The Sandman Sage Part 7
Sex, Lies, and Videotape and Batman and Robin are themselves again
The next two weeks, all hell seemed to break loose in Gotham City. While Fagman and Throbin sent their time filming porno after porno, Commissioner Gordon had his hands full as the city fell apart. It started with a prison break out that released Batman and Robin’s deadliest villains on the streets. Joker, Penguin, Riddler, and Catwoman prowled the streets committing crime after crime. The Commissioner tried to contact Batman and Robin, but there was no word from the dynamic duo.
What little word that the Commissioner received shock him to his very core. On top of the crimes committed by the deadliest villains in Gotham City, there were reports that Batman and Robin were committing crimes as well. At first, he didn’t believe it, but his officers discovered proof that it was the Dynamic Duo who was committing these crimes. Even then he still held out hope that this was a trick of some kind to try and pin these crimes on Gotham’s heroes.
While Gotham City burned in the flames of crime, there were shock waves from high society as Bruce Wayne made an announcement that he was closing the Wayne Foundation. The millionaire’s reputation as a philanthropist seemed like a cornerstone of the city, and with the rest of the city going to hell, his departure seemed to add salt to the wound. Alfred was fired from his job as butler and Aunt Harriet was put into a retirement home. An auction was announced to sell off the valuable heirlooms that the Wayne family spent generations collecting.
The Sandman smiled as he watched the final wrap up of the last porno that was being filmed. Throbin was tied spread eagle and naked to a spinning wheel that his thugs took turns spun. Around the edge of the wheel were prizes that each thug was awarded. A blow job here, a vigorous milking there, they took turns sexually torturing the young man as he moaned helplessly.
Right next to Throbin was Fagman was tied down to the same electric chair that Sandman used to brainwash him. As Throbin was used like a sex toy, the fallen hero was being milked of his creamy seed over and over again. Their moans and cries of a combination of pleasure and anguish filled the room and were music to the villain’s ears. The Sandman had done what none had been able to accomplish. He had completely destroyed the Dynamic Duo.
The door opened to his office and in walked Batman and Robin with huge grins on their faces. On his orders, they had been robbing banks and jewelry stores for the last two weeks. With access to The Batcave and all of Batman’s gadgets, their work had been simple to perform. The police had no chance of ever capturing them. Their evil deeds completely destroyed the real hero’s reputation for fighting crime.
“The First Bank of Gotham has been robbed as ordered, boss,” Batman said. If Sandman didn’t know better, he would have sworn that this was the real hero. Robin smirked standing next to the older man. His boyish face and mannerisms perfectly matched the real Boy Wonder.
“Excellent,” The Sandman said with a slight smile. The endgame was at hand and it was now time to tie up loose ends.
The villain whirled around spraying his purple dust into the faces of the fake heroes. They had no time to react as their eyes grew wide even as control over their bodies was torn away.
“Why!” Batman managed to croak out before he stood as stiff as a statue. Their crotches starting to grow and protrude out of their tights and briefs.
The Sandman simply smiled as he walked over to the hero that he created. Taking the handsome face in his hands, he kissed Batman’s lips softly as he pushes the cowl off his face. It was amazing how identical to Bruce Wayne his imposter was. Truly a work of art.
Batman was unable to suppress his moans of pleasure, but his eyes were hard as steel as well as his cock. The Sandman tossed the cowl on his desk before unbuckling his utility belt. Piece by piece, the fake hero’s costume was peeled off his body until he stood completely naked paralyzed by the dastardly effects of the purple dust.
Now it was time to turn his attention to Robin. The young man was a dead ringer for the real Dick Grayson, but unlike the hero, this fake was anything but innocent. Yet his face looked so pure as his blue eyes pleaded silently for mercy. The Sandman kissed the boy just as he did his partner before stipping him naked. His thick cock straining to become as hard as possible.
The final touch was needed to make sure that the truth about Batman and Robin’s crime spree would never come to light. With his proxies paralyzed by the effects of the purple dust, The Sandman took out a tightly shut jar from the secret drawer in his desk. It looked like ordinary putty, but it was a special formula that actor, Basil Karlo used. The villain, of course, added his own special touch to make sure that his patsies were forever silenced.
Taking a generous handful of the weird looking clay, The Sandman started to cover it all over the nude bodies of the Batman and Robin look alike. As soon as it was applied, their bodies started to stiffen making it impossible for them to move. Even their vocal chords were paralyzed when the clay was applied to their throats.
The fake hero’s eyes moved around wildly as the final touches of the clay were applied. As their throbbing erections were covered with the vile concoction, their cocks stiffened in a way that they never had before. The Sandman smiled as he stepped back watching the sinister effects of the clay. Both of his proxies looked like statues of naked Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson. Their cocks hard and pointing upwards would never soften again. The two criminals would forever have an erection but would be denied ever getting off. It was a cruel fate for his faithful henchmen, but the perfect crime meant no loose ends.
Gathering the discarded costumes of Batman and Robin, Sandman walked out of his office and downstairs where the real heroes were being sexually tortured. As he entered the room, he heard Fagman crying out as he orgasmed yet again. Electric modes were attached to his nipples, balls, and shoved up his ass constantly stimulating his erogenous zones.
“How is he?” The villain asked his henchmen operating the modified electric chair.
“That time only gave a few drops of his spunk, boss,” The thug said with a huge grin on his face. He was getting off on sexually torturing the hero even if he didn’t remember who he was anymore. The Sandman was ready to change that.
Ordering the real Batman to be stimulated once again, the villain placed headphones on his ears before blowing a healthy dose of his purple dust into the handsome face of the captured hero. In his mind, he was a porn star Fagman who was filming a really kinky porn. It was useful to have him think that, but now it was time for him to face his ultimate fate.
It took a long time to get Batman even close to orgasming. In the last few hours, load after load of his rich sperm was milked from him which The Sandman made sure to collect and preserve. Women all over the world would pay to have the seed of Bruce Wayne and he even knew of some gay men who would do the same for entirely different reasons.
The Sandman handled the controls himself as he forced his prisoner to listen to his new commands while he gave sharp zaps of electricity to the hero’s erogenous zones. His balls were so small from constantly being drained that it looked like a flap of sagging skin. If it weren’t for his purple dust, his cock would be flaccid and useless.
Batman gave out a strangled cry as another orgasm was forced on him. His blue eyes grew wide as his mind wrest free of the shackles that were placed on him before. As his thick long cock spasmed out of control, not a single drop of cum shot out. It was a completely dry orgasm indicating that his balls were completely drained.
As he recovered from the effects of his first dry cumming, Batman glared at the villain who had completely destroyed him. He knew exactly who he was again. Yet he made no sign to struggle or even try to escape. It was like his mind was free but his body was much less so.
“Welcome back, Batman,” The Sandman smirked as he petted the sweat-drenched hair of the captured hero.
“I will make you pay for this!” The Caped Crusader promised. Memories of what he had done while under the control of The Sandman filled his mind and made his skin crawl. He remembered every single sexual act that he had done and been done too. Yet he was helpless to resist as his body refused to fight back.
The villain smiled as he traced his finger across Batman’s lips. “No more back talk out of you, little man.” He ordered softly.
Surprising enough, Batman closed his mouth unable to talk back. Bowing his head in submission, he had no choice but to follow the orders of the villain who had destroyed him. There was no longer any defiance in him, not even in his mind. The hero had to helplessly follow his orders.
The Sandman already turned his attention to Robin who was still attached to the wheel. He took the headphones that had been in Batman’s ears and placed them on The Boy Wonder. His thugs stepped back smiling at the shivering boy who had been used and sexually abused by them.
Like Batman, Robin had been milked of his creamy cum, but there was no effort to save his seed. Dick Grayson was just a lowly circus freak show, and no matter how cute and tight his body was, there was no demand for his cum. Instead, his men caught as much of the spunk as they could and rubbed it all over the naked body of the younger half of The Dynamic Duo. Robin smelled like a used condom. Like his mentor, the young man had been systematically drained over and over again. All it took was the force of a dry orgasm and his fate would be sealed.
The Caped Crusader sat in his bondage not struggling one bit. His mind hated to see his young ward being sexually tortured like this, but there was simply no fight left in him. He was forever submissive thanks to the brainwashing and effects of the purple dust. Batman knew that once Robin orgasmed like he did, his partner would be trapped just like him.
Robin cried out as his body began to spasm. Even though he had been whored out for the past two weeks, he never came so many times in a single evening. The dry force of his orgasm woken up his mind just as it did for his mentor. His face turned red as the memories of his sexual acts flooded his mind. All his life, he had denied himself the pleasure of the flesh, and now The Sandman changed all that in the span of two weeks. The Boy Wonder was nothing but a whore. A piece of shit that would always crave the sexual pleasure that had been forced on him.
The young hero didn’t need any instructions to keep quiet like Batman did. He automatically became complaint as if the submission was natural to him. Bowing his head, he simply waited on the wheel for his instructions. He would never again question any man again.
The Sandman smiled as he looked at the naked Dynamic Duo. He ordered them free of their bondage and tossed their forgotten costumes at them. It was time for the grand finale of their destruction. The last part of his revenge would forever seal their fate.
