Bruce was on high alert.
This little game of theirs wouldn't be any fun if it were easy for Bruce to squirm out of his restraints until Jason judged him good and ready, and they had both invested effort into improving the system until there was nothing Bruce could do to escape.
Total surrender.
But Bruce could sense that he was at someone else's mercy tonight.
The footsteps had been lighter than Jason's. He'd sensed their hesitation when they walked in. The hands exploring his body were definitely smaller. Bruce tensed. Tim? He would have never thought Tim Drake would be just as filthy as he and Jason were. Tim had always been more… compartmentalized. Tidy. If Bruce weren't so soundly gagged, he would have told Tim he was better off not doing this. It wasn't worth the doubt and regret that he'd have to nurse later. Braced as he was for the impending trauma to his adopted son, nothing prepared him for the voice he finally heard when his molester finally spoke up.
"I wonder who you were waiting for, Father."
Bruce gagged. He whipped his head around to face his son. His biological son. In the suffocating silence, they could both hear his stomach start to churn, and Bruce wouldn't put it past Damian to hear the thundering of his heart.
Sneering, snarling, dropping his voice to its most commanding timbre, Bruce jerked his head violently towards the door, and said, "Get. out," clipping his consonants in the back of his throat as cleanly as he could to get his message past the large ball gag cranking his jaw open.
Damian didn't leave.
He sat kneeling at Bruce's left side, one hand reaching across to softly pinch Bruce's right nipple, and smoothing over Bruce's flank with the other.
Then the nipple was abandoned and Damian's hand slid low, past Bruce's cock, cupping his balls, thumb pressing and massaging each one. Bruce reacted violently, shaking his shoulders to try to break out of the restraints or at least snap free from being trussed up against the column behind him.
Would that he had been a little more absent minded today.
But he'd wanted it so bad today. He'd been meticulous with every fastening. He wanted to have to kneel and wait until Jason got here with no chance of escape. And if Jason was held up as he sometimes was, and Bruce had to wait for hours without any respite? All the better.
So there was no escaping his bonds. Nothing to do but sit here and suffer Damian's slim fingers squeezing his nutsack experimentally, now gently, now hard enough to cause Bruce to groan and double over as much as his restraints allowed.
He spoke again, and again it was only the best he could do around the gag. "Stop."
Damian gave his balls one last hard squeeze, the other hand still lovingly caressing the small of his back, before raising his grip to the head of Bruce's cock and clenching tight.
Caught between a moan and foul curses, Bruce growled to prevent all of the above.
Damn that Cialis, and damn whatever his monstrous brain was thinking, but he was hard and getting harder.
Damian's soft mouth appeared at his cheek, kissing him over the stubble, and when Bruce jerked his head away, his son kissed the side of his neck, which was even worse. Jerking his head back to push Damian from his neck didn't help - Damian merely ducked down and kissed his chest.
And all the while, he kept stroking Bruce's cock. With horror, Bruce realized he'd been thrusting up into the touch without realizing it and froze.
"Damian," he attempted to enunciate again. "You're sixteen. Stop."
Damian clicked his tongue and pulled away, resting both hands on Bruce's hips.
"Why do you even bother using a gag if you're so good at making yourself understood?"
They sat there a moment in silence, Bruce angry and horny, glaring at his young son through the blindfold, his cock throbbing and starting to leak in earnest.
Then Damian stood. And with horror, Bruce registered the unmistakable sound of clothes coming off.
Damian made quick work of it, then kneeled back down to undo Bruce's gag.
The moment his mouth was free, Bruce began to assault him rapid fire. "Damian, this is a huge breach in boundaries. You had no right coming in here. You're too young for this, too young for me, and I want you out of my room immediate - "
He was interrupted by something soft being shoved into his mouth, and before he could resist, it was shoved all the way in and plugged back up with the gag, leaving Bruce literally gagging as the fabric brushed the back of his throat.
Judging by the taste, it was Damian's sock.
"Now, Father, I really don't care. So put a sock in it."
Both hands returned to his cock, squeezing, massaging, twisting, and Bruce thought he might start crying every time Damian's thumb ran across the slit and his cock jumped eagerly in those slim, strong hands.
Damian let go, shifting, and the next time Bruce felt something touch him, it was Damian's backside. Pert, soft buttocks, goose-pimpled, covered in soft hair, and much cooler than Damain's hands had been, pressed insistently against Bruce's crotch. His young body, despite being bound up with muscle, still had prominent shoulder blades that pressed hard into Bruce's chest. Bony elbows bumped into him as Damian got himself settled, moaning, reaching back to grab Bruce's sides, his buttocks.
And there was nothing Bruce would really say now, not with the sock so soundly lodged halfway down his throat. There was nothing he hadn't already said. And his dick, brushed gently by the cool skin and soft hairs of his son's buttocks, grew only harder as he imagined pressing it between the mounds of shapely muscle and into the hotter, hairier crevice between them, and past that…
Bruce shuddered head to toe.
He said "Stop," again, best he could, but it was only half-hearted at this point. Futility was staring him down, and Bruce was just here to absorb whatever other shocks and bumps fate had in store for him tonight.
Damian spoke up, one hand squeezing Bruce's thigh, the other could be heard clearly stroking his own dick. "I've been wanting to try this for ages. Father, you have no idea how much porn I watch every day. But it's like I'm on the outside looking in, just like at school. Sex is for normal people. Well-adjusted people. I'm a freak. I'm damaged. Even you and Dick still think it sometimes. I see it in your eyes. Imagine my surprise as I walked around the house, thinking about a nice big dick, and opened the door only to find the exact object of my desire waiting for me, already half-hard."
Bruce wanted to argue, but there wasn't a single intelligible sound he could get past his improved gag and Damian was reaching back for his dick, lining it up with his rim, and all Bruce could do as his head slipped into that willing and impossibly tight heat was to refrain from thrusting up into it.
He heard Damian curse under his breath about the size, and there certainly didn't seem to be enough lube involved, but he was too far gone to even worry about his son anymore, his brain on refrain repeating, "I'm not going to last. I'm not going to last. I'm not going to last."
His arms strained against the restraints as Damian began to move experimentally and to Bruce's great shame, it wasn't to escape. He wanted so badly to grip those narrow, inexperienced hips and slam them down onto him properly, make Damian cry out and beg and try to pull back off, saying it was too big and too fast, and have no choice but to continue to be reamed out. He wanted Damian to repent and beg for more lube, which he clearly hadn't noticed lying nearby, and had only used Bruce's precome and perhaps his own saliva. He wanted Damian to be so sore, his abused hole to be gaping so wide, that his son would never even think about taking anything else in the ass ever again.
"Looks like you could use a little more lube."
Damian gasped, and Bruce's head jerked in the direction of the familiar voice.
"If you're cringing that bad trying to ride someone, and not even getting the whole length in, you're not doing it right," Jason continued sympathetically. He'd entered the room through the window without making a noise, but now he moved with heavy, commanding footfalls towards them, making a small detour to where Bruce always left the bottle of lubricant.
"Todd…" Damian began, voice defensive and angry.
"Save it, rugrat, and get off his dick."
Bruce sagged in relief.
But Damian didn't go far. He'd only just pulled off of Bruce's twitching dick when Jason kneeled down next to them. There was the sound of the lube cap clicking. Damian squawked indignantly, which was followed by obscene squelching right above Bruce's lap.
Bruce waited, suspecting the unbelievable, but not daring to believe it.
Then Damian, shins still pressed to Bruce's shins on either side, moaned. And Jason, absolute monster that he was, leaned in to kiss Bruce's brow.
"Hey, B. Can't believe you would get started without me like this."
Bruce tried to grunt in protest, tried to pull against his restraints again, but Jason was either fucking or fingerbanging his son right in his lap, and this sole thought consumed him, leaving him throbbing and dying to get back inside Damian's perfect little hole.
"That should be enough. How about we test it out?"
With a slick hand, Jason grabbed Bruce's cock and held it in place as Damian sat back once more.
This time, he sank deep, smoothly, only restrained by Damian's own muscles twitching nervously around him.
"There we go. Better, right?"
"Much," Damian admitted, voice faint and shaking.
"I hope you don't mind if I help out? Daddy dearest likes it deep and rough."
And Damian started moving at a pace that suggested Jason was gripping his hips and setting the tempo. Damian yelped, then moaned, then cried out, all while his hands scrambled for purchase, trying to cling to Bruce's legs but torn away by Jason's punishing pace.
Bruce had no chance of holding out longer than he did. Moaning low but loud, he thrust up into Damian's tight hole as he lost control, awash with warm fuzzy pleasure. In his lap, Damian continued to be bounced, punching soft little sounds from him, and extending Bruce's deep orgasm.
Jason finally let up, and Bruce grunted in gratitude, feeling his cock twitch inside Damian's pulsing muscles.
"Had enough, kid? Or want one more? This one's even bigger."
Bruce would hear Damian's swallow. He could feel through his dick, the way the body balanced on top of his bobbed, that Damian nodded.
"No problem. Turn around."
Damian sat facing Bruce, his nose and mouth pressed to Bruce's neck, soft nervous breaths tickling across Bruce's skin. Wiry but muscular arms wrapped around Bruce's neck, and for a moment, Bruce was once again struck by the realization that this was his child, his son.
But then Damian moaned and the notion evaporated as he was rocked into Bruce's body by Jason's harsh thrusts. Bruce felt Damian's knees slide apart wider.
Damian started to grunt with the thrusts, pushing back.
"You gonna jerk yourself off or do you want me to do it?"
After a brief moment of deliberation, Damian's right arm unwrapped itself clumsily from Bruce's neck and disappeared.
Bruce had just one last time to remember who exactly was leaning on him, who was panting desperately and sweetly into his ear, when Damian's come landed on his junk, and Damian arched, moaning much more loudly than anyone else in this bedroom ever had, setting Bruce on edge.
Sixteen.
Christ, he was never going to wash down the guilt.
As Damian panted between them, Jason reached over to undo Bruce's gag and pull the sock out.
"Damian and I are going to go wash up, and then I'll come back to untie you."
Bruce nodded numbly. Jason had left him in more uncomfortable situations before.
"And then maybe we can all go for round two. Happy birthday, Bruce."
Bruce tensed. "What?"
"Oops, gotta go. C'mon, Damian, time to hit the showers."
As they scrambled away, Bruce's blindfolded world started to tip sideways.
"You tricked me into coming here, knowing he'd be like this?" he heard Damian ask, moving in the direction of the master bath.
"I may or may not have dug up your stash of Batman and Robin porn while we had our little blackmail war a while back. Wanted to see what you'd do. Not like I made you come in here and sit on his dick. That was allll you, little brother."
Bruce beat his head against the column behind him. Jason was going to be the absolute death of him.
