Batman to Batboy. Part 2
Alfred wanted to deny those long p..
🕑 Added 2021-05-18 01:34:45 +0000 UTC
Batman to Batboy. Part 2
Alfred wanted to deny those long pent up desires, but the Russian boxer’s incredible mouth and Mastermind’s intense eyes made it so hard to resist.
“You had denied your true feelings for your ward and employer for so long. You had watched him grow into a fine man and into the caped crusader,” mastermind voice was so smoothing.
He was inches from Alfred as he stroked Victor Drago’s shaved head as the Russian boxer’s head bobbed on Alfred.
“Bruce, Batman? No that’s absurd,” Alfred tried to protect Batman’s true identity.
“Come now, don’t lie to me Alfred. I know the truth. And I also know you secretly desired him. Just like you desire Victor here,” mastermind smiled.
“No, that is not true. I, I don’t feel for Bruce like that. Oh god,” Alfred moaned as the Russian mindlessly took the butler’s whole cock into his mouth.
“Imagine that Victor here is Batman, your Bruce, on his knees obediently sucking you,” Mastermind stroked the fighter's head, guiding it on and off Alfred’s cock. “Look down at his ass. It is everything you desire. Muscular, flawless, just like Batman’s”
“Yes,” Alfred whispered.
Upon Mastermind’s command, Victor pulled his mouth off Alfred’s cock and got upon the bed. Laying with his face flat down on the bed, his muscular ass was in the air facing the older butler. Mastermind was pleased with his investment with the muscular Russian boxer. He had acquired the muscle god several months before in Russia and made him a lot of money in the Moscow brothel. When Mastermind used his mind reading skills on the butler, and discovered Alfred’s tastes run for muscular boxer types, the sexy Drago became quite useful.
Alfred stared at the smooth muscle ass in front of him. Victor Drago’s legs were spread and the shaved tight hole looked so inviting.
“Imagine that it is Batman’s beautiful muscular ass,” Mastermind whispered into Alfred’s ear.
“Yes, Master Bruce’s beautiful ass,” Alfred relied.
To Alfred’s mind it was Bruce’s/Batman’s ass before him. He aimed his fat cock at the tight little hole and pushed in hard.
The Russian boxer moaned in pleasure as the older man began to move in and out of him.
“That’s it, Alfred, fuck Batman hard. Make him your bitch. You've been serving him for so long. You love him and know deep down you can make him safe by helping me enslave him,” mastermind circled around Alfred and Victor and stroked the Russian’s muscular, ripped back. The boxer was flexing his thick sexy muscles as he was being fucked hard and deep.
“Yes, he never listens to me when it comes to his safety. He needs to be enslaved for his own good,” Alfred yelled as he continued to brutally fuck the boxer’s muscular behind.
As he continue to fuck the Russian prize fighter, Alfred freely gave up Batman’s secrets. He even told Mastermind that Batman had recently started using steroids to increase his size, strength and to overcome recent injuries. Batman had felt inferior to Superman and Aquaman for their inhuman abilities and wanted to make himself more of an equal to his fellow heroes. Mastermind was pleased with the information. He decided then that he was going to reward the butler by giving him Victor Drago as his personal servant after Batman was enslaved. He might even let Alfred fuck his former ward Bruce/Batman. He was a generous god, Mastermind mused as he watched Alfred fuck the cum out of the tough Russian athlete.
A week later, Batman speeded his batmobile along the abandoned dirt road that laid just beyond the far edge of the Wayne estate. The black tank like vehicle was virtually silent as it raced along the winding road. Batman didn’t stop or slowed down as he approached the waterfall that blocked the road and made it unusable. Instead, the batmobile continued on and drove through the waterfall into a vast hidden cave. The large cavern towered over the vehicle as it made several turns, going deeper into the vast cave. Batman drove almost a mile until he approached his secret hide out deep below Wayne Manor. He came to a stop on a metal platform, just as the road came to an end before pummeling down the deep canvas. The driver side door of the batmobile opened and Batman stepped out in the damp cave. The black body hugging body armor was damaged with a large torn on his right shoulder. Batman was frustrated as he walked across the scaffolding from the batmobile parking pad and up to his control area. His shoulder was in pain but refused so show any emotion. When he reached the computer area of the scaffolding, he peeled off the top of his body armor to display his muscle packed upper torso.
Just then Alfred stepped out of the elevator that went from the massive manor above to the caverns. His eyes took in the thick back muscles of Batman as the caped crusader set up on a table in the medical area. The last few months, Batman’s body got more muscular and shredded thanks to his intense weightlifting regimen and the advanced steroids manufactured by Wayne pharmaceuticals. Alfred eyes traveled down the v-shape back with its layers of muscles on top of muscles, to the narrow lower back. Alfred cock stirred for the first time as his eyes took in Bruce’s body.
“Injured again, master Bruce,” Alfred said as he sat down a tray of brandy and glass on the table beside him. It was Alfred’s normal caring, concerned voice, but more a voice tired of the billionaire playboy turned hero antics.
“Yes. It is obviously a design flaw. I need to rework the fibric compression,” Batman didn’t even notice the tone of Alfred’s voice.
Alfred went over to the medical supply closet and took out some medicine to clean the grappling wound on Batman’s shoulder.
“Ouch, Alfred,” Batman hissed in pain as the medicine burned the wound when Alfred applied it.
Alfred didn’t apologize, “ all those huge muscles and heroics and you can take a little burn.” Batman’s old friend sounds bitter.
“Alfred? What's wrong with you this evening,” Batman asked concerned.
“I’m hoping I am not disturbing anything,” a voice echoed in the cave.
Batman turned and looked up at the third level of the scaffolding and saw a tall man in lavish black robes. “Who are you, and how you got here,” Batman demanded as he jumped to his feet.
“Alfred let me in. You can address me as Mastermind,” the stranger smiled.
“What?” Batman began to turn to question his old friend.
Just then Alfred pushed a needle into Batman’s thick muscular neck. Being caught off guard and betrayed by the one person he thought he could trust absolutely, Batman was unable to react. Suddenly everything went dark and Batman collapsed onto the metal floor.
To be continued
