Tuesday, April 05, 2005

148. The omniscient narrator

The man in the batsuit sucked and sucked and sucked on the dick that was now filling his mouth. He worried for a moment it was going to choke him, the deeper it went into his throat.

Hugo Strange was holding on to Rob's legs for support as he did what he'd been ordered to do. Time was moving oddly now, and with each passing second--or was it hour?--he felt himself becoming one with the role he had assumed. I understand, he said to himself. It's all so clear now...

The sudden tension he sensed in Rob's body was a telltale sign that release was near. Strange closed his eyes and accepted the warm, salty spunk that soon filled his mouth.

Rob pulled his cock out of "Batman"'s mouth in mid-blast, eager to use the remaining drops to drench the crimefighter's face and costume. He howled and grunted as he did so, gradually noticing that the man beneath him looked equally ecstatic.

"Holy shit," Tom said, pointing to their prisoner. "He's cumming RIGHT NOW. He's TOTALLY into it, man. Damn, this guy is one sick fuck."

The two thugs let go of "Batman" and watched as he slumped to the ground, a soiled mess. Strange lay there, exhausted and thoroughly soaked with jism, trying to catch his breath.

Rob squatted next to him and began tugging at the mask again.

"W-what are you doing?" Strange asked, gasping for air.

"What's it look like I'm doing, bitch? I wanna look at the dude who just gave me the best blow job of my life."

"B-but you promised!" Strange shrieked. He had long abandoned the original tone he'd adopted as Batman.

"I lied," Rob said, yanking the cowl off Strange's sweat-and-cum-soaked head.

"Hey, look," Tom said. "Batman's bald!"

"Maybe that's why he wears the mask," Rob suggested, laughing. "Homely-ass motherfucker, ain't he?"

"You can say that again." Tom looked straight at the cowering man and asked, "Is that why you dress up, Batbitch? Too ugly to get any pussy--uh, dick--if you don't?"

You have no idea, Strange thought to himself.

"Can you tell who he is?" Rob said.

"Not a fuckin' clue," Tom replied. There was a long, awkward silence, and then Tom asked, "Okay, now what?"

Rob pulled out his blade. "I dunno about you, but I say we kill him. Just for the hell of it."

"Cool, " Tom said. He thought for a moment and started laughing. "You mean like in the comic books, where the bad guys tie the good guy up and stick him in some kind of deathtrap?"

"Nah, I was thinkin' of just stabbing him right here and now. Let him bleed to death in a fuckin' alley." With that, he plunged the knife into "Batman"'s side.

Tom's laughter was contagious. Soon both men were doubled over, watching their victim scream in pain and terror as blood began to stain his borrowed costume.