"Stay away from me!"
On the operating table, Batman thrashed wildly, staring in terror at the damned bastard before him.
Much as he hated to admit it, he was experiencing fear unlike anything he had ever known.
Even though the man before him showed no sign of ever having worked out, even though Batman could knock him down with barely a flick of his fingers, even though... even though...
Fuck the even thoughs. I'm genuinely terrified!
With iron determination and overwhelming horror, Batman clenched his ass cheeks tighter than ever before. Stick a lump of coal in there, and with a little effort, he might well have squeezed it into a diamond.
"Oh, my darling~ The more you struggle, the more excited I get!"
Watching Batman flop around like a live fish out of water, Old Gay could not have been happier.
He loved energetic, spirited young men like this. A strapping young bull was far more fun than toys that never fought back.
Growing increasingly interested, he stripped off Batman's armor, then, unable to restrain himself, licked his cowl.
"Oh~ That's it. Only a cowl soaked in a hunk's sweat could have such an exquisite, savory saltiness. How utterly refreshing~
I really can't wait to taste you anymore~"
He licked me! He fucking licked me! He's fucking licking me!
Batman's pupils shook. He was certain this was the greatest ordeal of his life-not merely physical torment, but psychological torture as well.
He really wanted to leap up and beat this bastard to death!
Yes, despite his hands and feet being restrained and most of his equipment having been confiscated, Batman could actually have escaped the operating table at any time.
He had only stayed put to lull his enemies into complacency, investigate their true identities, and uncover any potential