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Jason is so frustrated!
He's spent the last twenty minutes searching this stupid room and sure enough, there's no way out. There's no vents, the door is flush, the bolts are secured, the mirror is shatter resistant- he's looked at everything! This is so stupid! What is with this room that they've secured it this much? It assuredly was not made to contain Jason which worries Jason of who- or what- they might try to throw in here with him.
This is what he gets for getting caught, Jason knows that. Had he just listened to instructions and stayed in place, he would've been fine. Had he not let those fucking losers grab him, he would've been fine. But no, now he's here.
His training says he needs to sit still and wait for Batman to come rescue him. Jason isn't in any immediate danger that he knows about so just hanging out until Batman shows up is objectively the right decision. It doesn't matter what Jason is worried might happen, he shouldn't do anything drastic without proof.
Jason eyes the dildo in the middle of the room.
It's big. In fact, Jason knows exactly how big it is because it has little measurements marking the side like it's a fucking ruler or something. It's perched in the middle of the room, square on with the obvious two-way mirror, and mounted on something seat shaped. Basically, perfect for Jason to sit on.
This isn't a case of Jason just assuming riding the thing will get him out of this. No, the losers that threw him in here were very helpful when they said they'd let him out if he put on a little show for them. Perverts. Why are so many of the goons in Gotham perverts?
Jason paces around the room again.
It's not like he's worried Bruce won't come. Almost the opposite, in fact. Why are you such a screw up, he'll say. Why can't you listen to directions, he'll say. You're a worthless Robin who can't even keep himself out of danger, why would I want you around, he'll say.
His other option is- Jason looks at the dildo uncomfortably.
It looks a little too big but it's not like he's a virgin or something. He might be sore later but he could probably handle it. Jason doesn't like the idea that he doesn't know who's watching, though. More importantly, he has no idea if they're filming him. Bruce will definitely be angry if they get video of Robin fucking himself on this stupid thing.
No, Jason can't do it. He'll just sit here like the useless Robin he is and wait to be saved.
“Looks like you're still deciding what to do,” a voice suddenly speaks to him. Jason looks around for where it might be coming from and the possibility of a new escape route. “Maybe this will help you make a decision: we have Batman.”
Yeah? They have Batman? The Batman? Jason rolls his eyes. They surely know how far fetched that sounds, right?
“You got proof of that?” he replies mildly.
The two-way mirror darkens suddenly and Jason looks over at it. Incredibly, there's Bruce. He's still masked up, thankfully, but he's obviously been beaten pretty bad and his face is marred with blood. Jason's heart quickens painfully. How the hell did these idiots manage to capture Bruce? They're not that good!
Then the mirror shuts him out again.
So Bruce isn't coming to save him. That isn't good. Now he sort of has to play along, doesn't he? Bruce is going to say he should just wait for him to figure a way out of this but what if he doesn't? Or what if they unmask him? If Jason plays along, these losers will be focused on him anyway which will give Bruce a better opportunity to escape.
Jason bites his lip nervously. He's still concerned about being filmed and now the fact that Bruce is also watching. Not only is he useless and got caught but Bruce is going to think he's a slut and want to get rid of him even more. But if he doesn't do anything, what good is he as a Robin anyways? Surely Bruce will understand why he has to do something, right?
Warily, Jason looks at the dildo again. It feels like the thing is mocking him now. He doesn't see what choice he has.
Approaching the thing, it seems even bigger than he thought. Jason scrutinizes it with distaste. Cautiously, he touches it just to make sure there's nothing weird going on and sure enough, nothing happens. He can barely get his hand around it. Jason glances over at the mirror nervously and is less than pleased to realize it's just his reflection looking back at him.
Whether that's better or worse than having to see Bruce watching him, he's not really sure. He just reminds himself that it doesn't matter. Jason pulls himself up onto seat to compare the thing against his stomach. The tip of it is a good two inches past his belly button. He's definitely never taken anything this big before. Will he be fine?
The seat isn't exactly the largest, either, and it's just high enough that Jason can touch the ground with his toes. If he slips- well, hopefully he doesn't slip.
He just needs to get this over with.
Jason shimmies out of his briefs and panties, leaving on everything else for what little his modesty means now. He rubs his slit with his fingers, trying to get himself wet, and can't help but worry about how tight he feels. Obviously he'd never admit to it, but he's masturbated with some things he didn't think would fit before. Just never anything this size.
It's a little hard to get himself excited for this. Nothing about this is what he'd consider sexy. Jason closes his eyes and tries to think of something horny to help but it's hard when he knows a bunch of perverted goons are getting off on him. And Bruce. Well, Bruce isn't getting off to him.
Not that Jason would mind that.
Not in a weird way. Jason just wouldn't really care if Bruce found him attractive and maybe touched himself thinking about Jason sometimes, that's all. Bruce would never, least of all because Jason is a teenager, but he also would never say anything, either. He'll definitely be thinking about it after this, that's for sure. Even a man like Bruce can't help himself when it comes to this sort of thing.
Bruce is probably into some weird things, anyways. Is his cock bigger or smaller than this thing? It has to be smaller, right? If Bruce had something this size between his legs, Jason doubts he'd be getting laid very often.
Jason's starting to get wet, fortunately. He can feel how warm his face is getting just from getting so aroused over thinking about his mentor but no one else has to know that. Even if he feels like somehow Bruce is going to know anyways. Jason pushes a pair of fingers into himself and spreads them around to try to get himself to loosen up. He thinks about Bruce eating him out to prepare him for taking his big, thick cock.
If he could get himself off at least once, this will probably be a lot easier but he's always had a problem doing that with just his fingers. He tries anyways, rubbing and pinching his clit with his opposite hand, but it's just too much work. The important part is, he's dripping with slick.
Jason eyes up the toy again. He knows they're going to try to make him take all of it so he doesn't even bother hoping for anything else. In an ideal world, he just has to keep this up until Bruce manages to get himself free and get them out of here.
Carefully, he climbs up onto the seat and tries to find the best place to plant his feet. This whole thing is precarious to say the least. The seat is some sort of leather, too, meaning it's going to get slippery the wetter Jason gets. He needs to be careful.
Jason hoists himself up enough to rub his little pussy against the thick head of the toy. Right away, this worries him. It's not going to go in easy and his stomach is tight just at the idea of this thing stretching him. He grinds against it to cover it with his slick before tentatively trying to push himself onto it. The immediate feeling of it stretching his tight slit makes him gasp.
He stops himself from pulling off right away. It's not going to get any easier so he just needs to figure it out. Jason rocks and twists his hips, feeling the tip slowly work him open around it. There's a small ache but it's not painful. It actually feels a bit nice in a weird way. His slick is starting to roll down the sides which is helping ease it in.
Jason thinks about how Bruce would make him do this. Like some sort of perverse training, making Jason ride large toys to prepare him for the inevitable stretch of Bruce's own cock. His cunt clenches hornily.
You can take more than that, he hears Bruce's rumbly voice say. Jason bites his lip, closing his eyes as he tries to push his hips down further. The thick tip suddenly pops inside and he gasps at how full he already feels. Just the tip is already more than an inch and Jason feels it. He can't even clench down properly with how wide it's forcing him open.
Jason tries to wipe the drool from his mouth but it's a bit pointless. He looks down to try to gauge how much of this he'll actually be able to take but is immediately distracted by the small bulge in his belly. This makes him significantly hornier than he expected. He can see it inside himself. His cunt throbs, leaking even more rich, heady slick in the process.
Distracted, Jason's own weight causes him to slide further down and he urgently focuses on keeping himself upright again. The feeling of this thing carving him open is mind numbing as it is but now the tip is pressed hard against his sweet spot. Every twitch and clench makes him feel it even worse. Being so stretched around its girth is putting a terrible pressure on his clit, too. It's very hard to stay focused.
Jason covers his mouth with one hand to stop himself from moaning too openly. This is bad. Bruce is definitely going to think he's a slut now. How could he be enjoying this? Again, he looks over at the mirror and again, he's only met with his reflection. Jason's breath catches when he sees himself.
He's still in his Robin costume, of course, with his cunt stretched achingly wide around the toy and a noticable bulge in his belly. Shiny with his own slick and sweat and drool. He looks a complete mess and worse still, he looks utterly too horny. It's such a lewd sight made only worse knowing Bruce is on the other side watching him. If Bruce could ever look him in the eyes again, Jason would be shocked.
One of Jason's feet slip from under him just from all the slick that's starting to run down the seat. Without warning, his body is thrust down and he watches as several inch marks plunge into his quivering pussy. He catches himself on his knee, gasping and trembling as an unruly amount of silicone dick is forced inside him. It's far too much. He feels like he's going to be loose forever after this. The bulge in his belly is so deep now, the tight fabric of his uniform shirt threatens to rip.
He has to stop thinking about Bruce. It's making him way too horny.
Awkwardly, carefully, Jason adjusts so he can hold himself up on his knees instead. His legs are too weak for him to get back up any further than this and all he can do is just sit here and drool. He's already stretched so far and the blunt tip is pressing uncomfortably against his womb. There's no way he can take anymore.
Jason rocks his hips weakly but he's not sure what he's trying to accomplish. It feels good. It aches. He wants to come. He shouldn't come. He's sopping wet. It's a lot all at once.
Rocking isn't enough for him, though. The toy is pushing so firmly against all of him, he's struggling to orgasm just from this slow grind. Carefully, he lifts up on his knees just a little and thrusts back down. It's so much more amazing than he thought it would be. Unable to help himself, Jason does it again and again until he's fucking himself on the toy hungrily.
It's so big, he can't believe it feels anywhere near as good as it does. Is this what Bruce's cock would feel like inside him? No, it would probably feel better- warm and twitching and filling him with thick precum. Jason moves quicker, roughly fucking himself on the toy in an attempt to mimic the way he thinks Bruce would fuck him.
Or rather, the way he wants Bruce to fuck him.
Jason grabs his own shoulder and buries his wet mouth in the crook of his elbow to muffle his moaning. He doesn't know how much it actually helps but he can't stop moaning, either. It's painfully embarrassing. He keeps catching glimpses of himself in the mirror, utterly debautched looking.
And Batman is watching him. His dad is watching him ride a toy way too big and getting off on it.
His mentor, not his dad.
Bruce isn't his dad.
That would be really fucking weird to be thinking such horny thoughts about someone he sees as his dad. He's not a pervert.
The door opens suddenly.
It surprises Jason for more reasons than one. His immediate concern is that some goons are going to try to come in and mess with him but reality is so much worse. It's Bruce. It's Bruce and he doesn't look beaten up or bloodied at all. Jason panics to try to somehow correct himself.
Instead, he slips off the seat.
The noise Jason makes as his weight suddenly slams him down on the dildo is anything but dignified. He sounds like an animal in fucking heat. The large toy plunges painfully into his womb all at once, violating his deepest parts and allowing the full toy to sheathe itself inside him. He comes harder than he ever has in his life.
Jason blacks out.
“Robin.”
Needless to say, Jason is disorientated when he comes to again. Fortunately, he wasn't out long. Or unfortunately, as it were. His breath catches harshly as he clenches down around the toy inside him. It's so deep. Jason stares at the lewd bulge in his stomach in alarm and awe.
“Easy,” Bruce says firmly. Tears spring to Jason's eyes immediately.
“I'm sorry,” he blurts out at once. “I should've listened. I didn't- I don't-”
“Robin,” Bruce says again, stifling Jason's panic a little. “You're okay. Just breathe.” It's actually quite hard to do that with this thing stretching out his snug, virgin womb. Still, Jason tries. His legs are so weak, he can't even attempt to get himself up. He can't help but flinch when Bruce carefully grabs him under the arms to lift him up.
Jason whines as he feels the tip of the toy pull out of his cervix. His whole body shakes, still trying to recover from his orgasm. There's just so much of it. He trembles as Bruce achingly slow pulls him off like it's some sort of punishment in itself. Jason can see each inch mark as it comes out of him.
It's a thousand times worse when Jason comes again.
He certainly will never be able to look at Bruce ever again.
Obviously understanding that he isn't able to stand right now, Bruce carefully places him on the ground to give him a quick examination. Jason's face burns as Bruce pushes a pair of fingers into his gaping slit. He knows it's to check for damage but still, Jason really wishes he wouldn't. It's over quickly at least, then Bruce is taking off his cape to cover him.
“Are you alright?” Bruce asks. Obviously not! Jason tries very hard not to look at the massive dildo that was just inside him, absolutely soaked with his slick and cum.
“‘m fine,” Jason grumbles back shakily. “They- they had you so I- I didn't want to.”
“It's okay,” Bruce says again. “We need to go.”
Jason needs to bury his head in the garden and never come out!!!
Worse still, Bruce scoops Jason up in his arms to carry him out. Not wanting to look at Bruce, or anything else for that matter, Jason buries his face in Bruce's neck. He can't even stop himself from shaking as his overstimulated body tries to recover.
Jason is sure he's mistaken when he spots the bulge in Bruce's pants.