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Bruce wasn't one to fantasize about his sexual desires but there was one image he couldn't get out of his head. John, with lingerie on.
With a state-of-the-art bat-computer and a little too much time on his hands one night, he got curious and looked up “sexy outfit, lingerie” and any other variation he could think of. He eventually found an outfit that he thought would look good on John. The color was a deep purple, much like his suit. This was great and all but… why was he seeing John in that way?
Maybe it was the pause when Bruce had asked if John loved him. Or that, John consistently calls Bruce handsome. Well, whatever it was Bruce liked it. It might be embarrassing to admit that Bruce had a crush. A big fat man crush on Johh, as Harley would say.
That said when John sent Bruce a photo, he definitely didn't expect to be him in an erotic outfit.
J: what do you think Bruce? I picked it out just for you ;)
B: It's surely... something.
J: I knew you'd like it! meet me at our usual spot :D
B: Alright, John.
Ah yes, their "usual spot" was the place John asked for kissing lessons- twice, for Harley or course. Bruce taught him a thing or two. It was behind an old abandoned building, it seemed to always look so gloomy, and colorless whenever Bruce would drive past it to get to Wayne manor. There was something unnerving about the place, it seemed safe and also not at all the same time, somewhere comfortable. Where Bruce was free to think, in the dark place of his mind. The place that made him just as bad as the villains... But Batman has a code, a code he would never break.
As soon as Bruce arrived he was groped by John. Who seemed to be all too confident in the lingerie. Now that John was close he could see the detail on the garment it was purple- just like what he saw online, it also had deep purple lace and shiny sheer fabric. John also wore matching underwear, which didn't do a good job of hiding his bulge. If anything it only emphasized it.
The lingerie looked expensive, Wayne expensive. Bruce burned this image in his head- John Doe wearing a sensual outfit. He looked like a gift, wrapped up for an event or some holiday. It was all too erotic.
John broke him out of his trance, "Let's get down to business... Do you know why I brought you here? and why I'm wearing this pretty dress?" he fluttered his eyelashes.
"Well if I didn't know better I'd say- you wanna do something, compromising."
"You're so smart! I knew you'd figure it out, good job Brucie!" John reached up and pat Bruce's head.
"Am I a dog now?"
"Only if you want to be!" he gave Bruce a suggestive wink and a grin. "Well come, come! Let's start! don't wanna be late to the party!" he chuckled.
As soon as John said that-
BANG!
All Bruce saw was darkness, and he felt dizzy. He heard a raspy muffled voice call out "Bats!~ wake up!" the voice lulled. He felt like he had the worst migraine. It was dark. He felt cold, and there was rope- tight, around his arms and legs. "Bats?" Bruce thought this was a very dangerous situation who knows what psycho he could be with? Two-Face? Cobblepot? Possibly- Lady Arkham?
No that's not right, they don't have the right speaking pattern, no, this is somebody... new, someone terrifying.
If they know Bruce is Batman- what else do they know? It's only a matter of time before they find the manor and hurt Alfred. Luckily he was able to regain his consciousness.
Where was John? Bruce was last with him when... oh no.
Someone lifted the bag off his head. "Hello there sleepy-bat, have a good rest?!" The man laughed maniacally.
"John?"
"The one and only!" He said excitedly, John moved his arms in an almost cartoonish motion acting as if he was presenting something.
John was a good distance away from Bruce. The room was all white tile, it was on the ceilings, walls, and floors. the chair that he found himself in was directly in the middle. There was also a small dim round light upwards of Bruce. He was still in the lingerie, and there was a strap falling off his shoulder. He looked alluring.
Bruce can't get caught up in his fantasies right now, he needs to know why John did this.
"John-"
The other man cut him off, "You know, Bruce... I've had fantasies of this. You- in that chair, and me watching you struggle. Wondering how you got here, how I could do something like this. It's beautiful! You're... beautiful. The lingerie was just an added bonus, all for you sweets!"
"John, get me out. Now."
"I'm afraid I can't do that- Batsy! Don't worry I won't tell your dirty little secret. So... still wanna do something, compromising?"
As angry as Bruce is, he can't say this isn't at least a little bit sexy. John just admitted that he also had... fantasies. Odd, peculiar, sick fantasies, but still fantasies. And how does he know Bruce is the bat? Does he have connections? Or is he just a genius?
"Y-yes, John. As sick as this is... I do."
John ran up to Bruce and hurriedly gave him a rough hug, while he repeatedly kissed his cheek. "You won't regret this! Say, how about you get a treat for saying yes?"
He went on top of Bruce's lap and ripped open the white button-up shirt (that cost a fortune,) and softly grazed his hands over the other man's nipples making Bruce let a small moan out at the feeling. "Oh, your sensitive- what, never had your nipples touched?" John told Bruce while whispering softly in his ear. Bruce's breath was now hitching on every movement John made. John continued this motion for a few seconds before he began sucking, licking, and softly biting his nipples. Another moan emerged from the man, but this one was low and deep, coming from the back of Bruce's throat. He could feel John's bulge getting bigger, and harder.
"Shh!" John told him loudly while tugging harshly on the rope that was tightly wrapped around Bruce's arm. he whined out.
"Did that hurt- my bad, sorry Bats!" He pulled harder on the rope. That was sure to leave a burn.
Bruce bit his tongue as hard as he could as to not let out another sound. John persisted in pulling and sucking on his nipples for a couple of seconds before moving on and removing the other man's pants and jerking Bruce off.
"How does that feel? is it good enough for, my Bat?" He told bruce while smiling at him. Bruce nodded, and his eyes were glistening from the pleasure. "I'm glad I can make you feel good Brucie, and I wanna make you feel good a million more times after this." John gave Bruce a light kiss on the lips.
"I'd like that... John."
John forcefully squeezed Bruce's cock hard, "Did I say you could talk?" he took a finger and put it up to Bruce's mouth. "For that- Jerk yourself off, and when I say go faster, go slower, or stop. You do it, understood?" John got off the chair and stood in front of Bruce.
The other man nodded yes.
"Good Batsy. Now, put one hand on the head and one at the base." Bruce did what he was told. "Stroke." He began stroking at a slow but decent pace. "Faster" He obeyed and went faster. John hadn’t told him to stop for a few minutes and Bruce was on the verge of cumming. "Stop" Bruce didn't stop- John walked back up to him and quickly squeezed around Bruce's hands. Bruce made a loud gasp."Because you did so well... I'll let that go. But next time you pull that, there'll be consequences, got it bats?"
Bruce stared blankly at the other man. "Speak Brucie."
"Got it, John."
John let go of Bruce's dick, "time for the main attraction! Excited sweets? I know I am! John slowly dropped his underwear and sat with his face facing Bruce's and lowered himself on the other man's cock. "Mmgh!" John softly got out.
He put his hands on Bruce's shoulders and clasped them together. John moved, up and down. "I'm glad my fantasies are coming true," John said mindlessly. He picked up the pace and they were both now heavily breathing. Before they knew it they were both cumming all over each other. There was cum on Bruce's stomach and cum running down John's dress.
"John you felt great... but no more kidnapping." Bruce laughed softly.
"I won't promise anything Batsy~"
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