Robin Boy Wonder Captured Fight Story
Tim Drake looked
up from his trigonometry textbook and out the window into the night sky. A full
moon was rising above Wayne Manor, promising a night of adventure and danger.
But Tim was stuck in his room doing homework! He hated it when Batman was off
with the Justice League of America. As the third teenager to wear the uniform of
Robin, The Boy Wonder, Tim often felt that Batman overprotected him, not
allowing him to out on patrol alone. But then, considering what had happened to
the last Robin � blown to bits by the Joker � you couldn�t really blame the big
guy�
Tim�s thoughts were interrupted when the Bat Signal suddenly flashed into the
inky black sky. Yahoo! thought Tim. He raced down to the Bat Cave and picked up
the special phone that connected him with Commissioner Gordon and disguised
Tim's wavery teenage voice to sound like the Batman�s.
�What�s up, Commissioner?� he asked. �Batman, this is serious. I just got off
the phone with the principal at Gotham High. Four male students didn�t show up
for class on Monday. Now they�re all reported missing. This morning, three more
disappeared. Their parents are frantic.�
�Any clues? Kidnap demands? Any idea who�s doing this?� asked Robin.
�That�s why I called you,� said Gordon. �We just received an anonymous package.
In it was a video that showed all the missing boys. It wasn�t pretty. They were
all naked and tied up in bondage. Very sick. And there was a note that says to
contact you. It says, �I have come for Gotham�s young men to make them my toys.
Robin is next. Tell Batman.� And it�s signed The Pied Piper.�
�Transmit the video to me with the remote TV-conferencing unit I gave you,� said Robin. �I�ll get right on it.�
Within a few minutes, Robin was staring intently at a video showing seven
teenage boys. They had all been stripped naked, blindfolded, and gagged. Some
were spreadeagled in manacles; others were being stretched in leather harnesses.
Several had full erections, suggesting that they�d been sexually manipulated.
Robin rewound the video and played it again, this time using the Bat Cave�s
extensive video-editing equipment to enhance the image. He stared at the screen
for some clue, and then finally spotted it. The boys were in a dark room
decorated to resemble a dungeon. In one shot, the back wall of the room was
clearly visible. Robin immediately recognized the oversized, distinctively
colored red bricks as being one of the old abandoned warehouse buildings at Goth
harbor. He and Batman had faced down Caiman in one of those buildings a few
months ago.
Tim changed into his Robin suit, checked his utility belt to make sure it was
fully stocked, and roared out of the BatCave on his jetcycle. When he got to the
harbor, he used his Batrope to climb to the roof of one of the warehouses and
began to search each building for some sign of the Pied Piper. On the third
roof, Tim gazed through a skylight and saw the Pied Piper�s dungeon. He could
see several of the boys writhing in leather harnesses, and a huge hulking figure
who must be the Pied Piper. From Robin�s vantage, he judged the Piper to be
nearly 7 feet tall. He was wearing nothing but a black leather codpiece, with
leather straps crisscrossing his massively muscled chest, huge shoulders and
arms. A black leather mask covered his face. He looked like a cross between Hulk
Hogan and Batman�s old nemesis, Bane. The Piper was flogging the chest of one of
the boys with a large cat o�nine tails, and Robin could hear the boy�s screams
reverberate through the heavy glass of the skylight.
Robin prepared a gas-grenade Batarang that would discharge a powerful dose of
nerve gas on impact. Holding his breath, he crashed through the skylight to the
floor beneath in a hail of metal and glass, and expertly slung the Batarang at
the Pied Piper. The Batarang exploded into a cloud of gas but the massive figure
of the Pied Piper continued his relentless flogging. �It�s a trap, Robin!�
screamed one of the boys. �That�s not the Piper, it�s a robot!�
Robin turned quickly to assess the situation when he felt a stinging pain in his
calf. He looked at his leg and saw a tranquilizer dart embedded in his flesh.
Out of nowhere, another hit his shoulder. Robin tucked and rolled across the
floor, assuming a defensive stance when a third dart landed in his thigh. He
couldn�t see where they were coming from. Robin tried to dive across the floor
but his leg collapsed under his weight as the dart�s venom began to take effect.
Instinctively, Robin reached for the SOS alarm in his utility belt�s buckle but
before he could trigger the signal, a massive hand grabbed his forearm and
pulled it away from his belt. Robin managed to look up into the grinning,
black-hooded face of the Pied Piper before everything dissolved into blackness�
PART II:
Robin�s eyes fluttered open in pitch darkness and the Boy Wonder immediately
grimaced from the aching pain shooting throughout his body. Okay, he thought,
fighting to control his breathing and stave off panic, I�m still alive. He
remembered Batman�s lessons and started to take inventory of his surroundings.
He was naked and suspended by his wrists. And his mask was gone, although for
now, that was the least of his problems. From the incredible pain in his arms,
Robin guessed he had been dangling there for at least several hours. He looked
down and saw that his ankles were manacled and tethered to the floor, so he
couldn�t kick or move his body, except to arch his back a bit. The room he was
in was poorly ventilated and very warm. He could feel his wavy black hair wet
and matted to his head as sweat trickled down his brow and stung his eyes.
Suddenly, bright white arclights snapped all around him, bathing him in blinding
white light and heat. Tim gasped as he saw the body of another naked boy
dangling in front of him. The boy�s lean, sinewy body glistened in the bright
light and the boy�s face grimaced with pain. Beads of sweat trickled down the
furrow between the boy�s rounded pectorals and through the ridges of his
deeply-etched eight-pack, through the matted bush of pubic hair and down the
shaft of the boy�s flaccid six-inch penis. A drop of sweat beaded and fell from
the boy�s cock to the floor just as Tim blinked and realized he was looking into
a mirrored wall and seeing his own reflection.
Unlike Dick Grayson, the first Robin who changed his identity to Nightwing, Tim
had never bulked up under Batman�s relentless training. Instead, he developed a
lean muscularity. His shoulders and arms were more muscular than an average
boys, with pectorals were as round and tight as half a melon. But instead of the
husky trunk of Batman, Tim�s torso tapered into a 28� waist surrounded by tight
bands of muscle that ran through his abs and into his well-muscled thighs.
Stretched by his own weight, the banded striations of his muscles stood out in
high relief.
The Pied Piper smacked his lips as he gazed at Robin through the one-way mirror.
Let him bake awhile there, he thought; those lights would raise the temperature
in that room to over 100 degrees. And he had been planning this for a long time.
No need to rush things.
Robin�s head hung limply as he gamely tried to conserve his strength. After
about an hour of the searing heat of the floodlights, he heard footsteps and
looked up to see a woman in a white nurse�s uniform holding up a large glass of
water with a straw. The woman held the straw to Robin�s lips and said, �you�re
dehydrated, drink this.� Robin knew he needed the water, and he was so helpless
that there was no need to drug or poison him, so he sipped deeply. The water had
a harsh metallic taste. Oh shit, thought the Boy Wonder, that was drugged! Now
what? The woman left as Robin�s mind began to swim. The harsh white light of the
arc lamps begin to flicker into a million different colors and swirl around him.
The pain in his arms almost seemed to dissipate as the room spun around him.
It�s time, thought the Pied Piper. He dimmed the arc lights and activated the
cooling fans which blew the hot air out of Robin�s cubicle. Then he walked
through the hidden door He lifted Robin�s chin with one hand and stared straight
into the boy�s heavy-lidded eyes. �I am the Pied Piper. I have roamed the world
slaking my unquenchable hunger for the flesh of teenage boys and now I have come
to Gotham City for the most famous teen titan of all.�
�Those other boys were just bait for you, Robin,� the Piper said. �They�ve
already been disposed of and that warehouse has been burned to the ground. I�m
sure someone will fish them out eventually. You see, I knew Batman was away with
the JLA and I figured you�d figure out that videotape clue I left for you. And
you fell right into my trap. I had to burn your uniform, since I wasn�t sure
where Batman might have hidden his little tracking devices. In fact, your whole
body was x-rayed before we arrived at this facility, just to make sure there
weren�t any secret transmitters hidden under your skin. We don�t want Batman
breaking up our little party, now do we?�
�I am going to break you, Robin. I am going to make you my slave,� growled the
Piper. �You�re currently feeling the effects of a little cocktail I concocted
for my guests. It�s a combination of a hallucinogenic much like LSD and a very
potent form of Viagra. And I see it�s doing it�s job quite nicely.� The Piper
ran his hand down Robin�s body to his now-erect 8-inch shaft, bobbing helplessly
from his dangling body. �In fact, I see now why they call you The Boy Wonder,�
the Piper said, laughing menacingly. �You�re going to be having some very sexy
daydreams. I�ll see you in a little while.�
Robin swam in and out of consciousness while the Piper�s nefarious drug took
effect. An hour later, Robin�s cock was so ramrod stiff that it was curling
upward and ached unbearably. The Piper returned to his captive and gently
stroked the boy�s throbbing member. �What do you want more than anything,� the
Piper whispered into Robin�s ear. �Make me cum, make me cum,� the boy murmured.
�I can�t stand it anymore. Get me off, please.�
The Pied Piper stepped back as four aboriginal pygmies swarmed around Robin�s
nude body. �These are my helpers,� the Piper explained. �I rescued them from the
bush and have trained them well. They track prey, kill at will, enter any
premises undetected, they�re the ones who subdued you with their blowpipes. And
they are very skilled sexually. I will leave you to their good devices. And
remember, Boy Wonder, be careful what you wish for. Sometimes wishes come true.�
The pygmies swarmed around Robin. Three began gently stroking his aching body
while the fourth expertly placed his lips around Robin�s engorged cock and began
sucking him off. Robin�s body twisted and strained with ecstasy. When the
pygmy�s highly-trained senses detected it was time, he withdrew his lips and
started to massage Robin�s cock with his small fist. Robin�s body arced as an
electrifying orgasm ripped through his body and a jet of white cum spurted from
his cock. �Thank you, thank you,� Robin sobbed. �Again, again,� the pygmies
chanted. �Again, again.� The pygmies expert hands began to arouse Robin again,
massaging his testicles, hitting delicate pressure points, manipulating his
cock. One of the pygmies jammed his fist up Robin�s rectum and poked and prodded
until he began to massage Robin�s prostate. Inevitably Robin�s cock responded
and within minutes, he experienced another bone-shaking orgasm. �Again, again,�
chanted the pygmies, and started the cycle anew. �No, no!,� beggedd Robin.
But again and again the pygmies plied their artful manipulations to Robin�s
body. A third time. A fourth. On the fifth go-around, Robin�s member didn�t even
become erect but they pygmies still brought him to orgasm. On the sixth orgasm
in less than an hour, Robin screamed in agony as the pygmies milked the last
drop of cum from him, and passed out.
PART III.
When Robin came to, he realized that he had been moved while unconscious. The
effects of the drugs had worn off and he was now clearheaded. His cock still
throbbed with pain from the ferocious workout it had received from the Piper�s
diabolical henchmen, and his arms still ached from having been suspended for so
long, but otherwise he was unhurt. Robin now found himself standing with his
back to a padded wall. His arms were outstretched to either side and stapled to
the wall with metal straps. His ankles were also secured to the wall. He looked
as if he were being crucified. Robin realized that while he was unconscious, he
had been washed and somehow, he had relieved himself. His bowels and bladder
were both empty.
Robin looked up as the Pied Piper entered the chamber. The Piper was wearing his
bondage gear again, just like the robot in the warehouse had been dressed � a
black leather codpiece with two black leather straps crisscrossing a massive,
heavily muscled chest. He was wearing light workout gloves, the kind that boxers
use to work the heavy bag.
�It looks like Batman keeps you in pretty good shape,� the Piper sneered, as he
ran his hand up and down the ridges of Robin�s sharply defined abs. �Let�s see
how good. I�m going to give those abs of yours a workout. I�ll stop anytime you
like. All you have to do is ask me. But I have to warn you. Remember those
high-school boys you swooped in to rescue? Well, I kept one of them. Take a
look.� Behind the Piper, a TV monitor embedded in the wall suddenly came of
life, showing a closed-circuit picture of one of the kidnapped teens. He was
tethered to a wall exactly like Robin. Two large, half-naked men stood in front
of the boy.
�Now as soon as you ask me to stop, those two gentlemen in my employ will begin
using our young friend there as a punching bag. He�s in good shape but he�s no
Boy Wonder, I don�t think he�ll last very long. So do we understand? Good. Now
let�s begin.�
With that, the Piper cocked his left arm and fired a powerful jab directly into
Robin�s solar plexus. The blow took him by surprise and knocked the wind out of
him.
�You�re going to have to do better than that,� chuckled the Piper. �Now tighten
your abs and concentrate.�
Robin did as the Piper instructed and tightened his abs. The Piper began
throwing lefts, rights, jabs, and uppercuts into the Boy Wonder�s mid-section.
�You�re abs are wonderful, everything I hoped they�d be,� said the Piper. Let�s
turn it up a notch.�
The Piper stepped back slightly and started throwing his full body weight into
every punch. First he�d aim low, at the soft belly just above Robin�s pubis.
Pow! Then he�d throw a cross body punch into the meat of Robin�s abs. Wham! Then
he�s follow up with an uppercut into the solar plexus, bringing his fist up into
Robin�s body and lifting the boy off his feet.
Robin took the punishment silently, concentrating on holding his muscles tight
to absorb the Piper�s blows. But slowly the constant flurry of punches took
their toll and Robin felt his abdominals weakening.
The Piper went to the back wall and picked up a baseball bat. He came back to
Robin and said, �Let�s see if this makes an impression.� The Piper swung the bat
directly against Robin�s abs. The boy bounced off the wall behind him as every
ounce of wind was knocked from his lungs. Gasping for air, Robin looked up just
as the Piper twisted the bat in his hands and plunged it like a battering ram
directly into Robin�s mid-section. This time, green bile exploded from Robin�s
lips as the contents of his empty stomach erupted from the blow.
Smiling, the Piper probed Robin�s throbbing abs with his hand. They were
completely beaten down and soft now, with no tensile strength left at all. The
Piper resumed his left/right combinations, this time with every blow taking its
toll. Robin desperately tried to suck in oxygen in between hits as the Piper
continued battering his body. Robin�s eyes glazed over and a trickle of saliva
leaked from the corner of his mouth as he started to lose control of his bodily
functions.
�Had enough, Boy Wonder?� snarled the Piper. �All you have to do is ask and I�ll
stop.� �Fuck you,� sneered Robin. �It takes more than a few punches to take me
out.�
The Piper reared back his head and laughed. He motioned to his pygmy assistants
and they swarmed into the room, each holding small wooden clubs. They surrounded
Robin and started beating his body � not only his abs, but his chest, sides,
thighs, arms, even his genitals. Robin twisted and turned in his bonds, unable
to escape the unrelenting assault. Soon, ugly purple welts and bruises covered
his arms, shoulders, pecs, and thighs. �Ugh!��Ah!� �Oof� Each blow brought a
muffled response from the lips of the suffering teen. Robin tried to concentrate
on a Zen technique that Batman had taught him once that would make him lose
unconsciousness � the only escape when being tortured. But the lad couldn�t
focus with the pygmies lashing his body.
After an hour of the pygmies� relentless assault, the Piper returned to the
chamber. He was wearing heavy leather gloves that had steel bars across the
fingers. When the Piper made a fist, the steel bars were directly across his
knuckles. �Before I start pounding you with these, I�ll give you one more
chance,� said the Piper. Robin lifted his head and just sneered at his
tormentor. �Very well, then,� said the Piper. He brought back his arm and fired
a punch straight into Robin�s belly. The boy buckled and arc�d in his
restraints. The Piper threw a roundhouse right into the sharply striated delts
and heard a satisfying crunch as it connected one or more of Robin�s ribs. Robin
was now semi-conscious, unable to hold up his own weight. His head and shoulders
sagged forward over his lower body, his flaccid cock and balls dangling between
his thighs. The Piper pulled back his arm, aiming another punch directly at
Robin�s groin when the Boy Wonder broke. �Okay, enough, you win,� he sobbed.
�Stop, please. No more.�
The Piper roared back his head with laughter. �Clean him up, boys,� he directed
his pygmies, who threw buckets of cold water at Robin until his head had cleared
and he brought himself back upright.
�Now, Boy Wonder, watch what happens because you wimped out.� The Piper adjusted
the volume on the closed circuit monitor and flicked a switch that sent a signal
to the other chamber. Without hesitation, the two bruisers on the TV screen
began beating the manacled teen before them. The boy screamed in agony with the
first punch and was soon sobbing �Stop, please, stop, don�t hit me anymore!� at
the top of his lungs. Robin watched with horror and listened as the boy�s
screams tore into him. Finally, one of the men threw a roundhouse right at the
boy�s chin which snapped his head back and knocked him out.
�That concludes today�s lesson,� said the Piper. �I will see you tomorrow.� And
with that, he left the chamber, leaving Robin�s bruised body and psyche to
contemplate what else might await him.
Part IV.
Robin realized that he had either fallen asleep or, more likely, had been
drugged again. He came too out of an inky blankness in a new location. Now he
was in the center of a large empty room, still naked but now spreadeagled, with
his wrists manacled to tethers that reached to the ceiling. His legs were spread
to shoulder width and his ankles were manacled to the floor. At least he was
standing and not dangling in mid-air like before, so his arms didn�t ache.
Directly ahead of him was a black door, the only visible portal in the room. A
large black leather chair sat in the corner of the room, the room�s only
furnishing.
After Robin had been conscious about an hour, the door began to open. Robin�s
jaw almost dropped open when he saw Catman walk into the room ahead of the Pied
Piper. Catman, partner in crime to Catwoman, was a petty thief and predatory
homosexual who liked to kidnap and rape teenage boys. His leather fetish and
fondness for whips soon attracted the attention of Catwoman, who helped
transform the psychotic predator into a SuperVillain. The Piper just smiled at
Robin and made himself comfortable in the chair.
Catman was wearing his usual skintight leather jumpsuit. A huge bulge at his
crotch displayed his excitement. He had a large cat o�nine tails tethered to his
right hip and a black leather bullwhip on his left.
�Hello, Robin,� he purred. �So nice to see you again. Catwoman is still being
held prisoner in Arkham Asylum, thanks to you and Batman, but the Pied Piper was
nice enough to invite me to visit.�
Robin felt a cold chill run through his body as he listened to that familiar
silky voice.
Catman scanned the nude body of the Boy Wonder up and down and licked his lips
lasciviously. �I�ve waited a long time for this. Too bad Batman isn�t tied up
next to you, but you�ll do. I know you�ve seen me use my whips, but usually for
climbing buildings or snapping those batarangs out of your hand. Never for what
they really meant for. I so rarely get a chance to do this, I am really looking
forward to it.�
Catman placed his gloved hand on Robin�s chest, and ran it down over the raised
mounds of his pectorals and the curved ridges of his abs. �Now what shall it be,
the cat or the bullwhip? Which would you prefer, hmmmmm?� Robin flinched as
Catman�s hand traveled down to his groin and squeezed his cock and balls. �No
pain without pleasure, no pleasure without pain, that�s what I always say,� said
Catman. He slowly began running his gloved hand up and down the length of
Robin�s flaccid penis. �Let�s make a little wager. If you can stay soft for the
next 3 minutes, we�ll use the gentle cat. If you get hard, it will be the
bullwhip for you. Piper, please time us.�
The Pied Piper chuckled as Catman leaned even closer to Robin, pressing his lips
to his neck as he continued to massage his shaft. Robin tried to focus all of
his willpower on resisting Catman�s efforts, but a 16-year old boy�s cock has a
mind of its own � especially when it�s being fondled by a skilled pederast in a
slinky leather jumpsuit! After two and a half minutes, it had jerked to
attention and was standing stiffly at a 90 degree angle to the boy�s body.
Catman leaned even closer and whispered into Robin�s ear, �Sorry, sweety, you
lose.� He squeezed Robin�s tool and balls with his gloved hand until the boy
screamed in pain. �And if you think that hurt, you have no idea,� he purred.
Catman marched to about five feet behind Robin�s arched back and coiled the
long, sleek black bullwhip. He admired the naked form of his captive for a
moment. �I have to give you one thing, Boy Wonder,� he said, laughing meanly.
�You may be a first-class pain sometimes but you sure have one beautiful ass.�
He cracked the whip in the air two times; Robin flinched with every whipcrack,
waiting for the first blow. Finally, Catman threw out his arm, casting the whip
with a sidearm motion so it snaked across Robin�s back and wrapped around his
chest. Robin jerked and gasped as the whip cut through his skin and burned like
a fiery poker had raked his body. It hurt worse than anything Robin had ever
experienced, even the Pied Piper�s brass knuckles. The whip snaked across the
room again and again, crisscrossing Robin�s back with ugly red welts that
criss-crossed his broad shoulders and wrapped around his perfectly defined lats
and delts.
For Catman, this was more than a dream come true, it was the ultimate
realization of his obsession with Batman and Robin. As he expertly coiled and
cracked his whip, carefully guiding it across Robin�s back, shoulders, thighs,
and the beautiful twin globes of his butt, he lost himself in a trance-like
state outside of space and time. He didn�t even hear it when Robin�s gasps and
shrieks turned into full-blown screams. The Pied Piper, meanwhile, sat
contentedly watching the entire ordeal, staring at Robin�s contorted face and
relishing every crack of the whip and every tormented scream.
When Robin had been lashed from head to toe, Catman walked around the boy�s body
and faced him head on. �Now we�ll see what you�re really made of,� he said in a
dark, low purr. Robin at this point could barely hold up his head. He was
drenched with sweat, his long black hair matted and falling into his eyes.
Catman brought the whip down against Robin�s heaving chest once, twice, three
times. Robin had arched his body as much as he could, bending over backwards and
tilting his head back so the whip wouldn�t hit his face or eyes. That left his
chest and abs all the more exposed, and Catman continued to lash them
relentlessly. Finally, he curled the whip and expertly aimed it, letting fly a
perfect blow that flicked the tip of the whip against Robin�s cock. Robin let
out a bloodcurdling scream and then, mercifully, passed out, his body going
slack in his restraints.
�Good job, Catman,� said the Piper. �I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.
We�ll bathe him and treat his wounds, give him his nightly enema, and put him to
sleep. Tomorrow is a big day for Robin. The Joker and the Riddler have both
promised to be here for Robin�s last day on Earth.�
Part 5
This time when Robin woke up, he found himself laying on a padded mat. He was
still naked but for the first time, wasn�t tied up or bound in some way. He
stood up and massaged his arms and legs, checking himself out. His wounds had
been treated with a soothing salve and most of the whip marks had receded to
faint welts, except for a nasty gash on his cheek where Catman�s whip had caught
his face, and a cut across one nipple that would need time to heal. His body was
still spotted with lumps and bruises from the beatings he�d taken, but over all,
Robin decided, he was still in pretty good shape, even if he still didn�t know
where he was or how long he�d been knocked out. It could have been two hours or
two weeks since his last punishment session with the Pied Piper.
Suddenly, bright lights snapped on around him and Robin could see several
shadowy figures staring down at him through tinted plate-glass windows above his
head. Robin was in some sort of amphitheater, with padded walls and floor,
almost like a 3-D wrestling ring. The teen titan could make out the shadowy
silhouette of the Pied Piper through the glass and two other figures � one
unmistakably the Joker, with his white skin and eerie red lips, and the other a
thin man in green, probably the Riddler. And there was another man in black,
with something strange on his head � a big hat perhaps? A straw hat? The
Scarecrow?
�Hello, Robin,� the Pied Piper�s voice boomed through a speaker. �Do you
remember those boys that you tried to rescue at the warehouse? They were turned
over to your old friend The Scarecrow who has managed to completely brainwash
them into thinking that you are their mortal enemy. Let me introduce you to
them.�
The Piper pressed a button and a door slid open. Five husky teens clad only in
black jockstraps entered the room. All of the boys were clearly champion
athletes who had been selected for their physicality � all had big arms and
shoulders, massive pecs, washboard abs, and tight trim waists. Their jockstraps
bulged with their barely-contained manhood. They were all pumped up, gnashing
their jaws and pounding their fists in some sort of drugged blood frenzy.
In a fair fight, Robin could have dispatched all five boys easily. After all,
they might be strong but they weren�t trained martial artists. But Robin had
been considerably weakened by his prolonged captivity, the relentless punishment
to his body, and a lack of food and water. Moreover, he was pretty sure the
Piper had cracked a couple of his ribs, which were still sore and painful to the
touch.
�There he is,� growled one of the high-school athletes. �Get the little fucker.
Tear him to pieces!� All five boys started screaming like wild animals and
attacked Robin with flailing fists. Robin dodged their first assault, dropping
one boy with a spin kick and knocking another off his feet with a judo throw.
But when all five boys rushed Robin at once, their sheer bulk was too much for
him. They toppled the teen crimefighter off his feet and flat onto the mat. Two
of the boys sat on Robin�s arms, pinning them over his head. Another two held
down his legs. The fifth boy, a huge bruiser who was the star halfback for the
Gotham Knights football squad, squatted over Robin�s waist. He started banging
his fists on Robin�s exposed abs, like a baby banging his hands on a table, only
as hard as he could possibly pound. Robin�s abused muscles simply couldn�t
withstand anymore punishment, and the blows knocked the wind from his body.
Smiling ferociously with the effectiveness of his punishment, the high school
boy alternated his punches from Robin�s reddened, softened abs to his solar
plexus to his pecs. Robin let out little gasps of pain with every blow � �Agh!
Ugh! Uff!� � until he was desperately sucking in air and trying to catch his
breath. When all resistance had clearly been knocked out of him, the boys stood
Robin up. One of the bigger guys put Robin in a full nelson, bending his neck
forward and pinning his arms straight up in the air. The other four boys took
turns gutpunching Robin in the abs, the ribs, and the pecs. One of the punches
hit Robin squarely on his cracked rib and the teen let out an uncontrolled
scream. The high school boys just laughed and continued raining blows all over
Robin�s body.
When their arms started to get tired, they dropped Robin to the floor and rolled
him over onto his stomach. The boys � who had all been given the Pied Piper�s
Super-Viagra serum - dropped their jockstaps and each was sporting a monstrous 7
to 10-inch hardon. The first boy straddled Robin�s bubble butt and pulled his
chin straight back in a classic Camel Clutch. Robin screamed in pain as his back
was bent backwards like a pretzel. �Let�s see if the Boy Wonder�s a virgin,�
said the teen straddling Robin. He lifted Robin�s butt off the floor and made
Robin squat on his knees. Then he mounted the teen, forcing the full length of
his engorged shaft up Robin�s rectum. Robin squealed from the pain of the large
teen�s sizable cock being driven into this body. �Why don�t you beg us to stop?�
teased the teen. �We won�t anyway but we�d love to hear you cry like a baby.�
Robin shut his eyes and tried to force his mind away from the horror of the
moment, as the teen continued to pound his dick in and out of Robin�s boyhole.
Finally the teen pulled his cock out of Robin and shot a load of sperm all over
the teen�s ass.
The other four teens each took their turn raping Robin, taking as long as
possible before they each got off and came. By the time it was over, Robin�s ass
and the mat under him was smeared with a puddle of sticky white cum. The boys
formed a circle around Robin�s body and proceeded to circle jerk another round
of jism on him. Robin simply lay on the floor, too exhausted and humiliated to
even look at his tormentors.
The door to the chamber opened again and the boys quietly filed out, as if
following pre-arranged orders. As the Pied Piper and his guest � Joker, Riddler,
Catman, and the Scarecrow � filed into the room, two ropes descended from the
ceiling. Each had a wrist manacle on its end.
The Piper�s pygmies attached the manacles to Robin�s wrists and then stood back
as the ropes began to recede, dragging Robin to his feet and eventually
suspending him spreadeagled by his wrists several inches above the floor.
�Riddle me this, Robin,� screeching the Riddler. �What hurts and feels good at
the same time? Why an orgasm, of course! And look what I have for you!� With
that, the Riddle plucked a large silver butt plug from his pocket and waved it
in the air. �This is no ordinary dildo, Boy Wonder. It has a special transceiver
in it that will broadcast an electronic signal direct to your prostate, and from
their to the pleasure centers in your brain. Turn on the power a little bit and
you get a boner. Turn it up halfway and you have an orgasm. Turn it up
full-power and �. Ever wonder what it would be like to have an orgasm for ten
minutes? A half hour? An hour? That exquisite electric shock of pleasure and
pain wracking your body and never stopping? On and on and on. Eventually, your
lungs would collapse, your heart would explode from the strain, and you�d have
cum to death. Well, dear Robin, that�s what we�re going to do to you.�
With that, the Riddler brusquely inserted the killer butt-plug up Robin�s
rectum. �Lucky we had those boys loosen you up in there,� laughed the Joker.
�Plenty of room for our little toy up there now. Ha ha ha ha!�
�Turn it on, Riddler, and let�s get this over with,� said the Pied Piper. �I
grow bored with him.�
The Riddler turned to an electronic panel in the wall and turned a small dial. A
small amount of power started flowing through the device. Robin felt his cock
twitch, like a faint electric shock. The Riddler let out his insane giggle and
cranked the dial higher. Robin watched helplessly as his cock expanded into full
rigidity. In a matter of seconds, it was perpendicular from his suspended body.
�All the way now,� said the Piper. �Gentleman, prepare yourself for a show.�
The Riddler cranked the machine to its highest level. Robin�s entire body
spasm�d and he threw his head back, letting out a shriek. A jet of white cum
spurted from his cock, then another, then a third. Robin thrashed in his
restraints, his body writhing as the exquisite pain and pleasure of a thousand
orgasms assaulted him without let up. �Stop, make it stop!� he screamed.
�Please, make it stop!�
The Joker let out a bloodcurdling laugh to see his nemesis in such a dire
predicament. The other SuperVillains watched intently as Robin�s body continued
to twist in the air.
Suddenly, the back wall of the exploded into a cloud of plaster and rubble as a
blue figure streaked into the room. It was Superman! The black-clad figure of
Batman followed through the hole that Superman had created. The opposite wall
suddenly lit up with an intense green light, then melted away as the Green
Lantern blasted his way into the sanctuary. �Turn that thing off!� yelled
Batman. A bolt of energy from Green Lantern�s power ring blasted the Riddler�s
machine, killing the power. Robin�s drained body sagged limply as Superman cut
his bonds with his heat vision and cradled the boy to the floor. Superman took a
quick look at Robin�s heart and lungs with his x-ray vision. �He�s going to be
all right, we got here in time,� he said.
�Let�s clean up this trash then,� said Batman, staring at the Joker, Riddler,
Catman, and Pied Piper with barely bridled fury.
There were no arrests that day. No trials. No jury ever heard details of the
naked humiliation and torture suffered by Robin. The kidnapped high-school boys
were deprogrammed by Green Lantern and returned to Gotham High with no memory of
their ordeal. After a short recovery period, Robin returned to Batman�s side on
patrol, but Gotham City seemed much quieter after his return. And no one ever
heard of the Joker, the Riddler, the Catman, or the Pied Piper ever again.