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Patreon Compilation – Fic#267 – Batman/Jason – scat; intense scat; stink – Torment
🕑 Added 2024-01-10 06:33:06 +0000 UTCBatman/Jason – Jason got whisked into an odd dimension that fills with... things... Batman isn't aware of his involvement. At first.
WARNING: Please be aware that this contains SCAT aka toilet... things. It's pretty intense. Don't read if this isn't your cup of tea!
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Jason can’t tell in what kind of hell dimension he has ended up in because there is little to no light all around. All that he can tell with absolute accuracy is that it reeks and he is standing in some kind of muck that goes up to about his knees.
How long would it take the others to find him? The only emergency communicator he has is hooked up to B’s overly large computer and he is loath to try and use it as long as he does not have to.
He wanders into one direction where he can see a bit of a glint. At first he thinks it is some kind of wet wall of rock but as he puts his hand against it, he realizes that it is not rock – it feels… fleshy. Organic. He pulls his hand away as if shocked. He can’t really think about it, though, because the whole room starts to… twist and move, the walls closing in on him and the sludge at the bottom subsequently moving further up until it is around his waist.
He presses his hands into the squishy, bumpy texture of his new cage, trying to push them apart while his senses are getting overwhelmed by the absolute stench inside this place. It is so enormous that it feels like not only his nose is freaking out but his whole body is having a visceral ‘no’ reaction to it all.
The others still had to be fighting against their latest enemy. After that they would go look for Jason and get him out of this… this shit hole. Wherever it was. He just has to calm the fuck down.
.o.
He finds out relatively quickly that his first assessment of his cage being a shit hole is rather… accurate. Very, very accurate.
Hours or maybe days after his imprisonment – the stench makes it difficult to impossible to figure out how much time is passing – there finally is a shift in everything. Above him, a hole opens, bringing in absolutely blinding light and a gust of fresh air that makes him tear up with joy. He tries to cry out in relief but the next second the light is blocked again and the air is cut off.
In that split second of staring up with teary eyes, he had been able to see it though: an ass. Somebody’s fat ass had sat themselves down on his hole and… he could hear someone. A low grunting of effort briefly preceding the sound of someone farting.
Jason can feel the hot, rancid air ruffling his hair. It is so thick, in his mind’s eye it is a comical fart cloud currently hanging around his head. Only that there is nothing funny about it as he all but suffocates on it.
Another low grunt from somewhere outside this horrible dimension… and Jason feels absolutely horrible as he can hear a wet crackling sound starting to join in.
He knows what that sound heralds. His fists start thumping into the squishy wet walls surrounding him. He screams, half puking half sobbing as the crackling becomes louder.
His eyes have accustomed enough to the odd darkness surrounding him that whenever he looks up he can see it: a shit log starting to drop down from the ceiling.
When it plops down, accompanied with a sigh of relief from the outside, Jason is completely shell shocked.
.oOo.
Bruce stares at the distress signal. It’s the third time that Jason tried to contact him and it only becomes sweeter the more desperate his pleas become.
He certainly was surprised to find out how oddly his bowels became hooked up with another dimension but he can’t say that he hates it. Certainly not when it means he can just focus on whatever important matter it is he is doing and squeeze out his waste wherever he stands, nobody the wiser that he is shitting right then and there.
Nobody – except Jason that is.
The kid doesn’t deserve the treatment of course, and Bruce does have one or two sleepless nights over it… but the fact of the matter is that it is hot and the more desperate Jason becomes, the harder it gets Bruce.
There is just something so exquisite about hearing his sobs and pleas whenever he bothers to lift up a toilet seat. For whatever reason wherever he goes, that little dimension appears in the toilet, even though he does not need to open the lid to do his business. He hasn’t quite figured this whole thing out yet. It’s not too high on his priority list. He just knows that once he starts to work on it, he won’t be able to enjoy Jason’s suffering quite as much and might be tempted to help him out of the predicament.
He’s never shat on somebody but he’s quickly found out that it is a massive kink of his. There is just something so freeing and yet empowering about pigging out on a greasy meal knowing that someone will have to pay for it dearly.
The fact that dear old Alfred does no longer have to worry about cleaning the toilets is just an added bonus.
Until, that is, Jason tries his grand escape.
The waste must have piled up high enough for him to stand on and reach the very edge of his prison because one moment Bruce is standing at a kitchen aisle, brewing himself some coffee and getting ready to push out a hot, steaming morning log right then and there – the next his ass is starting to get filled by a wriggling torso.
Whatever this pocket dimension is, it is causing Jason to be the approximate size of one of Bruce’s shit logs, and if that isn’t amusing, he doesn’t know what is.
He sits his coffee mug down, fingers curling around the edge of the kitchen aisle. He is alone in the manor at the moment – at least to his knowledge – so nobody is there to bat an eyelash as he shuffles his feet apart a little and gets into a bit of a squat, enjoying the sensation of Jason quite literally rooting around in his ass and trying to find a way out as he undoubtedly has no idea yet what is happening.
.o.
Jason just needs to get out. He is about to go insane otherwise. Whatever dimension he has been thrown into, it does not allow for him to simply die.
He does not feel hunger or thirst. He just… is. He is stuck in this stinking, organic hellhole to be shat on by none other than Big B himself. Who would have thought that the posh asshole could produce not only such quantity of waste but also with a smell that is putting tears into Jason’s eyes.
He needs to get out. So he uses his first opportunity to scramble himself up into the darkness that engulfs him 99 percent of the time when it is not that split second in which B lifts a toilet seat.
In his distressed mind he is absolutely sure that his palm will hit the cool, smooth surface of a toilet seat’s underside and he will be able to finally struggle his way out of this literal shithole.
What he did not expect was to not only not feel the cool plastic of a toilet seat, but to instead feel the hot, knobby end of… well… a turd. He’s felt enough of them by now to immediately realize what is happening.
His eyes widen, feet kicking out into nothing. The mountain of waste he has been standing on has suddenly receded, leaving him to be stuck in… to be stuck in…
Through the fleshy walls that are clutching him like a vice and not letting him go, he can hear Bruce’s voice; low grunts of effort and pleasure as Jason struggles inside his intestines – first to get in and now to get out.
From above him, the shit log starts to slip further down, animated by B probably bearing down simply from the feeling of something of Jason’s size filling up his hole all of a sudden.
Jason cries out. His arms are pinned upwards, his hands slowly but surely getting lost inside the thick waste. There is nothing he can do to stop any of what is happening as his struggling seems to only excite B some more.
His grunts are becoming definite moans. His squishy, wet walls are twitching around Jason, pulsing like a damn heart. When he starts to finally move back downward it is only because B’s shit is pressing up against his head and forcing him back out the way he came.
He is getting shat out like just another regular log of waste and the worst thing is that B seems to thoroughly enjoy the sensation.
The last thing Jason can hear before he is catapulted back out into his disgusting cave alongside a massive log is the sound of B grunting out an orgasm wherever he is standing.
Jason can’t believe that he hasn’t noticed what is happening.
When will he be finally released from his torment?!
