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The dimly lit alleyway reeked of decay and desperation as Edward Nygma slunk towards Oswald Cobblepot's lair, his slender frame bent under the weight of defeat once again at the hands of the Caped Crusader. His mind raced with bitter thoughts, but they were quickly overshadowed by a different craving - the desperate need for affirmation, for someone, anyone, to acknowledge his twisted genius.
As he approached the entrance, a hulking figure emerged from the shadows, his features illuminated by the faint glow of luminescent fungi clinging to the walls.
"Ah, my dear Riddler," Oswald purred, his voice dripping with lust. "I see you've had another... encounter."
Nygma's eyes gleamed with a mix of shame and longing as he nodded, his gaze fixed on the Penguin's imposing form.
They had this agreement for a while now, although Nygma wouldn't admit how important Oswald was to him, at least not outside of bed, not outside of this game.
Oswald's clawed hand reached out, grasping Nygma's chin and tilting his head to meet his stare. "But fear not, my pet," he cooed, his thumb brushing against Nygma's lower lip. "For I have just the remedy for your wounded ego."
With a swift motion, Oswald spun Nygma around, pressing him face-first against the damp brick wall. The Riddler let out a startled gasp as the Penguin's other hand roughly palmed his ass, fingers digging into the fabric of his suit.
"You're such a good boy when you submit," Oswald growled in his ear, his breath hot against Nygma's skin. "And I'm going to show you just how much you belong to me.”
A shudder ran through Nygma's slender frame as Oswald's words washed over him, igniting a fire of desire in his belly. He bit back a moan, his hips instinctively pushing back against the Penguin's groping hand.
Oswald chuckled darkly, clearly pleased by the Riddler's reaction. "That's it, my clever little toy," he whispered, his hand tearing at the fastenings of Nygma's pants. "Let me hear you beg for more."
As the fabric fell away, exposing Nygma's hardening cock, Oswald's free hand snaked around to wrap around the base, stroking firmly.
"Look at you, so eager and ready," he taunted, his grip tightening. "You're going to cum all over my fingers like a good boy, aren't you?”
Nygma's breath came in ragged gasps as Oswald's skilled touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through his body. He couldn't help but thrust into the Penguin's grasp, his hips moving of their own accord.
"Yes, Master Oswald..." he whimpered, the title slipping from his lips almost involuntarily. "Please, I need..."
His plea trailed off into a strangled cry as Oswald suddenly spun him around, pinning him against the wall with a bruising kiss. Nygma's hands flew to the Penguin's chest. Breaking the kiss, Oswald flashed a wicked grin, his eyes glinting with predatory hunger.
"Tell me what you need, pet," he commanded, his voice low and demanding. "Speak, and perhaps I'll grant you your wish.”
Nygma's mind reeled, overwhelmed by the intensity of his arousal and the sheer dominance emanating from Oswald. He swallowed hard, trying to find the words to express the desperate need building inside him.
"I... I need you to fuck me, Master Oswald," he managed to stammer out, his cheeks burning with humiliation and excitement. "Please, please i need You, You cock Inside me until I can't think straight anymore."
The admission hung in the air, heavy with the weight of submission and desire. Nygma held his breath, waiting for Oswald's verdict, his cock throbbing painfully against his stomach.
Oswald's expression softened, a hint of approval flickering across his face at Nygma's surrender.
"Such a good boy, begging so prettily for my cock," he purred, reaching down to free his own impressive length from the confines of his trousers.
Nygma's eyes widened as he took in the sight, his mouth watering at the thought of being filled by Oswald's girthy member. He felt a rush of pride at having earned this privilege, knowing that only the most obedient and desirable playthings were granted such an honor.
Without further preamble, Oswald gripped Nygma's hip and positioned himself at the Riddler's entrance, the tip of his cock nudging insistently against the tight ring of muscle.
"Are you ready, my pet?" he asked, his voice a low rumble of anticipation.
Nygma nodded frantically, his body trembling with a mix of nerves and eagerness. "Yes, Master Oswald, please!" he begged, his hands scrabbling against the wall for purchase.
With a swift, powerful thrust, Oswald buried himself to the hilt inside Nygma's willing hole. The Riddler cried out, his back arching as he was stretched and filled beyond his limits. The sensation was overwhelming, a delicious blend of pain and pleasure that left him panting and weak-kneed.
"Fuck, you feel incredible," Oswald groaned, his hips beginning to move in a slow, deliberate rhythm. "So tight and hot around my cock. You were made for this, weren't you, my naughty little riddle?”
Nygma's cries echoed through the alleyway, a symphony of ecstasy and submission as Oswald pounded into him relentlessly. Each brutal thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure rippling through his body, his prostate stimulated mercilessly by the Penguin's thick shaft.
"Y-yes, Master Oswald!" Nygma wailed, his voice hoarse from screaming. "I was made for this, for taking your cock!"
His words seemed to spur Oswald on, the Penguin's pace increasing until he was rutting into Nygma with primal ferocity. The Riddler could feel every inch of Oswald's manhood stretching and claiming him, marking him as the Penguin's property in the most intimate way possible.
As the pressure built to a crescendo within him, Nygma knew he was teetering on the brink of climax.
"P-please, Master Oswald, I'm going to c-cum!" Nygma pleaded, his voice cracking with desperation. "Let me cum, I need to cum so badly!"
Oswald's response was a harsh laugh, his hips never faltering in their relentless assault on Nygma's tender insides. "Not yet, pet," he growled, his claws digging into the Riddler's hips hard enough to leave marks. "You'll cum when I say so, and not a moment before."
Despite the cruel words, Nygma could feel his orgasm rapidly approaching, his balls drawing up tight against his body as his cock twitched and leaked precum. The combination of Oswald's dominating presence and the intense stimulation of his prostate pushed him closer and closer to the edge.
"P-please please Master, I can't hold back much longer!”
Oswald's expression hardened, his eyes blazing with a fierce, possessive light. "Then don't," he snapped, his grip on Nygma's hips tightening to the point of pain. "Cum for me now, my dirty little riddle. Show me how much you love my cock."
With those words, Oswald slammed into Nygma one final time, grinding deep inside him as the Riddler's body convulsed in a violent orgasm. Nygma's vision blurred, his screams of pleasure mingling with Oswald's triumphant roar as the Penguin flooded his depths with hot, thick seed.
Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over Nygma, his muscles quivering and his mind going blank with the intensity of his release. As the last tremors subsided, he slumped against the wall, spent and gasping for breath.
As Nygma slowly came back to awareness, Oswald's gentle lips brushed against his neck, soothing the welts raised by his earlier grip. "Good boy," the Penguin murmured, his voice soft and approving. "You did so well for me, pet. Such a perfect little cumslut."
Nygma shivered at the praise, a flush of warmth spreading through his chest. Despite the lingering ache in his ravaged hole, he felt a sense of satisfaction and belonging wash over him. In this moment, with Oswald's arms wrapped around him and his seed still warm inside, he knew exactly where he belonged.