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Bruce gave him one of his own white undershirts to sleep in. He'd promised the boy he'd get him some more clothes. He lied. For now, the shirt was rather big on him, but that was okay. Dick could use it as a sleeping set.
Bruce left the door ajar so he could keep an eye on the boy. Dick’s breathing evened out and Bruce knew the boy had finally fallen asleep. That’s when he entered the room.
He sat on the edge of the bed, leaning over the boy, and started to pet his hair, running his fingers through it.
“So beautiful.” Bruce cooed, smiling down at the sleeping boy. He reached down and started to remove the white shirt he'd given him.
That made Dick stir. Bruce could see his eyelids fluttering.
“Dick,” Bruce called out to him softly.
Dick stayed silent, eyes still closed, but Bruce knew the boy was awake. He could see him fighting to keep his eyes closed. Bruce ran a hand down Dick’s chest.
“I know you’re awake.” He said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. Bruce got nothing in return. He sighed and reached under his shirt and grabbed the little boy's cocklet.
Dick's eyes flew open, wide and scared trying to make sense in the dark. He blinked, squinting to make out who was leaning over him. Dick gasped when he saw his new legal guardian, his hands flying down to try and move Bruce’s away.
“Don’t.” Dick said, his voice shaking, his little hands trying to push Bruce away. “Please.”
Bruce shushed him, stroking the boy's cock, his thumb running over the tip, playing with the little foreskin there. “You knew this was coming, Dick.”
“No...” Dick gasped. Bruce didn't let it bother him. Dick would give in. Bruce knew it.
“What, did you think I took you in out of the goodness of my heart?” Bruce asked.
Dick nodded and Bruce tilted his head. “Holy shit, you did.”
He let go of Dick’s cock and reached down to his own pants, unzipping them to take out his own dick. Dick’s eyes went wide as he watched him.
Bruce laid down next to the boy, and continued to stroke his own cock.
Dick watched him unsure and fearful.
Bruce smiled. "Here's how this is going to go. You're going to suck my cock."
"No!"
Dick was fast, but Bruce was faster. He grabbed the boy by the arm before he could fly off the bed.
Bruce smacked the boy's ass. "You don't get to tell me no. I own you."
Dick hiccupped a sob as Bruce sat against the headboard. One hand stroking his cock, the other pushing Dick's head towards it.
"I know you've never done this before. So I'll teach you." He smirked and added, "This time."
Dick started to shake his head but remembered and stilled.
Bruce smiled, "Good boy. Now, kiss it."
Dick did as he was told. He bent his head forward, opened his mouth, and kissed the head of Bruce's cock. He pulled back and Bruce smiled at him. He patted the boy's head and pulled his mouth back onto his cock.
Dick did his best to open wide and take Bruce's cock in his mouth.
"You can do better than that." Bruce cooed at him.
He pushed on the back of Dick's head. "Deeper." He instructed. "Use your tongue too. You have a nice tongue. It feels good." He added when Dick followed his instructions, running the boy's tongue up and down the underside of his cock.
Bruce knew Dick was doing his best. He would have to train him. Dick was too little, a little malnourished probably, but Bruce wasn't a small man. He hoped he could get some of his cock inside Dick's throat tonight.
"I'll tell you what to do." Bruce said to the boy as he pushed the boy's mouth back onto him. "Suck. It's like sucking on a popsicle."
He pushed Dick's head down and up. The boy was gagging, so Bruce used the boy's hair to control his head. He pushed Dick's head further and further down his cock each time he moved it. He wanted Dick to take him all the way down his throat. Bruce had read all about the best way to train a boy to deep throat. He’d been waiting for this for a while. He had it all planned out.
Dick’s eyes were watering, and he was whimpering around Bruce’s cock.
Bruce pulled Dick off his cock and the boy coughed, catching his breath.
“Lesson 1: Watch the teeth.” Bruce instructed. “Your tongue is better for it anyway.” He smirked, and ran a thumb over Dick’s swollen lips. “You have a perfect mouth. It’s so small though, you’re gonna have to work hard to take my cock. It’s rather big.”
“P-p-please.” Dick whimpered. “I don’t wanna.” He looked scared. His hands were shaking and his eyes were wide. Dick looked like he was about to run.
“Don’t start blubbering now.” Bruce warned. “I'm getting in that throat. Whether you let me fuck it or I rape it, that's up to you.” He explained coldly.
Dick’s breath caught in his throat as Bruce spoke. His eyes widened even more as he tried to understand what Bruce was saying to him. Dick realized Bruce meant every word.
Bruce pushed Dick’s head back down on his cock. “I suggest you try your best to let me in. Or it's going to be a very rough night for you.”
The boy took him without complaint and Bruce rewarded him by petting his hair, “Good boy.”
Bruce started to push down on the boy's head, guiding him gently at first, to take more and more of his cock with each thrust of his hips. Bruce moaned as the boy struggled and gagged on his cock. It felt so good. It was warm and wet and the sounds the boy was making were turning him on even more.
He pulled Dick’s mouth off his cock again to let him catch his breath. The boy gasped, but Bruce noticed he didn’t need as much time to catch his breath now as he did before.
“You’re doing so good,” Bruce praised the boy. “Such a good boy for me. Keep at it, I know you can do it. I know you’ll get my whole cock in that throat tonight.”
Bruce pushed Dick’s head down on his cock once again. This time he let the boy work at it. But he wasn't quite as motivated the way he was when Bruce was controlling things so he took over again.
Bruce glanced down and smiled when he saw it. He reached his other hand down to play with Dick’s cocklet. It was fully hard and Bruce smiled when he heard the boy groan, the sound vibrating through Bruce’s length.
“You like that,” Bruce hummed. “You like me playing with your little cock. What about mine, baby? Do you like sucking mine?”
Dick whimpered, his eyes full of tears. Bruce groaned in pleasure as he pushed harder, trying to throat his cock in the boy.
Bruce moaned as he felt the kid’s throat click trying to keep him out. God this boy was beautiful. Bruce could only imagine how beautiful he’d look with his cock in that little throat.
He let go of the boy and let him sit up and catch his breath.
“So close.” Bruce praised him. “That’s okay though. It might take a little time.” He grinned at Dick. “I have time.”
Dick stared at him wide-eyed, tears in his eyes and Bruce took that as his cue to push him back down and start to try and fuck his way into the boy's throat again.
He kept doing this until Bruce’s balls tightened and he knew he was about to cum.
He pushed Dick away from his cock and sat up to finish himself off. Dick was staring at him, his mouth hanging open, his chest heaving as he caught his breath, his cock hard and dripping in his own pre-cum.
Bruce finished himself off quickly. He liked watching the way Dick looked up at him. And Dick’s little cock was so hard, he knew the boy was enjoying it too. He moaned when he came, and he shot his load all over the boy’s face.
Dick made a face and started to wipe it off with his hands. Bruce grabbed his wrist and shook his head at the boy. “No. That’s mine. You’ll wear it.”
Dick opened his mouth to protest and Bruce just shook his head again and told him to go to sleep. He gave Dick one last warning. “You wear that all night. And you will be taking my cum again in the morning.”
Bruce walked to the door, leaving the boy there, covered in his cum. He turned off the light and closed the door behind him, locking it and leaving Dick alone in the darkness.