Cat and Mouse

by irate_toast (ao3)

The manor had been silent for nearly two hours now.

The lights had been shut off and curtains in occupied bedrooms had long since been pulled shut.

The only sound that carried across the meticulously manicured lawn was the occasional flapping of bat wings and the rustling of leaves in the warm late summer breeze.

Jason knew because for the last three hours, he had been watching. For the last three months, really. The idea had come to him months before then, even. Pretty playboy Bruce Wayne had been on the television, going on about some fund or initiative or other type of charity for the elites to give heaps of money to for their tax write-offs and Jason had thought to himself, maybe he wouldn’t miss a bit of that money if it was gone. And the idea had been born. Selina had told him to rethink screwing over the most powerful man in Gotham, but years of experience gave him confidence that he could pull it off, even alone. There was a reason Stray was as notorious as his mentor.

It had been a painstaking effort. Tracking the daily movements of Mr. Wayne and the dozen daytime employees that worked at Wayne Manor had made his head spin at first, even if he had years of experience casing targets and planning high-stakes break ins. Studying blueprints and security systems and charts of each staff member’s daily routine had felt like being in school. But, it would all have been worth it after tonight. After a few of that rich bastard’s finest pieces of jewelry weighed down his pockets. The old man probably wouldn’t even notice it was missing. The big house, which Jason was sure would look like a museum inside more than bear any semblance of a home, was ripe for the picking with only the owner inside at this time of night. It was truly perfect.

Jason glanced down at the watch on his wrist. Everything had to be perfectly executed to minimize the chance of being caught. Thankfully he was patient, and just a few seconds later when the face showed it to be exactly midnight, he made his first move. Slinking through the shadows cast by the meticulously trimmed shrubbery was a cake walk. Even with the full moon shining down bright enough for him to leave his night vision goggles sitting atop his head, his black, skin-tight catsuit would provide the perfect camouflage to make it through the garden and to the wall of the ridiculously large mansion. Jason managed to shimmy the window open in seconds, creating a gap just large enough for him to squeeze through.

With his entrance secured, he wasted no time and slipped in through the open window, landing silently on the carpeted floor in one of the many sitting rooms of the house. Thankfully, he had memorized the layout of the maze-like Wayne Manor long ago. Knowing the study would be his best bet for finding a safe, and by extension the valuables inside, Jason slunk down the hallways with the familiarity of a lifelong resident of the home.

His heart was pounding with excitement as he reached the study and expertly picked the old fashioned lock before carefully pushing open the door. The loud creak of the hinges echoed through the house and Jason froze, breath caught in his throat as he listened intently for any sign of movement. The seconds stretched into minutes, but Jason could only hear the rush of his own blood and pounding of his heart in his ears. He sighed softly with relief before slinking into the study. His eyes greedily took in the tastefully furnished workspace, taking note of any potential hiding place for valuables.

He started with the desk, opening drawers and rifling through papers in hope of finding something of high value. He was rewarded almost immediately with a high end designer watch that he immediately shoved into his backpack. It would go for a pretty price, and Jason could have drooled just thinking about it. The early find had him giddy and greedy for more, so he focused back on his search. Unfortunately, the desk held nothing else that interested him.

From there, Jason turned to a large painting on the wall behind the desk. He lamented he couldn’t fit it in his bag; the thing was probably worth millions. He gently ran a gloved hand along the edge of the gilded frame, sighing wistfully when suddenly his fingers met an out of place, cylindrical shape.

A hinge.

Jason bit his lip to hold back a noise of surprise before grabbing the side of the frame opposite of the hinge and tugging firmly. It swung outwards like a door, revealing the exact thing Jason had been hoping to find. An old safe, likely installed in this room as the house was built. It was a shame really, that Mister Wayne hadn’t updated it with a digital model to protect whatever was inside a bit better. It was very fortunate for Jason, though. A newer safe would have only slowed him down anyways.

He dropped his backpack onthe ground, zipper wide open and ready to be filled before pressing one ear to the safe, immediately outside of where the locking mechanism would be. As he turned the big handle in the center he could hear the mechanism inside clicking. He held his breath as he slowly turned the dial and listened for the sound of the pins clicking into place. The minute it took for him to get the combination right felt like hours, but finally he was able to pull the handle and the heavy metal door of the safe swung open.

Jason could have purred happily at the sight before him. The safe was filled with jewelry, undoubtedly priceless heirlooms of the Wayne family. They’d be a bit harder to sell if they were well known, but Jason didn’t mind in the slightest. He reached out with one gloved hand, straight for the middle of the neatly organized collection where a lovely -if rather simple- pearl necklace was delicately laid. The strings of pearls draped over his wrist, clicking softly against each other as he lifted the necklace. A quick glance confirmed they were legitimate, but Jason took a long moment to admire them in the moonlight streaming in from the study window before beginning to fill his bag.

Later, Jason would kick himself for being too eager. Too greedy. Too focused on the sight of the bounty of the safe. So focused, he must not have heard footsteps down the hall. The safe was only halfway emptied into Jason’s bag when the door behind him creaked loudly. He jumped and whirled around, startled by the sound, only to see Bruce Wayne standing in the doorway. He looked pissed.

Jason booked it, grabbing his bag and sprinting across the room towards the window. He muttered a curse under his breath as he grabbed the window and tried to pull it open, but it wouldn’t budge. Wayne was right behind him now, Jason could tell from the large man’s booming footsteps on the wooden floor. His heart was racing, and the only thoughts going through his mind were repetitions of “Shit, fuck, gotta get out of here NOW…” He gave the window one final, useless yank before tucking his shoulder, fully intending to slam himself into the window to break it.

Just as Jason threw himself at the glass, he was dragged back by a massive hand in his hair and thrown against the desk. He yelped as the silence was broken by the deafening sound of papers fluttering to the ground and the clattering of pens and desk ornaments against the wooden floor. The corner of the desk had slammed into his stomach and he wheezed as the breath was knocked out of him. Wayne gave him no time to recover from the blow before the man was on him again, grabbing Jason’s hair and slamming his face against the cold wood of the desk. Jason grabbed at the hand in his hair, trying to pry it off and kicking wildly behind him in hopes of breaking free.

“Stray… Should have figured.” The man’s gruff voice was right in Jason’s ear and sent a shiver down his spine. The grip in his hair only tightened and Jason hissed in pain, slapping and clawing at the thick forearm pinning him in place.

“C’mon Brucie, we can work somethin’ out, yeah? No need to fight…” He would not get thrown into Blackgate over this shit. One of the most valuable things he had learned from Selina was how other people see him, and how he could use it. Jason sighed softly, willing a feeling of calm into himself. Even being caught like this, the plan was still salvageable. He stopped clawing at Wayne’s wrist and turned his head to the side as much as he could with the iron grip of the hand in his hair. Wayne’s jaw was set and his bright blue eyes stared down at Jason with a harsh glare. The man was dressed in simple nightclothes, a white tee shirt and sweatpants. He was surprisingly muscular too, enough for Jason to get just the tiniest bit distracted. He stopped kicking his legs to press his thighs together. No wonder this guy had supermodels throwing themselves at him left and right even as he started getting up there in age. The “salt and pepper” look of his hair only added to his overall visual appeal.

“You’re despicable. Running around, taking what doesn’t belong to you. You deserve to be taught a lesson.” Jason was immediately refocused by the gruff response and the way that Bruce shoved his cheek harder against the desk. He let out a soft grunt of pain, involuntarily wriggling to get away, and his own hand tightening around that thick wrist behind his head. He was suddenly very aware of their position. Jason, bent down over the desk with his latex-clad ass jiggling as he writhed and Bruce Wayne looming over him. Half a step forward would have had the older man’s hips pressing up against Jason’s rear.

“Yeah? Are you gonna teach me, old man?” Jason grinned when the man’s expression softened ever so slightly with confusion before he realized their position as well. Jason decided to push his luck, letting his back dip into a deeper arch and pushing his hips back seductively. If he couldn’t make off with the precious jewelry tonight, the least he could do was ensure he got some type of value out of his time.

“You’re not taking me seriously.” Bruce looked angry again, but Jason couldn’t wipe the smirk off of his face. His sights were officially set on a new prize.

“Of course I am, Mister Wayne,” he purred, shifting his weight between his feet and letting his hips sway with the movement. “A thief like me deserves a lesson, you said so yourself. Who better to teach me?” The man’s lips were still set in a stern frown, but Jason swore he saw Wayne’s eye twitch. This could go so wrong for Jason at any moment, but the feeling of playing cat and mouse was so exhilarating he couldn’t bring himself to care.

“I don’t think you’ll like this nearly as much as you think, Stray.” The grip in his hair didn’t loosen as Wayne used his free hand to rummage through the pockets and compartments in Jason’s utility belt until he found the long, coiled up cord in one of the larger sections. Then Jason was being dragged off the desk by his hair, wincing as the soft strands were yanked and pulled on. He made another attempt to twist free, only to be quickly thwarted by one of Bruce’s socked feet wrapping around his ankle and tripping him, sending Jason falling back into the large office chair. It was a heavy, wooden thing on wheels, obviously as antique as the rest of the furniture in the room and Jason would have brained himself on the back rest if it hadn’t been for the hand in his hair pulling his head forwards. He yelped in pain, hands instinctively grabbing onto the thick wooden arms in an attempt to push himself up and prevent further pain in his already aching scalp.

“Be still, or this is just going to hurt worse.” The gruff warning was all he got from the older man before his hair was finally released. Jason considered bolting again, but Bruce stood firmly between him and the door, and something in Jason’s subconscious told him Wayne was much more physically capable than he had initially thought. He glared as menacingly as possible, one hand reaching up to rub his aching head. Bruce tutted at him softly, spinning the chair around and grabbing both of Jason’s wrists, pulling them behind him. It didn’t take long for Bruce to tie them, looping the cord through the thick wooden slats in the back of the chair to keep Jason from standing. It was an easily escapable position, until Bruce found the nearly invisible seam between his clawed gloves and sleeves and pulled them off, depositing them on the desk.

“Isn’t that better? A declawed cat won’t scratch the furniture, will it?” When Jason was swiveled back around to face Bruce, the man’s face was still deadly serious, but there was a dangerous glint in his eyes that made Jason’s stomach drop. He was glancing between Jason and the deep scratches the gloves had left on his forearm. Jason squirmed in nervous anticipation, twisting his wrists to try and loosen the ties but the cord held tight. When Bruce was satisfied that he hadn't nicked any arteries, his full attention was back on Jason, who suddenly felt like the mouse in their little game.

“Tell me, Stray… What would be a fitting punishment for you? You broke into my home and ransacked my study, and then injured me when you were caught. You don’t really think I’ll just give a slut like you exactly what he wants and send him on his way, do you?” Jason swallowed hard when Bruce leaned over him, the older man’s breath ghosting over his cheek and sending a shudder down his spine when he spoke. “I thought you were supposed to be smart?”

“I-” Jason was cut off by one of those large, strong hands coming up to grip his jaw. Bruce turned his head from side to side, inspecting his face closely. Jason was torn between being deathly afraid and horrendously turned on by the manhandling. He squeezed his thighs together, feeling the wetness that had fully soaked his underwear begin to seep and spread beneath the latex. The latex between his thighs squeaked as it rubbed against itself and the sound was loud in the otherwise silent room. Bruce glanced down at Jason’s lap and huffed softly, his free hand moving to push Jason’s legs apart. Jason was briefly concerned about the obvious lack of bulge between his legs, but Bruce didn’t seem to care.

“Wet already? You really are just a whore.” Bruce dropped Jason's jaw, but before he could argue he was yelping in surprise as Bruce spread and lifted his legs, draping his knees over the arms of the chair. He was pulled forward to the edge of the chair, weight resting on his lower back so his latex-clad ass was exposed to Bruce entirely. It put an almost painful amount of strain on his shoulders to be pulled so far forward in the chair, and he tried to squirm back into a proper sitting position, but Bruce held him still. “Stay, or I promise you, this will go much, much worse than it has to.”

The threat had Jason's pussy twitching and drooling in his suit and he couldn't do anything but nod dumbly, not trusting his voice to stay even if he spoke. His legs involuntarily twitched as Bruce stood to full height to observe his handiwork. The anticipation built steadily as Bruce carefully observed him, his tied up prey twitching and squirming nervously as he waited for Bruce to make his next move.

It came so quickly Jason almost didn't notice his hand moving until it met latex with a loud snapping sound, right over Jason's drooling pussy. Jason jerked in the chair and howled in pain, back arching as he tried to pull away. His cunt spasmed beneath the latex as Bruce delivered another hard spanking. Jason instinctively kicked out with one leg, narrowly missing Bruce's side.

“I told you to stay still. Are you such a dumb slut you can’t even do that?” Jason shuddered and shook his head, squeezing his legs together tightly. Wayne tutted softly, looking somehow even more angry than he had when he discovered he was being robbed. He knelt to pick something up from the ground. When he stood, Jason paled seeing the thin, sharp letter opener that had been knocked from the desk in their previous struggle. He writhed harder, gritting his teeth as he attempted to free himself, but the cord held tight. He cursed himself for buying such high quality material.

Jason was equally confused and relieved when Bruce walked past him with the blade instead of driving it into him, but he craned his neck to follow the older man’s movements. He was shocked when Bruce used the blade to cut two long strips from the expensive linen curtains before he realized what they were for as Bruce returned to stand in front of him again.

“Wait! Stop, okay? I-” His protests were met with another hard slap, this time across his face. His head snapped to the side and Jason grunted in pain before glaring up at the towering figure before him. Bruce didn't dignify him with any verbal answer, instead grabbing one of Jason's calves and yanking hard, pulling him back into the same position as before. Jason used his free leg to kick at Bruce’s shoulder, but the angle was all wrong and there was little force behind it. It didn't take long for Bruce to tie his thighs to each of the armrests so tight Jason feared for his circulation for a brief moment. As Bruce stood, Jason realized he had much more to fear at this moment.

“I'm sorry! Please don’t-” Jason cried out again at the third slap to his pussy, which gushed and clenched around nothing at the stimulation. He let out a dry sob at the fourth, and began to writhe helplessly, thrashing in his bindings at the fifth. He lost count after that as the hard, unrelenting spankings rained down on his helpless cunt as he continued to cry out and struggle. Even the feeling of his soaked underwear rubbing against his aching clit with every movement was unbearably overstimulating and he went limp, gasping for breath. This led to a pause from Bruce before the man stepped closer, one hand closing around Jason’s left ankle. He rubbed it softly for a moment before tugging at the laces of his boot, watching Jason carefully as he loosened each cross of the laces before tugging the boot off, along with his sock. Jason’s ankle twitched as Bruce's hand ghosted over the sole of his bare foot before he repeated the process with the other shoe, discarding them to the ground with a soft thud. Jason let his head roll to the side, staring wide-eyed at Bruce through damp eyelashes. His breaths were heavy, chest heaving as Bruce absentmindedly rubbed the sole of his foot while watching Jason intently. Jason could feel the older man’s eyes wandering, likely deciding which part of Jason to target next. His pussy was burning with the sharp pain of the abuse lingering, but it was as wet as ever, steadily oozing more slick into the waterproof confines of the latex suit.

“That’s much better. All you need to behave yourself is a firm hand.” Jason swallowed hard and let his head drop back down against his chest. Was it over? His aching cunt couldn’t take any more. This much pain mixed with the heavy, persistent arousal would drive him insane if it continued. His breath hitched as a heavy hand returned to the hot space between his legs, but instead of another slap, Bruce gently rubbed at the latex, hand wandering over Jason’s cunt. He couldn't help but moan when those thick, strong fingers pressed down over his clit and Bruce focused in on the sensitive bud, pressing harder and rubbing it in small circles. God, it hurt to be touched at all, but that just made him more sensitive. Jason moaned, head thumping back against the wooden chair and rocking his hips as much as he could. He was providing Bruce with quite a sight, ass bouncing and chest heaving as he tried to rub his needy pussy harder against the man’s fingers.

“Shameless and greedy, aren't you?” Jason flushed with embarrassment, and Bruce just snorted softly in return. This time, Jason felt significantly less fearful as Bruce picked up the letter opener, even as he watched it disappear between his spread legs. With one hand on Jason’s thigh, he carefully poked a hole in the latex, his breath hitching softly as slick immediately dribbled out. He widened the hole carefully until there was a slit just long enough to expose Jason’s soaked panties. A black thong, dripping wet, greeted him and he made quick work of it, cutting the strings and pulling the ruined thing out of the latex suit. It was quickly discarded onto the floor. Bruce admired his handiwork between Jason's legs. His pussy was swollen, lips flushed a dark red from the spankings and his clit jutting out from between them proudly. He hummed appreciatively before giving Jason’s clit a hard pinch, pulling it until the wet bud slipped out of his fingers. Jason hissed in pain, back arching and Bruce watched, mesmerized as his cunt pulsed, pushing out another glob of slick that dripped down between the soft, round cheeks below. Bruce grabbed and tugged them apart to find his other hole wet with the runoff from his weeping pussy. Jason moaned softly and both his holes twitched invitingly, practically begging Bruce to fill them.

By now his cock was rock hard, tenting his sweatpants obscenely. Jason was salivating at the sight, wishing he could move to wrap his lips around the thick bulge. Bruce may have been patient, but he was no saint. He couldn't resist stepping forward to rub his still clothed cock over that slit in the latex, making sure to grind hard against Jason’s clit with every pass. The strong thighs under his hands twitched sporadically and the thief’s eyes fell closed, his lips parting to let his moans pass through them freely. Bruce grunted and pulled back enough to give Jason’s pussy another hard slap, enjoying the sound of the wet smack accompanied by Jason’s surprised squeal.

Jason’s eyes flew open at the sudden pain and he squirmed as Bruce thrusted against him again, the rough fabric soaking up his juices and providing painful friction against his clit. He could feel the familiar pressure building up in his stomach and his toes curled as he came, writhing and moaning as his pussy fluttered and further soaked Bruce's pants. He went limp once again, legs shaking from the force of his orgasm but Bruce didn’t stop grinding against him until his plump lips were an even darker red, rubbed raw from the soaked fabric sliding against them. Jason winced as Bruce used two fingers to spread them open, revealing his drooling hole and puffy, swollen clit. His cunt twitched and he moaned as Bruce thumbed at the dripping hole, teasing but not pushing in.

“Still so greedy… here too.” The thumb scooped up a bit of slick and moved down to probe at Jason’s rear hole, stretching the tight, twitching ring of muscle. Jason nodded and arched his back, shaking his hips to goad Bruce into pushing deeper.

“Fuck- please! Quit teasing, Wayne-” His tone came out more whiny than demanding or seductive, and it made Bruce chuckle. Jason scowled and kicked at Bruce with one naked foot, as best as he could with his legs tied. The man caught it easily with his unoccupied hand and raised an eyebrow at Jason, who met his gaze with a determined glare. Jason’s leg twitched when Bruce gently brushed his lips against the bottom of Jason’s foot.

“Seems someone hasn’t learned anything. Looks like you might need some more punishment before I can reward you.” Bruce’s voice was stern in a way that reminded Jason of a teacher, or maybe a boss at a boring 9-5 corporate job. But the words had him shuddering, both holes clenching as he shook his head rapidly. He had hardly opened his mouth to reply when Bruce spanked him again, immediately delivering several hard slaps to Jason's oversensitive cunt that had him crying out so loudly he wouldn't be surprised if the nearest neighbors a half mile away heard him. Long overdue tears ran down his cheeks as the torture only continued. Each spanking felt like fire lapping across his dripping cunt and it wasn’t long before Jason was sobbing and babbling nearly incoherent apologies. The few minutes that had passed felt like hours, and Jason was exhausted. When he weakly lifted his tear-soaked face, he could tell by the hungry look Bruce was giving him that the older man was just getting started.

Jason let out a little surprised yelp when Bruce leaned down over him, grabbing Jason’s jaw with his wet hand to plant a firm kiss on his lips. Jason moaned at the feeling of teeth nipping at his lower lip and let his mouth fall open to make way for Bruce’s tongue to slide in. It was soft, almost tender, compared to the rough handling Jason had received so far that it had him relaxing, sagging against the chair and letting Bruce take what he wanted. No matter how badly he wanted to bite back or beg for more, he knew it would only get him more spankings on his aching, throbbing cunt. Bruce looked satisfied with himself when he pulled back, taking in the sight of Jason’s spit soaked lips and the slightly dazed look in his eyes.

“That’s better, isn’t it?” Jason nodded dumbly in response.

“Yeah… yes.” Bruce chuckled at the simple answer and slipped a thumb into the hem of his sweatpants, tugging them down just enough to let his cock spring free. It was long and thick, larger than anything Jason had taken before. He could see how it had a slight curve, and there was already precum glistening on the tip in the moonlight. He could have drooled at the sight of it. He needed it inside him, immediately.

He didn't have to wait long for his wish to come true. Bruce approached, grabbing the letter opener with one hand and Jason’s chest with the other, letting his cock bob freely as he cut two more small slits in the latex suit, exposing Jason’s nipples to the cold air. His pecs bulged against the tight latex, and his nipples hardened almost immediately. Jason had thought he couldn't get any more obscene, but Bruce was easily proving him wrong. He was quite a sight to see now, his ‘tits’ and pussy practically pouring out of the tight latex, tied up and dripping onto the wooden floor. As soon as Bruce set the letter opener back down, he was grabbing the base of his cock and lining up with Jason's dripping hole.

Jason didn’t even have time to start begging before he was being filled, Bruce’s cock stretching his cunt open as he pushed in as deep as he could with one smooth stroke. His balls slapped against Jason’s swollen cunt and he moaned, head tilting back. The sheer size was right on the edge of too much, but Jason couldn't even try to catch his breath before Wayne was pulling out and slamming back in even harder. Jason let out a choked, broken moan as Bruce set an unforgiving pace right out of the gate, thrusting so hard Jason was surprised the chair didn't roll back into the wall. With every thrust, Jason could feel the bouncing of his pecs and rippling of his ass, but by this point he was beyond any embarrassment over his position. Bruce was grunting on top of him with every thrust, his neatly combed hair falling down to tickle at Jason’s forehead. The room was filled with a lewd, wet squelch and every movement of Bruce’s hips punched another breathy moan from Jason’s chest.

It didn’t take long before Jason's legs were shaking again. His moans got louder and higher as he came but Bruce didn’t let up, fucking into his tight, wet heat even faster and harder, egged on by the breathy moans coming from Jason. One large hand grabbed at Jason’s chest, squeezing the soft muscle and rolling the sensitive nipple between two fingers. Jason arched his back, pussy squeezing harder around Bruce’s cock as he pushed his chest further out. The second orgasm left him twitching, mouth open wide as he choked on a silent moan and squeezed his eyes closed. Every thrust of Bruce’s hips forced more slick out of Jason’s cunt, soaking Bruce’s sweats even further and pooling on the floor below. When Bruce spoke, his voice was strained as he focused on plowing his cock into Jason’s pussy.

“Fuck, you’re such a whore- You should see yourself right now. Your body can’t help but beg for more, can it?” Jason let out a long whine in protest, but Bruce paid him no mind. “Even after I make you cum twice, your greedy little pussy wants more. I bet I could keep you like this for hours, tied up and cumming, and you'd still not be satisfied.”

Jason shook his head, eyes filling with tears as he helplessly objected. Every drag of Bruce’s cock inside his oversensitive cunt felt like a knife piercing into him, but even so he could feel a third orgasm quickly building. He’d never endured this many orgasms before, and definitely not so close together. It was making it hard for Jason to think of anything other than the cock pummeling his insides or the rough fingertips pinching and pulling at his exposed nipples, which had started to get red and puffy from the abuse. The jewelry, which now laid spilled across the floor, was long forgotten.

Bruce’s steady, rhythmic thrusts began to grow erratic as he fucked harder and faster into Jason’s twitching hole. Jason’s eyes widened as he realized what was coming, but before he could stutter out a protest, Bruce was finishing deep inside him. He continued to thrust, pushing his cum further inside Jason, rolling his hips as he rode out his orgasm. Jason moaned helplessly, head falling to the side as he squeezed around the twitching cock inside him, his pussy milking Bruce for every drop. One of Bruce's hands dropped to press against his stomach, right on the bulge created by Bruce's cock, and that was all it took for Jason to cum again with a hoarse cry. His worn out cunt spasmed around Bruce’s slightly softened cock and he thrashed against his bindings as a mix of his own cum and Bruce’s spurted out around the man's cock.

Bruce gave a couple slow, deep thrusts before easing his cock out and admiring the mess he had made of his intruder. Cum dripped out from between the swollen, red lips of his pussy as they twitched with the aftershocks of three powerful orgasms. His head lolled back to stare up at Bruce, eyes wet with tears and his chin dripping with drool that had escaped his parted lips. His nipples were stiff and swollen from the abuse Bruce had bestowed upon them, chest heaving as he sucked in heavy breaths interrupted only by soft, hiccuping sobs. The latex suit was shining with Jason’s spit, tears and cum. He looked perfectly ruined.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it? You took your spankings well, once you managed to stay still.” Bruce cooed softly and ran a hand through Jason's messy hair. Jason pouted and squirmed, growing uncomfortable with the position he had been tied into for who knows how long. He didn’t dream of arguing, however. His aching cunt wouldn't be able to take any more abuse. Lesson learned, he supposed. Bruce Wayne was just as insane as any Arkham patient.

Jason was still trying to catch his breath when Bruce began to untie him, gently lowering his trembling legs to the floor. The squeak of wet latex filled the room and he moved to sit up in the chair, ignoring the sting of his pussy against the cold wood of the chair. He was hesitant to move once his hands were untied, but he knew he needed to leave before Wayne changed his mind and called the police. He stood slowly, only for his legs to buckle and send him falling. Luckily he caught himself on the desk, bending over it to take the weight off his trembling legs. He glared at the man over his shoulder, who had tucked his soft cock back into his soaked sweats and was giving Jason a rather smug look.

“Don’t. Say. Anything.” Jason snarled and ignored the soft huff of laughter he was met with.

“As feral as ever, aren’t you? I should have known that wouldn't tame you.” Bruce sat and leaned back in the chair Jason had previously occupied, watching as Jason carefully bent to retrieve his boots and socks. The ripped, soaked thong seemed to taunt him and Jason glared at it. It was going to be a ridiculous feat to get home like this. He didn't need a mirror to know he looked like a wrecked pornstar with his tits and pussy on display, the latter dripping thick globs of Wayne’s cum down his thighs where the milky white stood out against black latex. Bruce tutted softly, raising an eyebrow. “Leaving so soon, Stray? Don’t you want your reward? You did so well, it would be a shame to leave empty-handed.” Jason glanced over his shoulder, levelling Wayne with a suspicious glare.

“Oh yeah? What’s the reward for a guy who just tried to rob you? A jail sentence?” Bruce laughed, that same dangerous glint in his eye from earlier. He shook his head and gestures to the jewelry on the floor.

“I’ll let you take as much as you can carry, but…” He reached out and firmly grabbed Jason's waist, pulling him closer to get a hand between his legs. Jason was too weak in the legs to resist as two fingers prodded at his cunt. “You can only take what you let me put in here” The fingers moved back to rub a firm circle around his rear hole, which twitched at the stimulation. “And in here. What do you say?” Jason balked, face immediately flushing a dark, embarrassed red. But the shining jewelry drew his gaze back down to the floor and he set his jaw. Bringing home the jewelry, regardless of how he obtained it or carried it, would be worth it.

“Fine…” Jason stepped back and pulled himself up onto the desk, sitting on the edge and planting his bare feet on the armrests of the chair Bruce was seated in. This put Bruce almost at eye level with both his swollen, dripping pussy and his untouched ass, which was smeared with both of their cum. Bruce hummed approvingly, leaning down to gather the spilled jewelry from the floor before wrapping both arms around Jason's thighs and burying his face between them, licking and sucking at his oversensitive clit. Jason squealed in surprised pleasure, thighs immediately closing around Bruce's head and his back arching. Bruce moved from his clit to lap up all the cum from between his lips before burying his tongue in Jason’s hole. Jason’s hands flew to Bruce's head, grabbing the greying roots and trying to shove him off, but Bruce only gave him a chastising glare and shoved his tongue deeper.

Jason tried to stay still, one hand gripping Bruce’s hair for stability and the other coming up to his mouth to muffle the obscene sounds spilling free, but each time Bruce’s tongue brushed against a new place inside him, his legs twitched and kicked out involuntarily. Bruce didn't seem to mind his squirming as he kept himself busy between Jason’s legs, one hand releasing his thigh to gather the mix of spit and cum and start probing at Jason's asshole. Jason‘s hand couldn’t do much to muffle his moans as Bruce's fingers stretched him out, slowly thrusting and scissoring him open until he could squeeze a third finger inside. Jason‘s fourth orgasm took him by surprise as it tore through him, leaving his legs practically numb as they twitched on Bruce's broad, muscular shoulders. Jason’s eyes screwed shut as he cried out and collapsed back onto the desk, sending more papers fluttering to the floor.

Bruce gave a final wet, sloppy kiss to Jason's clit before pulling back, relishing in the quiet whimper of the thief sprawled over his desk. By the time Jason opened his eyes, Bruce was looming over him, looking nearly as debauched as Jason felt. The lower half of his face was soaked and his hair was a mess. Something shiny caught Jason's eye and he flushed as he realized what it was. The pearl necklace from the safe.

He didn't even have to tell Jason to open his legs this time before he was grabbing the backs of his own thighs and spreading himself wide, both holes winking invitingly. Bruce let out a satisfied groan before bringing the necklace to Jason’s pussy and slowly feeding it in one pearl at a time Jason groaned softly as he felt them roll and clink against each other inside him, his sensitive walls soothed by the cold jewelry. It didn't take Bruce long to feed the necklace in, popping the final pearl inside with a wet squelch. Jason shuddered as every twitch of his walls moved them around, providing more stimulation with each involuntary movement. As Bruce pulled his hand away to retrieve two matching pearl bracelets, Jason could feel the necklace slipping free. He clenched down as hard as he could, moaning wantonly as his cunt held onto the jewelry tight. Bruce sighed softly and used his thumb to push the couple of pearls that escaped right back in to join the rest of the necklace.

Jason let out a soft sigh and relaxed as Bruce fed the first bracelet in the exact same way he had the necklace, quickly followed by the second. His pussy felt so full with the pearls rolling around inside him. But he had to clench himself tightly to prevent them from slipping out of his wet, loosened entrance. Bruce took his time picking through the little pile of jewelry before plucking out a thick gold chain. He held it out straight before slipping it between Jason’s folds. Instead of pressing it into his hole with the pearls, he slowly pulled the chain back and forth through Jason’s slit, coating it in the juices oozing from his already stuffed hole. Jason flinched and moaned, nearly losing his grip on the pearls as the cold metal links tugged back and forth across his abused clit.

Once Bruce was satisfied that the chain was sufficiently lubricated, he slowly fed it into Jason’s rear hole, which fluttered and attempted to push out the cold metal. It took much longer than filling his used, stretched cunt but soon enough, the chain was fully inside except for one side of the clasp. Jason was now gripping his own thighs so tight, he wouldn't be surprised if he broke skin as he focused on keeping the jewelry, especially the pearls, inside himself. Bruce carefully swatted his hands away before pulling Jason's thighs closed.

“Be still, and keep them all inside, or else you won’t get to keep them.” Bruce reminded him sternly before he was pulling his hardened cock back out and pressing it between the backs of Jason’s thighs. Jason moaned as Bruce began to fuck his thighs as earnestly as he had fucked his cunt only minutes earlier, the head poking out between jason’s thighs with every thrust. The head dragged over his sore clit and between his chubby folds in a way that hurt his sore, overstimulated nerves but he was too focused on clenching down to care, determined to win their little game and keep the jewelry inside him. Bruce grabbed the back of Jason's knees and pushed them up until his thighs pressed against his chest, allowing him to grind the head of his cock directly against Jason's clit. Being so stuffed full and folded in half created a familiar feeling in Jason’s bladder and his eyes flew open as he tried to shove Bruce off.

“Wait-! Stop-! I’m gonna pee-” Jason choked on his own words, squeezing his eyes closed as Bruce continued to rut against him, completely ignoring the warning. Jason’s cunt pulsed around the pearls as he fought to hold everything inside. Tears formed in his eyes, squeezing out of the corners of his closed lids and he sobbed as he lost control, squeezing his thighs tighter around Bruce's cock as his bladder emptied itself all over Bruce, himself, the desk and the floor below. The relief of his bladder emptying drew another weak orgasm from his writhing form, this one dry and painful as he sobbed and clawed at Bruce’s arms.

The sight of Jason crying as he came and wet himself must have been enough to send Bruce over the edge. He angled his cock down just enough to press the head into Jason’s already stuffed cunt alongside the pearls as he came, coating them in his own spend as they were churned around by the rapid pulsing of Jason’s insides as he orgasmed. Bruce let out a satisfied sigh as he carefully lowered Jason’s legs, holding them together still to keep as much cum inside as possible. The only sign he was even still conscious was the soft, hiccuping sobs escaping his lips as he laid entirely limp over the desk.

There was no way his wrecked cunt would be able to hold the jewelry inside for more than a couple minutes. Bruce spread the younger man’s legs slightly to peer between them, which only confirmed it. The cum-soaked pearls immediately began to slip free, which drew another sob from the thief sprawled across the desk. Bruce tutted softly, retrieving one of the shredded sections of curtain to wipe away any excess fluid before pulling a roll of clear packing tape from his desk drawer. He quickly shoves the pearls back inside Jason’s spent hole before laying a long strip of tape over it, from just above his clit to his taint. He pats the tape softly and Jason flinches at the contact to his overstimulated pussy, whining softly. He manages to sit up halfway and fix Bruce with a glare, which isn't very menacing with his splotchy cheeks and watery eyes.

“You’re a fuckin’ dick, Bruce Wayne.” Bruce laughs and leans in to drop a chaste kiss against Jason's jaw before whispering in his ear.

“And you’re a whore, Stray. Take good care of those pearls; they were my mother’s.” He chuckles at the sight of the debauched young man’s dumbstruck expression.

“You’re fuckin’ kidding.” Jason pulls himself up to stand on wobbly legs, the tape crinkling as it pulls on sensitive skin and he winces. Wayne just shakes his head and leers at him, that stupid, satisfied smirk plastered across his face. Jason scoffs and shoves past him, trying his best and failing to walk normally. He needs to get away from this insane ass old man while he has the chance. Bruce doesn’t follow, and Jason sighs in relief as he stumbles through the halls and squeezes back out the window.

Now he just has to find out how to get home without being seen like this…