The Dynamic Duo Pleasured Drop by Drop (F/MM)
Posted: Mon Sep 26, 2022 5:42 am
I accidentally posted this in the wrong thread and am placing it here...
When I’m wearing my Robin the Boy Wonder outfit, I like to think up possible scenarios of dastardly villains capturing and tying me up. Here’s another episode from my fantasies:
I’ve already changed into my cape and tights as my alter ego, Robin. I’m working in the Batcave when the Batphone rings. Batman answers it to learn from Commissioner Gordon that the police have captured one of Catwoman’s henchmen. The apprehended goon informed the arresting officers that Catwoman’s next heist will be at the Gotham City Museum.
Batman replies, “Robin and I will handle this. We’ll head to the museum at once to secure the grounds.” Batman and I quickly get into the Batmobile and make our way there.
We arrive at the museum, and we’re told that a young curator named Ms. Kovack can help us. When we enter her office, she stands up from behind her desk and walks over to us to shake our hands, “To what do I owe this honor of receiving the Dynamic Duo?”
She looks very alluring in her form-fitting jacket over her blouse and a smart-looking skirt hemmed a few inches above her knees. It’s hard not to stare at her figure as we explain the situation and ask if she has any idea what might be the target for Catwoman’s impending heist.
“I think I have an idea,” the cute curator offers. She explains there’s an ancient Egyptian cat sculpture that the museum just received on loan for a temporary exhibition. She walks to a file cabinet and opens a drawer to shuffle through some papers. Her back side looks very captivating.
Ms. Kovack shows us some documents about the sculpture, and Batman and I are convinced it’s Catwoman’s target. Batman asks if we can see the item. “Of course. Please follow me.”
We’re led into a small room in the basement storage area. The curator tells us to wait as she fetches the artifact, and she closes the door behind her as she walks out. The room then quickly fills with gas, and Batman and I frantically try to wave it away from our faces and reach for our utility belts, but the effects of it are too strong. I slump and fall on my knees. Batman is still standing, so I grab onto his waist, but we both collapse to the ground in a heap and lose consciousness.
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When I wake up, I can’t move at all. My body is strapped down spread eagle on a rack, with extra ropes tying down my waist and upper thighs where they meet my torso. Batman is tied down the same way on another rack next to mine, and there is a vat suspended above each of us with a funnel pointing down to the middle of our bodies.
As I struggle in vain against the bonds, I say, “Batman, I’m completely tied down, and I can’t move at all.” He replies, “Me neither, old chum. Whoever secured us to these racks is adept at ropework.”
I hear a door open, and it’s the curator! Batman exclaims, “Ms. Kovack, what is the meaning of this!”
The shapely curator replies with a wicked smile, “Do I have an arousing experience in store for you boys.”
She struts over to the space between our racks and continues, “I’ve modified some medieval torture devices from the museum’s collection to see how they’d work on you. There’s nothing special about the rack you’re strapped on, but the containers above you were used for Chinese water torture. But today, I want those devices to do their work not on your heads…” She reaches down on either side to pat both our bulges, “….but on the part of your body that attracts the most attention through your tight form-fitting outfits.”
I feel her hand through my spandex briefs tapping my manhood. Batman retorts, “You are a diabolical fiend no better than the crooked Catwoman.”
Ms. Kovack bends down to pet the top of Batman's head, “Maybe you're right, but what’s more important for me is that you also find me attractive. I was flattered by how you and Robin were gazing at my body in my office.”
The curator continues, “Well, let's not delay your fates any longer. I imagine you've already figured out how this will work. The constant dripping of water on your protruding batbulges will gradually cause your body to reach an irrepressible hyper aroused state, and after being unable to suppress the unyielding effects of the drops falling on your sex, you’ll go absolutely batty.”
I snarl at the vixen, “You won’t get away with this.”
Ms. Kovack ignores me and says, “Now, let me try to make the target bigger for these drops.” Her left hand reaches down for Batman’s mound and her right hand connects with mine, and she starts rubbing and stroking both of us. I’m ashamed that her hand is having its intended effect. I feel my member growing and hardening, stretching my tights and making my crotch feel more constrained under my briefs. I whimper as I try to suppress the arousal from the curator’s handjob.
“That should be enough. But my…that felt so good for me too. I was immediately drawn to your beautiful bulges when you walked into my office, and it was like they were screaming at me to touch them. I’m glad I did, and I can’t wait to feel them more when I come back.”
She reaches up to the vat above Batman to activate the dripping, and she adjusts it to aim the drops directly onto the his mound. Ms. Novak then turns toward the vat above me and does the same.
I now feel each drop falling on the stem of my erected stalk, and I feel a kind of arousing sensation I’ve never felt before. At the same time, I feel the crotch of my briefs and tights becoming moist, which amplifies my arousal.
Ms. Kovack looks satisfied, “That should be it. You’re going to be in such bliss before you lose your minds. But don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you two after this is over.” And then she walks out the room and closes the door.
As I try to hold back my arousal from the accumulating effects of each droplet, I plead, “Holy indignity. Batman, how do we get out of this?”
“To be frank, Robin, I can’t think of a way out.”
And I just lie there, feeling drop after drop on my private parts with my briefs and tights slowly becoming saturated. A tingling sensation is rippling throughout my body from each drop, and each ripple is stimulating me slightly more than the last. I already begin wondering how long I can endure this before I lose my mind and body to Ms. Kovack.
TORTURE AT ITS MOST BIZARRE AND TERRIBLE!
CAN BATMAN AND ROBIN STAY GOOD UNTIL THE LAST DROP?
OR WILL THEY BECOME MERE DOLLS FOR MS. KOVACK TO FULFILL HER NEEDS?
FIND OUT NEXT TIME, SAME BAT-TIME, SAME BAT-CHANNEL!
When I’m wearing my Robin the Boy Wonder outfit, I like to think up possible scenarios of dastardly villains capturing and tying me up. Here’s another episode from my fantasies:
I’ve already changed into my cape and tights as my alter ego, Robin. I’m working in the Batcave when the Batphone rings. Batman answers it to learn from Commissioner Gordon that the police have captured one of Catwoman’s henchmen. The apprehended goon informed the arresting officers that Catwoman’s next heist will be at the Gotham City Museum.
Batman replies, “Robin and I will handle this. We’ll head to the museum at once to secure the grounds.” Batman and I quickly get into the Batmobile and make our way there.
We arrive at the museum, and we’re told that a young curator named Ms. Kovack can help us. When we enter her office, she stands up from behind her desk and walks over to us to shake our hands, “To what do I owe this honor of receiving the Dynamic Duo?”
She looks very alluring in her form-fitting jacket over her blouse and a smart-looking skirt hemmed a few inches above her knees. It’s hard not to stare at her figure as we explain the situation and ask if she has any idea what might be the target for Catwoman’s impending heist.
“I think I have an idea,” the cute curator offers. She explains there’s an ancient Egyptian cat sculpture that the museum just received on loan for a temporary exhibition. She walks to a file cabinet and opens a drawer to shuffle through some papers. Her back side looks very captivating.
Ms. Kovack shows us some documents about the sculpture, and Batman and I are convinced it’s Catwoman’s target. Batman asks if we can see the item. “Of course. Please follow me.”
We’re led into a small room in the basement storage area. The curator tells us to wait as she fetches the artifact, and she closes the door behind her as she walks out. The room then quickly fills with gas, and Batman and I frantically try to wave it away from our faces and reach for our utility belts, but the effects of it are too strong. I slump and fall on my knees. Batman is still standing, so I grab onto his waist, but we both collapse to the ground in a heap and lose consciousness.
-------
When I wake up, I can’t move at all. My body is strapped down spread eagle on a rack, with extra ropes tying down my waist and upper thighs where they meet my torso. Batman is tied down the same way on another rack next to mine, and there is a vat suspended above each of us with a funnel pointing down to the middle of our bodies.
As I struggle in vain against the bonds, I say, “Batman, I’m completely tied down, and I can’t move at all.” He replies, “Me neither, old chum. Whoever secured us to these racks is adept at ropework.”
I hear a door open, and it’s the curator! Batman exclaims, “Ms. Kovack, what is the meaning of this!”
The shapely curator replies with a wicked smile, “Do I have an arousing experience in store for you boys.”
She struts over to the space between our racks and continues, “I’ve modified some medieval torture devices from the museum’s collection to see how they’d work on you. There’s nothing special about the rack you’re strapped on, but the containers above you were used for Chinese water torture. But today, I want those devices to do their work not on your heads…” She reaches down on either side to pat both our bulges, “….but on the part of your body that attracts the most attention through your tight form-fitting outfits.”
I feel her hand through my spandex briefs tapping my manhood. Batman retorts, “You are a diabolical fiend no better than the crooked Catwoman.”
Ms. Kovack bends down to pet the top of Batman's head, “Maybe you're right, but what’s more important for me is that you also find me attractive. I was flattered by how you and Robin were gazing at my body in my office.”
The curator continues, “Well, let's not delay your fates any longer. I imagine you've already figured out how this will work. The constant dripping of water on your protruding batbulges will gradually cause your body to reach an irrepressible hyper aroused state, and after being unable to suppress the unyielding effects of the drops falling on your sex, you’ll go absolutely batty.”
I snarl at the vixen, “You won’t get away with this.”
Ms. Kovack ignores me and says, “Now, let me try to make the target bigger for these drops.” Her left hand reaches down for Batman’s mound and her right hand connects with mine, and she starts rubbing and stroking both of us. I’m ashamed that her hand is having its intended effect. I feel my member growing and hardening, stretching my tights and making my crotch feel more constrained under my briefs. I whimper as I try to suppress the arousal from the curator’s handjob.
“That should be enough. But my…that felt so good for me too. I was immediately drawn to your beautiful bulges when you walked into my office, and it was like they were screaming at me to touch them. I’m glad I did, and I can’t wait to feel them more when I come back.”
She reaches up to the vat above Batman to activate the dripping, and she adjusts it to aim the drops directly onto the his mound. Ms. Novak then turns toward the vat above me and does the same.
I now feel each drop falling on the stem of my erected stalk, and I feel a kind of arousing sensation I’ve never felt before. At the same time, I feel the crotch of my briefs and tights becoming moist, which amplifies my arousal.
Ms. Kovack looks satisfied, “That should be it. You’re going to be in such bliss before you lose your minds. But don’t worry, I’ll take good care of you two after this is over.” And then she walks out the room and closes the door.
As I try to hold back my arousal from the accumulating effects of each droplet, I plead, “Holy indignity. Batman, how do we get out of this?”
“To be frank, Robin, I can’t think of a way out.”
And I just lie there, feeling drop after drop on my private parts with my briefs and tights slowly becoming saturated. A tingling sensation is rippling throughout my body from each drop, and each ripple is stimulating me slightly more than the last. I already begin wondering how long I can endure this before I lose my mind and body to Ms. Kovack.
TORTURE AT ITS MOST BIZARRE AND TERRIBLE!
CAN BATMAN AND ROBIN STAY GOOD UNTIL THE LAST DROP?
OR WILL THEY BECOME MERE DOLLS FOR MS. KOVACK TO FULFILL HER NEEDS?
FIND OUT NEXT TIME, SAME BAT-TIME, SAME BAT-CHANNEL!