Dark Iron (3/4)
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Gotham City.
Bruce’s home had been readied for him, and he was tired. He got home, took his armor off, re-showered, then got into bed. He was exhausted.
He slept 10 hours, then was woken to Alfred bringing in some food and the phone.
“Master Blake.”
He hit speaker phone and said, “What’s up?”
“I have a couple shipments of drugs coming into the harbor tonight. It’s on two ships and I could use some help getting them both. You’re back I take it?”
“Yeah, late last night. I’ll be here, we’ll go together.”
“Okay, see you after I’m done working.”
He insisted on continuing his work as an outreach officer at the orphanage, which Bruce had to admire. He put in long hours, both there, and as Robin.
“I trust you had a productive vacation, Master Bruce?”
“I had… an interesting vacation,” he answered with a small smile. “You know what they say, Alfred. What happens in Vegas…”
“And in Malibu?”
Bruce looked at him. “Keeping tabs on me?”
“Always, Master Bruce.”
“Malibu was also… interesting.”
“I see.”
Bruce rose. “I’m going to work out, then hit the hot tub, shower, and by that time Robin should be here. Dinner for two, something… light. I think it may be a busy evening.”
“Very well, Master Bruce.”
“Thanks, Alfred.”
Bruce rose and looked in the mirror. Still couldn’t wipe that silly smile off his face. He had enjoyed Stark, more than he could readily admit.
He hoped the man was okay.
- - -
Tony looked over the videos the morning after Batman left. Top class jerk-off material, no doubt about that. He put it to good use, too, sliding his hand over his flesh, caressing a couple persistent bruises. His cock had been hard since he hit play and while he itched for more physical stimulus, the visual, audio and his own hand were enough for now.
He could play later, if he wanted…
Afterwards he showered, worked for a few hours in the workshop then drove out to one of those meetings Pepper had insisted on. He knew when to stop courting her wrath and just go in peacefully, which in this case included going over some papers, sitting in three meetings and having lunch with her.
“What happened in Las Vegas?” she asked.
“What do you think happened in Las Vegas?” Tony fired back.
“Well, I know you trashed one room and were involved in a near-kidnapping.” She never took those things lightly, her eyes piercing into him like needles.
“I managed it,” Tony evaded. Whether or not she knew about Batman - and actually believed the Gotham vigilante had been present - was left for guesswork.
Pepper sighed. “Who is it this time?”
“I’m finding out. Don’t worry about it,” he tried to sound as confident as possible but after the whole palladium incident she didn’t trust him like she used to. Not that she ever trusted him when he was trying to convince her of something.
Tony walked out to his car afterwards, opening the door just as he saw Happy a few rows away and decided to see what the news was. Maybe they could have a boxing match sometime soon.
He had taken about a dozen steps when all of a sudden he smelled something funny and was pushed down to his knees when something exploded behind him. While his ears still rang he looked back, seeing his car enveloped in a fiery inferno. “Okay,” he muttered, his voice strange in his ears, “it just got personal.”
Pepper, of course, blew a gasket about the whole car bomb thing and when that particular tirade didn’t seem to have an end in sight, Tony just took his stuff - which meant his suit - and flew out to New York City. He went over security footage and found a few leads, none of which led him down to the actual source.
There was, however, one man who caught his notice; Rowan Higgs, a guy he had tangled with before. It was possible that he was behind the Vegas robbery since Higgs liked testing out new tech wherever he could find it. He had never been shy about dipping his fingers into new piles of dirt either, be it gun or drug trafficking; those rackets were easy money to fund the rest of his illegal activities when he wasn’t robbing places in high-tech suits.
J.A.R.V.I.S. tracked the man’s most recent activities for him and Tony smiled. What were the odds?
As soon as the search results hit the screen he was suiting up again and flying to Gotham, where Mr. Higgs was apparently going to have some major drug import orchestrated. Tony was not above crashing that party without an invitation and asking him a few choice questions, because frankly, he was insulted at the inconsistency of how they had tried to take him out; first alive, then drugged, then dead. Maybe Higgs wasn’t in on it alone but he wouldn’t mind putting him behind bars at least for a little while and slow down his organization some.
Well, he had already done that but Higgs’ goons had managed to break him out, thanks to those high-tech gadgets Higgs kept finding on the black market.
Tony arrived at the Gotham harbor after sundown, just in time. He spotted two ships he had marked previously then allowed J.A.R.V.I.S. to scan them in hopes of determining if Higgs was on either ship.
“No sign of him yet, sir, but that does not mean he isn’t on the premises,” the AI noted.
“Let’s go and see if someone wants to give us a tour, then,” Tony noted and flew closer. In the dark it would have been the same if he had blasted music out loud, the repulsors making his approach quite showy. It was something he had learned to live with, however, and he flew in so fast they probably had no time to look the right way before he was on the deck, knocking down the guards with gas.
He blew a hole in the deck and checked out the cargo. A couple guards attempted to shoot him but it didn’t have much of an effect. Tony dropped a taser-bomb on them, the brief electric current knocking them out.
“Hey!” a voice called from above. Tony raised an arm, aiming one of his hands at the new threat, which turned out to be… well, not a guard, he guessed. He soared higher, the man watching him as he did, his stance alert and reminding him very much of the Bat. “You’re Iron Man,” he went on.
“Your observational skills are superb,” Tony replied with sarcasm. He gave him a proper look. Yeah, the guy sure looked like Batman Junior, at least in spirit. “If you happen to see a guy called Rowan Higgs around, tell him I’m looking for him. He’s a handsome guy if you ignore the missing left ear, which I kind of accidentally burnt off the last time we met. He might be holding a grudge about that.”
The black-rimmed eyes narrowed. “You’re ruining our mission,” he said.
“The way I see it, I just made it easier,” Tony cocked his head just slightly. “Don’t get your tights in a twist, Wonder Boy.”
“The name’s Robin.”
“Okay,” Tony rolled his eyes behind his faceplate. “By any chance is the big bad Bat on the scene?” After all, Robin had said ‘our mission’, which implied he wasn’t alone. Tony didn’t know that Gotham had that many vigilantes on its payroll.
“That’s none of your business,” Robin snapped.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” And with that Tony shot out towards the other ship he still hadn’t investigated personally, looking around for a familiar black shape although it would be a pain to find him in the dark. Maybe the criminals of Gotham should start doing their skullduggery during the day to give themselves half a chance.
Tony had landed on top of the ship, still looking for any sign of activity, when an alarm signal began to blink on the screen.
“Incoming,” was all J.A.R.V.I.S. managed to say before some sort of RPG was in the air and hitting him in the side, exploding and then completely shutting down his armor.
Tony’s chest seized up as a wave passed through him and he began to fall, right to the deck. He groaned, sweat gathering on his brow as the arc reactors restarted, first in the armor and then jump-starting the one in his chest. He closed his eyes, taking as deep a breath as he dared before rolling over, body shaking from the aftershocks.
The next time a rocket alarm sounded he was prepared, already on his knees. He twisted around and fired a repulsor blast at it, blowing it up in the air between him and the shooter.
Rowan Higgs smiled at him like a madman, putting the rocket launcher down. “Stark! What an unexpected yet pleasant surprise! How did you find the modifications to the EMP rocket? Unpleasant, I hope.”
Tony pulled himself up, the suit done rebooting, fully intending to give the man a piece of his mind about how much he had liked it when suddenly a dark shape swung out of the darkness, taking the man down, sending him rolling against the railing on the side of the ship. Batman stood there, immobile in the aftermath of his attack, sort of… was he glaring at Tony?
“He’s mine!” Tony called out. “Get your own criminal mastermind to kick around.”
“Heard your car blew up,” the Bat commented almost amusedly. Well, maybe not, since Tony had almost been blown up with it and Batman seemed to have some morbid fascination with his body at least.
“He owes me one and I’m here to collect,” Tony noted, stepping forward. Higgs was trying to crawl away but he aimed an arm at him, weapons sliding out into the open, targeting Higgs and giving him a hint of what would follow if he tried to weasel his way out of this.
“He was waiting for you,” Batman started.
“A contingency plan every good villain should have; Iron Man eventually shows up,” Tony snapped back.
The Bat glared at him, stepping closer. Tony did the same although his glare went unnoticed inside the helmet. “Pop it up,” Batman ordered, gesturing at the faceplate.
“Why don’t you take your mask off?” Tony challenged, standing almost toe to toe with the other man. In the suit he was almost taller than the Bat.
“Hey, love birds!” a shout carried over the water from the other ship. “Your bad guy is getting away.” Robin stood there watching them. Tony didn’t need to zoom in on his face to be able to tell he was both amused and annoyed.
There was a splash from the side and they both looked, finding that Higgs was gone. A faint splashing continued from below. “Damn it,” Tony cursed and moved to go after him but felt something grab him and noticed Batman holding onto his arm. “Let go before I hurt you,” Tony warned as he turned around and attempted to shove him off. The Bat was faster than him, even in the Kevlar armor, and struck him in the shoulder instead. Sure, Tony barely felt it but it irritated him.
They went at it for a bit, Tony trying to push him away and the Bat dodging him. Tony had no patience for it, though, so he eventually fired a blast at the man’s feet, leaving him hanging from the edge of a hole in the deck. “If Higgs escapes, you owe me a lead,” Tony pointed a finger at the Bat and took off, searching the water.
Somehow he had expected it when J.A.R.V.I.S. informed him there was no sign of Rowan Higgs anywhere.
Tony gritted his teeth and took off back to Stark Tower, perfectly intent on not forgetting this meddling in his affairs the next time the Bat showed his cowl-covered head in his presence - if he came around, that was. After tonight, Tony couldn’t be too sure.
- - -
“I don’t like him.” Robin said firmly.
“You don’t have to like him.” Batman replied, smiling slightly to himself. They were back in the Batcave and Bruce was sipping a drink and relaxing a bit, his cowl lying beside him on the computer console.
“He’s unbelievably arrogant.”
“He is.”
“And he’s so… conceited.”
“True.”
“What’s so great about him?”
“He is a genius, he’s wealthier than a lot of countries and he has a superpowered suit.” Bruce replied evenly. In his head he added, ‘And he’s the best piece of ass I’ve ever had.’ And he’d had a few…
“You like him?” Robin said incredulously.
“To be truthful, I hadn’t considered that,” Bruce admitted. He paused to consider it. “I don’t know… if ‘like’ is the right word. He is interesting, though.”
“He’s a jerk.”
“Assuredly.”
“I hope he’s gone home to stay.”
“I guess we’ll see. I don’t know that we’ve seen the last of him… but time will tell.” Bruce replied. Then he rose. “Time for Bruce Wayne to go out for some dinner and the opera. Don’t wait up.” He went to shower and change and headed into Gotham City.
While he listened to the opera he smiled to himself. Tony had left but Bruce knew he would have to see him again.
He had seen a mannequin in a storefront window today wearing a gimp suit. He had immediately sent an order in for it, as well as some very large vibrating butt plugs - paying extra for them to be ready by the time he’d returned home for a few hours before the opera.
The gimp suit was great, PVC material, with a zipper at the mouth and around the crotch to access the ass and genitals. He’d taken it to his room and simply stroked it, imagining Stark in it, chained to the wall, unable to do anything but what Bruce let him. He could hang him from the ceiling, and just use him…
His cock had been aching and hard and he’d slid a hand down to jerk himself, slow and steady. “Fuck…” he’d groaned. He’d pictured Stark’s mouth, sliding over his thick member and his orgasm had rushed suddenly over him. He’d shuddered as his cock exploded and moaned into the pillow as he rolled over. He’d needed a shower.
Now, at the opera, Bruce was picturing the gimp suit again, and he knew immediately that he shouldn’t. His cock was so hard he thought he might have to excuse himself. He tried to think of things to calm down, but it was hard to concentrate. He had the box to himself. Best seats in the house, of course. The door was locked, no one was up here and the only people who could see anything were the opera singers who could only see his chest and face. He slid his hand down, stroking himself quickly. It only took a few tugs before he was spilling into a handkerchief. Then he cleaned himself up and watched the opera with full attention.
But as soon as it ended, he headed home, got in the Bat and headed away from Gotham, intent on a bit of… kidnapping.
- - -
After the events in Gotham, Tony just wanted to be alone and relax. He still felt the tension from the few seconds after the EMP, when his suit rebooted and the arc reactors hiccupped to prevent any real damage.
It had been too close for comfort. Tony hated when that happened and he didn’t even get to take the bad guy to prison. He had J.A.R.V.I.S. tracking Higgs and when the man popped up again, Iron Man would be on him before he knew what happened.
“I’m taking a bath. Don’t disturb me,” he told the AI, stripping slowly.
“And if there are visitors?”
Not that there would be any but Tony guessed there was always a chance of someone popping by. “Don’t let them in. I want some me-time.”
“Of course, sir. Does that include Batman as well?”
Tony sighed and slid out of his underwear, throwing his clothes towards the hamper. “I guess I couldn’t keep him out even if I tried to.” He went to the bathroom, leaving his AI to interpret that as he liked. He slid into the hot water and sighed, relaxing; there had been a time when taking a bath had been impossible for him, after Afghanistan, but he had eased back into it, missing the sensation of being engulfed in hot water. Defeating his own fears was Tony’s way of coping.
He probably fell asleep in the water, knowing it would stay steadily warm due to the heating system. There weren’t any dreams, exactly, but he kept wondering if perhaps the Bat would follow him back to Stark Tower. Well, they certainly had a few things to discuss, although Tony could admit to himself talking could wait until they had gotten the sexual tension off the table.
As he wandered out of his bathroom, naked after toweling off, he stopped, looking down a dark hallway. Had he heard something? There was no sound as he listened and he wasn’t going to start getting paranoid in his own building; he could see J.A.R.V.I.S. was still operating normally so there was no cause for concern.
He turned to enter the bedroom, getting that same feeling that he wasn’t alone. His eyes rose to a mirror on the wall but there was nothing behind him. He scoffed slightly, wondering if he should bother to get dressed at all, although most of the time he wanted to cover the arc reactor at least, not liking to leave it exposed.
Tony was just reaching out for a pile of comfortable shirts when he saw a shadow move in the mirror, but before he could react someone had draped an arm around him and brought something to his face. He instinctively drew in a breath to fill his lungs and fight back - then smelled something and tried not to breathe instead, but that one inhale had been enough and his mind began to fog up.
Whether he actually blacked out, he wasn’t sure. Probably, because it was confusing the next time he felt conscious. Well, semi-conscious but climbing to full alertness. Once his body began to feel again he wondered if he was still drugged. Something was off: his skin - his entire body - felt like it was hugged tightly from all sides, literally at the same time.
Next he smelled something like plastic and tried to open his eyes, only he saw nothing and the feelings persisted on his skin, after which he tried to move but couldn’t. Okay, this was bad. He tried to isolate the smell. Was it… polyvinyl chloride? That would kind of explain the sensations and… Had someone just wrapped him in PVC? That was disturbing, in a long line of disturbing things he had done willingly in the past.
He felt something touch him, suddenly, sliding along his side, up his chest, making him try and arch away, yet his arms remained firmly above him, perhaps tied, and his legs were spread wide, also unable to move. His body was pulled taut but not so taut as to pull his shoulders from their sockets. Someone had given this some thought. Where the hell was he and who was touching him?
The touch - a hand - kept playing across his body, down a shoulder, along his back and to his ass, gripping hard. Tony fought a groan then felt something he hadn’t registered before although he definitely should have; there was something inside him. A familiar feeling, more or less, which meant a toy, possibly a plug, and not something that would explode and… Okay, enough with that.
So someone had drugged him, opened him up - his ass felt ready for the big toy inside it, almost no aching at all - and then dressed him in a gimp?
“You’re awake. Good.”
Tony turned his head, his anxiety easing a little. He simply grunted, knowing he didn’t want to attempt speech just yet.
Fucking Batman. It was entirely possible the man had shown up while he was bathing and J.A.R.V.I.S. had acted on his orders and hadn’t bothered him about it. It was also possible they were still in the Tower in New York, but he wouldn’t call that a certainty until he knew for sure.
He felt something touch his face and then start moving across it. A zipper. Cooler air hit him where the zipper exposed his mouth and he took a measured gasp of air. “I guess I should have pegged you for a date-rape kind of guy,” he mused after a bit, testing his bonds a bit. He wasn’t going anywhere.
The Bat chuckled. “I actually had a very nice conversation with J.A.R.V.I.S. He told me that prior to your actual kidnapping, you got off on the idea of a fake abduction - with a sexual undercurrent, of course. That’s how I didn’t trip any alarms while coming here and… well, doing this,” he stroked him again.
Tony shuddered slightly from the sensations. He was getting hard. Great. Not to mention imagining himself, lying there passed out and the Bat opening him up and stuffing his ass with a plug that barely fit inside him.
As if knowing where his mind had gone, the hand traveled to his ass again, caressing the base of the toy.
“You could have just let me wear your suit instead of going to all this trouble,” Tony started then felt vibrations inside him, the plug coming to life. He arched and groaned, the sensations rather intense without a warning and inside the PVC sheath.
The Bat chuckled them moved closer. He was hard against him, his armor a heavy weight through the elastic, leaning on Tony slightly, pushing him back. His mouth covered Tony’s, swallowing his hard breaths as he stole the rest of the air from his lungs.
The Bat pulled back before Tony started to feel light-headed, toying with a remote he had to have, making Tony twist and try to focus, to ignore the teasing vibrations which weren’t good enough. “I dreamt of this,” Batman kept talking. “You, wearing this, so hard and needy for whatever I chose to give you.” His gloved hand moved up, to Tony’s lips, and he opened his mouth, sucking a finger - his thumb - into his mouth, caressing it with his tongue. He shifted his hips forward, to find relief, rubbing against a firm thigh before it was pulled out of reach.
“I don’t think we want a repeat of last time,” the other man mused and Tony felt cool air on his groin suddenly, another zipper being pulled open. Gloved hands fondled his hard cock, making him arc up and moan - then something snapped around his flesh. “There,” Batman petted his restrained genitals then tucked them back in and zipped up the suit again.
Tony laughed, the sound bordering on desperate. “You must love this.”
“Oh, I’m most certainly enjoying this - and I’m planning on enjoying it even more.” He leaned close again, lips hovering over Tony’s but not quite touching. “I felt tempted to open you with my cock while you lay unconscious on your bed; to use your slack body as I pleased; to fuck that slack mouth of yours. I could have done anything to you…”
Tony moaned, he couldn’t help it. The vibrations ceased for a moment and his ass clenched around the plug desperately.
“Well, I can do anything I want to right now,” Batman concluded, his voice half a growl, half whisper and it might have sent Tony to his knees had he not been chained upright.
“Yes,” Tony whined back, unable to stop it or replace it with a witty remark.
It seemed to be the right thing to say, though, because the Bat used the next few minutes to brutalize every inch of his mouth with his own, which definitely shot to the top of the list of dirtiest, most overwhelming kisses in Tony’s life.
- - -
Hearing Tony Stark be reduced to nothing but a needy whine sent a shiver that went from the back of his neck right to the tip of his jerking cock. Tony wanted it so bad right now.
And he would get it… when Bruce chose to give it to him.
He slid out of his costume, leaving on his gloves and cowl again, and stepped in front of Tony’s hanging body, lowering the man’s upper body down until he was in line with his cock, then he shoved it in Tony’s mouth and the man began to suck him ravenously, while Bruce began to face-fuck him, sliding his cock in deep and then pulling it away.
Tony tried to keep him closer, his pink tongue sliding from his mouth to try and touch the tip of his cock. Bruce smiled. He withheld it for a moment, until Tony let out that needy whine again, and then fed it to him until the man choked on it.
When there was a puddle of drool under Tony’s head and the man was arching up in the chains for more, Bruce turned the vibrations up on his butt plug, making him whimper. His ass was clenching and unclenching, trying to come, trying to do something… to no avail. Bruce reduced the vibrations to almost nothing, and watched Tony shudder.
He wanted to cum and probably would’ve, but the bonds wouldn’t let him.
Bruce took his hand and slid it along the encased body, hard and firm, gripping his ass, his groin, and then sliding the zipper open while he slid the butt plug out and looked at the stretched, reddened hole. His gloved fingers traced the rim, pressing in and teasing it.
“More…” Tony moaned.
“Shh…” Bruce warned. He kept teasing, sliding one finger in and then out, tracing the edge of his hole again.
Finally Tony almost shouted. “Fuck! Quit teasing!”
Bruce let out a tut tut sound and turned to his cabinet. He opened a drawer and returned a moment later to slide a harness over Tony’s head, attaching a thick plug to it and inserting in his mouth. He tightened it and Tony growled in protest.
“Now you have something productive to do with that big mouth. Suck on that for a while, work on your technique…”
Tony growled again but as Bruce began to play with his ass again, he let out another soft whimper. Bruce bent down, licking the edges he’d been teasing and then thrusting his tongue deep. Tony bucked and Bruce held him there while he feasted on his ass, licking, biting and shoving his tongue inside until Tony’s hole was wet and his cock was a dark red.
He slid behind him, and with one thrust, shoved his thick meat deep into Tony’s tight, hot body. Tony let out a whimper and then just lay there, taking every hard thrust Bruce gave him, using the chains to swing his body, slamming deep inside with every swing. He could hear Tony sucking on the gag with abandon, working the gag as he would a cock and he smiled. His gloved hand fondled the man’s genitals and Tony almost stopped breathing for a moment.
“You want it, don’t you…” purred the Bat.
Tony nodded, almost hysterically.
Bruce slowly undid the bonds and began to fuck him fast and hard again, building the orgasm to a fast and violent peak.
Tony let out a long muffled wail and his cock sprayed the floor under him, then he just lay there, shaking while Bruce continued to abuse his ass until he shoved deep and filled him with cum.
Bruce stepped back, panting. Then he massaged Tony’s ass, loving how it looked, all dripping wet. He smiled to himself, then took out a small vial of liquid and poured a few drops on Tony’s still half-erect cock.
Within a minute, the cock was rock hard again and Tony was thrashing in his bonds. Batman leaned over, licking Tony’s ear and neck and then growled in his ear. “I just dosed you with an aphrodisiac that will keep that cock hard and aching for hours. I’m going to breed this ass,” he shoved three of his gloved fingers deep inside Tony, churning them around, “…until you’re swimming in cum. Until it fills your belly…”
Tony let out a whimper and Bruce loosened his gag so he could breathe.
“You’re mad,” Tony gasped incredulously.
“It’s often been said…” Bruce smiled and then put a couple drops of the serum on his own cock. The heat and itch began and he almost hissed at the speed with which his cock hardened.
“You and I are going to have a very good night…” he promised, kissing Stark hard again, loving every contour and corner of his mouth. He shoved his tongue inside, tasting him and then turned. “Now, perhaps a different gag…”
He found a spider gag and slid it into the harness, opening Stark’s mouth wide and keeping it like that. Then he washed his cock and shoved it wet into Stark’s mouth. He slapped his ass hard.
“Come on, use that tongue or I’ll fuck you and make you clean me.”
Tony’s tongue began working up and down his shaft and he smiled, loving the feel of it. He felt like Tony needed some added stimulus, though, so he backed up, grabbed a large steel hook and slid the blunt end into Tony’s ass, attaching the hook to a chain and holding it like a rein. He slid his cock back into Tony’s mouth, jerking on the hook whenever Tony wasn’t working him well enough.
Tony learned quickly, the man wasn’t a genius for nothing.
When Bruce’s cock wanted something more, he slid back, and then without taking the hook out, thrust his cock back inside Tony.
Tony let out a cry, then a groan as Bruce began fucking him with the hook inside.
He leaned down, and said in his harsh voice, “I wonder how much more I could shove up your ass while I fuck you, and maybe, by the end of the night, you’ll be a lot looser than when we started…”
Then he chuckled darkly.
- - -
In his long, sordid past, Tony’d had the pleasure - and displeasure - of wading through most kinds of sex and sexual depravities. Batman, however, was steadily dragging him into new waters. Well, not completely new or uncharted territory but Tony hadn’t really allowed things to go this far. Not in years. Not when things weren’t done on his own terms.
Perhaps that was why this was, most likely, the most mind-blowing sex ever.
Not to mention the most overwhelming.
His body was shaking and trembling. Whatever the Bat had done made his dick unnaturally hard and his mind was getting hazy in the aftermath of his orgasm and the continuing assault on his senses. He knew he could protest although he couldn’t really fight, but did he really want to chance ending this?
No, he didn’t.
He could barely feel his fingers anymore. His ass was getting a bit numb from the abuse; that comfortable, warm, steady place where he could do a lot - and he was certain the Bat would stretch him beyond anything he had ever experienced. Figuratively and literally.
The guy kept thrusting into him with the hook still inside; Tony recognized the shape, the hardness, the curve against his spine. The Bat grunted, slamming into him harder, shifting the hook, then moved the hand from Tony’s hip to his backside and suddenly he felt a finger pushing in, stretching, drawing him further open, making him hope he could close his mouth because the sounds this was threatening to draw out of him were not easy to hold in. The gag still firmly in place, it was almost too easy to pant in cool air and every sound flew out of his throat unhindered and unstoppable.
His ass tried to clench although he knew it would be better to relax. Once he did, the finger pulled again, rubbing the inside of the wall, the hook feeling like it would leave a dent in his spine and the thick cock grazed his prostate, bringing him so close, making him want to come.
Tony’s legs were shaking too hard to not notice by now. No amount of workout was going to keep him standing through this and the Bat probably noticed, pulling out suddenly.
“Are you going to fall over?” he asked.
Tony tried to sound out a ‘fuck you’ but it didn’t really come out right.
The chains eased on his hands and the other man pushed him down, onto his knees on the hard floor. He didn’t see it, of course, but he thought he was maybe being released. For the time being he was too busy rediscovering most of his limbs to actually take advantage of his freedom.
He heard steps and then the scraping sound of something being moved. Tony took a few steadying breaths then brought his hands up to the harness on his head that kept that infernal gag in place.
“Don’t touch it,” came a sharp reminder that he wasn’t alone.
Tony would have given him a defiant look and didn’t move his fingers. His neck was suddenly grasped, hard, the hand squeezing in warning. Tony grabbed at the hand instead, the glove firm beneath his PVC covered grip. He reached out blindly, finding the other man’s face. It figured he was still wearing his mask. The small touch grounded him slightly, as if proving it was Batman and not some stranger impersonating him. He was safe - sort of.
“On your hands and knees,” the Bat commanded, letting go of his throat.
Tony wondered if he was going to be asked to say ‘wuff’ next and wag his tail. Speaking of tails…
The Bat grabbed the hook still embedded deep in his body, pulling his ass up. Tony didn’t feel like trying his luck and resisting. He was moved a small distance, over something that felt like a very low, slender vaulting horse or something. When he lay on top of it his shins and forearms lay flat on the floor - which seemed to be the position the Bat preferred.
Tony decided they weren’t in the Stark Tower anymore when his forearms and shins were tied to the floor with some very conveniently placed straps, leaving him spread out and secured into position. The buck was padded enough to not hurt his chest and he could almost relax…
Chains were being moved, probably along railings in the ceiling or from one spot to another. Soon enough the hook was attached again, making him arc his back just slightly although there was nowhere to go. He heard the other man walking around again and tried turning his head to follow the sound, to determine what he was up to. Now that he didn’t have to focus on standing he could expand his attention a little past his body.
He heard the sound of a door, maybe a cabinet or something like that, then the steps came closer and he felt something prodding his ass beside the hook. Two gloved fingers slid in almost effortlessly then pulled him open and allowed something else to slide in - something longer and smoother. The Bat left it there and Tony heard running water, then felt a hand on the straps, releasing the spider gag.
“Drink before you get dehydrated,” the other man said and offered him a straw. Tony hesitated but then figured he could have been poisoned over ten times by now and he tasted just water as he sucked on the straw. After he was done he lay his head back down - then jerked slightly as something swelled inside his ass; an inflatable toy. A small pause dragged out before it expanded slightly once more and the Bat was very close to him, caressing his flank again, then the rim of his stretched ass, making him whine. The toy grew again and Tony had to breathe hard, to focus. His cock was still rock hard, not naturally, the pulses slow and hot.
A hand settled on his face, turning it slightly then he smelled arousal and felt the wet head of the other man’s cock being presented to him again. He tried moving away but was kept firmly in place. It traced his lips as Tony objected by not opening his mouth. “It’s clean,” the Bat said, a shade of annoyance in his voice. “Open your mouth or I’ll pry it open and you won’t close it again before we’re done.”
Tony guessed the man would do just that so he took him in, bobbing his head slightly, sighing at the familiar feel. Not for long, though, before his ass was stretched again.
“It feels like cheating, opening you up like that,” the Bat mused, stroking the base of his cock as Tony sucked the tip, playing with his tongue against the slit and the head, then down the sensitive underside. “Maybe I should let you close up again, then start over.”
Tony moaned, he couldn’t help it - then hoped it wasn’t an affirmative because he couldn’t take it. Then again, the Bat had mentioned the drug would last a couple hours…
The toy had either reached maximum capacity or the Bat was done playing because he moved away, leaving Tony’s mouth free and empty. He deflated the toy a bit then pulled it out, as well as the hook. He rummaged around the space for a moment then scooted in front of Tony again, offering him his cock briefly before tapping something against his cheek. It smelled like rubber but the shape and texture were rougher than that of a usual dildo. Like there were small ridges and spikes around it, blunt, firm and short. Tony automatically thought of it dragging against his sensitive prostate and he almost came right there.
It was dragged to his lips next and Tony tentatively explored the new toy with his tongue, finding it very thick, almost too big to take in his mouth but he was good at relaxing his jaw although after tonight he might feel tense and bruised for a week. The Bat didn’t move the toy, letting him do the work, then eventually groaned as if jealous and pulled Tony’s head harshly back to his own cock, sliding it all the way to the back of his throat, holding himself still until Tony had to breathe. He pulled back then allowed Tony to play with the toy for a bit longer before he reached over and Tony felt the spiky monster push against his ass.
The head pushed in slightly, almost painful, then the Bat rotated it slightly and Tony’s hips bucked, almost dislocating his hip. He moaned shamelessly and the Bat kept moving the toy, dragging the short spikes against his rim and the inside of his hole, pumping it back and forth. Tony tried riding it, his cock finding little stimulation against the end of the buck beneath him and he shuddered, feeling like he was coming but not much of anything came out of his still-hard cock. It hurt even while being the sweetest feeling.
As he shook and shivered, the Bat pulled the toy back then returned it properly slicked, pushing it slowly further and further in. Even in the aftershocks it felt divine against his prostate and inner walls, making Tony moan deep in his chest. It was big, too, stretching him, filling him…
The other man kept pushing it back and forth, slowly and rhythmically, then moved behind him, hard cock briefly slapping against Tony’s ass before he was lining himself up and fuck, okay, that hurt a little. Tony pressed his jaw shut and tried to relax, the aphrodisiac and post-orgasmic exhaustion fighting a steady battle inside him. The cock finally pushed in beside the toy, stopping. A deep, satisfied groan met his ears as the Bat took his pleasure.
“I see why you enjoyed this so much. It feels divine.” Then the Bat began to move, slowly, just an inch or so, giving himself friction and leaving Tony with much less to savor yet it was still good. Even the pain of the stretch was fading a little and the heat began to gather once more as the other man kept bucking into his body, harder and faster. Tony wondered if it hurt, the friction against the toy - or if it was what he was looking for.
It took a while but eventually the Bat came, shifting the toy this time, making Tony clench and triggering the other’s release. He slapped his ass hard once, as if in thanks, then started moving again after a while. It didn’t seem like he had gone soft in between.
“Are you sure you couldn’t have just popped us some Viagra?” Tony asked, finding his voice again.
“Viagra is for old men.”
“Ha ha,” Tony rolled his eyes then shifted slightly, noting once again that he had nowhere to go.
“Your mouth is running again.”
“Then why don’t you -” Tony caught himself just in time. Telling Bat to shut it for him was just inviting another horrible thing in his mouth, filling it or stretching it open beyond comfort.
A gloved hand squeezed his ass tightly; whether it was praise or a first look at a new punishment, Tony couldn’t tell. He had a feeling he would find out soon, though.
- - -
Bruce squeezed Tony’s ass, kneading the flesh thoughtfully.
“Maybe if you had something else to think about, you’d talk less…” he mused.
He went and got some heavy lube and rubbed it over his glove then slowly slid his fingers into Tony’s body, one at a time until three were inside him, rather easily, too.
“You do stretch nicely,” Bruce complimented. “I wonder if there’s a limit…”
He felt Tony’s body tense at his tone, and then he added a fourth finger and pushed it in. Tony groaned and Bruce slid it around, massaging the walls of his ass, stretching it out a bit more.
“Oh… my…” Tony couldn’t even finish. “What are you…?”
Bruce began pushing his thumb in along side his fingers. His hands were not small, and with the gloves… he got stuck around the widest part and Tony’s breathing hitched.
“You… can’t…”
“I think you need to have more of a positive outlook,” he chided Tony. “I’m pretty sure you can do this…”
“Pretty… sure…”
Bruce pushed a bit harder, adding more lube. He slid a bit deeper and Tony whimpered. “Too much…”
“I will muzzle you if you don’t stop,” Bruce warned. He slid his hand back out, making Tony sigh. But he just spread Tony’s legs wider, locking them in place, then slid his fingers back inside him, working the thumb in farther this time. His hand got stuck again, but Bruce knew he could get it in…
“Relax.”
“I… can’t…”
“RELAX!” Bruce growled. “Push out at me.”
Tony pushed like he was going to have a bowel movement and that was all it took. Bruce’s gloved hand pushed inside and Tony let out a long wail, his sweating body heaving as Bruce’s hand worked inside him and Tony’s body closed around his wrist.
“You really need to see this. I’m so glad I’m taping this.” Bruce was almost drooling. His hand turned and he moved it very slightly in and out.
Tony wailed again, shaking. “Too… full…” he protested. His cock was jerking.
“Your cock loves it…”
Bruce moved his hand around, twisting it inside Tony’s body and he reached down with his other hand and stroked his own cock. It took two jerks and he shot all over Tony’s body, growling happily as he did.
He began to pull his hand almost out of Tony, only to shove it back in, making Tony’s whole body jerk and the man himself began to babble incoherently. Every thrust of his hand seemed to drive Tony over the edge and his cock began to jerk again, weakly dribbling but climaxing none the less.
Bruce kept thrusting his hand in and out, the depraved sloppy sound almost making him mad with lust. He dragged Tony’s orgasm out until the man suddenly passed out, his body still jerking.
Bruce pulled his hand slowly from Tony’s body, then thrust his own cock inside with a large dildo, fucking him one last time. Tony’s body was slack, but his ass was trying to tighten again, the muscles spasming around him.
Tony came to halfway through and he moaned, almost brokenly. “Can’t… no more…”
Bruce shoved inside him then after a bit, pulled the dildo out and just fucked him, knowing that Tony’s ass trying to revert to its normal size was probably exquisitely painful, especially while being fucked.
When he finally came the last time, he had barely any cum left, but he pulled out slightly, painting his hole before shoving it back in.
Tony was spent.
Bruce untied him, and then very slowly he undid the suit. When Stark was naked he carried him to the elevator and rose up to his suite. He carried him to the bath and soaked with him, washing him carefully, holding him in his arms. Tony leaned against his shoulder, letting out soft whimpers as Bruce’s hand cleaned his tender hole.
Bruce picked him up, drying him off then carrying him to his bed. He gave him some sport drink then put water beside his bed. He went back to the bathroom, taking off the cowl and showering quickly. Then he shut the lights off and went to join Stark in bed.
He slid his arms around him, holding him against his strong, naked body.
He almost wanted to shove inside him once more… in his bed… like they were lovers…
Tony’s hand moved to rest on his strong thigh as he spooned up behind the exhausted man.
“Tony.”
“Hmmm?” the man was still awake, barely.
“You still owe me a car.”
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