Batman's Secret: A Tale of Revenge and BDSM

BATMAN'S COOKIES

Josh never felt the bullet enter his skull. Eighteen years of life ending in an instant.
Batman would have to survive without him.

"Mmmmmm," a gentle moan came from Mrs. James as Josh pulled on her labia, rolling
it gently between his thumb and forefinger. Her musk hit him like smelling salts, sending
blood rushing to his dick.
"Mmmmm, yeaah." her hips were beginning to move, her sphincter puckering as she worked
her kegel muscles. Josh, kneeling on a pillow at the foot of the bed, was taking it all
in. Every twitch and shudder had meaning, telling him exactly what she wanted. But he wasn't
going to give it to her - not until she suffered sufficiently. Sandra James had to pay for
her transgression.

"Sweetie, I've had two children. I'm afraid I'm a little loose down there. You wouldn't enjoy
it."
Did she think he was an idiot?
"Your dick is too small. I won't enjoy it," is what she was really saying. But Josh wasn't
about to turn down regular blow jobs, especially from a milf as hot as his next door neighbor.
Hell, eight months ago he would have been happy with a glimpse of her titties. Now, his head
was buried between her thighs. He had come a long way.

Josh allowed Mrs. James to settle into a rhythm. He rolled her labia until she contracted, then
stopped until she relaxed, then he rolled it again. He allowed her to jerk off like that - up to a
point. When she got right to the edge he removed his hand.

"Let's try something else."

"Jossssh," she protested,giggling.
"Shhh!" Josh admonished, putting his index finger to his lips.
He listened for his brother who was in Mrs. James' den watching cartoons. It was only a feigned
concern, an earthquake wouldn't shake Jerrod from Saturday morning cartoons. It was all an act to
torment Mrs. James. Eight months of licking and smelling a pussy he couldn't fuck had made Josh
an angry young man. He was using every trick in the book - and then some, tying This link (Mrs.James) is not approved. Submit this link for approval into
a tightly wound jumble of frustration. She picked the wrong boy-toy to play with. Josh was an
overachiever.

"Oooooh," she cooed as she felt Josh's breath moving closer to her clit - but fall just
short of promise.
"C'mon, Josh," she begged as she grabbed the back of his head.
Josh fought her just enough before allowing his tongue to send shudders throughout her body.
She arched her hips to grind her clit on his tongue. But he made her work for it, forcing
her to hold his head and wrap her legs around his shoulders to hold him place.. And just as she
was almost there - Josh jerked his head away.

"Let's try somthing else."

"Josh!" she hissed in a stage whisper.
He had her almost where he wanted her.
Josh took his index and middle fingers and pushed them slowly deep into Mrs. James pussy,
just below the cervix and pressed, then waited for her body to respond. As her pussy clenched, and
then relaxed, Josh followed her rhythm, using the strength of his wrist and forearm to apply
pressure.
It was time.
Josh brought his two fingers up to her G-spot, and his tongue to her clit, and
rubbed and licked rapidly until Mrs. James was just about to explode --- "Batman!" he shouted as
he stood.
"Robiiin!" a voice sounded from the den.
"No!" Mrs James shouted rushing to cover herself.
"What, you think you're too good for my brother?" Josh asked.
"It's not right," she protested.
A six-foot two muscular figure entered the room in a Batman mask, tattered cape, t-shirt and gym
sweats.
"What's not right, that he's retarded? I agree. He can't help how he was born. But you're going
to do this."
"No I'm not!"
"Don't fight!" Batman pleaded. "Hug and make up."
"You ARE going to do this, or you and I are through," Josh said to Mrs. James.
"What's today's special, Batman?!" Josh commanded.
Batman dropped his sweats and tighty whiteys in one motion, exposing an abnominally large cock.
"Salami. Two dollars a pound," he answered.

"What's today's special?" Josh's father's voice echoed in his brain as Jerrod exposed himself.
It was a running gag their father never tired of.
"Batman!" his father would shout to entertain his drinking buddies or the whores he brought home.
Jerrod would dutifully come running in his mask, cape and undies.
"What's today's special?"
"Salami. Two dollars a pound," Jerrod would answer after he dropped his undies.
After the shrieks and laughter died down, his father would start bragging about how big dicks
ran in the family.
It was obviously a blessing that skipped over Josh, and he was reminded of it every time he saw
his brother's massive tool.

"Get on with it," Josh commanded, and watched as Mrs. James knelt before Jerrod.
Josh was enjoying the moment. He watched as the look of terror mixed with panic spread across
Mrs. James' face.
"Yeah, bitch, you needed a dick big enough for you to feel something?" he thought. "Well, I got you
one. You're welcome."
"She has information on the Joker, Batman," Josh whispered into Jerrod's ear. "Let her play with
the salami until she talks."

Josh and Jerrod were fraternal twins, but any chance they had of growing up normally died
in the womb. Josh was fuzzy on the details, but he was told his mother, while pregnant with them,
was exposed to some toxic chemicals in an industrial accident. It left her with a debilitating
illness, and Jerrod severely retarded. An insurance settlement provided for Jerrod, and set
aside a college fund for Josh, but it was of little help to their mother. She died before
their ninth birthday.

"Quit stalling," Josh commanded. Mrs. James was working Jerrod over good, her tongue and hands
racing up and down his saliva soaked shaft. She was clearly hoping to finish Jerrod off with
a blow job. Josh wasn't having it.
"Here," he said handing her a condom. She was getting fucked, and that was that.
The fear widening her eyes was giving Josh an erection. Jerrod was going to split her good.

"Gently, sweetheart," Josh's mother said softly. She was teaching him how bathe his brother.
Josh had been learning responsibility from the time he could walk. His mother counted on his help
in cooking, washing, cleaning, and later administering her medication. After she died, the responsibility
for taking care of his brother fell squarely to him. He felt like he was carrying the weight of the world
on his shoulders.

"Gently, Batman," Josh whispered in his brother's ear as he guided him into Ms. James.
He could hear Ms. James gasp. He slowly nudged his brother into quicker pace.
"Mmmmmmm," within minutes Mrs. James was moaning like a trailer park skank, digging her nails
into Jerrod's back and wrapping her legs around him, drawing him in.
"Batman, there's cookies when you finish," Josh whispered into his ear.

Batman and cookies. Josh needed the two to control Jerrod. Physically he was no match for his
brother. Even though they both inherited the sleek dancer physique of their mother, Jerrod
also inherited the big hands and brute strength of their father - not to mention his dick. He also
had a freakishly high tolerance for pain, enabling him to do push-ups, sit-ups, and squats
all day. By the time they were twelve, Jerrod could toss Josh around like a rag doll.

Jerrod started pumping furiously, but instead of Josh seeing the pain he was anticipating,
Mrs. James was shaking from head to toe with pleasure. And Jerrod showed no signs of slowing down.
"Jesus!" he thought. Jerrod was a regular machine. Who knew?
"Okay, Batman, I'll take it from here," Josh said as lifted him off Mrs. James.
"I'll have my cookies now," Jerrod said.
"Soon as I finish the interrogation."
Josh chuckled to himself as he watched Jerrod's hog swing between his legs. It made him think
of his father's first love.

Walter McMann's dick was his pride and joy, and it commanded a wide berth in the McMann household.
Saturday mornings he walked it around the house like a prized pet, bathing it in the sunshine.
Jerrod would later join him, father and son scratching their asses and swinging their dicks while
Josh rustled them up breakfast. It was bad enough that his father was calling him "the little woman" and
"Clit Eastwood," but this shit was really rubbing salt in the wound. The last laugh belonged to
Josh, however. Jerrod's dick would grow big enough to humble even Walter "horsecock" McMann.
The Saturday morning dick strolls came to a screeching halt.

"Ugh, God!, this feels good," Josh thought.
Josh had dragged a very sore Mrs. James into the bathroom for a quick poke in the ass.
He never thought he'd take to butt fucking - he only coerced her into a it couple of months ago to
humiliate her. But he had come to enjoy the hell out of it. And when he was really into the
moment, like he was now, he liked prolonging the experience as long he could. But he had just
promised Jerrod cookies, and Jerrod wasn't much for boundaries. He once stormed in on their father
- hip deep in pussy - and shouted, "Who's eating my Cap'n Crunch?" Predictably, he was smacked
across the room. But no matter how often he got belted, he continued to challenge their old man.
"Ooooh shit!" He could feel Mrs. James ass clench on his dick. She had become a real butt slut.
The clenching, along with the smell of her freshly cleaned bung hole and the lingering
scent of her pussy on his face, drove Josh to pump like a mad man until he erupted.

"Where is the Riddler?" Josh asked his brother. It was Sunday afternoon, and reading comics together
in the kitchen had become a ritual.
Josh never felt closer to Jerrod than when they were reading comics. Simple communication that
other brothers took for granted, only happened over comics with Josh and Jerrod.
"Not enough clues yet," Jerrod replied.
Josh discovered that if Jerrod was intensely interested in something, and you went slow enough,
he could process and retain a lot of information, even analyze it. So Josh was
always careful to go slowly, from panel to panel, asking Jerrod questions along the way.
"Door," Jerrod said after hearing the rap on the kitchen door before racing to open it.
"Hi, Mrs. James," Jerrod said letting her in.
"Hi, Sweetie," Mrs. James replied. She was carrying a platter covered in foil. "Look what I
brought you," she said pulling back the foil. The steam was still coming off the chocolate
chip cookies.
"No, thank you," Jerrod said. "Peanut butter."
Josh was enjoying the look of confusion spreading across Mrs. James' face. The only cookies
in Jerrod's world were peanut butter cookies. It was a secret Josh kept to himself.
"You want a peanut butter and jelly sandwich?" Mrs. James asked.
"We just had lunch," Josh said. "Jerrod why don't you go take a nap."
"I'm not sleepy."
"Batman's gotta get his rest if he's going to catch the Riddler."
"I think I need to take a nap," Jerrod said.
"Okay, I'll wake you when it's time," Josh replied. As Jerrod exited the kitchen, Josh
turned to Mrs. James. "What do you want?"

"No fucking way!" Josh couldn't believe she was even suggesting this.
"Just hear me out," Mrs. James pleaded.
"There's nothing to hear," Josh said. "Jerrod is not performing at some bachelorette party."
"This is not just some party, Josh," Mrs. James insisted. "This is for a sorority sister.
Besides this could help you too. You're not going to make enough between now and September
selling to kids. This is a chance to pick up customers with deeper pockets."
She was right. His pot brownies were doing brisk business, but he it wasn't enough.
He needed to make enough to take Jerrod with him when he left for college. Leaving him behind
with their father was not an option.
"It gets better, Josh," Mrs. James added. "The host of the party has access to medical
marijuana. Maybe the two of you can work something out."
Josh was so desperate this was starting to sound like a good idea. But something wasn't sitting
right with him.
"What's in it for you?" Josh asked her. "Why are you trying to sell me on this. You can pick up
the phone and get professional strippers."
"I am getting professionals. But you're right, I do have an ulterior motive. I volunteered to
give the party so that I can control it and protect myself. I work for the police department,
Josh. I could lose my job if this party gets out of hand."
"But why do you need Jerrod?"
"These woman were expecting to go whoring at some nightclub. They're going to feel cheated having
this at a private residence unless it's a very memorable experience. And that's were Jerrod comes
in."
"But we don't know how he's going to react to a bunch of strange women pawing at him."
"I'm going to take care of all that, Josh. Just let me lay it all out for you, then you decide,
okay?"

"It looks like the Bruce Wayne estate," Jerrod said as the limo drove into the circular driveway.
Josh was expecting a mansion, but everything about this place shouted excess. The limo driver
lead them through the great room where the decorations for the party were all set up. They were being
put up in the maid's quarters. Later the host, Mrs. Reynolds, introduced herself and led them to
the kitchen.
"I think you'll find everything you need here," she said.
Her kitchen was half the size of Jerrod's house. Mrs. Reynolds returned from the pantry with a
large tupperware tub. When she removed the lid the ganja scent that hit Josh was strong.
"Hey, I'm not sure of the right mixture here," Josh said. "I've been baking with the cheap
stuff."
"Just guestimate. I'm sure it'll be fine."


It was late afternoon and Jerrod was frolicking in the infinity pool while Josh finished baking
the brownies for the party. The smell of grilled beef and chicken drifted into the kitchen while
Josh and Mrs. Reynolds talked. Josh found it hard to concentrate when she was so close to him -
she was stunning. But she was down to earth, not at all stuck up like Josh was expecting. And she
had a great rapport with Jerrod. Josh had been worried that she might call the whole thing off
once she found out about Jerrod. But she treated him like he was normal.

"I like it here," Jerrod said.
The two of them were eating burgers and fries on the king size bed in the maid's quarters
and watching "Batman", staring Michael Keaton.
"Yeah I do too."
"Robin, eat. It's gonna get cold."
"Okay."
It was the best hambuger he ever had. That chef was good.
"Let's move here."
"No, Jerrod. We don't belong here."
It would be nice though. Josh could almost pretend they were two rich kids lounging around
watching a movie. But the faint thumping of the techno music coming from the great room was a
constant reminder of why they were there.
"Ten minutes," Mrs. James said after poking her head though the door.
It was show time. Josh rolled off the bed and reached into a canvas bag, pulling out a long
cape and a Batman Mask.
"At least one good thing came out this," Josh thought. Mrs. James had sprung for a new cape
and mask. Josh was tired of that old ratty cape Jerrod had been wearing. Josh helped Jerrod with
the mask and cape and then the two of them waited for Mrs. James to return.

"You ready," she said looking Jerrod up and down. The mask and cape was all he was wearing.
"Yeah," Jerrod replied.
"Just like we practiced," she said.
Josh had his doubts about those "rehearsals" and whether there was even a bachelorette party.
It could have all been a ruse so she could fuck Jerrod. But the moment was finally here. The
music was pounding in their ears once they reached the great room.
"Shit," Josh thought. "These bitches are scandalous."
He couldn't believe what he witnessing. This wasn't a strip show. It was Roman orgy.

"Enough," Mrs. James shouted into her mic. Someone kill the music. "It's time for these pretty
boys to leave."
Their jeers rose to a crescendo as the naked, sweaty strippers exited the room.
"You bitches have been playing with boys too long. It's time you took on a real man. Meet
Gothom's own, the cape crusader, Batmaaaaan!."
Indian snake charmer music started to play as Jerrod slowly walked to the center of the room.
"Batman, what's today's special?" Mrs. James asked.
"Salami. Two dollars a pound," Jerrod replied before brushing the cape aside and propping his
fists his hips.
The shocked oohs and aahs filled the room.
"Any of you whores up for the challange?" Mrs. James asked tauntingly.
A short plumb woman in her late twenties with a spiked hairdo sprinted to Jerrod. She had a throw
pillow in one hand and a can of whipped cream in the other.
"Jeez! That woman really likes giving blow jobs," Josh thought as she agressively went after
Jerrod. And they proceeded one after another, each seemingly with a different technique, competing
with each other to get Jerrod off. Josh couldn't take it anymore. He was looking for a dark
corner to jerk off.
"That's enough, bitches," Mrs. James shouted. "You had you chance, every last sorry one of
you. Where is the whore of honor? Bring you ass front and center."
A long legged blond who didn't look much older than Josh walked confidently to center of
the room. She looked like she was stepping right out of a men's magazine. Josh had jerked
off thousands of times to women like her.

"We're all here tonight to sympathize with this whore who's retiring her cunt," Mrs. James began.
Josh couldn't believe women talked this way to each other.
"But she doesn't have anything more to prove. She's defeated every cock to challenge her,
including that little cocktail weenie belonging to her intended."
That ilicited whoops and laughter from those gathered.
"That being said, I don't know about you but I would like see Marcia put her belt on the line
against Batman."
The cheers rose to an ear splitting level.
"I accept," the bride-to-be said after the cheers died down. The room erupted again and large
throw pillows were thrown in her direction."
"Who are these women?!" Josh asked himself.
"Jackie, bring me the knee pads," Mrs. James said directing the spike haired, plump women to a white
linen covered table in the corner.
Jackie returned with the knee pads and she Mrs. James were putting them on Jerrod as Marcia
was making herself comfortable on the pillows. Jackie reached up to Jerrod's now semi-erect
penis only to have her hand slapped away by Mrs. James.
"You had your chance, bitch. Have a seat."
"Alright, we need a volunteer to wet this bitch up. We don't want to send her back to Roger, all
ripped up, do we?"
A staturesque, silver haired middle-aged women walked over and dropped down and started eating
Marcia's pussy while Mrs. James put a condom on Jerrod. Josh had found his dark corner
and was beating off.
"That's enough of that lesbo shit," Mrs. James shouted. "We want to see some fucking."
The cheers started up again.

The fucking was uneventful for Josh. He knew it wasn't a fair fight. Jerrod wasn't wired to
connect fucking with cumming. Marcia put on good show though, bucking and grinding
to the chants of her enthusiastic sisters. In

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