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It all seemed so simple during the debrief. Dick was supposed to apprehend Killer Crock before the guy could eat his swim class and then join Bruce for the big battle against the other villains Gotham had thrown together to annoy them over the last weeks.
Now, the swimming pool feels sweltering. Despite wearing nothing but his swim shorts, Dick feels the tropical heat that Poison Ivy’s plants have created weight him down and feel syrupy in his throat. The climate changed too quickly for his body to acclimate. He already runs so hot most days he wants to forgo his long Robin pants for boy shorts.
Lying on his back, one foot in the water and chest jumping with short breaths, Dick feels like a fish on land. The sticky vines hanging from the glass walls and slithering along the tiled ground touch him, curl beneath the thin fabric he wears and wetly touch his chest and shoulder, even going so far as to tickle his ear. The potent aphrodisiac makes him pant more, sweat running down his skin in slick rivers. He contorts as a vine pushes against his hole, forcing apart the tight ring of muscle that feels so wet and swollen from nothing. He arches on the tiles with a guttural cry as the rubbery head slips through. His brain fog rises, swallowing the light twinge of pain. He is invaded deeply, vine making him feel so full so quickly. Thick liquid bubbles up from his throat, coating his tongue and his mouth. The vine fattens him up. Sluggishly he tries to pull it out, but his body is too heavy to curl up and his arm too short for him to do anything but uselessly paw at it while he desperately tries to expel the liquid.
Water splashes somewhere, a sharp sound through the otherwise silent terrarium the swimming hall has become. Waves caresses against him as the world falls silent again. The cool liquid is a shock to his ankle, and he jerks as a hand curls around his knee, pinning it down. The vine trying to sliver through him or take root in him is ripped out of him in one go, seeming to take half his guts with it as his vision whitens out. His rectum burns but he can breathe again. For a moment he wonders if it is Bruce, but then he feels the hint of claws and instead of a hand helping him up plump flesh aims to pin him down again. Dick tries to scoot away but he is held fast and groans as the plump pops into him. He struggles to receive him, legs wishing to rotate in the air, but then his body lets the massive cock in. Seeing it denting his stomach out in a way the vine couldn’t makes his small cock drool and his sphincter flutter desperately.
A huff escapes the scaly man, and from one moment to the next, he is filled with strong and steady thrusts, large hands flat against the tiles as he is forced to curl like a hedgehog. Dick keens, pulled into the thrall of arousal, opening his mouth for the long strong tongue to fuck deep down into his squelching throat as his eyes cross and his muscles spasm. Losing oxygen is a thrill as he holds onto the reptilian skin.
His sight shifts confusingly when hands plug him from the ground, letting gravity make his slide down the big cock longer. His stomach deforms with every nonsensical moan spilling past his puffy lips. His body spasms with the deep intrusion, tension fully gone. He lets himself be used like a ragdoll, small cock wagging in-between their bodies.
A thrill runs down his spine as teeth graze his neck and shoulder, blood pooling like rubies over his skin and turning pinkish in the water. A claw teases a nipple then returns to grasp his hips and he is risen high to be pushed back down. His body tenses rhythmically as it takes the brunt. Tears spring to life as he is violated but the pain only makes him want more.
Killer Croc comes into him with a long growl into his neck, pulsing balls pressed into his butt as the load is shot deep into him, and then Dick topples over backwards, hanging half off the receding cock. Dick’s body still thrums with arousal. He grasps for his hard little cock only to be stopped, and for his hand to be pinned down. He whimpers when a strong sharp claw tickles the ridge of his cock, teasing him back and forth, back and forth until he spills his seed with a sharp wail.
His thoughts clear as he pants on the too chilly ground, thighs still spasming. Fresh tears spill from his eyes as he realizes what has happened. He attacks because it is the only thing he can do and is promptly pinned down, forced to kneel with his butt in the air. Everything is too slick to fight, and his body still feels strange.
“Let me go,” Dick growls with tears in his eyes, gasping as two fingers shove into his ass, eyes widening and sight growing blurry with more tears from the sudden pain. A sob presses past his throat.
“Careful, little Grayson. The split boy would be a fancy circus attraction, but you wouldn’t like that would you?”
Dick whimpers weakly, sweat pooling down his spine not as much of a chill as it should be. The vines reach him again, curling up against his chest until reaching his nipples, crawling over his arms, and Dick cries as one slips up into his cock. Killer Croc laughs. The claws scrape against his walls, causing the heat to rise within him. The vine seems to suck at him or pump something into him, he doesn’t know, but the perverse stimulation makes him cum again even as his eyes roll.
Killer Croc pats his butt condescendingly, and Dick thinks that’s it. Instead he is pulled up onto his knees, vines snapping. His cock stays plugged, seeming swollen around the plant closing him shut. Backside to pelvis now, he is invaded by the big cock again, and Dick can see outside now. Bruce is ramming a fist against the glass wall that is soon to shatter. The long tongue curls against his throat, slick but strong as he is braced back against the ground and fucked so deeply his legs spasm.
“Let him watch you try to cum on my cock again,” Killer Croc says, clearly pleased by the turn of events. “Good boys give good shows.”