Date: Sun, 4 Feb 2024 10:26:37 -0600
From: Ebon Artist <ebonart.gallery@gmail.com>
Subject: Holy Therapy, Batman! 2

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Several nights later, Dick Grayson softly moaned and twisted his strong
body in bed. He'd kicked off the thick covers and now his lean, strong
body lay bare to the room's slight chill. He slept naked, and an
observer would have gaped at the hard, powerful physique the teen
revealed. Dick had trained his entire life in various athletic
disciplines and since becoming Robin years ago, his training had only
intensified. His smooth body was a Greek statue in its depiction of male
physical perfection.

His six-inch cock was rock-hard as he dreamed of being slowly overpowered
and fucked by powerful adult men, their massive cocks penetrating his
struggling body until they filled him to overflowing with their cum. The
men took turns with him, the dream gradually morphing until he was Robin,
and he was being violated by an entire biker gang he'd tried and failed
to take on. The leather-clad bikers held him bent over a table and they
each took turns with his hot young ass, ruthlessly fucking the masked
teenager until they shot their cum inside him.

Dick woke with a start and a cry. He sat upright in the bed and found his
broad chest and cobblestone abs painted with several still-warm lines of
his thick white boycum.

"H-holy horndogs," the teen boy sighed as he wrapped his fingers around
his erect penis. He only had to stroke himself a couple of times before
he shot another load onto his muscled torso. He blushed hotly. His master
had not told him he was allowed to cum, but his body had other ideas.

His asshole ached, and he put one foot behind his head so his cum-slick
fingers could tease his flexing, needy boypussy. Good thing he'd always
been exceptionally limber. Until he'd started watching those videos the
last few days, he'd only know vaguely that it was possible to fuck a
dude in his ass but now... he craved it. His slick fingers brushed over
his excited, needy little anus, and then he pushed one finger into
himself.

"Mmm!" Dick moaned as his finger sank into his tight heat. He flashed
on Doctor Crane's face, and he shivered in pleasure and confusion.
Crane? Not what he'd call a good-looking man, but for some reason he
could not get the school psychologist out of his mind. He'd been
dreaming about the man ever since their session earlier in the week, and
those dreams would slowly morph into intense erotic episodes where he
sucked the man's penis, and let the man fuck his asshole.

He'd never had such dreams before, and he was scared. And excited. He
wanted this.

Dick got up and went into the large, attached bathroom where he started a
hot shower. He got in and cleaned himself up, washing the sweat and cum
from his hard body under the almost painful needle spray.

As he dried himself off, he walked out into his room and he saw the
bat-signal floating bright and full above the distant Gotham skyline.

"Alright! Maybe I can get my mind off all this!" he said as he quickly
changed into his Robin costume. He was down in the cave and readying his
utility belt before Batman could alert him, which gained him an approving
smile from his mentor.

Robin leapt into the Batmobile and put on his seatbelt. He looked to his
partner as Batman joined him and started the car. Batman -- Bruce's --
hard strong body was suddenly very appealing to him in a way he'd never
felt before. He could not take his eyes off Batman's trunks, the
skintight dark blue material covering the bulge of his groin. He wanted
very much to run his gloved hand over it, feel it get hard, undo the
material and take Bruce's massive penis in hand.

They had lived together for many years, and so he'd seen Bruce naked
several times. Bruce Wayne was 30 years old, magnificently muscled, broad
and powerfully built like a heavyweight boxer but with an agility and
flexibility that rivalled his own. He'd been held and carried in those
bulging arms enough to know how strong Batman was. The thought of
pressing himself to Bruce's iron-hard body, letting the man slide that
huge cock inside him... he ached to have Bruce's almost foot-long member
plow his young body.

Robin faced forward and concentrated on checking the Batmobile's weapon
systems. "Everything is okay, Batman -- fully loaded!" he said.

"Good boy, Robin; let's move out!"

Robin was pressed back into the seat as the Batmobile rocketed down the
tunnel and then out into the cold, clean air of the densely wooded
countryside that surrounded Gotham. He gripped the handholds as they
turned towards the city, his thoughts solely on how incredibly turned on
he was, and flashes of Doctor Crane's thin face. He was... he was a good
boy. He wanted Doctor Crane. He wanted the man's cock buried inside his
panting young body. Mostly he wanted to have the man suck him off. He was
so, so hard right now he could barely think.

He shifted in the Batmobile's seat, and felt his hard cock pulse a
little precum against his leg. He reached and adjusted his trapped
member, his gloved hand moving his erection to the side in hopes of some
relief. Thankfully, Batman was intent on the briefing from Commissioner
Gordan on Riddler's latest threat to the city.

With no further command, though, the hypnotic suggestion began to fade
and by the time they pulled up to the old Playtime Games warehouse, he
was ready to go. He jumped out of the car and followed Batman into
danger, like he did every night.

***

"That was close, Batman," Robin said as he leaned against the Dark
Knight. He'd caught the edge of the last explosion and been thrown
several feet. Now, Batman supported him as they walked to the Batmobile.
Blue and red police lights rippled over the ruined parking lot, as the
cops hauled in Riddler's gang. The man himself had gotten away, though.
For now.

"You were distracted, Robin," Batman said as he helped his young
partner to lean against the Batmobile's side. He slid his hand over
Robin's trim form, checking him for any stray shrapnel. "You have been
all night."

Batman felt Robin unconsciously press his trim body against his hand and
relax against the car's side. Unusual. Robin was normally alert and
ready, and after being injured he'd be doubly so. Instead, he was eager
to rest and relax, content to let him handle things. Batman's hand slid
down Robin's stomach, and he was surprised to see Robin react, press his
trunks up and against his glove. He felt Robin's erection in the thin
green silk, and watched the handsome boy's flushed face react with need
and pleasure as he experimentally closed his fingers around the boy's
balls and shaft.

Robin pressed his hard cock into Batman's fist, suddenly needy and
ready, eager to follow his master's secret commands. "Uhh, Batman..."
he breathed. He moved his hips, thrusting his cock slowly against
Batman's leather-gloved hand.

Robin bit his lip. He wanted to cum, but he needed Batman to tell him
that.

"You like that, son?" Batman said slowly, as his gloved hand slowly
groped his young partner. The cops were all looking elsewhere and the
Batmobiles bulk shielded them from any other sight. Robin's cock slid
from his trunks, and Batman carefully stroked the teenaged boy's erect
penis.

"Fuck, yes, Batman," Robin breathed, and Batman studied his ward's
pretty face. Robin's breathing and heart rate were elevated, his voice
unsteady and his words slightly slurred. His normally keen young mind was
dulled and his manner hesitant. He'd noticed the change in Robin earlier
but had hoped it was nerves over his upcoming date with Barbara Gordan,
AKA Batgirl. Barbara would be a good partner for him. Now, though, it was
obvious that Robin had been drugged or hypnotized, somehow.

Someone had done this to his partner, his son. His gloved fingers calmly
stroked Robin's sleek young erection but inside he felt a flare of anger
like he'd seldom allowed himself to ever feel.

He felt Robin thrust his cock forward, and he continued to stroke the
boy.  "Are you ready to cum, Robin?"

"Yessir, please let me..." Robin begged. Interesting. He knew Robin had
a hair-trigger for his teenaged emissions. Whoever had done this had
included commands to make the boy submissive and eager to be commanded.

"You can cum, Robin," Batman said.

"UH! Uhhh! Ahh!" Robin gasped as he ejaculated into Batman's glove.
Batman continued to play with the boy's cock, teasing and milking out
the last of Robin's seed before cleaning his glove.

"Batman..."

"Good boy, Robin," Batman said, and watched Robin's reaction. Yes,
that was the keyword. Robin's eyes dilated and dulled as the youth
underwent another flood of sexual need and desire. His gloved hand
caressed Robin's still-erect teenboy cock, the sleek length slipping
gently against the leather glove, and Robin ejaculated again with a
whimpering groan.

"Good boy, Teen Wonder," Batman breathed and watched the youth try to
orgasm again. He turned Robin to face the car and slid his hand over the
boy's trunks, then pulled them down. He teased his fingers over Robin's
tight little hole, then eased one finger into the needy youth.

"Yes, fuck me, Batman," He heard Robin say as he fingerfucked the young
teen.

"Uh.." Batman heard and turned. A couple of feet away, a young cop
stood there watching him slid a finger into Robin's waiting fuckhole. It
was Blake Gordan, Commissioner Gordan's 21-year-old son, red-headed as
his sixteen-year-old sister Barbara. He was slender, handsome, and almost
as strong and fit as himself. Batman smiled at him; he liked the young
stud's eagerness and he knew Blake had a massive crush on Robin. Last
summer Bruce Wayne had seduced the young man on his 20th birthday; since
then he'd fucked the young cop on a regular basis.

"Blake. Come here. I need some help with Robin," Batman said.

"Er, ah, sure, Batman," Blake said as he walked closer. He put his hand
on Robin's shoulder but could not take his eyes off the sight of
Batman's glove slowly molesting the teen hero's tight boycunt. Blake
felt himself get very hard. It felt like the world was slowly tilting. He
had wanted Robin from the first day he'd met the brightly-costumed boy,
and now he was getting that chance.

Batman gestured at the young man, who knelt. Batman removed his finger
and Blake leaned in to lick Robin's anus and slip his tongue into the
teen hero's flexing heat.

"Good," Batman said as he put his hand on the young cop's buzz-cut
head and guided him as he licked and suckled at Robin's tight ass.
"Lick my boy's ass, Blake. Slowly. Easy," Batman said.

Robin whimpered softly as the handsome young cop ate out his ass,
gripping the Batmobile's frame to steady himself. He groaned. He cild
not help it. He was going to... going to... "AH!" Robin shouted as he
shot his load against the door. He looked over his shoulder as the young
cop pulled away and stood up.

"Wow, Batman. Kid has a real hair-trigger, huh?" Blake said as wiped
his mouth and watched Robin's cum drip down the Batmobile's door.

"He does, Blake," Batman said, "I cannot explain right now but I need
you to fuck Robin. Can you do that?"

"Yessir," he heard Blake say, and Robin closed his eyes. His desire to
submit to the hunky cop was so intense he felt like he would pass out.

"Please, Blake," Robin said.

He heard the man's zipper, and then he felt Blake's sleek penis press
against his wet and ready boypussy.

"Yes, fuck yes, use your big cop dick on me, Blake!" Robin groaned as
Blake eased his penis into his tight hole.

"Good boy, Robin," Batman said. "Let it happen. Easy, Blake, this is
Robin's first time taking a man's cock."

"Yessir, Batman," Blake said.

The Teen Wonder made soft moans as the handsome cop's eight inches
plowed slowly into his virginal young hole.

"Ah! Ah! Take my cock, Teen Wonder," Blake groaned as he thrust into
the masked youth. He stroked Robin's back and shoulders, feeling the
caped boy respond to his deep thrusts.

"Batman.. I'm gonna cum..." Blake said after several minutes of slow
thrusting, and he felt Batman's hand on his back. He swallowed, and
began to ejaculate into the Teen Wonder, as he'd often dreamed of doing.
He finished, pulled out, and then stepped to the side to pull up his
pants.

The Dark Knight went to one knee and pressed his lips to Robin's
cum-filled boycunt. He licked his boy clean, as the cop moved to hold
Robin in his strong arms so the boy wouldn't fall over.

"Come here, Robin," Blake said as he pulled the teen boy close and bent
to tease Robin's lips with his own. Blake smiled at the masked boy.
"Not the last time I'm going to be balls-deep inside you, kid," Blake
said softly. "I could tell how much you liked that, straight boy."

"Want you, Officer Blake," Robin said as he met Blake's lips with his
own.

Robin kissed the young cop over and over as he felt Batman's tongue slip
deep into his ass, the man's lips teasing and sucking at his
freshly-fucked hole. Robin pushed back and felt his hole open up;
Batman's tongue slipped into his tight fresh cunt to lick up the
cop-cum.

Batman stood up and wiped his mouth, then pulled up Robin's thin trunks.
"Are you okay now, Robin?" he said, his voice calm and level. "Did you
like your first fuck, son?"

"It was amazing, Batman, but... but..."

"But why wasn't I your first? I think you need some more experience
before you can take my cock, Robin. Blake is a good man and a good
friend," Batman said. "I knew he would be gentle and treat you
right."

Blake put his hand on Batman's shoulder and nodded over to the other men
still concentrating on the tasks at hand. "Glad I could do something for
him, Batman. You need help with the kid again, don't hesitate."

"I won't Blake," Batman said as Blake went to rejoin the other cops.

Robin stepped forward into Batman's embrace, and he held the trembling
boy until Robin calmed down. He kissed Dick, and held it, eagerly
enjoying his young partner's soft mouth for the first time.

"I knew that the hypnotic command had been triggered. For you not to
engage with it would have been very bad," Batman said. "You needed
this. Thankfully I was here to help you and Blake was able to give your
needy pussy the workout it needed to satisfy the commands you'd been
given."

"Hypnosis? But Batman...who? How? The Mad Hatter...?"

"Yes, he would normally be the main suspect, but you don't have any
chips or devices concealed on you, and the Hatter can only dominate
others with his mind-controlling tech. Tetch is all about sexual
dominance, but he's only interested in underage girls," Batman said.
"Think, son."

Robin stepped back and leaned against the Batmobile. After a moment, he
snapped his fingers. "Crane," he said.

"The psychologist at the Academy?" Batman said with a frown.

"Yeah. He called me into his office about that thing with Ed and Black
Mask's guys. I've heard he uses hypnosis sometimes, but he doesn't
have any mind control powers."

Batman smiled thinly. "How would you ever know?"

"Holy overlooked possibilities! Of course you're right, Batman," Robin
said.

"Get in the car, Robin. We need to pay Doctor Crane a midnight
visit..."


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