Carter felt like an idiot as he pulled into the driveway. He started to wonder if the extra cash was really worth it. Swinging the car door open, he reluctantly got out. He looked like a sight for sore eyes in broad daylight wearing a Robin outfit. The skintight green tights clung to his thighs and made him sweat in the summer heat. The yellow boots squeaked a little as he walked.
He knocked on the door and waited for the man that ordered him to be a birthday party entertainer to arrive. He answered the door and Carter shifted quite nervously as the man towered over him. The man welcomed him inside and Carter followed, looking around expecting to see a party group, most likely children. However, he saw nothing but a quaint little rustic empty living room.
“Where’s the party at?” He asked. He started to scan the room, turning his back to the man, which would prove to be a big mistake.
The man swiftly pounced on Carter, wrapping a strong arm around him. Carter yelped and began to thrash about, arms and legs flailing.
“Hey what the fuck man, hey!”
Before he could go on further, the man shoved a soaked rag against his mouth.
“MMMMPFFFH HHHEEEEMFPH!”
Carter started to feel woozy and before he knew it he was sinking to the ground, right into the man’s grasp, as he slowly lowered him to the floor. Within a few more seconds, he was out like a light. A grin stretched across the man’s face at his quick work.
He dragged Carter to the stairs down to the basement where he rested him on a chair. Getting down to the ground, he grabbed each of Carter’s calves and spread them against each leg of the chair. He swung Carter’s arms back around the chair and got to work first tying his wrists and arms together tightly with plenty of rope. Once nice and snug, he moved to his ankles, securing them to their chair with more hope, and then his knees to the top of the chair leg, effectively securing his legs to the chair legs without much room for movement.
He worked off the yellow boots leaving Carter’s green stocking feet exposed. He ran his hands all up and down Carter’s legs, feeling the soft spandex material of the tights.
Carter began to stir as he started to wake. He was a bit disoriented but slowly came to and was met by the smiling man. When Carter’s memory came back to him, he began to thrash about violently and quickly became angry.
“HEY LET ME GO-LET ME GO I-I’LL GIVE YOU WHATEVER YOU WANT I-“
Before Carter could continue, a rag was stuffed into his mouth effectively silencing him. The man pushed it in deep and shoved in another one to the alarm of Carter. He secured these in a mouth by wrapping a red handkerchief around Carter’s head and tying it tight at the back.
Carter began to buck against his restraints and plead through the gag with a panicked feverish expression across his face.
“MMMMPFFFH PPPMMMFH LLMPHF MMMMPHF GGGMMMPFH!”
The man tilted Carter’s head up with a hand on his chin and chuckled. “Always so adorable when you struggle.”
Carter began to realize he was in the hands of a very sick pervert and was now desperate to find a way out. He looked around and noticed he was in some kind of dingy basement. He noticed the stairs up to a dead bolted door and sighed as his release seemed difficult if not impossible. His breathing was heavy and ragged, muffled by the stuffy gag.
The man delicately made his way around the chair, as if taunting Carter, and circled in close to him and pulled his hair earning a yelp from his captive.
“You’re gonna be my new little play thing. And unfortunately for you, Batman’s not gonna come and save you.”
With that he released his grip on Carter’s hair and threw his head down in an instant. Carter heard the man’s footsteps trail away and began to wonder where he was going. It was an unsettling feeling. Then he heard another sound, muffled protests just like his own.
The man returned with another man all dressed up in a Batman costume. His wrists were tied behind his back, his arms tied to his chest, and his ankles and knees were tied together too. He probably had to hop as the man guided him into the room with a hand gripping the back of his costume. The panicked eyes of Batman met Robin’s as they exchanged mutual fear for their predicament.
Next thing Carter knew, the man was forced onto his knees by the other and flipped around to face his crotch. Batman’s distress seemed to worsen by the second. The man pulled the rags gagging him out of his mouth and shockingly he didn’t begin to desperately plead. Carter could tell this man had been here long enough to give up all hope.
The man was unzipping the fly of his jeans and pulled out his massive cock. He swung it around, practically slapping Batman in the face until he steadied his hands on Batman’s shoulders to shove his cock into his mouth. He thrusted into him relentlessly, as he gagged and choked on his cock. Based on his technique, Carter could tell this man was straight and had never sucked dick, but nevertheless, the man was really enjoying it.
The man tugged on his cape and pulled it over his head, nearly choking him. It exposed his entire back to Carter and left the sight of him sucking on the man’s dick now hidden from view. Carter could only hear the loud gurgling sounds coming from him now. Batman’s was on his knees in what looked like a painful display. Carter noticed this man’s boots had been taken off too leaving his gray stocking feet exposed. Their captor must have really had a thing for tights or feet, there was something to it.
The man came down Batman’s throat leaving both of them reeling.
“Get up.”
Batman quickly rose upon his captor’s orders, knowing better than to disobey, stumbling a bit as he was off balance with the restraints. The man wrapped his hand around his jaw and wickedly grinned, chuckling in the face of his captive.
“Who knew party entertainers for hire made such good sluts. All dressed up in their sexy spandex just asking to get used like toys…I wonder what else I could dress you cute little things up in.”
“MMMMMPFH NNNNMPPPFH!” Carter quickly protested, startling Batman, making him whip his head around.
He looked at Carter with pleading eyes, thinking maybe the new lamb to the slaughter would help them out of this situation in some way.
“I think I’m gonna give Robin a little show of just what kind of treatment of what he’s in for,” the man said as he wrapped his arms around Batman’s waist, squeezing his ass.
Finally, Batman began to protest. “Please no, I’ll do anything you want please just don’t-“
“Then you’ll do this.” And with that, the rags were stuffed back into his mouth and properly secured with a handkerchief.
The captor led him toward the back of the room into another room off the side, leaving Robin to his solitary panic once again. Carter began to test the limits of his restraints, wriggling and writhing to no avail.
The other two were gone for what felt like a while and returned when Carter was in the middle of bucking against the chair. His eyes went wide as he could not believe the sight in front of him.
Batman was no longer in his costume, but was rather being led back into the room in front of Carter by a leather collar around his neck attached to a leash. He wore black lace panties attached to black garters which held up black knee high socks with white strips around the cop. To complete the look, he donned black bunny ears and a carrot gag effectively securing in yet more rags.
Their captor looked at Carter with a devilish smirk and said, “I have a whole set for you in pink, baby boy.”
Carter could not believe this was happening. There was no way this man could get away with this and yet he was. Of course the dressed up man was tied up again.
“My little rope bunny,” their captor cooed, “let’s get you a little more comfortable.”
The man guided him onto the floor, laying him on his stomach. Next, he grabbed him by both his ankles with one big strong hand, and pulled them his lower legs up over his ass, forcing his ass to pop up a bit into the air. He began to procure more rope and started tying his wrist restraints to his ankles. The man’s head simply sunk into the floor as he let out a sad whimper into his gag. There was no getting out of this utter humiliation.
With the hogtie effectively secured, the man rose up to admire his handiwork.
“You’re new and still a bit squeamish, got that fight in ya, ya know? I’ll break you, don’t worry. But I don’t wanna take any chances just yet.”
The man ungagged Carter and was on him with another chloroform soaked rag and he felt himself sink into unconsciousness once again.
When he woke, he felt ringing pain in his joints. As he came to, he realized he too was hogtied on the floor with his unfortunate fellow captive. The panic had left both of their eyes as a sense of hopelessness was starting to consume them both. Their eyes met each other, as they struggled against the cold hard floor, two writhing bunnies.
Carter did not think that this humiliating little gig would lead to this. Hogtied on the floor in a pink playboy bunny getup. The man was nowhere in sight. And then he felt it. A vibrating sensation began to spread all through Carter’s body.
“MMMPFH.”
He heard the static whirring of whatever was lodged in him. He shifted uncomfortably and could feel what he assumed to be a vibrator moving in his ass. The other man seemed to be thrashing against his as well, looking for some or any kind of relief for the slow and painful torture.
And that’s when it got turned up to the highest setting and Carter began to shake and heave. The man must have been somewhere else in the house with some kind of remote controlling their vibrators.
“How are my little bunnies,” the man teased as he swung open the door to the basement.
He made his way down, admiring the sight of two roped up slutty little bunnies squirming against his floor.
He made his way to a chair and sat the black bunny on his lap, upon which he immediately upped the intensity of his squirming. The man seemed upset with this, as he violently yanked his hair and smacked his ass with the other hand, producing a muffled whimper. Every sound that came out of this man was so sad and pitiful. Carter began to wonder what it was like for him when he was first abducted into this man’s basement.
Next thing he knew, the man was flipping him onto his back into his lap and slowly working down the lace panties, resting them on his lower thighs. He started to work his hand against the man’s cock, slowly thrusting up and down, as the captive twitched and bucked for relief. The man held him down steady and continued to jerk him off, the captive’s breathing growing more and more intense. As much as he hated it, he ached for relief and the man knew he had him just where he wanted him, desperate for release.
After a few minutes, the man came against his captor with a sudden explosion as he screamed against his gag and began to cry out, Carter left just to watch.
“Oh how the mighty have fallen. You heroes aren’t so tough now tied up like cute little rope bunnies. I think I’ll dress you two up like maids and make you slave away at all my chores next.”
Carter rolled his eyes and saw the man noticed this and scowled at him. He quickly realized he would regret this. The man pounced on him, throwing the other captive to the ground suddenly, and began to lay smack and smack against his tender ass as Carter yelped and yelped with pain.
The other captive looked at him sympathetically. Carter could tell he had been subjected to many of these punishments.
He made quick work of detaching both of their hogties and stood them up. Kneeling down, he pulled their knee socks that had rolled down back up and smoothed his hands over their legs, which made both of them shiver and turn away.
“You two are to sleep like this tonight. I have cameras in here so I will know if you take anything off and you will be punished. And I’m not talking those weak little spankings I gave just now.”
The two exchanged fearful glances.
“Sure you boys’ll be happen to hear I got a sexy Spiderman coming to join you two tomorrow.”
