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Gotham’s most exclusive BDSM dungeon is crowded. After all, there’s never an empty seat on the nights Wayne shares the stage with his Sub.
In the dressing room, Bruce can feel the exhilaration already. The urge to show the world his greatest recent creation is hard to contain. This could be the best thing he’s ever done, and it’s all because of his sweet son. How did Bruce get so lucky? His son’s pussy is soft to the touch, so wet and tight around his cock, a beauty to behold, and it’s blessed with prolific fertility.
Bruce is so lucky and he can’t wait for the world to see it. The big fish of Gotham in the audience is here for the same reason, and that is to witness his Sub stripped from his dignity. But tonight, they will get more than they could imagine. They will see the proof of all the good things Bruce has done right. They will see that Bruce has taught his son to be his perfect little breeding slut, trained to serve him and give his body to Bruce’s cause. Either on the dirty streets of Gotham as Nightwing or in his bed as his fucktoy, Dick is perfection made in human flesh. Perhaps Bruce’s being modest. His son is out of this world. No one does it like Dick.
The big fish of Gotham will know—they will remember—that Bruce Wayne knocked up his pretty adoptive son. The adoption was a mistake, of course. Bruce didn’t mean any harm. All he wanted was to protect Dick, and adopting him guaranteed his safety. And who would have guessed that the boy would become husband material, instead of just a son? Fortunately, the adoption process was done in private, and by now, his lawyers have made sure that the papers are annulled and forgotten forevermore.
The world is allowed to know that Dick is Bruce’s ideal partner, pregnant with his heirs, but behind doors, Dick is more than that. Dick is his everything. That boy is his best friend, his perfect son, and his partner.
Sitting at his feet, Dick looks immaculate in a silk-blue baby doll. The small outfit reveals his sun-kissed skin and his curves but hides the scars from patrolling and his top surgery— Bruce misses his son’s breasts, but at least, he can say that he’s the only one who fucked them. That photo of Dick’s heavy breasts marked with his cum is one of his greatest treasures. It hides the surprise of the night too: the three months pregnant belly that captivates Bruce’s eyes can’t be revealed until Dick is a whining mess. A Sub pregnant and horny, what a sight! What a treat the crowd is in for tonight!
"Second call, Mr. Wayne,’" the technician warns him.
Bruce smirks, silently eager. It’s time to get his boy ready. The boy sitting on his lap, resting lazily with his head on his shoulder doesn’t say a thing. He’s too smart to misbehave before a show. Sometimes Bruce misses the little brat that Dick was before his pregnancy, but for now, he will rip the benefits that his seed has brought to him.
"Kneel, boy," Bruce commands, and Dick moves fast to please him.
"Look at me." The boy does and his soft blue eyes meet his dark blue eyes. The boy shivers and Bruce smiles inside. That power he holds over Dick’s body is his drug.
Dick says nothing, though. For Bruce, who knows his boy’s body better than Gotham, it’s quite obvious that he craves the relief of his orgasm. It fills Bruce with pride to know that his boy spent all the week without coming, not even once, following his instructions to stay orgasm free, while still using his body to please his Daddy.
Dick might be pregnant with Bruce’s kid, but that doesn’t mean that he will be easy on the boy. On the contrary, keeping in line a pregnant bitch is tougher than he thought.
At this point, Dick thinks that he would lose his mind if Bruce doesn’t let him come during the show. Spending every day riding his Daddy’s cock is his favorite thing to do, but Bruce made it agonizing. Dick wouldn’t disobey Daddy—Daddy knows better than his little slutty brain—but Dick thinks he’s gained his reward after an entire week of sacrificing his pleasure. He’s been so good at wearing pretty dressed for Daddy, getting fucked by his huge cock whenever Daddy needs his tight pussy, and warming his cock while Daddy works. Their sons can’t know, but Dick was dirty on patrol too, sucking Batdaddy’s cock while Batman watched over the city.
"What are you thinking, pretty thing?" Bruce asks him, gently cradling the side of his head.
"I want your cock, Daddy." Dick always blushes while begging for Daddy’s cock like the virgin he hasn’t been for years.
"You know the rules, boy, don’t you? Tell me the rules, boy," Bruce says patronizingly, caressing his hair.
"Your pleasure comes first, Daddy, and I only come when your permission is granted," Dick says obediently because that’s what he needs to be for Daddy. It doesn’t matter that his aching pussy needs to be filled and that his fat clit wants Daddy’s tongue. Dick must be a good boy first.
"And? What other rule do we have, my pussyboy?" Bruce rejoices, watching Dick blushing in shame. He doesn’t miss a moment to remind him that his pussy is essential to who he is. His pussy is his Daddy’s gift.
"I can’t put our baby at risk, Daddy. My pleasure comes at last if it hurts the baby." Dick would never ever put their baby in any danger, but sometimes his slutty nature wins, and he wants to be fucked like Daddy used to fuck him when Dick was thinner and could stretch his legs wider.
Bruce hums approvingly, not giving Dick a second gaze. The boy needs to know his place before tonight’s show. He came here to be Bruce’s pretty fucktoy, the object of his desires, the tangible proof of Bruce’s power. He is Bruce’s property to show off and use, and there can be no doubt of that after the show is over.
Dick trembles when Burce leans down to grab his pussy. His hand is cold, and his fingers are rough when pushing his folds aside. Locking his eyes with Dick, Bruce dares Dick to ask him to wet his fingers before entering his pussy. Dick, being the good boy that he is, knows he can’t ask for anything tonight, and only pants as an act of submission to his Daddy’s will.
Bruce’s fingers open Dick’s pussy with ease. He’s gladly surprised that his hole is still wet with this morning’s cum. "Good," Bruce praises him. His boy is such a good keeper of his cum.
Dick sighs, relieved. At least, his Daddy is happy with his pussy. "Here," Daddy says, pushing his two wet fingers into his mouth for Dick to clean them. Dick sucks them, happy that he has a distraction to focus on. He’s been nervous about tonight since his Daddy is expecting his best performance. It’s nothing new for him since his Daddy has always enjoyed defiling Dick in front of enormous crowds. But it’s his first time showing his baby bump. Though Dick knows Bruce wouldn’t let anything bad happen to their kid, his mother’s instincts only let him think the worst.
"Hey, pretty thing, I’ve got you. You and my baby will be fine, okay?" Daddy reassures him. He reads him like a book. Dick wouldn’t know what he’d do without his Daddy taking care of him and his needs.
"Just be good for Daddy, alright? Be a good breeding bitch and I’ll keep you safe," Daddy soothes him, gently pulling out his fingers from Dick’s mouth. Dick moans, annoyed. He needs something in his mouth. But Daddy knows better and guides his pretty dumb head close to his cock. "Be good for Daddy, brat," Daddy slaps his cheek. Pretty boys don’t complain.
"Good breeding holes only talk to beg for cock," Bruce scolds him. "Do you understand?"
Dick nods. Right. His dumb, horny brain forgot again. He’s here to be his pregnant Daddy’s fucktoy. Daddy will teach the other Daddies how to breed their toys. And all Dick has to be is good and let his Daddy use him.
Bruce grunts but gives his son no praise. Behind doors, he prefers when Dick is unruly and demanding. His boy has the ability to pull tantrums that only some regular pussy spanking can fix. However, in front of a crowd, Bruce accepts nothing but the best behavior from his trained slut, and not even a baby will change that.
"I won’t go easy on you, Dick. Your pussy is pregnant but your ass can take the punishments," Bruce’s voice is dark, menacing. Dick should be scared, instead, he feels his pussy getting wetter with the promise that Daddy will fuck him rough.
Bruce unzips his black leather pants. His cock is hard in his briefs, leaking precum already. Having such a pretty son can be counterproductive to his self-control. "Now, show me some respect before I grant you the honor to be my toy," Bruce says, pulling his cock out of his underwear for Dick to worship.
Never take things for granted, his mom used to say, and until this day, Dick doesn’t. He worships his Daddy as his owner, dad, and lover deserves. "I’m sorry, Daddy," he says, bowing his head, and waits a moment before he starts licking the head of the cock that took his virginity, the cock that has provided him with abundant orgasms and cum, the holy cock that impregnated him with his beloved baby.
Once Dick’s done licking his Daddy’s hard cock, he kisses the head as a sign of respect and bows his head again, waiting for his Daddy’s orders. His knees begin to hurt but he stays still, waiting for his Daddy's next command. "Daddy knows best," he thinks. "Daddy knows when I’ve earned a pillow under my knees."
"Close your eyes." Bruce commands the boy. He picks up a blindfold, a pair of cuffs, and his boy’s collar. The boy doesn’t need to be restrained yet, for the breeding bench Bruce brought will be more than enough to keep Dick in his place, while Bruce teaches his Master Class on Breeding Bitches.
His boy is docile as Bruce ties the silk blindfold. He trembles slightly when it’s all set, but that’s normal. Dick prefers when he has his vision, but Bruce can’t spoil him—a good Sub compromises their comfort for their Dom. That’s what Bruce has taught him—he grabs his shoulders and Dick leans his neck to the side, offering himself to Bruce. ‘‘Gorgeous.’’ The praise escapes his lips instantly. It’s hard being tough on such a pretty thing. The collar surrounds his boy’s neck and Bruce locks it. The password is his fingerprint. Another little reminder that he owns Dick.
"Your hands," Bruce requests kindly because he’s a gentleman, a man of the world, so unlike his needy whore that leans back aching desperately for his touch, presenting his hands to be cuffed. It’s his only way to be domesticated by a respected man like Bruce. "Poor thing, you can’t wait to be displayed like a slut," Bruce’s got no doubt that his boy’s thong is wet already. "You want those nasty men to see your pussy, filthy boy."
Dick rushes to deny his words, but Bruce dismisses him, rubbing his clit through his thong. "See? Already hard for your audience. At least, you’re good for my rep."
Dick squirms, humiliated. He’s more than a publicity stunt for his Daddy, right? This is a warm-up for the show. His Daddy treasures him and his boypussy.
Hooking up the leash on Dick’s collar, Bruce glimpses at his pretty toy and his tiny pregnant belly - His boy is magnificent.
"Last call, Mr. Wayne!"
Bruce yanks the leash and walks up the staircase to the stage with his boy following him on his hands and knees. Mark his words, tonight will make history.
Dick crawls carefully, focusing on his Daddy’s steps. The stairs are cold, and when he reaches the stage he’s grateful the floor is carpeted. His Daddy orders him to stop at some point and smacks his ass gently as a reward for obeying.
The steps of someone else are getting closer and Dick gasps. Bruce has the habit of showing him off to anyone interested in looking at him, but when he’s blindfolded, he can’t help but get anxious.
"You’ve got yourself a good-looking slut," the stranger says, and Dick recognizes his voice. He’s Frank, the sound technician of the dungeon, who never wastes an opportunity to fuck him with his gaze.
"My Sub is known for his pretty face," Bruce says with pride.
Dick doesn’t miss the possessiveness of his statement. His boy is pretty, but he only belongs to Bruce.
"Here’s your micro, and for your Sub?"
"I’ve got him.’’
Dick relaxes under the touch of Bruce’s gentle hands. It’s Bruce arranging his micro, not the hands of a stranger man.
"It’s time," Frank screams. "One... Two... Three."
- -
All the lights are on them.
Dick can hear the murmurs coming from the crowd, some gasps, and other Doms calling him, "bitch" and "slut." Dick is used to their lecherous gazes on him and the enthusiastic name-calling. It’s what Subs get. It’s how a fucktoy should be treated. And his Daddy wouldn’t be pleased with Dick if he dares to protest. He must be good and take the insults as praise.
"Good night, brothers and sisters, connoisseurs of the delights of the flesh. It’s my pleasure to instruct you in my knowledge of How to Breed a Bitch."
There’s a round of applause after Bruce’s words. And Dick’s whole body shivers, tasting the power and authority in Bruce’s speech.
"As my reputation precedes me, I am a man of few words, so I’ll move straight to the action part," Bruce says with confidence, but Dick is a naughty slut and can’t hold back a light snort. The crowd gasps. But Dick wants to plead that it isn’t his fault. Bruce is, indeed, a man that prefers silence over talking. Dick thinks it is funny that Bruce accepts it, but he knows he’ll pay for it.
"As I was saying before my brat interrupted me, I will teach you how to keep your bitch in line, breed them and make you thank you for knocking them up. But make no mistake, pregnancy doesn’t fix their naughty behavior. They will try to lure you with their pregnancy glow, with their wet pregnant pussies, but you must remain strong."
Shit, Dick curses inside. He really made his Daddy mad.
"Accept no apologies and keep your hand firm. We don’t want to provide a poor example to the growing baby, right?" Bruce teases and the crowd laughs.
Dick isn’t laughing. Daddy is mad and talking about punishments.
"First thing first, you must remember that your Sub was made to be a breeding hole, and breeding can only happen when they're wet and eager to take your cock. So let’s get this bitch all hot and wet."
Dick lifts his head. He’s the breeding hole Daddy is talking of. That means it is his moment to shine. When his Daddy wants his pussy wet, he eats him out or lets Dick touch himself as his Daddy enjoys his performance. But Dick was bad, and when he misbehaves, Daddy doesn’t touch him. Then, Dick is only allowed to suck Daddy’s cock and that should be enough to have his hole ready for Daddy.
Daddy walks towards him and Dick pulls his tongue out. He can’t see if Bruce approves or not, but he doesn’t slap him with his cock, so that’s a good sign.
"Despite his naughty antics, my boy is a well-trained breeding hole. He was born with a cunt, a sign that he was born to be bred. And I spent arduous years training him to take cock like a pro. But make no mistake, this boy was born a slut, I only gave him the right tools to use his cunt for the good, for bearing my children."
The crowd approves. The press may slander Bruce Wayne just to get good bribes, and then change their mind, praising the man for fucking his almost son. The press may be a pool of hypocrites, but the rich Gothamites are true to their wicked desires, applauding Bruce for grooming his boy to be whatever Bruce wants, his partner and fucktoy, the parent of his children, and the dirty cunt he fucks in public.
"Look at him, with his mouth wide open because he craves my cock. Tell them, boy, tell them what you want," Bruce says, grasping his jaw hard, and forcing him to open his mouth wider.
"Daddy, please, let me suck your cock. I’ll be good, Daddy,’" Dick whines shamelessly. He’s a virtuoso performer—he could play any role his Daddy wants—but there’s truth in his words, he has an insatiable urge to taste his Daddy’s cock.
"Begs so sweetly," Bruce snorts. "And how can I deny my wanton boy? Breeding boys are born to serve. You’ll be wise to let them serve you with their mouth."
Daddy is so good at talking to the crowd, while all Dick can do is whine and beg for cock. Dick can’t help but feel small next to him, useless and unworthy. The only thing he can do to be useful for Daddy is to be a good hole.
With a hand on the back of his head, Bruce guides him towards his cock. Dick kisses the head of such an engorged cock as a 'thank you for letting me suck your cock, Daddy,' and then, he engulfs the wet head with his hot mouth, licking it gently with his tongue.
Bruce lets the boy have his fun first. He looks so pretty licking cock—until it’s time for the show. Bruce pats the back of Dick’s head and then grabs it by the hair. He gives the boy no time to adapt, pushing all his hard erection into the boy’s mouth until his nose hits his pubic zone. The boy gags but takes it. "Good," Bruce praises him in a whisper that it’s between them. "That’s it," Bruce says, fucking his boy’s mouth with grace, his hand moves at a fast pace, defiling his wet cavity. His throat tightens around his cock as the boy gags, but the boy doesn’t tap his leg. He just cries and takes whatever Bruce gives him. This is the result of excellent training: His boy accepts he is just a hole for his Daddy to use. His Daddy is in charge and his boy doesn’t do anything to stop him. If he continues fucking his mouth this hard, the boy would faint, and yet, the boy holds his mouth open wide, moaning with the last breath he had—such a perfect little slut.
Bruce gags his mouth one last time and then lets his head go. If he doesn’t, he will come, and he can’t have that. The class just started and the crowd hasn’t seen Dick’s pussy yet.
The boy breathes heavily through his nose and mouth, some tears running down his cheeks. He’s Daddy’s pretty mess.
"Come here, son," his Daddy yanks the leash, and Dick follows, his chest blooming because his Daddy called him ‘son’ on stage. That’s the highest honor he can receive.
When they stop, Daddy pats his shoulders and orders him to stand up. The crowd goes wild. They can see his pregnant belly. He’s round with Bruce’s baby. He’s a rare breeding hole, a boy with a pussy growing his dad’s son. Bruce took a boy home and made him his bitch, and the crowd knows it.
And they are cheering for Bruce.
Wayne’s efforts finally are fruitful. The boy he groomed is bearing his legacy.
"I know. That’s my boy, or should I say, these are my boys?" Bruce cracks a smile, grabbing Dick by the shoulder, and spinning him around for the crowd to have a better view of his pregnant body. Some folks are nice and call him a "pregnant prince," which is probably the nicest compliment he’s going to get tonight. The others call him "bitch," "cuntboy," and congratulate Bruce for finally putting Dick’s pussy to good use. An enthusiastic fan screams, "A pussy is a pussy. Good job, Wayne!"
Bruce’s over the moon, drinking their praise as a fine red wine. He’s proud of having done such a fantastic job breeding his son, and the support he’s receiving is a testament that Bruce has been right all along. Dick was born to be bred by him.
"Get on the examination table," his Daddy murmurs in his ear. Dick whimpers. His body feels lighter under the scrutiny of a roaring crowd that sees him as nothing but an object to lust for. "Son? Get on the examination table," Bruce repeats in a firmer tone.
"Where is the table, Daddy?" Dick asks shyly. He swears he’s skilled at finding objects in the dark—or at least, Nightwing is—but as Wayne’s fucktoy, feeling exposed and humiliated, it’s a nearly impossible task to do on his own.
"My bad. These pussyboys, they’re good for fucking, but not that smart, you know?" The crowd laughs along with Bruce, but his Daddy is kind enough to untie the blindfold. "Close your eyes," he says, and the blindfold falls down, revealing his watery eyes.
"Aw, poor thing," a lady says. "The sissy boy is crying, give him some cock," another person says.
Bruce waves the crowd to calm down and then turns to focus on Dick. "You can do it, son," Bruce says, guiding Dick to the examination table and helping him with laying down. He pulls up the backboard, so Dick doesn’t miss the reaction of the crowd. A performer lives of praise, after all.
"Now, son, this is a very easy, easy thing to do. You’ve been doing this for many years," Daddy says, and Dick listens carefully. "C’mon, my boy, spread your pussy for your fans," Bruce smiles darkly. "They want to see how wet sucking my cock made you."
Dick’s mouth falls open, does his Daddy really want everyone to get a full view of his pussy?
"Son, making people wait is rude. I taught you better than that," Daddy sounds encouraging. Dick can tell Daddy is holding back from spreading his legs, waiting for Dick to do it himself.
"Daddy, are you sure?" My pussy is only yours," Dick’s voice shakes.
"Adorable," someone says. "I need to get a loyal pussyboy like that."
His Daddy smiles gently, his hand moving from his legs to the swollen folds of his pussy. "I admire your loyalty, son. This pussy is and will always be mine, but let’s not deprive Gotham citizens of such a wonderful cunt." His Daddy turns his head, facing the crowd, "I promised to share my wealth with Gotham and I am a man of my word. I present you here my most pretty and useful treasure: My boy’s pussy."
The crowd applauds louder, screaming, "Pussy, pussy, pussy."
Bruce waits by his son’s side patiently. He knows the boy well. Under pressure, Dick will cave in. Bestowed with such a pretty face, a graceful body, and a hungry pussy doesn’t come for free. His price to pay is being an attention-whore. The praise, the applause, the admiration, Dick needs all of that.
Dick can’t deny a crowd that is cheering for him. He will disappoint the Graysons’ legacy if he doesn’t excel as a performer, or worse, he could disappoint his Daddy, who believes in him. His Daddy supports him and accepts him, despite his naughty behavior.
The screams demanding his pussy are loud in his ears, and the memory of the first time he spread his boypussy for Bruce comes to his mind. He can do this. When his hands reach to his knees and the crowd gasps in unison, Dick feels like he’s done this his whole life. He puts on a brave face and smiles, wetting his lips seductively—the crowd applauds—and Dick stretches his legs as wide as his pregnancy allows him.
Their praise doesn’t hold back. They swear they would fuck his pussy and breed him again. They promise they would keep him full of cum and toys inside his pretty pussy if Bruce lets him use him. "How much for the hour?" An idiot asks. He must be new. Everyone knows that his Daddy’s reply is always the same, "My boy’s cunt is priceless."
His Daddy looms over him and praises his good behavior by brushing softly his pregnant belly. "So proud, my son, you make me so proud." His hand leaves his belly, leaving Dick aching for more intimacy. He loves it when Bruce dots on his pregnant belly. "Later," Bruce whispers.
"As I said, his pussy is wet just by sucking my cock," Bruce explains, pushing a finger inside his hole. "His hole is dripping with natural lubrication. As fun as it is lubricating their holes with artificial flavors, nothing tastes better than their natural fluids."
Everyone agrees with his Daddy, even Dick agrees on that. He likes licking his fingers after touching himself, of course, as long as his Daddy gives him permission to do it.
"Now that you’ve blessed your eyes staring at my son’s pussy. It’s time for a demonstration on how to fuck a breeding hole. My boy here—as you can see—he’s pregnant with my baby." Bruce stops to capture the awed reaction of the crowd, mentally memorizing this moment for eternity.
Bruce turns to Dick, locking his eyes with him, sharing this moment with him. His boy smiles proudly while still holding his legs apart. "We did it, Daddy," his soft boy whispers, and Bruce smacks his pussy fondly.
His Daddy leads him towards the breeding bench using the leash and Dick walks behind him obediently. He can’t help but identify the breeding bench because this is the same breeding bench Bruce owns—his Daddy brought the breeding bench he used to breed him to the show.
Dick looks at his Daddy, and he nods, pointing to the bench, encouraging Dick to get it on.
"C’mon, Wayne, tell him to stop playing the virgin act. He’s pregnant, he likes cock, we know it," someone screams.
"Ha, your fans have no patience, my boy," his Daddy says, patting his back. "Don’t stop now. Get on your place," his Daddy adds, less gently. He’s getting in character to fuck him rough.
Dick lies on his belly on the padded steel frame, and sets his arms and legs on the holders, his head facing the crowd. His Daddy is silent behind him, adjusting the restraints on his legs. He gets a glimpse of Daddy’s hard cock when his Daddy is restraining his arms. Still no words, his Daddy isn’t talking to him because there is no use in talking to a hole.
"You’re about to see my breeding bitch getting fucked with our first son, the first of many. See his beauty, taking my cock, remember his face because this is the closest you’ll ever to feel his pussy."
The crowd curses Bruce for keeping such good pussy out of the market, and he cracks a satisfied smile—he’s laughing inside. He grasps his boy’s hips with his hands and rubs his folds with his cock. He smacks that cunt one more time because he can, and another time because Dick is his, and a third time just to hear Dick whine louder. Dick cries, "Daddy, please, fuck me. I was good, Daddy, so good."
But Bruce laughs darkly, "you are not," he says. "You’re a wanton whore with a dirty cunt, but you’re mine and only mine."
Bruce pushes the head of his cock into his pussy—it slides so damn easy, this cunt was made to fit him like a glove—and slams into his boy with no consideration. His boy is so damn good. He can take it hard. Dick begs, "Daddy, harder, please."
"That’s my boy." His pride and joy, that’s his golden boy. His boy deserves the best: an enormous cock impatiently fucking him, reveling in the tightness of his soft walls milking his cock. Bruce will fuck him so hard that he will feel him for days.
His hips move fast, fucking his cunt with vigorous thrusts, his cock relishing the wetness and heat of his vagina walls. Bruce knows his cock has hit his cervix because Dick squirms, and screams ah, ah, ah. Someone says the cuntboy is crying and Bruce feels his chest expanding with joy. When Dick cries, he knows he’s giving Dick what the boy needs.
"Tell them, son, how much you like it. Show them how proud you’re to be mine," his Daddy demands, and Dick moans like a bitch in heat, screaming, "Yes, Daddy, I’m so proud to be yours and carry your baby." Dick moans louder because his Daddy is giving him his all. It’s only fair he performs his best and mesmerizes the crowd with their mating act. "Fuck me harder, Daddy, breed me again."
There are people cheering for Bruce to fuck him until he passes out, to not let him come, to pass him around and let them fill his pussy. His Daddy would never let anyone else touch him, but it’s hard to deny that Dick is turned on by watching them touch themselves, riled up by the view of his degradation.
"Good boy," Bruce whispers in his ear, tapping his hip twice. It’s the boy’s opportunity to say his safe word, to let Bruce know if his belly hurts or if the exposure’s gotten too much for the boy to handle. But the boy shakes his head slightly, and moans, "Please, don’t stop." Truly, no one does it like his boy.
The pressure is building in Dick’s cunt. It feels heated and overstimulated and he’s so close to finishing. He’s taken cock for so long that he knows when it’s the right time to beg for coming. "Daddy, can I come, please?" he says, and he’s not expecting Bruce to say yes, rocking his hips at a merciless pace, rubbing Dick’s sweet spot frenetically and hitting his cervix.
"Come for us, boy," Bruce says and Dick gets the hint. His body tightens in pleasure as Bruce fucks him violently, edging him to his orgasm until his pussy squirts, his fountain exploding between his quivering legs, but Dick never loses sight of the crowd, screaming for them, singing in pleasure, proving to them that there’s no other place he would rather be, that coming for them is his satisfaction.
Thanks to the breeding bench Dick doesn’t fall. The restraints keep him on his hands and knees, and his Daddy does the rest, holding his pussy open with his cock. He whines as Daddy uses his hole to find his orgasm. Dick must be good and let Daddy have his fun with his overstimulated pussy.
Daddy comes inside him, filling his pussy with hot cum. It feels amazing when Daddy uses his as a cumdump but not so good when he takes his cock out. Dick whines because he misses his hard erection stretching his walls, but Daddy isn’t taking his tantrums. He smacks his clit, and calls him a greedy bitch.
"Daddy," Dick whispers softly because he’s in need of some reassurance with all the crowd staring at him and his pussy feeling so empty.
Bruce hushes the boy and pushes a plug into his swollen pussy. That would help the boy feel full until they get home for some post-aftercare sex and a hot bath. He proceeds to free Dick from the restraints with careful hands. He can't be harsh since his boy gets quite sensitive after squirting. Besides, his boy has been damn perfect tonight, he has earned a break.
Bruce takes Dick from behind, wrapping him gently in a hug, while his hand rests on his pregnant belly protectively. He flashes a smile to say goodbye to the crowd, promising he will bring his pregnant son again to the show.
Bruce carries the boy back to the dressing room. The poor little thing is falling asleep already. Bruce knows that as soon as Dick wakes up he will need his dad by his side, pampering him with rewards for his good behavior, anything from eating his pussy, fucking him slowly, showering him with words of praise works to put a lovely smile on his face. Bruce will have to choose an after-activity when they get home, but for now, he is basking in the silence after a loud performance, beholding his boy's body, so small next to his, and yet so powerful, growing their baby little by little.
While waiting for Alfred to pick them up, Bruce cleans Dick's body, except, of course, his pretty pussy for it belongs filled with his seed.
Dick doesn't wake up on their ride back home, but he accomplishes his duties by warming Bruce's cock with his pussy. With the partition up, Bruce doesn't care for formalities—not that Alfred minds. The butler is used to finding Bruce balls-deep into Dick—he fucks Dick again, rocking into him fast and messy. The boy is asleep and he won't mind that his Daddy used him for his own pleasure, careless if Dick finishes or not. Dick is so good, though, that his pussy muscles tighten around his cock even when he's taking cock asleep. Thrilled with his boy's performance, Bruce wants to smack his ass and says dirty things in his ear, but praising him for taking cock wantonly is a waste of time, this is natural to him, being a slut is his nature.
Bruce shakes the boy harder, grabbing his ass tighter, searching recklessly for his orgasm, dumping another shot of cum in his boy's pussy. Once he's emptied his cock, he pulls it out, paying no attention to Dick's swollen clit. The boy will beg later for release and he will thank Bruce for being allowed to come.
The rest of the drive home, his head rests on Dick's chest for a while, waiting for his body to regulate his temperature and recover his breath. His fingers massage lazily with Dick's folds and hook into Dick's hole, pushing cum out of his pussy, using it to pain his pregnant belly. His boy's belly is a masterpiece covered in cum.
It's only when Alfred announces they've arrived that Bruce wakes Dick up, peppering his pretty face with little kisses. The boy yawns and smiles brightly, fully relaxed after a good long fuck.
Bruce opens the door and nods for Dick to move first, but his boy frowns his forehead confused. "Carry me, B. I'm tired." He pouts.
''Walk. Don't make me repeat myself, boy. Otherwise, I'll use the flogger,'' Bruce speaks with unwavering authority, giving Dick no room to complain unless he doesn't want to sit for the next few days.
The boy nods silently, looking a bit disappointed until he actually moves and notices that his belly is painted with Bruce's cum and his pussy is leaking cum. Bruce can see the moment his boy gets it. Daddy wants him to do the walk of shame to his bedroom.
With his head slightly bowed, Dick smirks, pleased with his Daddy's request. "I'm sorry, Daddy,'' he says playfully, not sorry at all.
Alfred holds the door open for Dick, and he gets out of the car, fully naked and marked with cum, flashing a smile to Bruce, unbothered by Alfred's heavy stare. Dick waits for Bruce's permission and once his Daddy nods, he walks towards the Manor, showing them his best catwalk.
Bruce stares at him with wonder in his eyes—the boy is one of a kind—he's speechless, could stay all night watching him from behind, but he has a job to do first. Dick's pussy needs his tongue, and Bruce needs to feel his boy one more time, and another time until there's no more track of time, and his eyes are closed in deep sleep.