Down and Dirty

"Quick, before someone sees us," whispered the Joker, giggling loudly in spite of his words.

Bruce allowed himself to be manhandled backwards into the public restroom and straight into one of the empty stalls. It was almost midnight, so thankfully there was no one else in there, but this was still the biggest risk they'd taken so far.

Not to mention the biggest cliché ever.

"Secret gay sex in a public restroom stall at night?" Bruce muttered. "Seriously?"

"You love it," whispered Joker into his ear as he gestured for Bruce to sit down on the closed toilet seat. "The dirtier the better, right, Batsy?"

Bruce didn't reply, but the Joker was right, and they both knew it.

The restroom the Joker had chosen was the grimiest one Bruce had ever been in. Used to high quality establishments, this restroom was so far out of his comfort zone that he almost considered calling it quits and leaving before he caught a disease or infection.

Of course his slowly hardening dick had other ideas.

"Ready for some dirty fun, then?" Joker purred, straddling Bruce, who was sitting on the toilet seat and getting harder and harder by the second.

Bruce didn't answer. Instead he pulled the Joker closer to him and their mouths met in a furious kiss, all passion and wanting and taking. They didn't need to breathe when they were with each other. It was wet and hard and when their tongues joined in on the fun, it was hot in a way that Bruce had never experienced with anyone else - man or woman.

Joker moaned loudly against his mouth, and Bruce moaned back, despite his earlier worry that someone would hear them. Now, he just didn't care.

All he cared about now was getting off, in the dirtiest way possible.

"Fuck," he groaned as he finally pulled away from the Joker's bright red lips, his hands gripping the other man's hips tightly as he began to grind against the clown's clothed ass.

"Nu uh," the Joker whispered, pulling himself off Bruce. "This time it's your turn to be the girl."

They didn't exactly take turns when they fucked - they just did each other as and when the mood took - but Bruce was too aroused to argue. Instead, Bruce stood up and pushed Joker back against the stall door, before dropping to his knees. He ignored the definite stickiness on the floor – what exactly it was, he didn't want to know – and instead concentrated on freeing Joker's dick from the tight, stripy pants he was wearing.

When he finally managed it, Bruce didn't hesitate before taking the thick, leaking organ into his mouth.

"Fuck…" Joker moaned from above him. "Fuck, that's it, baby…"

Bruce felt the Joker's hand on his head, pushing him further down onto his cock. Bruce obliged, opening his mouth as wide as it would go, and swallowing as much of the other's man's dick as he could.

"Oh fuck," the clown moaned, head thrown back against the door as he rode the pleasure Bruce was giving him. "That's it. Take my dick…"

Bruce steadied himself on the dirty floor just as the Joker began to thrust – gently at first - into his mouth. He relaxed his lips and throat as much as he could, desperately trying not to gag as the Joker's dick thrust further into his mouth than it ever had before.

"Mmmm," Bruce hummed as the thrusts increased in speed and force. Bruce began to bob backwards and forwards as well, meeting the thrusts as he began to deep-throat the Joker in earnest.

He'd come to love going down on the Joker. There was just something so dirty about the act – about the fact that he was essentially servicing a convicted killer and insane super-villain. Obviously he would never turn down a blow job himself either, but sucking the Joker was just so…hot. Submitting to his enemy was something that got his blood pumping more than he would ever like to admit, and as long as he could keep doing it – even in a disgusting public restroom – then Bruce was a happy man.

"Seriously, bats….oh fuck…I think you missed your calling," Joker mumbled, still thrusting in and out. Bruce gagged a little bit, but made no move to pull away.

"Mmm," he hummed, moving his tongue on the underside of the Joker's cock as it thrust in and out. He needed to get it nice and wet…

Of course, after another couple of minutes of sucking the Joker- in a way that essentially amounted to sexual torture - the Joker had apparently reached his limit.

"That's…fuck…that's enough, bats," Joker gasped, finally pushing Bruce back. "I think it's time for the main event now, don't you?"

Bruce pulled himself to his feet and didn't hesitate before shoving his own pants and boxers down to his ankles. Then he turned – admittedly with a little difficulty, given the small space they were in – and crouched down again, this time bending his body over the dirty toilet seat and essentially presenting his bare ass to his arch-enemy.

"Come on then, asshole," Bruce growled. "Do your worst."

It was always fun to work a little anger into proceedings when it came to the Joker.

Joker, however, just laughed. "Asshole, that's cute…" he said, slapping Bruce hard on his ass cheek. "I think we both know which one of us is the asshole today."

And then without warning, the Joker pressed a slick finger straight into Bruce's tight hole.

"Fuck!" Bruce groaned, eyes tight shut as he rode the sensation of having a long digit up his ass. He'd been fucked by the Joker before - more times than he could count - but he wasn't sure he would ever get used to it...

Of course, since he was with the Joker, he wasn't given much time to get used to it this time either because another digit was added. The fingers were wet, at least, but fuck it burned…

He fucking loved it when it burned.

"Yes…" Bruce hissed. The Joker began to scissor the fingers, clearly trying to open Bruce up as quickly as possible. When a third finger was finally added, Bruce's moans grew louder, more desperate, and when, a few minutes later, a fourth was added, he was panting like an animal in heat, yet still gagging for more.

"More…" he moaned as the Joker fucked him hard and fast with his fingers.

"More?" Joker asked huskily, clearly aroused. "Shall we try for a fifth then?"

Bruce had been thinking more along the lines of the Joker's dick, but a fifth finger did intrigue him. Could the man fit his whole hand up there? His fist?

"Do it," moaned Bruce, more than a little aroused by the idea. "Fuck…I want it all up there."

"Fuck yeah…" Joker moaned. Then as carefully as he could, he began to add his thumb into the tight hole, stretching the hole out as wide as it would go by using his entire lubed up hand.

Bruce was almost sobbing, but he needed more. Thankfully, the Joker seemed to understand, and after a couple more minutes of stretching, finally managed to push his full fist inside.

It was tight, and Bruce had never felt so full in his life.

But fuck….it felt good…

"Fuck…Bats…" Joker said, sounding enraptured. "Look at you, just eating my fist up…."

"Shit," Bruce sobbed, when Joker began to slowly push his fist in and out. "Fuck…oh god…Joker…fuck…"

It was like nothing else he'd ever experienced. To have so much of another person inside his body…fucking him…it was indescribable.

"Do you like this, Brucey?" Joker teased huskily. "Me fucking you with my whole hand, while you're bent over a toilet in a dirty restroom."

"Yes…" Bruce hissed. The pace was slow and incredible and yet a part of Bruce couldn't help but need something more...

"Anyone could walk in and hear us," Joker continued, pressing his fist in again. His ass practically sucked it in. "Anyone could come in and hear you moaning while I fuck you with my fist."

"Shit! Fuck me!" Bruce sobbed again, frustrated by Joker's slow pace. "Properly. Please. I need it."

"Oh, Brucey," Joker said, pulling his fist out. Bruce could feel his slick hole gaping, desperate to be filled. "You only had to ask."

Bruce shifted slightly against the toilet seat, bracing himself for what was coming next. His own dick was rock hard against the dirty porcelain lid, but he was more bothered about the Joker's dick if he was being honest with himself.

"Ready?" Joker asked, pressing the head of his cock against Bruce's already abused hole.

"Do it," Bruce groaned. "Please…fuck. Just…fuck me, Joker!"

"You wish is my command, baby," Joker whispered.

And with that, he thrust straight in Bruce's tight channel, his cock nearly splitting Bruce in two.

"Fuck!" Bruce moaned, eyes closed tight. "Oh fuck!"

The fist had filled him up, but nothing ever reached in as deeply as the Joker's long, thick dick.

"Move…" Bruce mumbled. "Move…"

Joker pulled out, then thrust in with even more force than before, rocking Bruce up against the toilet seat. Bruce pressed back as Joker thrust in and out, and in again, already creating a rhythm that he knew would be hard to sustain.

Sweat rolled off Bruce's back as the Joker fucked him hard against the toilet, their moans echoing around the filthy room.

"Yes," Bruce groaned. "Fuck, harder. More…"

"Yes," hissed Joker. "Take it, Bats. Take my dick."

"Fuck, harder!"

"Yes!"

Joker's thrusts were brutal and hard and deep, and Bruce knew that he wasn't going to be able to walk properly for a week. He didn't care though. He didn't care about anything but cumming. He was so close...

"Fuck, that's it!" Bruce moaned loudly. "Fuck me. Fucking take me. Fill me up. Make me as dirty as this fucking restroom!"

"Make you dirty, baby?" Joker said, still thrusting his hips. "You like feeling dirty, do you? You like this…me fucking you like a bitch against a fucking toilet seat?"

"Yes!" Bruce groaned. He was so close. He shifted back a bit, desperate to grab at his cock. Joker noticed that, but instead of allowing Bruce to move, he pulled out completely.

"Turn around," the clown ordered. "Sit on the toilet facing me."

Bruce immediately did as he was told, sitting down leaning back on the toilet seat until his legs were off the floor and his gaping red hole was exposed again. To his surprise, the Joker made no move to impale him again. Instead, he stood back with a considering look on his face.

"You want dirty, Brucie?" Joker began, rubbing at his cock. Bruce nodded, fisting his own cock.

"Make me dirty," Bruce said hoarsely. He had no idea what the Joker was going to do…

"Okay," Joker said. "Then close your eyes and open your mouth wide. This is going to be the dirtiest thing you've ever done."

Bruce did as he was ordered, not in the least bit scared by the vulnerability he knew he was showing. He'd come too far with the Joker to feel like that anymore.

Of course he almost changed his mind when he felt the first stream of piss hit his tongue.

"Nothing more dirty than this, Bats," Joker said, immediately soaking Bruce with his piss. Bruce opened his eyes, but didn't close his mouth. The piss tasted bitter, disgusting, and yet Bruce was so turned on that he knew he was only seconds away from cumming. Fuck this was wrong, but something about it just felt so right...

"Yes," Bruce moaned as he frantically fisted his dick, piss already soaking into his shirt. "Get me wet. Soak me. Make me fucking dirty…"

Joker aimed his stream at Bruce's face as Bruce jerked his dick frantically, before allowing it to drop right down on Bruce's exposed hole. That brief flicker of liquid against his abused entrance was all Bruce needed to finally let go…

"Fuck!" he sobbed as he finally came into his hand, his cum splattering across his chest and flicking up onto the Joker as well. "Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

"Oh, fuck, Brucie," Joker said as his stream finally tapered off. He was still rock hard and clearly desperate to cum as well. "I need you. I fucking need you."

"Take me," Bruce said tiredly, still coming down from his own release. "Fucking take me."

Joker did just that, lifting Bruce's legs up and plowing straight back into his waiting hole. Bruce moaned loudly, overwhelmed with the sensation of being fucked so soon after cumming. He was covered in sweat, piss and cum, and he was being fucked by his enemy on top of a dirty toilet seat.

If he'd know years ago that this was where he'd end up, he probably would've killed himself. As it was, Bruce couldn't imagine a life where he wasn't doing this anymore.

"Fuck!" Bruce said as the Joker lost all rhythm. "Fuck…"

"Fuck, I'm close!" Joker said.

"Do it," Bruce ordered hoarsely. "Cum in me. Shoot your cum deep inside me, Joker. Fill me up…"

"Fuck…"

"Cum…" Bruce repeated. "Do it. Fucking cum, you asshole."

"Fuck, fuck fuck!"

"Cum!"

"Fuck!" Joker came with a cry, jerking and jerking and jerking until he had filled Bruce up to the brim with his juices.

After finally releasing his entire load, Joker collapsed on top him and Bruce took his weight with ease, even as Joker's cock began to soften in his passageway. Fuck, he was going to be sore in the morning…

"Fuck…" Bruce muttered, his own softening cock still covered with piss and cum. His clothes were soaked with piss as well, and he was really dreading having to explain that to anyone who might see him during his journey home.

Still he couldn't bring himself to regret what they'd just done or what they might do in the future. He never could, not with the Joker.

No matter how dirty they got in the process.