Billionaire crime fighter, Bruce Wayne, who secretly kept the streets of Gotham City safe as the Caped Crusader, Batman, was hot on the trail of a courier who he suspected of possessing a synthetic steroid capable of giving an ordinary man extraordinary strength.
Batman had an idea of who the chemist was that developed the steroid, but before he made his move to confront the suspect, he needed to snag the courier and any documents he might be holding.
He carefully followed the courier -- a muscular man clearly on the steroid -- by lurking from the rooftops above. He watched the man sneak through the shadows as he made his way to his destination. Batman decided the time was right to drop down and catch him by surprise! But when he went to tackle the man, he was caught and thrown into a cluster of trash cans and empty boxes! He quickly grabbed a tracking device from his utility belt and threw it at the courier... but the man dodged the device and crushed it beneath his boot!
The last thing Batman heard of the man was his frantic running and his gradual footsteps fade into the distance. The Dark Knight cursed under his breath and got to his feet. He'd have to hurry back to the Batcave and figure something out before the trail ran cold and the steroid found its way into the bloodstream of every thug in Gotham.
It was when Batman stepped out of the shadows and made his way to the main road that he was blocked by two burly men. One looked to be in his early twenties, with platinum blond hair. The other, a man in his thirties with a shaved head, lacked a shirt and wore camo print cargo shorts.
"Well, looky here," the older one grunted, popping his knuckles threateningly. "The Batpunk's trespassin' on Python territory."
A quick glance of his muscle mass told Batman that these two were likely users of the steroid. Men like this often had little to no access to the muscle-building techniques that he utilized for his own physique. The Pythons, a relatively new gang, had grown in influence much faster than many of the city's other underground organizations. He'd been meaning to put an end to their group, but the pressure of gathering evidence against the chemist had put everything else on hold.
"Get out of the way," the Caped Crusader growled, wanting to get back to the Batcave quickly. Nothing would stop him from finishing his mission!
"No can do, man," Troy, the younger one snickered, taking a bold step forward. "Nobody walks these streets without givin' compensation to the Pythons. Batpunk or not, you're gonna pay up."
The thugs assumed a fighting stance and moved toward Batman! The hero gritted his teeth and raised his fists, ready to fight his way out. The shirtless Python named Butch engaged him first, leaping forward and taking a swing! Batman dodged and threw a return punch to his broad chest.
"Ungh, fuck!" Butch grunted, staggering back. The hero landed a pretty good blow, he had to admit.
Batman turned to face the other gang member, but he was nowhere to be seen! When he finally realized that the young thug was hiding under his billowing cape the whole time, it was too late! Troy reached out and wrapped his arm around the Dark Knight's throat!
Butch seized the opportunity and sent his clenched fist into the hero's exposed abs! Batman howled in pain from the strike to his unprotected belly. The hit weakened him enough to allow the blond hoodlum to gain greater leverage over Batman's neck. He held the hero steady and gave his fellow Python an easy opening to deal some brutal body blows.
Butch growled angrily as he bashed the Caped Crusader's years of hard exercise. "It makes me wanna hurl," he snarled, punching away at Batman's abdominals. "All this fuckin' beef! Wasted on a punk like you!"
The younger thug chuckled into Batman's ear and maintained his hold. A wrestler in high school, his specialty was subduing his opponents and, much like an actual python, never letting them go.
Butch took his time in working out his aggressions on Batman's weakening body. His thinly-veiled jealousy for all of the world's superheroic men had finally reached a breaking point. The hero could only moan and struggle in vain for freedom. His attempts to reach for a gadget in his utility belt caused the burly thug to aim the next blow for his pouch! All that covered his cock and balls that night were his outer suit and a jock underneath. His manhood was utterly defenseless against the onslaught!
Batman's groans of agony gave the older gang member immense satisfaction. He drew his leg back and drove his shin up, landing a devastating kick to the hero's groin! Butch watched with pleasure as the fight instantly left the hero.
Batman could barely think straight, let alone devise a method of escape. The pains in his body coupled with the crushing blow to his balls had sapped the strength from his legs, causing him to sink to the ground. With his air supply cut to a trickle, the world around him began to soften, and his hearing became fuzzy as the sleepiness set in.
"Down you go, big boy..." Troy thought with great pleasure as the Dark Knight's struggles all but ceased. Well aware of the kinds of tricks these heroes like to pull to escape peril, he reapplied the pressure to Batman's throat.
"Can't..." was all Batman could muster to speak about his predicament.
But Butch could only snicker at the sight. "Yeh..." he grunted, raising his big arms in a double bicep flex. "How's that constriction feel, man? No dude gets out of a Python sleeper hold!"
Finally, Batman could take no more and he allowed his arms to go limp in surrender.
Batman was sure that he was going to be knocked out -- or worse. And for the first time in a long time, he felt fear for not only his life, but everyone else in the country. If these two thugs were capable of such strength with an unfinished sample of the steroid, it was unimaginable what the final product would do. Every criminal in Gotham seek to empower themselves with it, overwhelm the police, and overrun the city!
Feeling his opponent nearing the edge of unconsciousness, the young hoodlum decided to let Batman go. He wanted this hero awake for what he and Butch were about to do. He shoved Batman to the ground and flipped him onto his back.
The crime fighter coughed roughly as he caught his breath. The world slowly came back to focus, but without enough oxygen in his limbs, he felt nearly lifeless on the cold ground. The one who'd brought him to such a state straddled his chest like a pro wrestler might pin his opponent.
"You fucked with the wrong bros, Batbitch!" he heard him say. Troy flexed his powerful arms with pride -- the guns that brought Batman to his knees in defeat!
"AWW FUCK YEH!!" Butch bellowed. He bounced his pecs and raised his fists up high. "Out like a light!"
Troy stripped Batman of his utility belt and cape and threw them into the shadows of the alley. The two thugs took great pleasure in slowly ripping every shred of Batman's proud costume from his huge, muscular form. Soon, his hard body was nude and exposed to the world. Butch took the mangled pile of spandex into his arms and casually threw it over the fence that separated All-Night Bail Bonds from Gotham Gold & Pawn.
"Always thought that get up looked like some pansy shit," he grunted with a low chuckle.
Just when he was about to unmask the hero, Troy spoke up, "Let's keep the mask on him." With a lewd glint in his eye, he added, "When I fuck the Batman, I want him to know how much he's disgraced that damn cowl."
"Man, I knew Boss was right to have brought you into the gang," Butch laughed as they both unbuckled their pants and let them drop to the ground. Unconfined from either stud wearing any underwear, their hard cocks sprang free out into the open air.
With little effort, they managed to force Batman onto his feet and up against the wall. The hero struggled to catch his breath, and his legs trembled at what was to come.
"Ya gotta fuck ‘em real deep in there, Troy," the bigger brute grunted, placing the head of his mammoth penis to the Caped Crusader's vulnerable hole. "If'n ya do it right, they won't be able to get hard anymore without ya!" he finished with a laugh.
"Damn, Butch, you're a stud..." Troy gasped in admiration of his fellow Python's manhood. The thick tube of flesh throbbed and pulsated with Butch's every heartbeat. He was ready to fuck.
Butch laughed out loud as he felt the Dark Knight of Gotham trembling. A part of him figured it was from the lack of oxygen, but he still wanted to believe that Batman was just terrified. He pushed the hero's torso down and placed his manly hands around Batman's hips. "Ya quiverin', baby?" he asked coldly, massaging his victim's beefy, beaten body as he fed inch after inch of his big cock into that hot, tight hole.
Batman hated himself for actually enjoying the touch of this thug. He suspected that the man had been a professional masseur before turning to a life of crime. Before he realized it, Butch's entire length was inside him! The shaft throbbed and bounced within him, and he could feel the fat mushroom head stretch him open.
"Don't ya worry none. Big Butch'll be real gentle."
But as any of Butch's previous conquests would tell you, the smooth-headed thug was anything but gentle in bed. The burly Python pulled out to the tip before slamming back in again, somehow managing to go even deeper than before! Without allowing him to adjust, he rapidly thrust himself in and out, fucking away at the defeated hero. The Dark Knight opened his mouth to scream, only to have it plugged by Troy's needy cock!
"Yeah, suck it, Batbitch..." he sighed in pleasure, leaning back against the brick wall to enjoy his blowjob. Troy was used to Butch going first, but when it was Batman's lips around his shaft, he didn't mind as much.
Over the next hour, Batman took the full force of Butch's anal assault, and his jaw grew numb as he sucked and slurped the virile young thug, Troy. Batman could feel his body betray him with every masculine advance of his conquerors. His manhood grew to full erection and quivered with the heat that only men could share. Known for his calmness and reasoning, the brooding hero never imagined that he could enjoy being dominated by the very villains he swore to bring to justice.
"Yeh, yer really gettin' in to it now, aren't ya, baby?" Butch moaned, plowing hard and fast at Batman's backside. "Yer not such a big man anymore, are ya? ARE YA?!" he roared, grabbing the Caped Crusader's cowl and forcing his head up.
"NO!!" Batman screamed out and immediately went back to work on Troy's cock!
"Yeh, that's what I thought. Nothin' but a bitch."
"C'mon, Butch, lemme have a piece of that ass!" Troy urged his buddy. "His mouth feels great, but I want some of what you're havin'!"
"Nngh, in a minute... Just wanna savor it," Butch groaned, burying his erection deep inside the hero's hungry hole. A few dozen thrusts later, he pulled out, cock still hard and throbbing. A glob of Butch's precum spurt from Batman's abused butt, splattering on the ground below. "Alright, bro -- he's all yers."
"Get over here!" Troy growled, grabbing Batman and moving him to the middle of the alley's cold road. He slammed the hero's body to the hard ground and lifted his legs up high until the Dark Knight's entire weight rested on his shoulders. Troy positioned his eager cockhead at the defeated crime fighter's upturned backside.
"Please... No..." he pled in vain as the young thug slid his length inside! Batman groaned in delirium. His resistance left him in a flash once Troy's fat meat began to rub his inner walls and massage his prostate. He enjoyed the different way this Python fucked: forceful and raw, but slower and more steady than Butch's brutal method.
"Just like I showed ya," Butch encouraged, licking his lips, "real deep!"
"Awesome, man!" Troy stated with elation. "I'm really fuckin' Batman's ass!"
The platinum blond stud drove his cock home rapidly over the course of a half hour, drilling his new bitch's butt with the urgency of a young buck with a need to breed. Butch sat down on Batman's face, forcing the hero to lick his virgin hole. He grabbed hold of Batman's hard cock and stroked it slowly, teasingly -- never once allowing the Caped Crusader to orgasm.
Finally, the two Pythons were ready to mark their territory. Troy pulled out of Batman's ass and let him fall to the ground with a grunt. The conquering studs stood over their prey and stroked their cocks until they felt the fires of orgasm at last consume their manhoods!
"AWW FUCK!!" Butch roared, arms akimbo. "TAKE THAT CUM!" His heavy cock began to shoot its load directly on Batman's face! His thick cream coated the cowl that frequently struck fear into the criminals of Gotham.
"OH FUCK YEAH!!" Troy soon joined in, his cock unable to hold out any longer! He shouted his orgasm as his manhood joined his bro's and defiled the hero's mask.
Batman could only lay there and moan pathetically as his alternate identity was humiliated by these two lowly thugs. And yet, his cock still throbbed with need and a desire to climax. His insides felt empty without the massive cock of Big Butch filling it. And his hole twitched and quivered for one more round of Troy's deep dicking. He had yet to realize it, but he was finished -- not only as a hero of the people, but as the dominant man in sex.
"Ahhhh, yeh..." Butch sighed contentedly as he knelt down to wipe his manhood clean on Batman's cowl. "Not a bad fuck. I've had better, but the Batbitch wasn't bad. Nice tight ass." He stood and draped his arm over Troy's shoulder.
"You think the Boss'll be wantin' a piece of the Batpunk, Butch?"
"I like the way ya think, bro. Let's get ‘im back to The Lair."
Having pulled his camo print shorts back on, Butch leaned over to finally yank the mask from the Dark Knight's head. The material pulled away from the skin to reveal a man's handsome, familiar face.
"Well I'll be," Butch chuckled, patting the unmasked Batman's cheek. He threw the mask onto the ex-hero's cape and hoisted his body up and onto a shoulder. "Ya ready, Troy?" he then asked, giving their new bitch's butt a good, firm slap.
"Yeah, sec!" the blond thug replied, hurriedly redressing. He grabbed the Batman's utility belt and snapped it around his waist. Not content with that alone, he snagged the mask and cape. Butch chuckled as he watched the young buck slip the semen-drenched cowl that once belonged to a very prominent man over his head. Troy draped the crime fighter's cape over his shoulders with pride. With any luck, the Boss would let him keep these things as a reward for their victory.
"Bruce Wayne, eh?" Troy laughed, walking with Butch out of the dark alley. "Who would'a thought?"
Butch chuckled and nodded, giving his precious cargo's leg a good rub. "This big boy'll fetch the Pythons some serious cash."
The two thugs walked casually out and onto the quiet streets of Gotham City and returned victorious to their gang's hideout. With Bruce Wayne's vast resources at their Boss' disposal, the Pythons would rise to be one of Gotham's top criminal organizations.
Within a matter of months, the steroid that granted them their enhanced strength would be perfected and sold to every young punk who had a desire to take down a hero of their very own.
The End
Batman was sure that he was going to be knocked out -- or worse. And for the first time in a long time, he felt fear for not only his life, but everyone else in the country. If these two thugs were capable of such strength with an unfinished sample of the steroid, it was unimaginable what the final product would do. Every criminal in Gotham seek to empower themselves with it, overwhelm the police, and overrun the city!
Having pulled his camo print shorts back on, Butch leaned over to finally yank the mask from the Dark Knight's head. The material pulled away from the skin to reveal a man's handsome, familiar face.
