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Robin’s Greatest Enemy
By Jimmy
Alone, in the hands of any Robin’s greatest enemy Tim
Drake finds himself in a world of trouble.
Captured, Robin squirms in the binds as the Joker a
killer clown, dressed smartly in a suit approached him. Robin gulps as a switch
blade is loosened and the grin on the maniacs face grows impossibly wider.
“Scared? I can see you shaking in your boots!” Joker
yells, followed by a cackle as he gets closer to Robin.
“I’m going to enjoy this…”
Robin hates that he is supposed to ask this, but he does
knowing full well a talking distracted Joker is better that a stabby Joker. “What
are you going to do, Joker?”
“Ain’t that kinda obvious?” Joker laughs, holding his
middle and howling with laughter.
“HAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Robin glances around the room, trying to take in his
surroundings rather quickly. Immediately Robin notices that his wrists are tied
tightly with silver handcuffs to the metal pole running along an old, rusty bed
devoid of a mattress. Robin rests on metal springs underneath. The room itself
seems barren but as Joker comes closer in between his wide-splayed legs, his
heart starts beating faster and he remembers the photo that Joker took of them
with the sign before he knocked him out.
That photo was sent to someone.
Robin has to hope that whoever receives it knows where
they are and are on their way: fast.
Joker gets up close to his face now, his breath hot and
rancid as he speaks. “Can the little birdy come out to play?”
The switch blade glints in the light and taps slowly
along the red pouch containing Robin’s precious nutsack and dick.
Robin’s mouth widens in alarm.
“Joker.”
Joker laughs. “Maybe
I should feed you a little worm, baby chick.” Joker saying menacingly, his dark
words implicitly clear.
“Stay away from there!” Robin shouts.
Laughter fills the dark room, and Joker carefully closes
the blade, pocketing the tool and takes one of his bleached white hands instead
and touches Robin instead his hand rubbing Robin’s pouch and slow, quick
semicircles. Before he gives it a quick pat, pat.
Robin fails in holding back a groan, and he hates the
sound as it leaves his lips.
Joker glances up in wonder, his green eyes like pools of
acid dare Robin to go on. “Like that?”
“No.”
“HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
Joker grabs Robin more firmly, targeting his nuts hanging
just below easily scooping up the resting eggs.
“I’ve got the Robin’s nest!” Joker squeals, squeezing his
findings once long and hard.
“Stop that!” Robin moans, not believing that this could
be happening.
“I see, this over the clothes action is much too impersonal,”
judges Joker incorrectly, as he sits up flicking the switch blade free and
tapping at his temple cutting his own skin. A flash of red leaks down the side
of his face and he grins an idea coming to him.
“I know how we can fix that!”
Joker points the blade at Robin’s crotch and Tim starts
to shake his head as Joker slices deep into his red pouch cutting free his junk
with one quick slice. Joker pockets the blade and grabs Robin’s remnants of his
underwear and red tights ripping them free until a large whole appears with
Robin’s dangling bits hanging free surprisingly not sliced from Jokers very
sharp knife.
“There we go! So much better. You are a BIG boy, I see.
Fully grown-up! Bigger than Batsy huh?” Joker says tauntingly with a wink as he
re-grabs Robin’s hanging fruit. “Now where were we…oh yes, I was going to do
thissssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!” Joker hisses as he squeezes
Tim Drake’s bare balls in hand.
Robin gasps “Nooooo!”
The chains rattle as his hands try to get to his privates
as Joker crushes his balls. Tim Drake’s eyes widen, the pain and humiliation of
the Joker crushing his proud ballsack silences him and he opens his mouth to
scream but finding that he can’t as Jokers rough, calloused fingers dig deeply
into his smooth ballsack.
“Oh god,” Robin groans. His balls are being crushed and
manhandled and he thinks back on all his training with Dick Grayson, aka
Nightwing and how none of that matters as Joker savagely gropes at his nuts his
balls nothing but playthings in between his fingers.
“I’ve got these little nuts, and I’m not going to let
them go!” Joker laughs meanly, his thumbs jabbing in and out, as Robin’s legs
dance on either side of him. Joker breathes deeply, and loudly. “I smell fear!”
he shouts “And something…I have not put my finger on yet…could it be…desire?”
Joker stops squeezing leaning in close to Robin so that
they are staring eye-to-eye. “Want me to lick it?” Joker asks.
“Please.”
“Just tell old Joker to ‘Suck my cock.’ Go on, I dare
you.” His voice is rough, spittle flying into Robin’s face and he closes his
eyes, turning his head away.
“Leave me.”
“So boring!” Joker yells, and he opens his mouth wide and
dives on top of Robin’s thighs, lips covering his teeth as he presses his face
into Robin’s groin and sucks in Tim Drake’s flaccid penis.
“Wait…no!” Robin shouts, glancing up not believing that
this could be happening.
Joker hums as sucks on Robin’s dick, the dick is warm and
he seems to love the taste as he sucks on Robin.
Robin’s face tilts to one side, and he moans. This moan
is different than before and its easy to tell why.
He is getting an erection.
Joker is a master with using his mouth, and Tim Drake so
unexperienced finds himself losing all inhibitions as he thrusts up, the
urgency growing within him as Joker takes him all the way down to the root and
back.
With Robin prone, Joker controls how he sucks on Robin’s
cock and he dutifully does so with a bobbing sensation that pleases Robin in
ways he did not think possible from the Crown Prince of Crime.
“So…nasty…you have to stop!” Robin says in between
breathes. He is edging closer to a point that he wants to not get closer to. He
cannot believe how fast Joker is bringing him to the edge of no return.
Joker hums again and Robin rattles his handcuffs, the
metal clinking off the bars as Robin stares around the room looking for an
escape route before it is too late.
Robin feels his throat getting dry, and he opens his
mouth to plead again when an urgency fills him.
“I’m going to…” Robin groans and he feels Joker smile,
and he pounds his fist into Robin’s now tight nutsack hanging just below his
cock nestled, locked and ready to fire.
His blue eyes widen, and Robin screams as Joker pounds
away at his balls, fist after fist slamming into his tightly wound ballsack.
Joker never stops bobbing and Robin tenses, not believing that he is about to
erupt.
“I…I….nnn….no!”
Robin shouts, his back arching, toes curling in his black leather boots and his
fingers grip the bars ready for release.
The door bangs open, and Joker turns “Oh shucks, I was so
close!”
He jumps off the bed, leaving Robin hard and panting as
Batman, followed by Nightwing attack him and battle the villain. Taking him
down in two or three quick blows.
The sound of handcuffs on Jokers wrists, bring an unsatisfying
end to the encounter and Nightwing approaches Robin and says “Should we have
waited five minutes more?”
Robin glares at him, but he thinks ‘Kinda.’
“Next time Robin,” Joker says, as Batman hauls him to his
feet, “You will be mine.”
~End?
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