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—Halloween.
The Joker goons were a storm and flooded in, his arm was dragged by an unknown and thrashed forward along with the circus. “What’s going on?” His voice only added to the chaotic cacophony of Joker goons running from all over, swarming the streets of Gotham and polluting it with intense colours. Spiked hair were dyed green while purple lips were rung with piercings and black eyeliner lined their eyes. They screamed and hollered as unaware Gotham residents fled in terror and slipped into alleyways to escape their rutty route. Eventually the goons came to a stop but not a natural one, the spearhead bumped into a massive wall of Joker goons who had been first to the action, these goons shouted back at them with terrible egos and an overall excitement that bled into frustration. Before he was even conscious of it he had been filed and funnelled into a straight line of Joker goons who stood awaiting something. “Can someone tell me what is going on?” All around him Joker goons were patiently waiting while, one by one, people at the front would come walking by buckling and tightening up their belts. Some people stopped them and asked what was going on but they would only shrug and smirk: “y’all find out soon ‘kay?”
The goon’s feet started to pat against the concrete like raindrops, ten minutes had passed and the line had been cut itself down. Every word he shouted out for the line to ‘hurry up’ was only pushed back by the swell of the chorus of Joker goons screaming and squawking like zoo animals. Their crowd had caught the attention of other heroes too, at the rooftops surrounding them were perched what looked to be Nightwing, Green Arrow and Black Canary, but for whatever reason they didn’t attack, simply they watched. “Honestly what could be the meaning of this all?” The atmosphere was so loud that his spoken words could replace his inner thoughts.
When the line cut down a little he was finally able to see something new. A dapper man sat upon a ledge in the wall, his legs contorted and with an uncomfortable body posture. His trademark smile was cackled over his face, it stretched all of his wrinkles and lines and made him like more like a statuette than a real person. Sometimes I wonder that myself. That there’s a real person inside that bag of meat. Someone who decided to call himself the Joker.
Joker was hooting and hollering, animated as ever he only added to the cacophony by monologuing something that only the front of the line could understand. Although, now the goon was able to pick apart and slightly understand what was happening here, “so this is a Joker plot, huh? Guess I should have confidence in the boss’s plan”. The Crown Prince of Crime seemed more joyous than ever, if that was even possible. Sat upon the ledge he was like a chirping chimp, clapping his hands and cackling over to himself. His ghostly finger would point out what seemed to be little action pointers and when someone from the front of the queue exited Joker would acknowledge them. A Joker goon walked past him, a strange stink perforating off him like… sweat for sure, but what’s the other one? There was something more muddy, more cloudy coming from him, a smell that was somewhat dry and aerated, it made his nose twitched, he could’ve sworn he had smelt it before. It seemed like a common smell, but not like one he had smelt in public before. The Joker goon’s trousers were slight damp with liquid, they’re so fucking careless, they nearly spilt vodka onto me on the way here.
Thirty people were in the line in front of him now and he could pick out and tell what these people were shouting out: “Take it good!”, “That’s damn right, stretch it out Bonk!”, “Don’t mess with Joker’s goons again!” It didn’t help him though. He was starting to get an apprehensive feeling though. He wasn’t sure why.
The goons were a mob, shouting and screaming hate-filled comments and vitriolic statements, who are they addressing that too? His heart started to pound in his chest as the line was cutting down inch by inch, behind him the goons were shouting encouragement while in front of him they were filthy and vulgar. He was trapped between them! The sounds of something sloppy complimented Joker’s yapping and the smell was terrible and accented with body odour and something… more odious. It was rank. But it was a strange familiar smell. I’ve told you I’ve smelt that before! I’ve smelt it a lot. The goon in front of him suddenly tightened up and that was when he realised the line had diminished and that this goon’s ass was hanging out. His trousers were down by his ankles and the muscles of his beautiful butt were clenching and tightening. The sight horrified him, what the fuck is going on! He thought in fear now. The man was moving away now. He had pulled up his trousers and was buckling his belt. The goon swept away and now he had to approach whatever the man had been attending. The air grew still, the shadows submerged in to greet him, it felt like the light had been shut and the spotlight had been switched onto him. Joker’s lips were moving, no doubt telling him to go on and get with him. He fired a shot into the air: BANG his fake gun went. Bang. Bang. The words were starting to fall on him like the start of an avalanche. But the goon had walked away. Now Batman was in front of him.
Cum filled his hole like a Christmas stuffing. It spilled out of his ass and stuck to his tan cheeks like moss. Down by the ground, the ground had become painted in white as though snow had fallen. It was as slippery as ice and as he stepped in he nearly fell face first into Batman’s cum-filled ass. He steadied himself though. Hands went onto Batman’s ass to hold himself up but it made the vigilante moan lowly and forced cum to shoot out of his hole like a geyser. Fuck! A burn crawled up his back. They want me to fuck Batman?! All these goons are lined up to fuck Batman?! “Well, what are you waiting for?!” Joker questioned, frustrated. “Bat’s ass is literally begging for your pecker”.
He looked back down at Batman, he was wearing the cowl as ever and his eyes were whited out but it was as though he could see how dull and lazy his pupils were. They must’ve been rolling into the back of his head with pleasure. The Bat was folded up like a pretzel, thick legs like tree trunks held up while his enormous back was rested against a mangy brick wall. His upper body was like the face of a pyramid, muscled and defined all over, his skin was so tan he looked brown, I would’ve thought he’d be so pale under that costume. Batman’s chest had hair throughout though he wasn’t hairy like a carpet. He looked the figure of testosterone, even his dick was enormous, it was like an enormous python, the more he followed its length the more it never ended! And it was rock hard too! It was the biggest dick he had ever seen - not that I go around looking at dicks! Right up close to Batman now he could take in just how much of a unit the vigilante was. He looked like he ate boulders for breakfast and munched on the souls of puny goons in the night. But… but he was right here. Laying back against the wall, ass hanging out, bred like a cum-stock.
“Isn’t this… rape?” He treaded and asked Joker.
“Rape?” Joker uttered as if haunted by the word. “Do you think I would want to rape the Batman? Where’s the fun in that? He’s the one who requested this”.
“Excuse me?! What!”
“Oh yeah”, Joker nodded as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Me an’ Ol’ Batsy here went for a little walk, shall we say, down memory lane. He said we would never stop fighting - fine that has nought to do with me! - but Batsy really wanted to bring this to an end. Well, where’s the fun in that? You can’t just ask the Joker to stop committing crime, it’d be like asking the postman to stop delivering post. No, no, no. So we decided every Halloween night, Batman will run the train of the Joker's goons to stop them from doing crime on this day. Happy GoonDay”.
“GoonDay? You mean this is going to happen every year?”
“Are you going to fuck him or not, I’ve got a whole queue of horny gooners back here!”
He was too stunned to reply. Joker’s milky hand slapped one of Batman’s fluorescent maroon butt-cheeks and it sent out cum spurting out onto his stomach like a bloodstain. Batman’s cum-clogged asshole spoke something unintelligible. Joker was staring him down, the goon was in front of the boss, he didn’t want to just refuse his order, and if this was really Batman’s idea… The goon undressed. Quickly.
His dick was finally out and he prepped it to puncture but looking at Batman’s tunnelled asshole he hesitated. It was literally overflowing with the sloppy seconds of tens of men and his tip shrunk back. This is too much, even for a Joker goon. Joker clutched his dick though and charged it into Batman’s ass like a spear.
“Wait that’s gay!” He flinched at Joker’s manly touch. Holy fuck he’s touching my dick!
“You’re going to fuck another man in the ass and you call this gay? You’re going be swimming in a lot of alabaster man-squirt gay boy”, Joker taunted and shoved him in. The cum fell all over his dick like a white avalanche, it submerged him and drowned his dick. He couldn’t tell where Batman’s ass started and where it ended! It was all full of sloppy cum! But he found himself getting harder regardless! Fuck! This is really gross. It’s all loose and sloppy and disgusting. Joker’s pale hand felt dead and gaunt as he tried to force him in and out of Batman. A sour taste in his mouth was putting his mind off but his dick was swimming through the sloppy seconds and it was turning him on slightly. From behind, the hooligans were spurning him on, some of them clapped his back violently with supporting slashes. Joker was screaming out orders and jerking his dick, Batman’s tan muscled skin was glistening with cum, delightful low groans were escaping him; everything was assaulting his senses it was overstimulating as he was getting harder.
Somewhere along the way the sensations were burning their way through his mentality and defences, his dick kept sloshing up cum in Batman’s ass and the sloppy sounds were becoming music to his ears. His hips started to move without him doing so and his head fell backwards in pleasure without him doing so. His dick was tingling, his hands were itching to get at some of that Bat-skin. Batman had pecs that were as big as boobs, his hands glanced at them temptously but his mind wrestled back control and he refused. Just get your nut and go. He looked over to Joker who was smiling right in his face, yet his smile was like a sneer. “What’re you looking at me for?” Joker rapidly teased. “Fuck some Bat-butt, boy! Yer not expecting me to dirty talk are ya?”. Joker leapt down from his ledge and approached them. “You ever been beaten up by Batsy?”
He shook his head. “No. Not really”.
“Really? Well there goes that for hate fucking.”
His hips slapped against Batman’s ass, a sticky connection formed between them as cum hugged both of their skin. His dick was stabbing into Batman’s full ass and ejecting spurts of cum as though he had a circulation of cum rather than blood within him. Around him his vision was tunnelling slightly, background noises fading into shadowed shouts and even Joker’s face lost its details and became a simple milky white texture. Batman was in front of him and that was all he focused on. The Caped Crusader was being continuously slammed into and it forced his shoulders to hit back against the damp brick wall, his legs were slightly bent at the knees like a woman giving birth, it allowed him to really stretch out and take that dick. How must this have felt when he was still thinking? The goon thought as he stared down at Batman. His face was hidden behind the mask, his eyes still whited out, but there was a man behind that, a man who had a mission to stop crime and a man who was currently taking dick after dick. A masculine vigour was overtaking the goon’s mind, his heart was beating faster and pumping ancient hormones, he was the hardest he had ever been in his life and was ravishing Batman’s g-spot. The continued smashing spasmed Batman’s legs, he lost his weight from under him and his spine slunk from the brick wall. Batman almost fell from the wall but the goon caught him quickly, Jesus, he’s heavy. The extreme effort in holding Batman up was making his lips puff out like a dragon and Joker quickly jumped down to help him back up. Once he was back up, Batman sighed and his tongue lolled out a little. Holy-Holy shit, did Batman just hit the ahegao face? Did my dick just make THE Batman hit the ahegao face? His hips surged with power and he fucked Batman’s ass with intense pace, Joker clapped out a concert and exclaimed merrily.
“See. I just knew you’d come around!”
He ignored the Joker and fucked on. Sweat was trickling down his forehead and burning his eyes, Batman was moaning like a pornstar now - his gruff voice reaching higher peaks than a rollercoaster. Joker clapped out in sync with the claps of his dick and balls against Batman’s ass, it made the cacophony of sexual sounds even greater. The goon leered over Batman, sweat pouring off his chest like melting icicles, it splattered over Batman’s doused, sweaty, hairy and cum-soaked tan chest. The goon’s hands shot out to press himself against the brick wall and he yearned to get deeper in Batman’s cheeks, leaning onto the wall he dug into Batman’s ass with all his power, pressing their naked, sweaty and cum-soaked bodies together. Splat. Sweat spilled from his hair onto Batman’s dark cowl, shining and lubricating the material.
Something was coiling at his balls and it jerked his leg up to support on a ledge, with the new leverage he pressed his dick balls deep into the Batman and he drilled and drilled his ass. Batman’s walls were pulsing as his dick shuffled in and out, it was desperately trying to tighten and hold him in but he was so loose from the other guys already it would never work. The sloppy messy sounds pounded like drums, and it only ended when the goon finally stopped fucking Batman, when he felt he was going to cum.
At the stoppage the rush of adrenaline disappeared and everything became aware once again. The pungent disgusting smell of tumbling cum, the feeling of it rushing around his dick and Batman’s ass, the storm of sweat that hung around the stale hot air, the stickiness of cum that hugged Batman and him. Joker was there again, a proud smile on his face and a raised eyebrow as if to say: ‘didn’t I say it’d be good’. He should’ve felt disgusted. Instead he reached out and mushed Batman’s giant pecs together, squeezing them like big boobs. He started fucking him once again. Every thrust that punched the Batman made his boobs jiggle like jelly. His fingers pinched and twisted Batman’s brown nipples and made him scream out in anguish, that made Joker laugh and he raised a pale hand to high-five but when the goon gave the high-five Joker regretted the gesture since cum and sweat stuck to his hand now.
Then a burst of white flew across the Batman’s stomach and splattered against his big boobs, the crowd behind him erupted even more violently than Batman had. “Holy shit! The Bats cumming again!”
“Yeah! He’s cumming hands free!”
The goon fucked the cum out of Batman’s dick while his face transformed into an ahegao look once again. Batman’s tan bushy dick flopped around, muscles tightening, as it ejected load after load and rope after rope of sticky white cum onto him. His ramming thrusts was causing the volume of cum to dance around Batman’s body, rising and falling across his curves and meandering like a white river. It was like playing a game of pinball, desperately attempting to control the ball and keeping it from falling out.
The goon’s thrusts slowed down and he massaged his dick around Batman’s gloopy ass. His loins were stirring and the cum was bubbling up in his balls, he savoured making love to Batman’s booty with what time he had left.
When he came inside Batman’s ass… nothing happened. His dick was twitching and cum was shooting out of his tip but it was like the inside of Batman’s ass was lagging behind. Then his asshole burst like a volcano, a nuclear explosion of cum ruptured from his asshole, cum flung out violently like a cluster of asteroids. It flew everywhere. Joker ducked just in time for the cum to splatter harmlessly against the brick wall, but the others hadn’t been so lucky. A volley of cum splashed against a goon’s face while it slammed into the one fucking Batman like a kidney shot. His dick became limp and he pulled out of Batman’s droopy cavern, it fell out easily and let a waterfall of cum fall down Batman’s butt. With the exit, he felt the emptiness around his dick and the adrenaline had totally worn off now. He felt empty, exhausted and enervated. Slinging his trousers back up, Batman’s cum stained it and it was all messy. He tried to ignore it as he belted it tight around his waist. With one last look at Batman, take a look at that, he looks like a fucking stuffed roast chicken, he turned back and began to walk off. As he was walking away, Joker shouted something to him. “Happy Goonday from yours truly!”
“Damn right. Happy Goonday”, he paced off but not before hearing Batman’s moans start up and echo against the dark alley walls. Skin was clapping against skin as another goon took his turn. I better get an invite for next year. Nightwing and his busty ass better be there.