Monday, October 3, 2022

It's a Tough Day for DC's Robin Damian Wayne's Eggs written by Дарксторм Десептикон (Russian Guy)

 



It's a Tough Day for Robin's Eggs.


by Дарксторм Десептикон (Russian Guy) 

Дарксторм Десептикон (Russian Guy)  is back and he has a two new stories that he is excited to be put on the blog. Fisrt up is Damian Wayne, the fourth Robin from the DC Universe. He is planning on a series of short stories based on some of DC's greatest heroes. To start off with he is presenting with Robin, Damian Wayne.

Enjoy everyone!




It was early morning. The sun's rays lit up the room. The room was a little messy. Sneakers were scattered in different directions, jeans were lying on the floor. Damien slept on the bed with his blanket thrown off. Robin was wearing only his underpants. On the black boxers, the bulge with the guy's junk was perfectly noticeable. Damian was a tall, athletic guy. Excellent biceps and abs, beautiful breasts. And quite a few scars. The rays of the sun fell on Robin's face, causing the guy to wince and turn on his side.

"Good morning, Master Damian," Alfred said. Robin woke up, sat on the bed and stretched out.

"Good morning, Alfred," the Robin said.

"Happy Birthday, Master Damien," Alfred told him.

"Thank you," Damian said and began to get dressed. After getting dressed and washing, the guy went to breakfast. At breakfast, a cake and congratulations from the whole family were waiting for him. Closer to lunchtime, Damian went to the Tower of Titans to solve routine issues. But at the base, he was in for a surprise. A party to celebrate his birthday. Kidflash shoved a pipe-shaped cracker at him, put on the cap so quickly that Damien didn't even notice. As well as noticing that the cracker is upside down. His suit had a bump in his groin. A joyful Damian turned half the trumpet and... There was a horrible clap. Compressed air with confetti forcefully hit the guy directly into his eggs. The pain and nausea spread across and throughout his stomach, but the he managed to endure.

"I'm fine," Damian said. After hanging out, Damian went on a patrol around the city, which had already begun to descend into the night. A couple of thieves decided to clean the store and Damian was right there.

"So so. What do we have here?" Robin said. 

And that's when a two pronged set of needles of the shocker gun pierced his bag on the suit and hit his eggs. The pain pierced the guy's balls. Immediately a discharge of current went through them and Robin's muscles were reduced. He fell, screaming in pain. While his eggs were toasted, the robbers and the trail went cold.

After a while, the charge ran out and Damian was able to get up. Robin looked at his groin. The needles passed through his eggs. Robin wound the wires and pulled out the needles, screaming in pain. The spikes were covered in blood.

"Oh... that's the hell," Robin said and sat on the floor, holding on to his balls. His testicles were terribly sore, and the night had just begun. Damian barely got up and continued the patrol. When he went to neutralize another robber, he was shot at his groin with a traumatic pistol, hitting the right testicle, lucky that the suit withstood and which felt more like a baseball bat that was slammed into Robin's eggs. He barely made it back to Wayne Manor. He went into the bathtub, filling the tub with cold water. 

When he took off his panties the picture wasn't very good. The eggs swelled and turned purple.

"Fuuuuck," Robin groaned and leaned back against the porcelin as his legs stretched out. Some birthday this turned out to be.

2 comments:

Русский Парень said...

Should I write a sequel?

GinoJaydenAuthor said...

Absolutely!

Go for it!

Sincerely,

Jimmy

P.S. You know that I would publish it!