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It's Tim's seventeenth birthday. Well, in just five more days he'd be officially of age and that had to mean something for normal people. Not for vigilantes, not for Robins.
And Tim was a special Robin, though he didn't feel like it before this thing began.
The boys and Bruce were all involved with each other in an open-closed relationship. All together, no one sleeping outside the polycule. Tim hadn't even thought about finding sex or romantic partners outside of the family, and his siblings were happy about it too… though they all made fun of Dick sometimes because he'd been a bit of a slut those years as Nightwing after the break up.
Now they were all together, and happy if you could believe it. Jason, the rogue and rebel boy, almost twenty one years old now, became a constant in their lives that gave them comfort and a sense of pride they all shared.
Tim was always thinking about them. How much he loved them and just how shameful he felt sometimes when all he wanted to do was to keep Bruce for himself. Not always, just… sometimes.
That happened with his brothers too, all happy to comply, but… Bruce? He didn't even tell him about this dark desire.
You see, Tim has a darkness inside. He knew about it ever since he started to investigate, follow, stalk and photograph Batman and Robin long ago. When he discovered their identities and once Jason died (temporarily) he demanded to be Robin. To be by Bruce's side.
He proved himself over and over again. And still, sometimes he felt… not enough.
This changed for the best when they started having sex. Tim felt loved and cared for. His relationship with Damian improved massively and their connection was undeniable.
But.
But.
Bruce. He was… his everything.
So he talked to Dick because he was the oldest and the one who knew Bruce the longest. It was an early morning, patrol had been on Jason, Damian and Bruce, so Dick and Tim stayed in. Tim had to make a working schedule and it was actually going pretty well.
Breakfast. That's when Tim dropped the bomb.
"Do you think dad would agree to be some kind of sex slave for my birthday?"
Dick, understandably, choked on his cereal. But they talked, and talked and talked until Tim got the idea: just ask Bruce!
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It took him one more day to talk to him, after Tim's patrol night with Nightwing in Bludhaven, but he approached his mentor and acting father with his heart racing behind his ribcage, beating hard.
"Hey, kid" Bruce said without looking, his gaze locked on the screens with a new murder scene in the heart of Gotham. He wore comfortable clothing, sitting in his armchair with Alfred -Damian's cat- on his lap. "Suit on, still?"
Tim only unclipped his cape and put the mask away before going into the manor. He was in a hurry to get this done before his birthday, which was closer now.
"Yeah, I wanted to talk to you", this got Bruce's full attention which made Tim smile softly. He got lost for a moment in his eyes, getting close enough to reach out and scratch Cat Alfred's neck. "It's not bad, I promise. I just… my birthday is next Saturday"
"I know, you don't want a party or presents, so I forbid your brothers to do so", Bruce replied as Tim sat on the table in front of him but slightly to the side in case he needed to run away in shame.
"Thank you, dad. It's something else… I do want something. But…"
"But what, kid? You can tell me", Bruce put a comforting hand on his knee and warmth spread from there.
Tim bit the inside of his cheek and scratched the back of his head. He had gotten a buzzcut on the sides and nape so it was still new for him when his fingers didn't reach more hair. Damian got mad. They fucked about it. Multiple times.
"I… want you. As my birthday present. For a whole day, just us…"
"A day out?"
"Not really. I mean, we could go out too, maybe we could do some community work without the press in the morning but I'd like you to be my…", this was the hardest part. His cheeks turned red but he couldn't go back now. "Sex slave? As in… kink stuff?"
Well. Second bomb dropped in one week. He had nothing to be afraid of… they all had a weird fucking relationship already; incest, age gaps, power imbalance, unhealthy coping mechanisms to a long list of traumas from all parts…
What's a BDSM session to all of that?
"Oh. Do you… do you know about that kind of thing?", Bruce asked cautiously, not wanting to shame Tim nor make him think he was a child. "It's heavy stuff, son"
Tim nodded and finally looked into his eyes. He loved how warm those blue eyes were. It was a contradiction but the boys agreed: Bruce was warm. Batman wasn't… unless he needed to calm down a victim or show mercy to a criminal. Then the true symbol of hope appeared and Tim always wanted to see it.
"I know it is", a deep breath, just a little pause. "It's not that I don't like our relationship, but sometimes I'd like you by myself for a bit. A one-on-one time. Am I selfish?"
"No, son, you're not selfish", Bruce smiled softly, relieved from the thought of having said or done something wrong to Tim. "I didn't know you needed this from me. I'm sorry, I should have known…"
"It's okay, I hid it well"
"Why?"
"I thought I had no right to ask for more"
This led to a lengthy discussion about unconditional love, personal needs and communication issues. His brothers came by when they had just finished talking and Tim went to take a shower and go to sleep with Dick at least three or four hours, but it was hard to fall asleep then. All they'd talked about still dancing in his head.
Both of them had homework for the rest of the week. They had to do some research and ask themselves what they wanted. A list of No, Maybe and Yes was exchanged the next day. The following day, they discussed about their results, notes and conclussions.
Dick helped Tim on the side, teaching him about ropes and knots and etiquette on his dominant role. He'd been on both sides, with Bruce first and others later on, so he had experience.
Jason got really turned on at the thought and Damian wanted it to be recorded. Tim and Bruce said they didn't want to know about the camera but agreed to it, not reluctantly. It was on both of their lists to be recorded, actually.
The day before Tim asked his brothers to keep Bruce busy, to keep him fromd sex from anyone. That meant Dick called a couple of friends to watch a movie, Damian deciding he had to learn acrobatic horse riding on his own, and a call from Lucius Fox to show him an idea for Red Robin's new suit containing wings.
This put Tim to work and to prepare the session. He chose the study with the fireplace and a good assortment of furniture. Jason helped him out after patrol, helped setting up what he needed on the coffee table: ropes, a blindfold, a gagball -Dick's-, a little box Dick told him to open later on with a smirk and a wink, leather gloves, bottles of lube, a vibrating dildo and two butt plugs of different sizes. In the middle there was a medical tray with two rods still in plastic, one was made of medical grade titanium and the other was silicone.
On another table there was a couple of water bottles, a bowl of fruit, chocolate bars and protein bars. No caffeinated drinks, just juice and water for them.
Alfred had been mortified at his request but trusted Tim more than he did Bruce at this point.
Once everything was set, Tim locked the door and went outside with Jason to check on Damian. Apparently, falling from the horse six times in eight hours was an improvement. However, the fourteen year old boy chased them off with his sword when they joked about brain damage. It was just a joke!
Bruce came home agitated because of the suit, of course.
"Why wings?"
"Red Robin", he said plainly, still on his laptop and trying to hide his excitement.
"And?"
They heard Dick and Jason snickering like professional gossip grandmas.
"It's a bird. They fly. I want to fly"
"Jesus Christ", Bruce groaned and put his hands up in surrender. "You're all going to kill me one day"
"If I get Wayne Enterprises…", Tim joked and got punched by Damian in the arm.
The fight turned into angry make out and then into angrier sex. Tim won because Damian got exactly what he wanted.
At night, they all had dinner in the dining room all sprawled on the floor and one of the couches, watching TV while Cat Alfred stole some food and Human Alfred watched over his boys, wondering if the shitshow would ever end. He regretted coming back all those years ago, but someone had to put Bruce in place if he ever hurt the kids.
Tim was the real danger here, but the boy didn't have the heart to tell him so.
The movie ended and they all made excuses to go to sleep and that's all. No sex. Nothing. Bruce, untouched all day and frustrated, looked at Tim as they went to sleep and gave him a nod. Finally he understood this was part of the session already: keeping him "clean" of any hands, mouths or holes just for Tim.
Bruce and Tim slept in the same bed, and Tim wanted his dad's cock, his hands and mouth… still smaller than Bruce but having grown in the last six months, craved his touch. The closeness.
Tim asked to be held, to be cuddled on the prelude of an event that would shape the boy into manhood.
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As Tim woke up with the soft, gray light coming from the large windows, he noticed the cold in the air. It was raining, the old manor too large to be heated the modern way, and it was perfect because Tim shared Bruce's body heat.
"Good morning, birthday boy", Bruce mumbled into Tim's nape, his tone softer when he was still half asleep.
"Hi, dad", he replied before turning on his back to stretch his body, one leg over Bruce's waist. "Don't say big stretch"
Bruce laughed and nodded as he pressed himself closer to Tim's body, the boy feeling his morning wood against his hipbone. Tim tented the bedsheets with his own.
"Alright, son… When do we start?"
"You're actually eager, huh?", Tim smiled at him, so happy to hear that. Sometimes he worried Bruce agreed to this to keep Tim quiet, but that was just his insecurities acting up. Dick said this would do wonders for his self-confidence.
"I am. Is that a surprise for you?"
"I don't know. I told you the other day; I've always seen you as an authority"
"And all of you have been a pain in my ass because of that. All of you defy my orders, push boundaries, are natural born leaders… It's fine to relinquish control, son"
Tim nodded and let Bruce kiss him softer than he wanted. He wanted rough, he wanted…
"Okay, here's the plan: shower, breakfast and the study"
"That order is fine by me"
Shower was chaste, if you could believe that. It was perfunctory, even fingering Bruce to clean him deeply. It's not like they lacked hygiene for anal sex, but Bruce committed to the role like this.
Breakfast was a quiet thing with Alfred, just the three of them, classical music on the radio… Not many words, no distractions. It was nice, Tim thought. His brothers must've had a wild late night if they were still asleep by the time they finished their breakfast.
Tim made Bruce enter first after he said he was allowed to see but not touch their selection of "gadgets" for the day.
"Take a good look, take your time and when you're ready, take your clothes off. Fold them on a chair, make a fire and kneel on the floor by the chaise", he ordered knowing Bruce didn't need to be repeated what to do. "Just call my name, the one we agreed, when you're ready"
Bruce nodded, leaned down to ask for a kiss and Tim allowed it but kept it short with a tiny bite on his lower lip. The older man went in, closed the door behind him and Tim leaned on the heavy wood with his forehead and hands, breath already shortened.
How the fuck was he hard already? Hard and tip leaking. Perfect.
Bruce didn't make him wait long. He barely heard anything coming from the inside, his head trying to focus on something else like the design of the new suit to keep his hands on the door instead of his cock.
And then. Then, his voice.
"Master Drake"
"Fuck", Tim snapped for a second, laughter contained in his chest because it would break the atmosphere he was trying to keep.
He opened the door and his mouth watered at the sight. Bruce was facing the chaise so Tim saw his profile, knelt down and sat on the balls of his heels. Hands splayed on each thick and muscular thigh, naked and gloriously beautiful. He looked like a war god forced on his knees by devotion to a mortal.
The chaise being Tim's altar, empty for now, waiting for him.
Tim walked up to him, each step making his cock rub against the fabric of his lounge pants, and then stood by his side. He touched the back of Bruce's head -Bat- and half smiled when he relaxed with his hand there.
"Good boy", Tim praised him and Bat gasped softly. Then he took the hand away and sat on the chaise in front of him, legs spread open and the obvious tent eye to eye level with the older man. "Take my cock out and in your mouth. Don't suck, don't touch more than necessary, and then you keep your hands on your thighs"
It was strange. No remarks, no words, nothing. Just compliance.
Bruce, Bat, pulled at the elastic of his pants until his cock was free. It bounced a little against his shirt but then stood up waiting for something to keep it warm and wet. Bat's mouth, actually. And Bruce leaned on Tim's lap to engulf the boy's cock without preamble. He was supposed to be a wet hole, a living toy Tim could keep for his own pleasure.
Tim gasped once and then relaxed as he guided Bruce's head to lean on his thigh. His stretched lips beautiful around Tim's cock, saliva already coating the skin around his side and the tongue pressing lightly up the underside. No sucking.
"No sucking nor swallowing. You don't need to swallow. Do you remember your safeword and signal?", Bruce blinked once. "Good. I have some work to do. Just breathe"
Tim took his phone out and began to do some research on the case he was working with Stephanie. It was something with Harley Quinn, and this time they thought she could listen to them. At least think about doing something different with her life. The Joker died almost a year ago, she had no reason to keep those activities going, and she needed help. Tim clenched his jaw thinking about him. The motherfucker who had hurt Jason in that way… had he hurt others the same way?
"Mmm…", Tim moaned softly as he thought about killing the maniac again, his cock twitching in Bat's mouth. "That's good"
Tim used only one hand on his phone as the other landed on Bruce's cheek, softly. It wasn't a slap. A friendly pat on the cheek. His cock felt it and Tim did it again, this time looking down to see it. He saw Bruce's eyes closing the moment his palm hit his cheek and Tim smiled again, huffing from his nose. Not only he was feeling that but also Bruce's throat fighting not to clench around his son's cock.
Tim rubbed his thumb roughly over his cheek and stretched lips, fighting not to thrust into that heat, and pushed the tip inside.
"I bet you could get another cock there", he mused, thinking about it vividly. "Do you think you could take it?", Bat didn't answer because it was a rethorical question. Sex slaves didn't have to talk much. "I bet you could. And I think the Joker had that mouth because he loved sucking cocks so much. Good thing he's dead, though. I'd love to see him take Bane, can you imagine? Pff, he'd choke on it"
Tim made slow rolling movements with his hips. The same thing Dick did with a cock in his pussy.
"I knew you liked to give blowjobs but this is something else. Fuck, Bat, you're made for this. This is the kind of things you should always do: be of service for your children, always a cock or a cunt in your mouth. Always on your knees. But you're mine today, and that's all I need you for"
Tim got back to his phone and pretended to work on something but he actually started recording his shallow thrusts. Leaning over his head, Tim let a glob of clear spit fall from his mouth. It landed where mouth joined cock and he used it as lube before thrusting with more force. Then he stilled and fisted Bruce's hair with more force than necessary.
Bat whimpered and Tim almost came.
"Shut up" he slapped his cheek, stopped recording and sent the video to their group chat before taking Bruce's head in both hands. He fucked his throat and came after a minute, too horny for himself.
Still, Tim didn't move. He gave permission to swallow and more cum was milked off his cock before he pulled out. He let his cock rest on Bat's cheek for a few minutes so he could rest a little bit.
"That was fun", he laughed at himself and then stood up from the chaise, immediately grabbing Bruce's hair to make him crawl around it until they reached the desk. Bruce's desk. "Bent over, cock hanging and hands clasped at your back. Now"
Tim didn't wait for him to do it, he turned and walked back until he got some things from the coffee table. Once he had them, he joined Bat. Tim corrected just the placement of his hips so he could raise his left leg and put it on the desk, giving him a view of his hole. Tim loved it when Dick rimmed Bruce, Dick who shaved his whole body and Bruce didn't munched on that ass like he could come just from that.
The boy bit his lower lip and put the things on the table next to his slave's side. He began to tie a long rope around his arms, forcing him to move and shift as Tim needed. His clothed half hard cock pressed against Bat's ass shamelessly.
"Your body is a work of art, Bat. I'm strong and agile, I know, but fuck if I don't get off on dominating a huge man that could beat me to a pulp if he wanted. Instead, he wants to be used and fucked and used again… how lucky I am!"
Tim tied a knot but let two long strands loose for later, then took the ballgag and made Bruce keep it in his mouth before fastening it by his nape. His teeth were shown and Tim rubbed a hand over them, feeling the texture and how surprised Bruce seemed at his own submission.
"You're a powerful man. Or the part of you that is not currently presenting itself like a bitch in heat. Maybe that's the real you…", Tim shrugged pretending he didn't love this man more than anything. One wandering hand reached down between his legs and teased Bruce's heavy balls with his fingernails. He jumped a little and Tim flicked them, enjoying the way Bat gave him a small whine of annoyance. "Don't pretend you don't like pain. You go out there almost every night, put yourself in danger and never learn"
Tim didn't think Bruce was careless like that. He just wanted to put the man down.
What he really thought was that Bruce had a masochistic vein and he wanted to exploit it the same way he found his sadistic tendencies. So he reached for the anal plug and the lube, poured a small amount of the thick liquid on his fingers and pressed in without stopping. Slow, but uncaring of Bat's comfort.
As Bruce moaned in pain -dude, not that serious-, Tim leaned on his back feeling powerful at Bruce's submission.
"But you don't want to learn. You want to come home full of bruises, cuts and broken bones. Because you're pathetic and never strong enough to do what you have to do. That's why you keep us around… we're not your sidekicks, we're your bad boys: ready to break more bones for you, ready to pull the trigger because you're such a whiny bitch and you can't kill the scum of the Earth", Tim spat, insidious and hard already because Bruce began to shake his head and try to break free. "See? Pathetic. You can escape this and yet to let me. You let me tell you what a weak bitch you are, and how much you like to be fucked even if you barely let them do it. I know you and Dick had a fight about it, and I know Jason can't pound your ass like he wants to because you're too sensitive… Well, you're not with them. I'll fuck you however hard I want and you'll beg for more, Bat"
He didn't know where all of that came from. He'd practiced some sentences but this was so very different…
Tim fucked two fingers in his ass, ignoring how Bruce tried to push them out and thrashed against him. But Tim grabbed his hair and slammed his head against the table, Bruce more or less quiet now.
"Jesus, it's not like you're doing this against your will. You wanted it. You want to be fucked, hurt, used like a thing. You'd love to be thrown in jail, you know? Batsuit and all, only a slit in the back to be fucked by every lowlife you've put in there. And you'd come crying afterwards because it was over and you wanted more"
Tim didn't recognize himself. He said awful things, thought about them grinding against Bruce's thigh and panting on his ear.
"Okay, that's enough. You're a big boy and don't need it", Tim pulled his fingers out and cleaned them despectively on the man's cheek.
The birthday boy put the anal plug at his entrance, spat on the tip and pressed slow to hear Bruce almost screaming when the wider part stretched his hole more than Tim's fingers had.
"Just take it and shut up", Tim pressed the rest of it and thought Bruce's whimpering was music to his ears. He grabbed both asscheeks and kneaded them close and apart for a few times to mess with him. "Don't be dramatic. Dick has a bigger one and I chose these. You're not even stuffed"
And to mess with him more, Tim grabbed the base with two fingers and moved it like a joystick, making himself laugh about it. He kind of controled Bruce like this, right?
"Shit, that's pretty… alright, now for the good stuff!"
Tim slapped his ass and took the loose strands he let hang from his ropes; tied one of them to the stick part of the plug and the other he put around Bruce's ballsack.
"Huge balls for a princess, huh? And you're hung but you don't even deserve it. It's okay, though", sighing, Tim slapped his balls and laughed out loud at Bruce's reaction.
"Hmmph-!", a moan but almost crying. Almost… Fuck, could Tim go there?
Now every time Bruce moved after each one of the slaps moved both ends of the strands. The one pulling at the plug pressed against his prostate, the one pulling at his ballsack prevented an orgasm. And Tim got to see Bruce drooling around the ballgag in his mouth, swear pooling at the base of his back and hair plastered around his face.
His skin got red really quick on his shoulders, neck and face and a glossy look in eyes eyes told Tim he was on the verge of something great.
He counted fifteen slaps on his balls, already drawn and hard. He must be suffering with that sensitive skin almost burning up. And Tim would have not stopped. Ever.
"Your knuckles are white. Relax, now. Besides, your cock is leaking so you like this", Tim sighed and sat on Bruce's armchair, the man's face facing him. Well, half of his face. "Look at you… what a mess you're making. You're drooling on the table, have you no shame at all? I should talk to Alfred and make you clean it all with your tongue, give him a whole month free so you can be our maid"
Tim smiled as he saw more shame. Good. Fuck him. He had to relax and let himself be a thing whenever he needed it.
"Alright, enough of that"
The boy stood up and moved Bruce's heavier body around until he put the man on his back. It must hurt being like that with his arms tied back and the ropes pulling mercilessly at his ass and balls, but Tim let him catch his breath for a few seconds before going back to the coffee table for a few more items.
He took the small mistery box and more rope, put them between Bat's legs and walked past the desk to get a bottle of water. Not willing to remove the gag from his mouth, Tim sipped a few times and then held a good amount of water. Tim leaned in and put his lips on the plastic ball, found a couple of holes and let the water trickle in slowly.
He heard Bruce gag three or four times until he got the technique mastered and there was no more water left in his mouth.
"See? I care for you even if you don't deserve it", he had to pretend. He had to remember Bruce knew he loved him because it was hard… However, his cock had another mindset.
Bruce took his words moaning around the plastic ball and looked at him like a lost puppy. Tim rewarded him by taking his face in one hand, fingers holding it a little too hard.
"You're just good for practice. I'll fuck them better thanks to your body, not you. Who knows? Maybe they'll forget you. I'd be happy if Damian lives on my cock all the time. Dick too. Jason loves it more than yours… who is even comfortable fucking that?", Tim grabbed Bruce's cock, not the base but the head, pressing his thumb on his leaking slit. He wanted to slid in a finger but knew it wasn't possible. However, just the tip of his thumb made Bruce scream and arch his back, both feet planted on the table. This fighting made the plug and the tied balls hurt enough to slowly go back to one torture at a time. "Good bitch", Tim praised and let go of his cock.
Tim licked the pre-cum off his thumb and leaned on Bruce's chest to hear him pant and try to get his heartbeat back to normal. Tim found him so beautiful like this… but he had a job to do and circled the desk again to tie Bruce's legs now. The rope kept both halves of his leg bent together, leaving him more vulnerable than ever.
"Wow… wait a minute"
Tim patted his knee and got his phone from the chaise. He took some degrading pics, laughed about it and sent them to the group chat.
"Now all of Gotham will see what a whore you really are", Tim said and left the phone on the armchair before he finally got naked. Bruce protested behind the ball but Tim just smiled at the excessive drooling of his daddy. His bitch now. "Don't worry, I sent it to the League and Clark's email address. Metropolis will see it too!", he said cheerfully and jumped on the desk.
Tim stood tall over Bruce, feet on either side of his hips, and slowly sat on his waist. His cock dragged along Bruce's chest hair and Tim moaned, pleasure building enough to take the edge off for a few more minutes.
His eyes roamed over Bat's body; broad chest and big tits covered in thick black hair. He let his hands slide up and down, ribs to shoulders, and stopped at Bruce's sudden hitched breath…
"Wait…" Tim repeated his movements and noted Bruce did it again when his thumbs caught on hard nipples. "No fucking way… Hold on"
Now the small mystery box made sense. Something told him Dick knew this had to happen and he grabbed it, popped the lid and… Yeah. Yeah, this was Dick's doing, a million percent sure.
Tim pulled the thin cord up and showed Bruce, slowly, to take in his expression. A pair of silvery nipple clamps, simple and elegant, completely new, just for them.
"When we're done…", he started setting the box down on Bruce's chest "When we're done, tomorrow, you're going to thank Dickie. Properly"
The mechanism was easy, and he tried it on his own fingertip first just to make Bruce nervous. He set them down next to his side and decided he'd make it hard for Bruce first. Leaning over, Tim captured one nipple in his mouth and sucked at it, the man's deep rumble coming from his chest was like a happy beast. Instead, Bruce was suffering enough to go from rumbling to whining the moment Tim bit and pulled back. The other nipple received another torture: Tim pinched, pulled and twisted it, loving the desperate way Bruce tried to get away from him.
That wasn't going to happen.
For a long time, Tim emptied his head and let his instincts take over: he was an animal, he wanted to mark his territory on a prey he'd caught all by himself. He needed Bruce's cries, his choking on his own spit, the way he arched his back and tried to buck Tim off his waist until he got backhanded.
Then he moved to the other nipple and the torture began again. Bruce's skin was red, his veins visible and muscles taut from exertion and tension. Tim allowed himself a little break to admire his work.
"God, it's like having the most pathetic bitch ask to be used and then crying about it. You gonna cry, Big B? Are you Big B., though? Nah you're just a little toy for your kids. No wonder Damian wanted Dick to be his first time… you're hardly a man. You're a bitch in a good suit and a scary reputation"
Tim slapped his face and quickly removed the gag. As soon as it was off his mouth, Bruce coughed and tried to talk.
"M-master Drake…"
"Did I tell you to speak?", he waited until Bruce nodded no, the realisation clear in his watery eyes. "Then keep your hole shut until I need it. Scream and moan all you like but I'll leave you here until tomorrow like this if you speak without permission again"
And for good measure, even if Bruce looked genuinely scared of him as he nodded, Tim slapped him again. He loved the sound, actually.
"Now, let's honor Dick's gift"
Tim reached for the chain and smiled almost giddy while clasping the clamps on Bruce's sore nipples. They were hard, almost bloody with all his hard sucking, and obscenely soaked in his spit. Then he gave a little pull.
"AAAHH!", Bat yelled like a pornstar, and cried out the second time after more strength.
Tim was entranced by the way his skin stretched that much, and he played with both joined chains until he finally made Bruce cry.
Actually cry.
"There's no fucking way you're crying your eyes out… what a fucking pussy… A disappointment to Gotham, to your sons, to everyone who knows your name. It's good I'm getting Wayne Enterprises and not Damian because being like this has to be genetic…", Tim snapped at him, feeling the heat growing from his groin. "I bet you could come like this if I let your balls free, huh? Well! Not gonna happen, chum!"
Tim got up, standing again on the desk, and decided he had to press his foot in Bruce's reddened cheek.
"Pathetic bitch…"
He huffed and jumped on the carpeted floor, one and holding his own cock as he went to the coffee table to pick up the tray. Tim had watched dozens of videos on how to do it safely, and how to make it hurt enough for what he wanted.
Once he put the tray down on the desk, he grabbed Bruce's hair and forced him half on his side, laughing a little when Bruce didn't know how to move his tied up legs.
Tim untied the ropes on his arms, barely wasting a whole minute massaging them, and then pulled them over his head. Tim made new knots, simple loops holding both forearms together and then using the rest of the rope to tie it all on the desk's robust legs. He was beautiful. Tim kissed his fingers, knuckles and forehead to mess with his head.
"Don't move, Bat"
Tim carded his hair with one hand and sat on the table between Bruce's legs. He could lifted the man's balls to see the plug and played with it giving it a few tugs to test how sensitive his hole was. Bruce started whimpering and Tim reached for the loose rope on the plug and balls, removing them entirely.
"You're not allowed to come yet", he simply stated before taking Bruce's hard cock in his hands, pulling the skin up and down knowing how much he liked it. "Enjoy that…"
This wasn't a good sign for Bruce. It only meant trouble. And Tim delivered shortly after enjoying himself: the view was amazing with Bruce on display, the nipple clamps doing a good job on their own, a big leaking cock in his hands and his daddy crying from the pain. What could make it better? Ah, yes! More pain!
Tim sucked at the tip and took a package from the metal tray, peeling the plastic away to hold the thin rod. He hissed and showed it to him, holding the metal rod in front of his face in a mocking way. The young boy delighted in the renewed fear in those pretty eyes. No sight of big, scary Batman.
"I'm going to fuck your cock now, Bat"
Bruce whimpered pathetically, a tiny whine at the end that had Tim gasp quietly. But Tim pretended not to notice, poured the special lube on the rod and brought the tip directly on his slit. The rod was coated, thick lube clinging to it, and Tim pressed slowly. Experimentally.
Bruce held still, open mouthed and trembling from the strain to force his body not to move.
"That's it, bitch", he wanted to say he was proud of him, but that had to be enough for now. "You're taking it so well"
He pulled the rod out and then back in, watching in awe how it stretched Bruce's slit.
"Fuuuuck… look at that…", muttering to himself, Tim pushed and pushed and pushed until there was no more room. "Fuck, Brucie, you should always have something up your cock. Pissing and coming is overrated for you"
Bruce had been crying. Since the first half inch, he'd been shedding pretty tears and panting, legs trembling but unable to move at all because Tim was still seated between them. Now the boy began to massage his groin, lower belly and balls, hard as fuck because Bruce couldn't stop crying and moaning, begging for more without words.
"Next time I'll borrow Dick's harness and some cocks. I'd love to fuck you with mine and one of his at the same time", Tim stated and then stroked Bruce's cock, but gave no warning before sucking it along his massage. Bruce sobbed and shivered before growling like a wild animal, so Tim pulled back and don't move. "Wanna come, baby? Scary princess of the night is sobbing because he wants to come? Fine…"
He sighed and became a monster for Bruce. In one hand he held the chain connected to the nipple clamps, with the other he took the end of the rod… Bruce came hard after a few thrusts of the metallic rod, his nipples pulled without mercy, and Tim couldn't wipe the smile off his face.
"Hold this"
Tim brought the chain to Bruce's mouth and made him bite it, telling him with one look he was not allowed to let it go. Ignoring the way Bruce yelled and cried -no safeword or signal there to stop-, Tim lapped the cum off Bat's cock while playing with his balls, loving the way he kept coming thanks to the overstimulation.
The boy pulled the rod half way off his cock with his teeth and moved it in little circles. Why was that so exciting? Why was Tim so happy to be inflicting so much pain…? Well, Bruce loved it! He was crying, sobbing again and clearly in distress. And not a sign to stop. Nothing.
Bruce wanted to be hurt, humiliated, slammed to rock bottom and mocked about it. Maybe next time he could get his brothers to fuck and torture him for a day before he could get his hands on him.
That's an idea.
"Okay, alright…", he tried to soothe Bruce but took the rod slow to see him squirm. "Overstimulated? Damn, I haven't even fucked your ass yet…"
He let the rod fall on the tray, wiped his hands on Bruce's legs and allowed him to let go of the chain between his teeth. Bruce gasped shakily in relief, his whole body sagged and lost all strength.
Tim let him take a break, just enough to jump off the desk again to fetch the vibrator. It was a tiny bit smaller than his own cock so it would do perfectly.
"Hey, I need to take a piss, so you need to hold this because I'm going to fuck you next and I need you desperate again"
With a mocking laugh, Tim made Bruce hold it in his mouth sideways so he could get the plug off his ass. After lubing two of his fingers, he jammed them in and fucked the hole fast, thus making Bruce whimper and moan again.
"Come on, it's just my fingers", he pulled at the chain, hard. "Now you have something to cry about, see?"
Three fingers were more than he deserved so he barely lubed the vibrator before shoving it up his ass. It was flared, nicely curved and had a bump to stimulate the prostate once it was on… so he turned it on, made out with his mouth obscenely and palmed his flagging cock before going out. He didn't bother hiding his body but was lucky none of his brothers or Alfred saw him.
After turning the lights on, he watched himself in the mirror. Was he the same boy that had just tortured sexually his adoptive father?
Apparently, yes.
"You're something else, Timmy" he told himself and focused on taking a piss which was not an easy feat being hard as he was.
But Bruce's break was over and he joined him shortly after. His dad trembling, cock trying to get hard again and throbbing at the slit, all sweaty with dried tears all over his face.
"You're lucky I don't want Alfred to clean piss, because I would've used you as a toilet right now. I bet you're full too, right?"
Being a bitch, Tim pressed over Bat's lower belly, bladder being abused too apparently. Bruce groaned and tried to twist his body to one side but Tim caught the chain and pulled again to make him stop.
"You're not going anywhere, bitch. Don't you get it? Jesus… now you need another lesson"
Tim pushed the armchair back and stood by the desk before manhandling Bruce's larger body. He was nothing tied up and completely at his mercy, so it was easy for him to turn his lower half 'out', ass hanging off the edge.
"Dick would look good like this. I'm almost as flexible as he is, you know? Acrobatic sex is our next stop…"
Tim fucked the vibrator in and out a few times, teasing his insides before taking it out. Instead of turning the thing off, he tied it around Bruce's half hard cock and laughed at his pathetic whimpers.
"A dude this big… you're not a man, you're just meat and three holes I can fuck", and he did. Once the vibrator was secured, Tim slammed his cock in Bruce's ass so hard the table moved and the man moaned, high pitched and all. "Fuck, do that again!"
Tim made him do it, really. He fucked Bruce so hard, fast and slow, he started begging Tim to stop.
They'd talked about this. He was only allowed to talk under the No Talk Rule to ask Tim to stop… just to be ignored. This made Tim inexplicable happy: to have Bruce's trust so explicitly given, so freely deposited in his perverted hands…
"S-sto-op, p-please… Please-!"
"Oh fuck, fuck, fuck… what a good bitch, Brucie… what a good bitch, letting his son fuck him like this"
He rocked his hips hard back and forth, Bruce's hole barely giving him any resistance, and when he grabbed at his hair and tits at the same time for purchase, Tim came buried deep in that wet hole that now belonged to him.
"Fucking hell…", panting, Tim turned the vibrator off trying to keep his cool. Trying not to look as dizzy as he felt. He'd been hard for too long! "That's it, but you're giving me one more"
Bruce whined as he was forced to come one more time: Tim stroking his cock expertly and rolling his hips still buried in his ass. Bruce had nowhere to go, no way to stop the abuse so he just let Tim do whatever he wanted.
Once he came, just a couple of thin spurts of semen on the desk, Tim pulled out and fell to his knees so he could finally eat that big ass. He played with his own cum, took a few bites at his rim and around it, pushed his cum and saliva inside and stopped only after feeding the plug back to Bruce's hungry hole.
"Jesus Christ and all the saints, Bat…"
"Alfred", Bruce mumbled his safeword weakly and Tim changed so fast it gave him whiplash.
"Okay, okay, hold on, dad!"
Tim released his arms first with the hidden blade under the armchair, then the legs and finally sat down on the desk by Bruce's side to unclasp the nipple clamps.
"Sorry, one more and it's over", Tim said with worry in his voice but then Bruce turned his head away, embarrassed by his own reaction. His cheeks blushed hard and Tim laughed softly before leaning down to kiss dad's temple. "Don't hide now, please. You have nothing to be ashamed of"
Tim was nervous… did Bruce regret it?
"I'm okay, son", Bruce half smiled but let himself be turned on his side. "Can you pull it off? I'm beat"
"Yeah, wonder why…"
The boy slid the plug off his ass carefully, the way he would've done it in a normal setting. His darkness was sated and now he needed to bring dad back to him.
After cleaning the various messy spots and kissing all the flowering bruises and bitemarks, Tim helped Bruce up and down the desk. There was a large cot Jason helped him set up for this, but instead of going to sleep right away Bruce asked to go relief himself.
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Tim helped him go and come back, still all alone in that wing of the manor -thanks, Dickie-, and finally was allowed to put Bruce down on the cot.
He grabbed a few blankets before laying down on his side face to face, now literally facing the consequences.
"Happy birthday, Tim"
"Thanks, dad", he sighed, tired. How was Bruce feeling then? Well, it was time to ask. "And… how's your…? How do you feel?"
"I'm…"
"I'm sorry. I didn't really mean everything I said. You're an amazing man, the best father, an incredible hero… I promise it was just a play"
"Tim…"
But Tim didn't listen. He felt his chest tight, and a sense of guilt growing inside of him. Bruce, however, held him against his chest and whispered in his ear to listen, to pay attention to his heartbeat and his steady breathing.
"You were perfect. I know you love me, and you wouldn't think all those things about me outside of our safe space. You took care of me, alright? You're a good young man and I'm happy to have done this with you… Your brothers could never do it the way you have, because this is a part of you that needs to come out sometimes… I understand. I need this too. Dick was never able to do it, Jason is a complicated man, and Damian… well, he's too young to know his heart in this context"
Tim listened and calmed down thanks to Bruce's words, nodding minutely and playing with his dad's chest hair like he'd been the one on the desk.
"Alright, I…", he leaned back to look at Bruce, one hand already in his face where he'd slapped hard. "What about you?"
"I'm fine"
"Elaborate"
"Tim, you're spending too much time with Damian"
"And you're not elaborating at all"
This back and forth made Bruce laugh, his expressions softening as he closed his eyes. Tim knew he was… content, at least.
"I'm feeling lighter. The weight on my mind doesn't make me feel like I'm drowning anymore… you did this, son. You took me somewhere I had no way of going without destroying my mind"
"Oh…"
Well, he knew about that. He'd read, done extensive research, but it was an entirely different thing to do it. To be it for someone.
Regardless, he still felt like an asshole for being so mean.
"And it's… I didn't know about the nipple thing"
"Ah, that. Dick must've played with you and noticed but didn't actually go through it. I… He knows I'm meaner"
Bruce finally opened his eyes and replied with a soft kiss. They didn't talk for a while, both in need of some rest and a nap. And they slept, talked and even Bruce took Tim even if he was sore from the sounding. The way they sawyed together, soft panting and loving hands, got Tim to come in a silent and strained moan. Bruce held him against him, chest to back, and came shortly after with small grunts.
They needed each other. And even after all the crying, humiliation, mean words, name calling and sexual torture, love had a grip on their fractured hearts.
Later that night, after spending the whole day together, alone in their litte and depraved bubble, they asked Alfred for some dinner and cleaning supplies.
In no way they'd allow Alfred to see what they did.
"Dad… we need to go on vacation sometime"
"Whatever you need, son"
"Shit… We didn't use the blindfold"
"Next time"
"And I think Damian hid a few cameras around..."