Entry of: The Joker
As little of a touch I can get from anyone other than myself, I find myself wanting the punishments that Batman is willing to hand out. But I want one that runs deeper, one that will HURT more, one to make me truely cry out in pain but also strangely in that mix (Although not strangely enough) in pleasure.
So I'm taking it from Batman? Just this once, I'm a top man usually but right now this is something I actually want. I would take it by force but he's willing to play, he started tonights little game, and who am I to say no to that?
I grinned madly as Batsy flipped me over onto my stomach. He began to rub his gloveless hands up and down my sides, every so often groping my a**. "God what a firm a**..." I could hear him mutter.
He kissed and bit the back of my neck. I moaned, I was enjoying myself very much and wasn't afraid to voice it. I turned my head and saw him peel off his plastic armor pants thingy. I smiled and licked my scarred lips. It was fun to watch him, trying so very hard. Speaking of HARD, Batsy had grown quite hard himself, even through my fit of giggles as he kissed and nipped at my lower back. "Oh-! Batsy arent you supposed to stretch your partner out first?" Grinning like the mad man that I am, I childishly giggled as I held up three fingers.
He looked at me and returned with a smirk. "I thought you wanted punishment...You won't learn your lesson if it doesnt hurt." He tangled his fingers in my hair as he said this.
I couldn't help but laugh. I do enjoy the pain. "Oh but won't that hurt you too?" I asked nonchalantly. Why was I trying to postpone the inevitable? Maybe because I felt slightly uncomfortabe under him. "He better enjoy this..." I thought.
He gripped my hair tighter as he prepared for entry. "Yes, but not as much as it's going to hurt you." he said, widening the smirk.
My eyes open wide and a loud moan/cry escaped my lips. It was of pain and pleasure as Batman rammed himself inside me with incredible force. That had to hurt him. I bit my lip to keep from wincing. "Maybe not being able to walk or sit down for a while will teach you to be a good boy." Batman said before pounding into me once again.
"Oh god Batman. If you-ah do it right, you can screw being a good boy!" I exclaimed, searching the asphalt for something to grab a hold of.
He chuckled and began to move at a slow pace. I moaned. I couldn't have been his first. He was too good! And I was going to let him know it. I moved my hips in rhythm, but found myself trying to control the situation, like I usually did. That received a rough tug of the hair and a bite on the neck (which I liked very much). Batman clutched my side tightly as he increase his speed. I wasn't silent about what was going on. I'm surprised everyone in Gotham couldn't hear me. But what did I care? I was being ******** by Batsy and that's what I wanted. "Are sure-ah that I'm your fi-rtst!?" I said lightly between breaths.
He grinned as he rode me harder. I could feel myself grow closer to climaxing as I'm sure he did too. I knew I would regret not stretching out in the morning, or the long walk home, but I didn't care. This pain felt fan-freaking-tastic! He released my hair from his grip and placed his hand on my other side. I arched my back, and yelled as loud as possible, (for attention, for approval, in pain, and in pleasure my perverted friends)befor climaxing. I could hardly keep myself up, the pain might have started to get to me as Batman finally reached his peak as well. With one powerful thrust he released himself inside me, chuckling slightly. He let my scarred body fall to the ground beneath him, he looked down at me with his pretty brown eyes. "How's that for punishment clown?" he asked in a slightly cold tone.
An act! A facade to hide his feelings and just for me?! I was touched. "It was alot better than I thought it would be." I replied smiling.
I laid on my side, afraid to turn over, my a** was still hurting and I had a long walk home. I saw him hold his hand out, motioning for me to grab it. With a scarred smile I grabbed his hand and was intstantly pulled into a deep, yet passionate kiss. My lipstick smeared all over his lips, which fazed him very little. "Batsy, we MUST do this again sometime." I whispered in his ear. He saw me wink and smiled back.
I pulled up my pants and began to turn and walk away but Batsy suddenly grabbed my hand. Puzzled I looked at him. Oh what was he going to do? Profess his love for me and use that as a way to get me to spend the night with him? "What Batsy? As fun as that was, my a** is killng me and I have a long walk home." I asked annoyiedly.
"Let me take you home. Its the least I can do." Batman smiled as he said this. A free ride in the batmobile? How was I to refuse that. Luckily for me it was parked close by. "...why didn't you just drive the batmobile and run my a** over?" I asked stupidly.
"Because I wanted your a**. Thats why." Batman replied as he started the black car. I grinned and giggled as we started to drive but I had the strangest feeling he wasn't taking me home.
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Chapter 9 of the Arkham Diaries.
Part 3 of (The Joker)
Part 3 of (The Joker)
