Eat My Fist
When Bruce Wayne woke up, he was surprised to find that his back wasn't aching at all. He remembered, hours before, fighting with Bane. Bane had broken his back over his knee.
He could hear water dripping, and heavy breathing. He blearily observed that he was still in the sewers. He tried to raise himself, to no avail – he was shackled to the floor, both his wrists and his ankles.
'What do you want? … WHAT DO YOU WANT?!'
'You know what I want.' He could hear heavy footfalls come closer, and Bane emerged from the shadows. Bruce looked closer, and could see Selina Kyle behind him, perched on a stone pillar.
'No. No, I don't.'
Bane squatted on his powerful haunches, and held out a dainty black glove. 'Sniff this'.
'No –' Bruce started to protest, but Bane rubbed his face with the glove, as if he were a naughty puppy. Bruce started to gag.
'This is what I did to your friend Blake. With the help of Miss Kyle, of course. Spicy, isn't it?'
'You're a monster!'
'No, Mr. Wayne. I am merely a man. A man with needs…'
To Bruce's horror, Bane began stripping naked in front of him. He was a sweaty mountain of meat and hair, with a dong the size and weight of a ten inch fat bratwurst.
He turned to Selina Kyle, who was watching avidly. Selina reached down between her milky tits and pulled out a squeezy bottle. She tossed the squeezy bottle to Bane.
Bane then proceeded to get on all fours and thrust the squeezy bottle nozzle into Bruce's butthole. He injected a potent blast of hot butter into Mr. Wayne
'You need lube. I am not a complete monster. And I have earned my treat.'
Ignoring Bruce's screams of protest, he wriggled forward, and stuffed the Spicy Glove in his mouth, to be used as a gag.
'Decadent,' whispered Selina Kyle.
As Bruce squirmed on the stone floor, Bane parted his tender butt cheeks. He sighed with satisfaction at the sight.
Selina started to chow down on a chocolate donut.
Bane poked his penis into Bruce's innermost tubes, and then once firmly wedged, began to pound him mercilessly.
'Haroooo! Eee-ruuurrrnf unf UNF!' Cried Bruce in protest.
'I know it can get too intense,' huffed Bane, sliding his ranchero beef sausage in. And out. And in. And out. His semen-filled love sacks were ready to explode.
'But what I am about to do to you now, Mr. Wayne… is trandscendent.'
Bane pulled out his peen, and left Bruce panting on the floor. Bruce could hear him shifting, and Selina Kyle's muted giggles of pleasure.
'Eat my fist, Mr. Wayne.'
Bruce, resigned to his fat, opened his mouth, his tongue ready and moist.
'Not from that end,' Bane cooed, before slowly sliding his knuckles into Bruce's pulsating anus.
Bruce yowled at this invasion of his rectum. So full…
Bane continued to slide up and up and up.
'I can feel your spine.'
A tear slid down Bruce's cheek.
'Fabulous, fabulous,' murmured Selina Kyle, beginning to rub her croissant of lust.
'And now you won't be able to feel your spine! Or your balls! Or your dangly hairy root of desire!'
Bane punched Bruce's back with his other hand. Bruce let out a final 'OOO-ROOOF!', before collapsing in a fetid pool of his own body juices, mixing with Bane's on the floor. Toxic soup.
As The Batman lay there, defeated, Bane clapped his hands.
'And now for the chocolate icing!'
Selina lugged forward a bucket of melted fudge. Dirty fudge. She poured it all over the violated Dark Knight.
'Now lick it up,' Bane ordered.
As Selina licked Bruce's broken body with her silky tongue, Bane crouched in the corner, and stroked his magnificent, bulbous cock.
