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The Helmet was one of many things confiscated from Gotham criminals and stored in the Batcave for safety. There were certain technologies developed by the insane minds of Gotham criminals that were too dangerous to entrust to the police, unless the technology somehow became widespread. Hatter tech was one of those things.
Most of the mad hats of Jervis Tetch had been destroyed on the job but this one wasn’t the deceptive kind that masqueraded as a regular hat. It was more...extensive.
The smooth white curves resembled something from the golden age of scifi. It nestled gently in its charging cradle, linked by thick cables to the old-school computer dedicated entirely to...programming.
It had been one of the first prototypes developed by Tetch back when he’d optimistically hoped to present it to investors. Rewrite your mind, eliminate negative thoughts and improve yourself as a person! It was only after his design was rejected as abominable that Tetch had decided to turn his focus to fulfilling his own highly specific desires.
This prototype was the only one of its kind, a fully programmable Hypnohelmet. It’s beauty was unsurpassed, perfectly simplicity in form and function.
Batman should have destroyed it. It was certainly too dangerous to leave the cave. It was kept in its own secret hidden room that it couldn’t be removed from. Pure white walls, a comfortable padded chair with discreet wrist and ankle straps and a little standing desk with a keyboard to input the desired program.
He’d hooked up a more modern server to store his favorite programs on beyond the three the computer could natively store. It was deceptively simple to program exactly what you wanted, even more so if you didn’t completely erase the host personality.
He doesn’t have to feel guilty about this, he tells himself as he tightens the straps, he has plenty of technology he uses to help his sidekicks, therapy programs, VR simulations, even chemical manipulations to keep them happy, safe and sane. This was just another tool. He was helping. Robin had been far too stressed lately, he deserved a bit of happiness.
“Relax.” He says softly. “This won’t take long.”
He steps over to where the helmet waits in its cradle of foam. He carefully lifts it up and carries it over to the chair. Robin watches him, he’s absentmindedly testing the straps. That won’t do, no, that won’t do at all. He needs to be more trusting, softer, more obedient.
Robin stops struggling when Batman reaches the side of the chair. There’s a good boy.
“Ready?” Batman asks.
Robin nods.
“Good, soon you’ll feel like an all new you.”
Batman raises the helmet, making sure nothing’s obstructing the cables, and slowly lowers it onto Robin’s head. He settles the headphones firmly over each ear and clips the strap tight under Robin’s chin. Robin looks up at him trustingly as he does but when Batman returns to the computer he starts pulling it at his straps again.
He knew he should have done this sooner. Robin must clearly be suffering if he’s not being a good boy and waiting obediently for his treatment. Batman can fix it. He’ll fix everything.
He steps in front of the computer. The computer screen pulses softly with green light. The familiar program is already full loaded. All he needs to do is hit ‘Initiate’.
Sparks crackle through the cables as the program is transferred. The visor snaps down into position over Robin’s eyes, fully encircling the top part of his head, there’s nowhere he can look that isn’t covered by the screen and on the screen a bright spiral starts to undulate. Robin tugs frantically at the cuffs one more time, then once more weaker, then he falls still. Batman watches his body slowly start to relax as the brainwashing takes hold. The spiral is hypnotic, it demands all of Robin’s attention and he can’t look away.
Sound plays through the helmet’s headphones, a hypnotic tone layered with a soothing robotic voice giving the preprogrammed list of commands. As the spiral wipes Robin’s mind free of thoughts the robotic voice replaces those thoughts with commands to obey. The first command is to relax and Batman knows the program is working when Robin goes completely limp and helpless in the chair. His head lolls to the side and he starts to drool. His breathing steadies like he’s in a deep sleep.
Batman has to admit it is far nicer watching the programming take effect in person than just tracking the progress bar on the screen. He checks it anyway; brainwashing is at 27% and the rest of his programming is being transferred over now.
He wonders what the program is saying to Robin now; Obey Batman, Serve Batman, Trust Batman above everything. Give up your free will. Submit. Your only purpose is to obey.
As the program passes 30% Robin’s cheeks start to flush as the helmet commands him to feel good. Batman watches with satisfaction as his tight-fitting green panties start to fill out with a swelling erection. It was always gratifying to see how much pleasure the helmet could bring Robin untouched. He waits to see precum form a damp spot at the tip of Robin’s cock before he decides to give him a hand and untucks Robin’s cock from his pants. It throbs hot and hard in his hand but the rest of Robin’s body is entirely limp and unresisting. He lets Robin’s cock flop over onto his stomach.
Still drooling Robin’s breathing begins to pick up, his cheeks flushed pink with arousal as the program pushes him towards pleasure, pleasure, pleasure, and with a thick moan he cums hard all over his own stomach.
There’s a good boy. Batman likes programming in at least one orgasm for his Boy Wonder. His own pants are already feeling tight and he felt less guilty about cumming all he wanted once he knew Robin was going to enjoy it too. He was such a generous Master.
Breathing calmly and deeply Robin is already starting to get hard again. Batman had programmed in a permanent sensation of edging to ensure Robin remained at his most blissful and ready to serve.
The program erased all pain, all fear and all doubt in the mind of his sidekick and replaces with nothing but a fierce love for his Master and desire to serve and obey him. Robin’s cock twitches pathetically against his stomach as the programming reaches 50%.
“There, don’t you already feel so much better?” Batman asks as he glides a hand across Robin’s chest. Robin can’t hear his past the steady stream of reprogramming commands but that’s fine. He’s always been talking to himself more than worrying about how Robin really feels. He knows how Robin feels and it’s how he’s been programmed to feel.
The chair is of his own design and its his own private marvel of engineering. Besides being adjustable to suit individuals of different sizes there were some special little hidden levers here and here. Batman taps the first one and the leg rests split in two and stretch out, pulling Robin’s unresisting legs apart. Robin worked so hard on his flexibility, Batman often liked to test it the way he did now. He pushes the lever to its fullest extent so Robin’s legs were being held as far apart as they could go, spread pleasingly in a full split. The second lever lowers the back of the chair, forcibly reclining it so Robin was leaning back, staring unseeingly at the ceiling.
Batman was always prepared for anything. He reaches into his belt for a stunningly clever little thing he’s whipped up in the labs. Poison Ivy’s wonderful pheromones were wasted on her but he’d found a use for them. Lab refined, enhanced and packaged in convenient tablet form they put Viagra to shame. He pops a capsule in his mouth and cracks it in his teeth to activate it before he swallows. The pink powder leaves his mouth tasting vaguely like roses. It doesn’t take long for the supplement to take effect. Batman feels a hot tingling pass over his entire body, prickling his skin like tiny warm thorns before the heat concentrates in his crotch.
He hangs his utility belt on one of Robin’s extended legs and undresses. His cock pulses with need as he carefully strips away his pants. He doesn’t need to fully strip but this part is more pleasant without worrying about pants, he’s found. He hangs his shorts on the other leg and takes his shaft in hand. It’s hot and hard and so much longer and thicker than Robin’s tender member that still lies semi-erect against his stomach.
Batman hooks a finger around the waistband on Robin’s green scale patterned pants and pulls them down to reveal his rosy puckered hole. He presses his thumb against it and finds it loose and accepting. Good, that part of the programming has already gone though. A Slave should be ready to serve his Master with every part at all times of the day.
Batman checks the monitor again. Nearly at 70%, very good. Robin’s mind was gone in the first 20%, the remaining programming was to reshape the blank canvas into his perfect Hypnoslave. He hooks the panties around the seat of the chair and observes his perfectly obedient little sidekick. Robin is still drooling, body completely lax and his head lolling to one side. The back of the visor, the side facing Batman, reads ‘reprogramming at 72%’ it was so convenient but he could never wait for it to be done before he started enjoying his new slave. Why should he wait when Robin was already perfectly lax and blissful for him to use?
He steps up to the prone Robin and lines up his cock with Robin’s pretty little hole. His cockhead presses into the pucker and Robin’s hole effortlessly stretches wide open to accommodate him. Batman presses his whole cock in without the slightest of resistance until his balls are pressed against Robin’s pert asscheeks. The Hypnoslave being reprogrammed twitches then his newly reprogrammed brain accesses its anal sex protocol. Robin’s hole tightens around him in a deliberate pattern, squeezing Batman’s cock in all the right ways. It’s like being milked by a machine and Batman appreciates that he doesn’t need to worry about Robin’s pleasure or that his programmed milking might slow down or falter with Robin’s own feelings. Robin’s purpose was to serve his master, his body recognized what was asked of it and performed without the need for a mind to direct it.
Batman thrusts in without worrying about what Robin can take. Robin’s body is loose and welcoming when he needs it and tightens beautifully around his cock. It had taken a few tries to get this protocol programmed just right but now not even the best sextoy he could invent in the cave could satisfy him with the same mechanical precision as Robin’s tight little hole. Robin’s cock remains half erect on his stomach even though Batman knew he was hitting Robin’s prostate with every thrust. The feeling of edged bliss that he had programmed into him wouldn’t let him cum unless his Master ordered it. It was easier than having him cum all the time and getting tired despite his programming. This constant happy state of halfarousal was better for him.
Batman grabs Robin’s hips for stability, thrusting full force into his tight little boy hole as he lets the protocol smoothly and efficiently bring him to the peak of his own pleasure. His body tingles with the hot waves of Ivy’s drug increasing his sensitivity as his orgasm builds. He counts down the seconds until he cums in time to the display on the Hypnohelmet.
Reprogramming 90% complete, 91%, 92%, 93%
Batman’s thrusts slap his skin against Robin’s. The sound echoes and reflects from the tight walls of the chamber.
94%, 95%, 96%
Batman can’t hold back the primal grunts and groans of how perfect Robin’s hole was for him. He’d never be as satisfied when Robin wasn’t his perfect obedient little Hypnoslave.
97%, 98%, 99%
Batman reaches completion at the same time Robin’s reprogramming reaches completion. The Hypnohelmet plays a musical chime and the words ‘Reprogramming 100% Complete’ flash on the screen before it goes dark. There’s a small click and the cables uncouple and retract back into the computer. The Hypnohelmet remains thoroughly locked to Robin’s head. It will remain there, still beaming the spiral that made him suggestible and mouldable into his mind until it’s battery needed to be recharged. Then he’d need to take Robin back here, replug the cables and let the helmet charge or if he wanted to he could change the programming out for another program.
This is why he’d designed the chair to be comfortable first and foremost. Sometimes he liked to leave Robin here overnight, letting the helmet recharge plugged into its cables. Sometimes he liked to settle him here while he worked on developing new programs or making adjustments to the existing one but Obedient Slave was the program he used the most. There was nothing quite like being trusted and worshiped and obeyed unquestioningly.
Robin drools on the seat. His asshole spills Batman’s creamy white cum onto the white tiled floor with every breath. Batman looks him over and ponders whether he should program Robin to keep his cum inside and decides against it. He’d have plenty of time to readjust the program later and he didn’t want to wait for the reprogramming to load all over again so soon after his first orgasm.
Batman undoes the straps, starting with the ankle straps. Even with his legs no longer tied to the legrests Robin remains stretched out in a perfect split. He doesn’t as much as twitch as he’s untied. Good boy. Batman looks down at his sidekick’s face, top half still hidden under the visor, lips shining slick with drool.
“Protocol Status Check.” He orders out loud.
One of the lights on the helmet flashes.
“Subject Status: Reprogramming 100%” A smooth robotic voice emits from the Hypnohelmet. “Awaiting further instruction.”
Batman wondered if that was the same voice that Robin heard when he was reprogrammed. He’d asked Robin about it of course but with his mind wiped clean he wasn’t good at answering complex questions. It was easier to just give him simple orders.
“Register Vocal Imprint.” He orders it. Tetch had been kind enough to leave a User Manual with his abandoned prototype. He’d memorized the most important commands. “User: Batman.”
“Registering.” The light flashes again as the internal computer saves something to it’s internal database. “Welcome User: Batman.”
“Register Subject designation: Robin.” He tells it once the light stops flashing. “Then disengage audio blinders.”
Again there’s a confirmation chime from the Hypnohelmet and the headphones retract into the helmet.
Batman clicks his fingers beside Robin’s ears. No response. The whole point of having preset programs was so that the Hypnohelmet didn’t constantly be having to feed new orders in through the headphones. The basic brainwashing protocol could be run without it, leaving a perfectly blank highly suggestible slave but then there was latency between giving orders and having them obeyed as the commands were relayed to the slave. This was far better for long term use.
“Robin, if you can hear me, raise your right arm.” Batman orders.
Robin’s right arm shoots straight up into the air and stays there. The rest of him doesn’t move from the chair.
“Robin, arm down.” Batman orders and slaps his cock down against Robin’s bare cheek. “And clean my cock.”
Robin turns his head to the side, his mouth flopping open further, and immediately takes his whole cock into his mouth without the slightest hint of choking. Tetch knew what he was doing when he left the lower part of the face free. He knew the mouth wasn’t any use in the reprogramming so he’d cleverly left it free for other uses.
Ivy’s edibles were real good too, afterwards he’d be tired, the drugs could only take the edge of being hard so often, so he didn’t like abusing it but for now his cock is already rising in response to Robin’s soft lips and clever tongue.
Batman runs his hands over the smooth curves of the Hypnohelmet. There we go, there’s a good boy, please your master with your tongue.
He lazily thrusts in all the way down Robin’s throat and lets Robin’s mouth milk him just like his hole did. Robin studiously slathers attention on every inch of his Master’s glorious cock, even when Batman is balls deep in him he doesn’t choke once, he just tightens his throat rhythmically around his master’s cock. Batman breathes out harshly. The Hypnohelmet was glorious but sometimes he wished he could still fist his hands in Robin’s hair, especially when he was so close to...to...
He cums down Robin’s throat with a strangled gasp. Robin obediently swallows every last drop of his master’s cum and licks his cock clean. When he opens his mouth again Batman quickly pulls his cock back. Ivy’s Lustdust left him so sensitive, it seemed every orgasm after the first one kept getting bigger and bigger. He had to be careful; Robin would follow orders until he was ordered to stop. He didn’t want to get distracted by letting himself be sucked into a vortex of infinite blowjobs.
“Robin, stand and follow.” He orders and Robin stiffly rises from the chair and stands obediently just behind Batman. Batman leaves the private little chamber of the Hypnoprogramming Room. The door locks behind him and the false bookshelf slides over it to hide it from view. Perfect.
He walks deeper into the cave and takes his familiar seat in front of the Batcomputer. Alfred knows its his personal time but Robin can be commanded to make food and drinks in his absence.
“Robin. Ride.” He orders and relaxes back in his computer chair. His cock is already getting hard again and he enjoys laying back as Robin obediently straddles him. Robin’s tight hole kisses Batman’s cock and he sets a timer on the computer before he lets himself give into pleasure. He’s going shoot a few loads into Robin, maybe three, maybe four, before he thinks of something else to try.
Really Robin was so lucky he got Batman as a Master, someone with the resources to make him happy and obedient and good. As he grips Robin’s hips and thrusts up into him he wonders how long he’s going to run this program before he gets bored and reloads his second most used Protocol: Eager Crimefighting Sidekick back into him.
“Robin, strip.” He orders before he forgets and Robin pulls off the last of his uniform. Batman lets it fall to the cave floor unworried.
Batman toys with his Hypnoslave’s body, enjoying stroking his hands over the muscles formed from hours of acrobatics practice. He twists Robin’s nipples in his fingers until they must be sore and aching but Robin doesn’t pause in dedicatedly fucking himself on his Master’s cock. Batman groans, tightly gripping Robin’s hips as for the second time in an hour he cums hard into his Hypnoslave’s perfect tight asshole. With a groan he lies back in his chair, trying to catch his breath. Robin doesn’t skip a beat, his asshole keeps clenching rhythmically around Batman’s soft cock, gently but unstoppably teasing him back to full hardness. The loads of cum he’s already shot lubricate the motion with a wet squelching sound. Batman can feel his own cum drip down his balls but Ivy’s Lustdust doesn’t quit and even though he’s cock feels so incredibly sensitive and he’s sure he’s going to cum even harder next time he’s already getting hard again.
He lets himself lie back, not hide his moans, and have orgasm after mindblowing orgasm pulled out of him by the preprogrammed precision of Robin’s Hypnoslave boycunt.
The alarm goes off and Batman forces himself to catch his breath.
“R-Robin stop.” He pants out and hits the button to turn off the alarm.
Robin freezes in place, Batman’s cock half in and half out of his clenched ass. A bright pearl of cum trickles down Batman’s shaft. Even now he’s still hard.
“Robin, Doggystyle.” He orders.
Robin mechanically twists himself around without letting Batman’s cock slip out of him and puts his hands on the ground to brace. His legs tuck neatly in at Batman’s sides and he obediently resumes riding his Master’s cock. Batman grabs two handfuls of Robin’s asschecks, groping and squeezing them around his shaft as Robin continues to ride. Batman spanks them, once, twice, the sound echoing in the vast empty cave, and he nods with satisfaction as the skin turns a bright red. He keeps slapping, again and again until he feels his next orgasm cumming.
He grips the arms of the chair and lets his head lie back.
“Aaah! Aaaah! Fuck!” He groans skyward. “Aaaah fuck! Robin!”
He blows his load again. Robin’s ass is too small to contain all the cum he’s been pumping into it and cum splatters the back of his balls and oozes down his thighs. Fuck, he really has made a mess.
“Robin, tongue-clean that cum.” He orders.
Robin obediently turns back around and starts by licking clean his Master’s cock and balls before moving onto his thighs, then the chair, then the floor. Robin crouches alluringly with programmed precision as he laps up the puddle of cum like a cat licking at cream before he settles into a wonky circle chasing the cum that’s still leaking from his asshole around and around. It’s cute and by the time he’s obediently licked up every drop Bruce is half hard again and feeling more generous.
Robin’s half hard cock still bobs just above his stomach, hard enough to be out of the way when he was crawling but not hard enough for him to cum.
Well, why not, he’s been a good Master so far right?
“Robin, Cum.” He orders and sits back and watches the show.
Robin pauses, still kneeling but with his head still lolling listlessly to one side. His cheeks flush red and his cute little half-hard cock twitches against his stomach. Flushed and limp and helpless Robin lets out a deeply erotic groan as the Hypnohelmet pumps artificial pleasure into his system. Untouched his cock starts to rise and his moans become higher pitched and closer together as all the sensation that the Hypnohelmet has denied him from his use is amplified and played back to him at once. Pleasure floods his body, pleasure in every part and every place and the bone deep satisfaction of a thousand orgasms makes him scream with pleasure as his cock, untouched, stands fully upright and he cums violently all over his chest. The force of it is so great that a few drops even hit the Hypnohelmet itself. Batman wipes them away with his thumb. Robin lays limp and useless, fighting to catch his breath after the experience his Master has just given him. Feeble moans still flutter from him as the Hypnohelmet continues to deluge him with sensations as he tries for a repeat performance.
Sometimes when he was feeling generous he’d give Robin a tab too and see how many times he could cum in a day. Today’s not one of those days however and watching Robin’s joyous release just reminds him that he’s still good to go for more.
“Robin, cockwarm.” He orders.
His obedient Slave shuffles forwards on his knees and slips his velvety warm mouth back around Batman’s cock. He sighs.
“Robin, cum three more times.” He orders.
He feels Robin’s mouth quivering as another orgasm builds in him. His trapped moans vibrate pleasingly around Batman’s cock, escaping from Robin’s nose as panicked little snorts. Without Ivy’s help Batman figures it will be a while before he manages three unaided orgasms. Plenty of time to think about how he wanted to use him next. Then when Ivy’s aid wore off Robin can prepare him dinner and a drink and he can be back in the Hypnoprogramming Chamber in time for his Hypnohelmet to recharge. If he’s particularly satisfied then Batman might consider switching his programming back to Sidekick Mode. If not, well, another day of Obedient Slave was hardly a hardship.
He pats the smooth white shell of the Hypnohelmet.
Yes, Robin was truly a new man alright, a perfect obedient little cocksleeve for his master to use all he wanted. Wasn’t that better than having that nasty old free will that only made you sad and worried and not trust the people you should unthinkingly obey?
“Robin, agree with me.” He orders.
“Yes Master.” Robin says thickly from around his cock.
See? He agreed. Nothing immoral about this at all.