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There was no need to panic. One of the first lessons from his mentor was to stay calm no matter the situation. It wasn’t a problem for Tim, who’s always kept his mind clear and ready. It wasn’t one either to get out of the cell he was locked in after waking up, using a pin hidden in his boots. Amateurs. The culprits still took his com, his belt and the trackers. So maybe they weren’t that stupid. Usually, Tim would feel ashamed of being captured, but knowing the others also fell during the ambush made him less anxious. A few hours must have passed since they got all knocked out by the sleeping gas, and he wondered if Oracle or Batman had noticed their absence yet.
None of them had activated their panic buttons earlier, or the big Bat would have already swept the entire building to bring back his birds. Maybe an electromagnetic field to blur the messages, Tim supposed.
He wondered if he was the only one awake. None of his brothers would have left him behind…
Tim took a look in the dark corridor, searching for a camera or some guards. The walls were made of concrete, naked and ugly. Nothing. Slowly, Red Robin walked in, keeping his ears and his eyes open. He just needed to find the others and to leave quickly.
Swiftly, he travelled through the floo,r which was definitely in an abandoned and unfinished building. He thought the rogues who captured them would have been careful in guarding the place, but he never met a soul. It was almost insulting. He opened door after door, each room as empty and cold as his own cell. It was then that he heard a sound… a familiar buzzing coming from a metallic closet. A smile appeared on Red Robin’s lips. Without a noise, he closed the last door behind him and walked inside the room, tiptoeing toward the closet. He was ready to lockpick it, but the door opened without needing to.
Inside, an entire control room was hidden.
Tim jumped on the chair and rolled toward the desk. This will make his search so much easier! Maybe he could find a map of the building or any information about where his brothers were. He hoped they were actually there with him… If their captors had separated them, it would make it more difficult. Not impossible, of course. His white skin was almost shining blue under the lights of the many screens as Tim’s fingers danced on the keyboard.
Quickly, he found a security camera program and clicked on it. All twelve computer screens froze before coming back to life.
And, Tim’s eyes widened in front of the scenes shown to him.
Red Hood, Nightwing, Robin. All three were there being—
Tim had to force himself to close his mouth. He could feel his heart beating in his chest. Still, he forced himself to watch.
On the first three screens, Damian was displayed from different angles. The boy was fully naked except for the domino mask on his face, and his wrists were linked behind his neck to a collar. He couldn’t move his hands, or he would choke himself. His small body trembled as he was forced to stay still on what looked like a chair. His legs were attached from his thighs, his knees and his ankles to the chair feet by belts. The leather was so tight that it could be seen biting into Damian’s flesh. His little feet couldn’t even touch the ground; only his big toes were brushing the concrete.
His face was flushed. His little red tongue was panting out of his mouth because of the round hollow gag between his teeth. Spit was running on his lips and his chin.
The last camera was fixed on his chest, showing his little brown nipples squeezed by the teeth of two big metal clips and his cute little cock all wet and hard. He’s so young. His penis can’t ejaculate yet, Tim realised.
Damian was obviously abused. Something was bulging inside the small belly of the little boy, going at a slow and lazy pace. He knew he needed to save him, but Tim’s curiosity was always too big. He clicked on a few buttons, and the angles changed.
Now, Tim had a view of Damian’s round butt being penetrated by a sex machine positioned under the chair. A dildo was on it, entering the kid’s anus. It was big, like a can, red with veins, with a fine end and a huge knot at the base. A dog dick. Damian was being raped by a fake silicon dog penis for 27 mins if the timer in the corner of the screen was right. His tight little hole would never close again…
Each time the dildo exited him, the camera caught how pink his insides were, before the big cock speared him again. The veins caught the little hole, and opening it slowly until the knot hit it. Each time, Damian shook, feeling the knot being forced inside him. Then, without stopping, the dildo was going down, deforming in its path his anus, which refused to let go, dragging along the fleshy walls like a long torture.
It was beautiful…
With shaking fingers, Tim fumbled around until he found the sound. He turned it up.
“—uuuh, —ooop. ‘ah!”
Damian was moaning. His voice was so soft and whiny compared to his usual tone. Tim wanted to hear more of that. Without looking away, he found the controls of the machine.
Damian’s reaction was immediate. He choked. His hands pulled on the collar as his body arched back, his little feet fighting against the belts to escape the accelerating dildo.
“Oh! Oh! Oh!” Damian screamed, spit flying from his mouth.
Tim pushed all the way on the buttons.
He watched as the sextoy broke his little brother's ass, ramming his prostate and his bladder so quickly that the bulging knot was a red blur. Damian’s body was jumping on the machine, his stomach was deformed, and tears rolled down his cheeks. It was like he was being bitched by a real dog.
“—-ugh! Haaa! Ha—haaa!! Oh!”
Tim rested on the chair and parted his legs. He slipped a hand inside his costume as Damian couldn’t escape the big sextoy ravaging his insides. He fingered his wet pussy with two fingers as Damian screamed and choked himself.
Tim came when Damian pissed himself. Urine sprayed out of his little cock in a long arc, wetting his legs. It looked so intense…
Red Robin needed a few minutes to calm down, eyes closed as he bathed in the afterglow, his fingers still inside him, listening to the muted whimpering of the distressed boy.
Finally, he took pity on his little brother and reduced the power of the machine by half. Damian slumped down on himself, breathing heavily, still shaking, toes spread out and little cock hard. However, his anus wasn’t bulging anymore when the dildo pulled out. Can he even squeeze it? The timer showed 0:46.
Tim let Robin be fucked silly by his dog dildo and looked at the next row of screens.
On it, Nightwing was shown spread out on a table, his four limbs attached to each corner. Blindfolded and completely naked, unaware of his audience and incapable of hiding his private parts. The vision of his idol’s hard cock made Tim’s mouth water. A beautiful flush head, slightly leaning to the left, wet with sperm already running along the sides to his delicate balls.
Dick was pretty like a dream…
“I swear if you touch my little brothers, I am going to end you!”
His lips were deliciously parted, red and swollen. Tim watched his big brother’s chest shining with sweat going up and down at a slow pace, disappointed to have missed his orgasm. He must have had a lot of them since the 1:09 timer began.
Six pink wires could be seen, escaping the anus of Nightwing. Tim almost barked a laugh: those crazy motherfuckers were real sadists! They raped a ten-year-old virgin ass with a knot, and only put vibrating bullets inside a twenty-nine-year-old whore.
Dick’s hands and feet were wrapped in tight black tape in an attempt to keep him from escaping. The captors were really stupid if they thought it was enough to stop Dick Grayson. He didn’t even have a collar or a leash on his midsection to keep him steady. His toned muscles were aching as he was trying to escape his binds, and Tim could bet that in less than ten minutes from now, Nightwing would find a way out…
Tim concentrated attentively on the way the bed functioned. The mattress was made of foam to hug Nightwing’s frame, and his binds weren’t just plastic, like he thought at first, but electronic bracelets. Magnetic field, Tim concluded.
“Holy shiii—- not again!” Dick moaned as the toys inside him started to buzz. “Shitshitshit!”
His left hand started to shake, using a small space inside the manacle to shape its escape. He stopped when the bed let out a humming sound. The frame began to fold slowly on itself.
“What’s happening?!” The man screamed in panic, feeling the vibration getting stronger as he was forced to get bent forward...
Tim knew that Dick was flexible; he didn’t want to hurt him afterall. He saw him getting into impossible gymnastic positions, so he continued to press on the switch. He could imagine the dark blue eyes crossing over in pleasure when the man squirmed in the foam mattress. The outline of his stomach changed from flat to bulging as the new position forced the six sex toys into a vibrating mass.
“Stop, my prostate! It’s crushing my prostate, please stop! Haaaa—!”
Red Robin was so wet. He didn’t let go of the button, listening to the screams of his idol. He finally did when his big brother’s head was only above his waist. For a time, only the begging and cries could be heard as the teenager watched in silence.
Then, he flipped the electromagnetic field.
Nightwing let out a scared scream when the base of his wrists and ankles were switched, but it was cut short as his own cock plunged into his open mouth. The man was folded like a pretzel, his legs were now behind his head, and his hands were spread in front of him. It was now impossible for him to escape his torment.
“Mh, umm, ummmhh, mh!”
Tim changed the angle of the cameras to get a perfect angle of his big brother deepthroating his own penis. His head was bobbing at the rhythm of the vibration torturing his prostate, and Tim couldn’t look away. He pressed his gloved fingers on his clitoris and his chest. He pulled on his nipples, groping himself, as Dick was crying on his hard cock, slurping his own juices, hitting the back of his own throat, gulping like a pro. Fuck, he’s fucking himself, Tim thought. That’s so hot!
Then, watery cum spilt from his pretty lips in a mess of bubbling liquid. Dick swallowed noisily. He was such a messy fuck.
One by one, the vibrators slowed down, letting Dick find his breath. Cute gaggle sounds and sad whimpers were coming out of his full mouth. His throat was bulging a little because of the sheer size of his penis.
Suddenly, Nightwing started to heave. His body trembled violently, and Red Robin feared he was about to throw up, but as he was ready to release him, something caught on his anus. Mesmerised, the teen watched an object being pushed out of Dick’s fat ass. It was pink, round and smooth. The bullet was still vibrating a little against Dick’s testicles until it stopped completely.
Tim rubbed on his clit hard, and had his second orgasm when the next cycle began. The Red Robin costume was totally ruined. His pussy juices were all over his thighs and his ass.
He still watched his favourite brother going through another orgasm, before looking at the last three screens.
Compared to his two other brothers, Jason wasn’t stuck in one position. His hands were bound behind his back, but he could freely roam his cell naked. A happy trail of brownish hair began from his navel to his erection between his legs, and what a sight! Tim never doubted that the man was hung like a bull, but this size was definitely abnormal. Jason wasn’t just big, he was enormous! Kept upright by a cock ring, his sex was as long as his arm, and its head as big as a fist. It was covered by big pulsing purple veins, skin tight and red. Sperm dense as cream was flowing from his gaping urethra.
The man was walking in circles like a tiger in its cage, his eyes full of green. Jason looked ready to bite anyone’s head off in his path.
Tim gulped, remembering when those eyes were ready to tear him apart once upon a time. He wondered what would have happened if Jason had been in this state when they fought in the Titan Towers… Fuck, my cunt would be completely destroyed by a monster like this.
Suddenly, Jason let out a long roar, making Tim jump on the chair. He watched fearfully as the second Robin twitched in pain. His arms pulled on his handcuffs without success. For a second, Red Robin thought the Red Hood would break out of his links, but the man fell on his knees.
“You— fucking psychos.” Jason raged under his breath. “You are having fun, huh?!”
The man let out a laugh. In a hurry, Tim changed the cameras to get a better view of Jason’s body. Something was wrong with him… His blue eyes widened when he noticed how Jason’s cock was pulsing. It was unnatural, as if his brother’s manhood was changing before his very eyes.
At the bottom of the screen, the number changed to 15.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Jason howled as he humped the empty air.
It looked painful… But Tim needed to test a theory. He tapped one time on the control panel buttons, and the number went up. Immediately, Jason shouted back. Green veins developed on his sensitive penis and his balls. Sperm splashed on the floor.
Red Robin licked his dried lips, his throat feeling sadly empty. The cock ring must have a way to inject Jason’s pelvis with a cocktail of drugs. Something ugly and potent, Tim was certain. He added two more shots in a row, fixated on Jason trying to find relief. The green under the skin of his veins seemed familiar… He pressed down on the switch, letting the number go up, up, up, again and again.
“Comin’ comin’ comin’! Need to… hum— come! Arrrrh!”
Maybe a mix of Poison Ivy’s pheromones with Bane’s venom. The number of shots broke the thirties.
On the screens, Red Hood couldn’t talk anymore. He was crouched, his giant penis growing little by little. Its crimson head was now brushing his chest. He was howling like a beast, begging for any kind of friction. His testicles were as big as tennis balls, and a pool of sperm was slowly growing under him.
In the control room, Tim’s clit was so hard that it was painful. Jason’s cock was beautiful as it was scary. He fantasised about being pressed on the ground, pounded within an inch of his life by this behemoth. I can’t, I need something inside! But four fingers weren’t enough to find the pleasure he needed.
On shaking legs, Tim searched around. There was no way the ones mad enough to have built those tortures for them didn’t have a sextoy within reach. Red Robin squealed in happiness when his hand found a silicon-shaped dick. With a moan, he sat on it and bounced with energy on the dildo in a position similar to Jason. On the screens, the older man’s face was just a painting of pure lust, panting heavily. His green eyes were full of tears, shining and empty, while his tongue was licking the dirty concrete and his own juices. His hips were still humping nothing with desperation.
“So close, so close”, cried out Tim as he was chasing his orgasm. It was the biggest sextoy he ever tried out, but he didn’t feel the burn of the penetration. The way it rubbed against his G-spot was perfect. Almost there...
With one hand, he turned up the sound of all three cells. Damian’s cries, Dick’s little whimpers, Jason’s angry pants. Their voices rushed back to him, drowning the disgusting sounds of his leaking pussy. He moaned with his brothers; with one last move, he sat down on the dildo, and squirted all over his leggings. Tim’s eyes crossed. It was the most intense orgasm he ever had in his short life…
Tiredness swept over his mind, but he fought to stay awake. Shaking like a fawn, he stood up. The dildo fell from his folds. Now, he only needed to shut down the machines and free Robin, Red Hood and Nightwing—
Suddenly, a syringe struck Red Robin’s neck.
His hands froze, desperately trying to grab his attacker behind him. Panicked, he realised his strength was leaving him. A large hand caught him before he fell, laying him on the floor.
“I was looking for you everywhere,” the man chuckled. He watched the screens displaying the three other bats. “I see you had fun…”
Slowly, he traced the line of Tim’s pussy and the mess between his thighs, collecting a bit of slickness. The teen couldn’t move, but his mind was strangely clear.
“Who would guess Red Robin had such a cute little cunt. You imagined yourself being fucked open on their cocks?”
Tim gathered all his anger in a cold glance.
“Or, you just liked to see the others being raped?”
The man didn’t wait for a response. He swung the immobile Red Robin’s body over his shoulder like a doll. With a smile, he admired the expressions of his caged little birds.
Robin was openly bawling his eyes as his ass was ruined, his anus wasn’t tight anymore but a large donut and his cocklet was bobbing in rhythm with the dog dildo; Nightwing’s mouth was overflowing with his sperm, his cheeks full since he couldn’t keep up with his orgasms, tears pouring from his blindfolded and his entire ass spamming in despair; Red Hood was standing again, leaking liquid in his path like a faucet as he was mumbling, enraged and ready to pounce on anything worth fucking while the base of his giant cock was conscripted by the too small ring.
Delighted, the man slapped Red Robin’s naked ass before fingering his pussy. His leggings were pooling on his knees.
“Don’t worry, I am going to take care of you now,” he said, bringing his next victim back to his cell.