Bruce Wayne, Slaveboy

It was just an outrage. Here he was, in his private life as a submissive, seeing his old partner in crime, the Catwoman, walking in here…it was awful! “What’s wrong, Penguin?” Selina Kyle, the Catwoman said, smiling, “I got your tongue? Get it?”

Oswald Cobblepot, the archvillain who terrorized Gotham City as the Penguin, was furious. Usually Cobblepot’s four foot two frame was decorated in a tuxedo complete with monocle, top hat cigarette in holder and umbrella, but here he was, hanging from the ceiling of Mistress Julie’s ceiling. And he’d been humiliated. “Julie, I didn’t give you permission to violate my er-confidentiality!” Both women burst into laughter.

The gall of the woman! They had a set routine. And it had been disturbed!

Here the Penguin showed up as he did every Thursday, in his little outfit, grinning around his plastic stemmed cigarette holder. Javonne, the Caribbean maid with the big bazongas, let Oswald in as always, taking his envelope with his $1000 fee, and requesting that the little gangster strip naked in the foyer (except for the monocle, of course)

Cobblepot always found this a little jarring, getting naked in front of a common schvartze servant, especially when he’d never seen the colored woman naked himself.

But he had to admit it was arousing, in a humiliating kind of a way for Gotham City’s major crimelord, or so the Penguin believed himself to be. Then Javonne would lead the Penguin into the “parlor” where he had to wait somewhat nervously for Mistress Julie to enter. It wasn’t always the living room, sometimes he was brought into a dank dungeon, and locked into a rusty cage, and once in a while he was left in a schoolroom, complete with those little desks and a chalkboard, that Oswald recalled from his unhappy childhood. There had been an awful woman, Mrs.Pringle, who had taught Oswald in junior high…and it had been a strict prep school…and she’d picked on Oswald all the time,though he’d been a model student. Once she’d found a minor error on a test and taken Oswald’s pants down.

 

Mrs. Pringle had then bent the future Penguin, in his prep-school jacket, tie hanging down, over her desk and thrashed him heavily, and he’d wept and howled in front of the other students…the girls had giggled and the boys had snorted, because Mrs. Pringle had never removed a pupil’s pants for correction before Oswald had shown up…and he’d had to live down a lot of grief on the playground…which was probably why he was a criminal today!

Once, Mistress Julie had taken Oswald into her office and pretended she was going to saw off his little dick with her paper-cutter…it had been quite frightening! Then she’d  put binder clips on the Penguin’s nipples and knocked them off again with a slide rule.

Now, Oswald wondered what was in store for him with the vicious little bitch!

Finally, Mistress Julie came into the parlor as she always did, this week she was in a snug negligee with a plunging cleavage that almost sent the Penguin around the bend. “Well, aren’t you a ridiculous little man?” Mistress Julie had said.

Oswald had gasped…there was nothing as beautiful as this woman. And he’d had a thousand molls…all sorts of whores, women after his money, turned on by his power (in a way they could never be turned on by him physically)

Mistress Julie had stepped up to the little man, as she often did, and reached down, toying with Pengy’s long penis with a manicured hand. Oswald had a surprisingly large member for such a small man, and Julie enjoyed playing with it. Oswald breathed through his nostrils as Julie’s glorious little white fingers gently massaged his ever hardening organ.

The Penguin gasped and bucked, his little legs trembling, and it looked as if he might cum. Suddenly, Julie slapped his cock lightly, and he gulped. “What’s wrong with you…getting so hard?” Julie asked sharply. “Don’t you have any respect?”

Oswald bit down on his cigarette holder. Once, Julie had gotten so angry at an unauthorized erection, that she’d branded a little “J” on the end of his cock with a fireplace poker. Another time she’d used his cock for a dart-board…and her aim was frighteningly good!

“So have you been playing with your little thingie?” Julie asked, giggling, as she tickled the Penguin’s pulsating frenulum.

Julie bent over the Penguin’s turgid erection, giving him a nice glimpse down her extensive cleavage. Unlike many of the leather-clad Mistresses and dominatrixes that Oswald had seen in his life, Julie enjoyed wearing little teddies. This evening she was clad in a pretty sheer net thong, and a violet teddy embellished with sequins and pearls, assympetrical Venice trip, adjustable straps and a sexy net bow at her adorable rear.

It made her breasts look humongous, and Oswald had quite a revealing view! Julie stroked Oswald’s swollen balls some more. “I know you’ve been playing with your doingie, Ozzie.” Julie said softly, her Obsession perfume wafting past his sharp bird-like nose. Julie’s russet curl dropped onto his shoulder as she bent over his erection earnestly.

Julie continued to toy with Oswald’s tumescent testicles. Oh, he was sooo hard!

 “I know that’s how you probably spent your sad little adolescence” Julie said with a chortle. “I can just picture you on the toilet in Mummy’s bathroom now.” As Julie’s fingers tickled Oswald’s glans, he turned bright red with shame. “Sitting on Mummy’s toilet with your pants to your little sailor suit down, and your right hand in Mummy’s laundry hamper, looking for a pair of her knickers to sniff, and your left hand choking your chicken…that pitiful little wee-wee you have.” This was unfair, as Oswald was well hung, but he continued to burn with humiliation.

Julie went on. “You’d be thinking about the cheerleaders in their pink sweaters, marching past you and your geek friends at the Stamp Club, or the Chess club, or whatever Virgin club you were in—watching the girl’s boobs bounce in  their sweaters and their T-shirts.” Penguin’s eyes began welling up at the memory of his youth, his so lonely youth, and how painful it was having this lovely young woman mock him. But Julie went on…”

I can just imagine them laughing at the short, pudgy Cobblepot wimp, and I remember you telling me about how Shauna Blum promised you a kiss and a feel in the locer room, and instead you were cornholed and whipped with a belt by her boyfriend and his buddies on the lacrosse team.”

Hot tears ran down the Penguin’s chubby cheeks. He almost had to take off his monocle, it was so fogged. It had been horrible. The boys whipping him and fucking his butt, and Shauna laughing and taking pictures that were shown around the school. It had been thirty-five years ago, but Oswald remembered it as if it were yesterday.

Oswald felt Julie’s velvety fingertips gently poking and prodding his stiff cock. “Did you shave your crotch this week, Pengy?” Julie smiled. “Yes, Miss Julie” Oswald spoke the first words he’d had in this room. “I shaved like you told me too.” Julie ran a long nail across Oswald’s bald crotch. “Good boy. I like you to be hairless like you were in school when you were being raped by the high school jocks and bullies…you wimpie boy!”

Julie let go of the Penguin’s cock and stood on her heels, smirking at him. “What do you have to say for yourself!”

Oswald always felt that in fact he was ridiculous, as he was stark naked in front of this woman, thirty years younger than he.

“I-I’ve gotten here on time, as you asked, Mistress Julie, and Aagh—“ Penguin howled as Julie twisted his left nipple, and then slapped it.

She’d taken a long switch from the top of the piano and casually swatted it into her right hand, looking at Oswald through limpid eyes. “Playing with yourself this week, darling?” WHACK! Before Oswald could answer, the switch slapped him in the cock, and he bounced back.

Oswald breathed in his cigarette, and coughed, and WHACK! Mistress Julie knocked the holder out of his mouth, and then she stamped on it. “You know how I feel about smoking, Oswald” she had said crisply, before whacking Oswald about five or six times all over his fat little body.

“Admit it, midget-boy…you’ve been pounding that little pud of yours…I know you have!” The Penguin began protesting loudly. “No, no, my dear…I wouldn’t (Ow!)think of it(ow!)I’ve been very (ow)good, please stop hitting me!”

Oswald wriggled out from over Julie’s gorgeous thigh and backed off, but she was relentless!

Julie stepped back and whacked the Penguin on his nipples, and he stepped back. WHACK! “Admit it, darling…you’ve been toying with yourself.”WHACK WHACK WHACK! Julie’s switch landed all over Oswald’s chest, and he dropped to his knees, and pulled his head under his stomach, as if in the fetal position, and hoped Julie would run out of whipping energy. Finally, after about thirty whacks, the switch stopped, but then Penguin felt  Julie kick him in the stomach and he fell over on his side, and she stomped his cock into the wooden floor. Her heel pounded into the base of the shaft, and she began swatting the glans every ten seconds. “So tell me WAP the truth WAP how many WAP WAP times have you WAP touched that measly thingWAP since I WAP saw you last?”

“All-all right…it’s true.” Penguin finally confessed, tears freely falling down his face. “I did weaken and self abuse on Monday night, dear while looking at those expensive pictures you sold me of yourself in your nightie but I just came once…now will you let me off?”

Julie stepped off Oswald’s cock and helped the little man up. “I am so proud of you for telling me the truth, darling.” Julie pulled Oswald over to some handcuffs protruding from a ceiling holder. Helping Oswald up on a stool, she manacled him to the ceiling, and pulled away the stool so he hung there, looking quite ridiculous. His monocle fell off and Julie stomped it with her heel, accidentally-on-purpose.

Julie put her switch down and picked up a horsewhip. “You violated yourself…you little bastard…I was considering letting you cum…inside me. And now I find you jerked off…I should whip your narrow little ass with this horsewhip..but instead…I’m giving it to a colleague of mine!”

The door opened, and The Catwoman walked in, smiling, and took the horsewhip from Mistress Julie. “I am letting my former mentor do my dirty work, Pengy…”

And was the Penguin pissed off! This was an outrage!

 

 

 

 

 “So tell me..what’s the Batman’s identity?” the Catwoman laughed at the little man hanging from the ceiling, buck naked, squinting at her through his monocle eye. Oswald Cobblepot, the feared Penguin, did not appear to be too feared now! But he sniffed his pointy little nose at her.

“Why should I tell you anything?Why would I know such a thing, first…and why tell a miserable slut like you?” This was outrageous, that his personal dominatrix, Mistress Julie, would sell him out to Selina Kyle, the most hackneyed villainess in Gotham.

Selina chuckled, and bent over a paper shopping bag near her feet. “I stopped at Home Depot before I came here today, Pengy.” Selina pulled out a large wood-and-metal rat trap. “I picked up these expanded trigger, professional Spring-loaded rodent-backbreaking heavy duty snap traps are designed to kill giant sized rats, made by Gerbiljaws ™ with an expanded bait pedal, making trapping easier, or so they say in the advertisements.”

 

I think you DO know, and you’re going to tell me, also.”

Selina walked closer to the Penguin and smiled at him…he spat a wad of tobacco-laced phlegm at  her, but she dodged her head, artfully. “No, no Nannette…” Selina giggled at the glowering dwarf, as she removed her gloves, and tossed them by the paper bag.

Selina then took Oswald’s penis in her long soft fingers and began toying with it, and against his will, the Penguin’s pecker seemed to be swelling, filling with blood in her hand. Of course Oswald had often gazed at the Catwoman’s generous breasts, her long raven locks, her shapely bottom and graceful legs…but he had never ventured further than that.

Now Selina Kyle was toying with the Penguin’s erection, rubbing his purplish glans surely and smoothly. “I supported myself as a child prostitute by giving handjobs in the balcony of the Gotham Avalon…during the Police Academy series movies.” Selina snickered. “As you can see, my dear, my skill hasn’t abated.”

Selina’s long nails tickled the tip of the Penguin’s glans, and toyed with his frenum, as he tried not to moan. “You probably beat your meat all the time, eh, Pengy?” Selina murmured in the little man’s ear. “You are the saddest little fellow…though your member seems to like me.” The Catwoman touched her tongue to her teeth as she looked down at Oswald’s swelling penis. He did look as if he wanted her, badly!

Selina got up on tippie-toe so she was face to face with the hanging Penguin, and leaned over to his neck. Suddenly she plunged her tongue in his ear as she rubbed his stiff cock faster…”You like that, don’t you Oswald?” Selina smiled and kissed the Penguin on his nearly non-existent lips slipping her tongue in his mouth, in and out with a little flicker.

The Penguin tried to lean closer to Selina, to rub his penis against her crotch. “No, no…darling!” Selina was in her typical skin-tight leather Catwoman outfit, and the suede felt cold to his penis. But Oswald Cobblepot was in heaven.

“You like this, don’t you sweetheart?” Selina asked, kissing the Penguin’s short little neck. “Oh, my dear Selina, you are making me absolutely delirious…Perhaps I misjudged your character.” The little man moaned. “It feels just divine, your stroking.”

The Catwoman giggled, and tickled Oswald’s balls…She brushed his narrow chest with her full, 44DD breasts, and winked at him through her Catwoman mask. Her fingers tormented and stroked his engorged erection.

“Wouldn’t you like to have me pull off my top, and let you feast your eyes on my strawberry colored nipples, Oswald” Selina smiled at the tortured little face. “Wouldn’t you love to suck my breasts,eat my pussy, fuck my pussy…with this big dick of yours?”

“Oh, let me, Selina darling” begged Oswald. “I’ll pay you any amount!” The Catwoman laughed out loud at this preposterous offer. “Darling…you just don’t have enough money in the world!” How Oswald Cobblepot hated her at that moment! But he loved her..too!

His cock felt like lead…but it was enjoying the ministrations of Selina’s velvety fingertips…she knew what she was doing, that girl. He wished he’d known her when she was a teen prostitute…he would have enjoyed that moviehouse handjob nonsense!

As if Selina could read his mind, she smirked, and gently pinched his right nipple, before returning her fingers to business below.

“Don’t let the little bastard cum, Selina” called Julie, who had been flashing her tits at Oswald, as he gaped. “He doesn’t deserve it, you know”

“Oh, maybe he does” responded the Catwoman, laughing silently

Selina began pulling Pengy’s penis faster and faster…Oooh it felt sooo good. She knew exactly where all the sensitive spots were on his member. And he’d tried so hard not to touch himself that week, except of course for the fateful Monday…and that meant he was quite horny after four days.

And you could tell that she knew it. She knew how desperate he was to cum. Selina spat on her hand and ran it up and down Oswald’s straining shaft. “Like that, baby?” She smiled at the sweaty little villain. “You just want to make a nasty little mess in my paw, honey?” Selina purred at Oswald, who was now bucking and moaning..he was so close to cumming…it was coming faster…faster…FASTER

Her eyes danced as she watched Oswald Cobblepot in the throes…his penis was slick with precum…the ecstasy was almost there…

Selina stepped back suddenly, releasing the hard cock suddenly. “So who is the Batman?” The Penguin, jolted by the sudden lack of stimuli, clenched his teeth. “Never. I knew you didn’t care about me…”

“Well darling, you look like one of those hideous plastic yard gnomes that they put up at Christmas time.” The Catwoman laughed, and Mistress Julie chimed in..”Or Ross Perot before his nose job!” Both girls chuckled uproariously.

“I will never tell you who the Batman is!” The Penguin shrieked at Selina. “You are a treacherous slut, you Bathsheba!” Selina giggled, and stepped up suddenly, and lightly kicked the Penguin in the nuts, and he screamed again.

“Darling…I think you mean Delilah…and Samson at least was a MAN…not some wiggling, flightless waterfowl archetype…you make Opus from Bloom County seem like John Wayne.” The Catwoman laughed again.

The Penguin struggled in his bonds, the hands cuffed implacably over his head. Oh, it hurt so much…his wrists were losing feeling. This was an outrage! He was the PENGUIN! He would get his umbrella and fill her with bullets. “You won’t get any information out of me, you pathetic tramp!” Oh, how he wished he had a cigarette. Look at that whore laughing at me! “I can have any woman in town, I say…what makes you so special!”

“Well, that’s the question, isn’t it, dear?” asked Selina. “I think you’ll tell me whatever I want to know!”

 

Selina bent down and carefully pinched some skin from the shaft of Oswald’s hard penis, and placed a vicious looking rat trap on the fold of skin. Then she snickered, and put another one right on the Penguin’s frenulum, the sensitive area just under his glans.

“Oh, you are a vicious little cow!” The Penguin said through gritted teeth. The pain was agonizing. The Catwoman’s tongue traveled briefly across her lips as she put a third trap right on the tip of the glans, crushing the bulbous head of Oswald’s penis.

“How’s that feel, Pengy?” Selina purred, stroking the Penguin’s penis. But as the cock head filled with blood as always happens with an erection, there was a terrible pinching, as the harsh spring of the rat-trap was pushing the glans in half…the blood couldn’t get through!

“Selina please…” Oswald Cobblepot said, with real tears coming down his face. “I am dying here…what the devil are you doing to my penile gland?” Selina laughed and rubbed Oswald’s penis a bit more. “Don’t you like the feeling, sweetheart?” she asked impishly. “How often does a short little loser like you get a girl like me to toy with his wee-wee? This is the big time. Sure, your glans is pinched with the trap, but it gives you something to think about, eh?”

Selina reached over and took the Penguin’s ugly little bullet head in her hands and gave him a long tongue kiss, rubbing her crotch against his penis, which was multilittered with angry little traps…the glans began to feel as if it were about to explode…the blood was pulsating it purple, and the trap’s cruel metal snap was pinching it to a near unendurable point.

“Have you ever felt anything so anguishing, darling?” the Catwoman said in a purring voice…”I guess not since the knitting needles, eh?” The Penguin gasped. How did she know about the knitting needles? Mistress Julie, watching the scene with interest from across the room, was curious. “What knitting needles?” The Penguin began to babble, so Selina put a large rat trap on his tongue, and his mouth just sat open as Selina told an interesting story.

“Shortly before I left my parent’s abusive home in my early teens, my sisters and I joined a group of neighborhood girls who had been invited by Mrs. Cobblepot from a ritzy neighborhood known as Gotham Central West End.” The Catwoman continued to rub Oswald’s trap-laden penis as she told the story. “ We slum girls…about twelve or fourteen of us, all very pretty, black, Puerto Rican and poor white trash—that was my sister Ashley and myself—were paid twenty dollars each by the rich Mrs. Cobblepot to come over and watch an astonishing sight.”

Selina’s fingers continued to tickle Oswald’s tortured penis. How can she tell this story? The Penguin vowed to make the little bitch pay. And Selina went on. “ Mrs. Cobblepot was punishing her twenty-three year old son, because he had stayed up past his eight-thirty bedtime, and been caught jerking off into Mummy’s panties!”

Julie laughed out loud. “Ah, that’s where he gets that!” The Catwoman of Gotham City smiled and nodded. “So we all watched while she showed us her naked, bound up son…he was tied to a large stool, and Mrs. C began slowly pushing steel knitting needles into his cockhead—his glans, where the trap is doing it’s good work. And we were fascinated…Oswald Cobblepot, her little boy, who was known in the neighborhood for pinching young girl’s bottoms, and being generally snobbish, had to undergo this incredible knitting needle punishment for not being able to keep his hands off his willie!”

Selina now batted the trap on Penguin’s glans as if it were a ball of yarn. Oswald uttered a slight yelp, and miraculously, the trap on his tongue fell off, and both girls laughed.

“So he’s been through lots of this nonsense before, right darling?” Selina tickled the Penguin’s penis again, and he grunted weakly.

“I know you’ve unmasked the Batman” Selina said. “I hired Elwood “Knuckles” Malloy, who you fired over a salary dispute. Knuckles was your henchman during the Gotham Diamond Exchange robbery…” The Catwoman slapped the trap on Oswald’s glans again, and the Penguin’s penis bounced, and he shrieked.

“Knuckles tells me that during a scuffle, you somehow ripped the Batman’s mask and that you recognized him, and you called him Bruce!” Catwoman massaged the Penguin’s right nipple expertly, and Oswald Cobblepot breathed through his teeth.

Selina Kyle got up on her tippie toes and put her glorious full lips against Oswald’s sweating, nearly nonexistent neck. “Tell your Selina who the Batman is…Bruce what? What’s his name?” The Penguin screamed “SLUT!” in her ear, and the Catwoman stepped back wuickly, but then began massaging his right nipple again.

“Don’t you know you’re going to tell me everything?” Selina smiled and let go of the Penguin’s nipple for a moment, and bent down and pulled another rat-trap out of the paper shopping bag.

Oswald shook his head angrily. The Catwoman stepped up and placed the next rat-trap on the nipple that she had been so tenderly massaging. Ooogh. That was just too much, Oswald Cobblepot thought in anguish.

“So tell me who he is, Penguin. I suggest you fess up soon. I’ve got lots of rat-traps here, darling.”

 Selina walked daintily around to the Penguin’s behind and he felt a trap being clipped to his left buttock. “Give me a hint at least, dear…what is the first letter of the man’s surname that you recognized?”

The Penguin felt another trap  being locked onto his right buttock. Oh, hell. “It was a W. Bruce W. Like the man who founded Alcoholics Anonymous.”

“Aren’t you the funny one” Selina’s voice came from behind. “The man who founded AA was named Bill W. “Well” the Penguin snickered. “This fellow was Bruce W. That’s all you get, dear.” The Catwoman came from around to the front again, smiling. “Bruce W? You don’t have anything else for your little kitten?”

“You are a sordid little whore, Selina Kyle” Oswald said contemptuously. “You remind me of my mother and every other capricious woman who has tried to change me. Go fuck yourself.”

The Catwoman smiled and bent over the bag again, pulling out another rat-trap, which she put on the Penguin’s left nipple. “Look, this is ridiculous” Oswald bellowed. “And Julie, you are fired as my dominatrix! Inviting this harridan in here was a violation of my privacy.” The Penguin was shrill in his howling, and Julie seemed to be doubled over in a fit of giggles. “Think, you’re giving up a thousand dollars a week from me, you little idiot!”

Selina laughed. “You forget that we could just kill you and no one would know. No one knows, none of your men know, that you are a secret submissive, visiting dominant women in your off-hours. I could kill you and use your ATM card quite easily  to pay Julie for a year…your password is 1957, your birth year… so give it up, fatty!”

Within the next twenty minutes, the Catwoman  had rat traps biting all over Oswald’s penis, as well as hanging across his body—his chest, his glans, his shaft, his testicles and inner thighs, as well as a line of them, domino-style going up his side and decorating  his armpits.

Selina stepped back, satisfied with her work. She picked up a long, thin riding crop and began tapping it in her hand.

“So you won’t tell me who Bruce W is?” Selina smiled at the Penguin. “I’m surprised you wouldn’t tell the world who he is…you’d want to bring down the Batman, who has ensured that you’ve spent eighteen of the past twenty-two years inside Blackgate Prison.”

“Well…” Cobblepot snarled…”After I discovered who was under the mask, I decided it wasn’t worth the trouble to tell everyone. No one would have taken it terribly seriously anyhow.”

The Catwoman shook her head. “That’s ridiculous. If it’s the Bruce W. I know, it would ruin his very life…but I want to know who it is…and I want you to tell me. You seem to not want to just out of sheer cussedness.”

Selina stepped closer to the little man, littered with rat-traps and hanging from the ceiling. Methodically, she began knocking the rat-traps off with great vigor…and Oswald Cobblepot screamed with anguish once again.