Date: Mon, 18 May 2020 10:30:54 -0500
From: Ebon Artist <ebonart.gallery@gmail.com>
Subject: HOLY HORTICULTURE, BATMAN! PART ONE

HOLY HORTICULTURE, BATMAN! PART ONE


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Robin the Boy Wonder fought against the vines holding him to the steel
post, the green filaments slowly tightening across the
fifteen-year-old's trim body. His long bare legs were pulled back tight
against the metal, his arms likewise painfully pulled back and wrapped
back around the pillar. A position designed to cause as much pain as to
keep him helpless and unable to gain any leverage in his struggles.


The hothouse was just that, hot and damp, and sheets of clean teenboy
sweat glistened on Robin's masked face, his long neck, and his muscled
legs. Thick vines held him across his chest and legs, smaller ones held
his arms. Thin thorn-covered vines now moved up to slide teasingly over
his bare legs, his hard-muscled young arms, and up his chest towards his
neck.


"Ivy! I know this... is you!" the Boy Wonder shouted, panting softly as
he ceased struggling against the multiple vines. He was tired, and he'd
been at this fruitlessly for several minutes after being grabbed. Seems
Batman was right about the old rooftop conservatory being Ivy's new
lair. Trouble was, the vines had removed his utility belt and it now lay
several feet away from his position. No calling Batman for help.


"No, she is... unavailable," said a deep masculine voice. Then a trim
young man, probably in his twenties, stepped into view. Like Ivy, he was
green-skinned and red-haired, barely dressed at all in patches of leaves.
"I am Poison Oak," he said with a smile.


Robin thrashed anew in the trap, breaking a few vines. One snagged him
around the throat and pulled his head back hard against the steel pillar.
"Hush, Boy Wonder.," Oak said as he put a finger to Robin's lips.


Robin shivered at the touch, and his lips tingled. He licked them before
his danger sense kicked in and he spat. It was too late, though. Oak's
poisons were washing through him, making him hotter if that was possible,
and also impossibly needy.


The muscular youth blushed hotly as he felt his cock harden, pushing
against his thin silk trunks, tenting them up and up.


Poison Oak smiled and his fingers traced the outline of the young teen's
cock, the six-inch shaft, and then the flaring crown. His thumb pushed
and teased the Boy Wonder's swollen cockhead until he felt the dampness
through the trunks.


"Mppph!" Robin whined as he felt his cock pulse, wetting his costume
with his precum. The spreading stain darkened the green silk, making the
youth squirm against his bonds. The vines continued their exploration of
the youth's hard athletic form, sliding up his legs in slow sinuous
caresses until the tips touched his trunks.


Robin panted rapidly as he looked down and saw the tips of the vines
sprout thorns. They slid and tightened over his trapped genitals, ready
to plunge themselves into his cock and ballsac!


Holy Horticulture, this was it!


Poison Oak's smile widened.


"Time for you to die, Robin..." the man smiled, as he leaned in and
forced a long slow kiss from the struggling boy. Robin fought against the
bonds and now against the kiss; he tried to turn away but he was too weak
and drugged to fight much longer. The tongue slipped into his mouth,
pulsing with tingly exotic tastes as the poisons slid down his throat.


Robin moaned as he found himself kissing back. No, what... what was
happening!? The teen crimefighter shivered as the tongue withdrew and he
tried to follow the lips until they slipped away from his mouth. He was
left gasping and desperate for the man's kiss.


"Maybe not just yet. I've thought of another use for you, Boy
Wonder...": Oak said in his deep voice.


Robin blushed as he realized he'd shot his cum into his costume, and now
his hot boy spunk was trickling down his legs. The vines moved to curl
around the hot spunk and drink it in. Robin's erect six inches tenting
his little trunks, and the boy found himself moving his hips, desperate
to fuck.


There had only been that one time with Batgirl, for him, both of them
eager and desperate for release and equally embarrassed by what
happened.


Now, the Boy Wonder strained to reach the green-skinned man in front of
him. "I love you1" he moaned.


"I know, Boy Wonder..." Poison Oak said, wiping his lips. The taste of
the boy was.. Interesting. He knelt, and pulled down Robin's trunks. The
boy's pubes, what there were of them, were shaved close. His slick
dripping penis thrust out., and Poison Oak slid his lips over it, taking
the boy's cock to the root.


He began to suck Robin's sleek teen cock as the Boy Wonder struggled and
whined in the trap. Vines slid up his cut abs and teased his nipples on
their way to slowly twine around his long neck. And tighten, and tighten
more until Robin fought for breath. They tightened more, and the Boy
Wonder gasped, choked... when his mouth opened, the vines loosened, only
for one to whip up and plunge down his throat!


Robin shivered as he felt a fruity taste fill his mouth and a cool
sensation fill his belly as the pulsing vine forced him to swallow it's
nectar. With each pulse, another gentle squirt of juice... Robin felt the
warm attention his cock was getting, and he thrust forward.


Hands grabbed his firm hard-muscled ass, and pulled him tight and close.
Robin cried out around the vine down his throat as he shot his teenboy
load once more.


The boy's cock pulsed and pulsed in Poison Oak's mouth, and the man
frantically squeezed Robin's firm asscheeks in his hands, eager to get
every drop the boy had to give. He slid back, his tongue cleaning the
youth's shaft and then crown as he went, until there was no cum left on
the boy's cock.


He stood up and watched Robin succumb to the soporific poison of the
vine, heightening his young male hormones to a fever pitch. Already the
young crimefighters's cock was leaking precum again. He'd be ready to
shoot again in minutes. Maybe seconds.


Poison Oak smiled and gestured to the plants holding the limp youth. They
shifted, lifted and turned the teen boy until Robin was facing the mass
of vines, and his pale ass faced Poison Oak. Another gesture, and vines
slid up to explore the boy's pucker and then, gentle, insistent, enter
him. Robin gasped as the vines began to explore his muscleboy cunt,
teasing open his ring, stretching him gradually, easing deeper and deeper
into his gasping young body. The fifteen-year-old's muscles felt like
jelly, and his struggles were almost useless.


And his desire was intensifying every second.


Robin pushed back like he was taking a crap, and whined as the vines
surged deeper. He heard Poison Oaks' deep laugh, and then tingly kisses
on the back of his neck. Then his head was pulled around and Oak kissed
him again. At last! He fought to push his own tongue into Oak's mouth,
but the man completely overwhelmed him. Robin felt a warm feeling growing
in him at being so totally and completely helpless and dominated. He
whimpered as the man continued to french him, until the vines twined now
tightly around his erect penis stroked him into another sobbing orgasm.


Poison Oak smiled as he parted from the limp helpless boy, and he took
his thick cock in hand. Hard as a wood log, the length slid against
Robin's pale thighs, then up to his wet and prepped little pussy. He
pushed in as the vines retreated, leaving the boy's hole open and needy.
He filled it instantly, his cock slowly claiming the teen boy's ass.


Robin's cunt tightened around his cock, and he began to thrust. Each
time, he kissed the boy's neck, his tongue leaving tiny thorns that
pumped more sex poison into Robin's bloodstream, just like the vines
were doing to the boy's quivering penis.


"Yes.. yes.." the Caped Crusader moaned as he felt the man's cock slid
into him. Not as big as the Batcock, no, but big enough. Strong enough.
Robin pushed back, giving himself to the man as he muttered incoherently.
Robin felt a raging need for his tight teen cunt to be claimed and owned,
wanted the man's cock like he'd wanted nothing else.


Poison Oak groaned as he came, his cock thrust to the root in the boy's
tight ass. Then he pulled free and let the dark green sap-like cum splash
on those muscled cheeks and run down Robin's muscular legs. The cum
soaked into the boy's skin almost immediately, forming the last bond for
the complex poisons racing through the helpless teenager.


The vines relaxed and Robin's limp body slumped to the ground. Poison
Oak picked up the sleek youth in his muscled arms and carried him out of
the green house.


"Listen to me carefully, Robin. You are my slave now. You belong to me.
Bring Batman to me and the pleasure you had tonight will be just your
first taste."


"Y-yes.. .master.." Robin sighed as he stirred and cuddled to the
man's broad chest. Already he desired that thick cock down his throat or
in his ass.


"Good boy," Poison Oak said as he returned Robin's utility belt to
him, then helped the youth pull up his tight little trunks. He slid his
hand over the boy's trapped erect cock again, as Robin met his lips
willingly and needily. More mind-control poison for the boy on his
saliva, his skin.


"Remember Robin. Bring Batman to me. Here. As soon as you can."


"Yes, master,"  the Boy Wonder said as he swung away into the night.


END