Batman to batboy (part one)
Aquaman was moaning loudly. Th..
🕑 Added 2021-05-17 02:14:57 +0000 UTC
Batman to batboy (part one)
Aquaman was moaning loudly. The enslaved superhero was on his hands and knees on the king size bed in the master suite of a yacht in the South Pacific. Mastermind had a fist full of the King of Atlantis’s long hair as he pounded in and out of the superhero’s ass. Aquaman’s eyes rolled back into his head as he was experiencing unbelievable pleasure. Every night since he was captured, Aquaman was fucked until he came without touching himself. The former cocky superhero now lives to serve his master, mastermind.
The supervillain leaned in and whispered into Aquaman’s left ear, “so, tell me slave what is Batman’s real identity.”
Aquaman would never disclose his friends true identity. However, he had no choice as Mastermind’s cock slid deep in and out of him, “fffuck, he, he’s Bruce Wayne.”
“Well, Bruce Wayne, the muscle bound billionaire playboy,” Mastermind mused as he thrusted all the way into Aquaman’s used manpussy.
Aquaman let out a loud moan as he came onto the sheets beneath him.
Just outside of Gotham, Alfred left Wayne Manor in his employer’s new Rolls Royce and drove into the city. He told Bruce Wayne he was running errands. It wasn’t unusual for the butler to use one of Bruce Wayne’s numerous cars. Alfred had raised Bruce since the billionaire’s parents were killed and was considered more than just an employee to the playboy billionaire. He’s the only person, not a superhero, that knew Bruce Wayne was Batman. However, the older butler had a secret of his own, that even Bruce didn’t know of.
Alfred drove through Gotham, toward the warehouse district. The luxury car looked so out of place in that neighborhood. Alfred finally pulled up to a warehouse that was converted into a boxing gym. From the gym door emerged a tall, muscular younger man. The muscle bound boxer was so masculine as he approached the car passenger side door and opened it. He ducked his shaved head into the car and sat on the expensive leather seat. Alfred's eyes immediately fell to the boxer’s muscular legs. The grey sweat shorts rode up the thick sculpted legs as the younger man sat down.
“I’m glad you called,”Alfred said as he pulled away from the gym. His right hand reached over and stroked the smooth thighs.
“I was thinking about the last time,” the boxer spoke with a thick Russian accent, as he looked down at the older man’s hand. He spread his muscular legs to give Alfred further access up his thighs.
“You are so beautiful,” Alfred whispered as he noticed the boxer’s cock visibly harden in the tight shorts.
Alfred drove to an expensive downtown hotel and checked them into the room. Bruce Wayne paid his butler and right hand man very well. The boxer was impressive with the size and elegance of the hotel room. Once inside the room, Alfred didn’t hesitate in turning and feeling up the athletic, younger man. He lifted the boxer’s t-shirt up, revealing the chisel cobblestone 6-pack. The Russian lifted his muscular arms as Alfred pulled the shirt over his head. Once the muscular younger man was shirtless, Alfred groped and squeezed the massive solid pecs and tiny pert nipples. The boxer stood obedient as he was worshipped.
Alfred always closed this part of his life off from the rest of his life. To everyone he was the loyal, upstanding manservant to Bruce Wayne. However, there was a darker side to the older butler. He unzipped his butler uniform pants and pulled out his hard cock. He grabbed the muscular fighter’s shaved head and pushed the younger man down on his knees. Alfred loved how submissive the muscular younger man was and he loved dominating someone that is so much more muscular and younger then he was. He pushed his cock into the fighter’s throat. He was so turned on as the younger man gagged and struggled to breathe.
Just then the door to the room opened and a tall mysterious man walked in. Alfred pushed the younger man away from him and pulled up his trousers, “who are you and what are you doing here.”
“Relax, Mr. Pennyworth, don’t stop on my account. Continue to enjoy Victor Drago’s expert mouth while I make my proposition to you.
To be continued.
