Wayne laid back in the large comfortable chair contemplating as he swirled the brandy around in the snifter he held. It had been a tiring night foiling the evil plans of the criminals of this city he had chosen to safeguard. Muggers, bank robbers, rapist and petty thieves all feared his dark cloaked figure swooping down on them from out of the shadows. The only bright spot in his nightly patrols was the trim, muscular body of his Boy sidekick, Robert, sitting beside him as they raced about the City.

The thoughts of the sleek body encased in those super tight clothes drove him crazy all night long. He would have long ago exposed the identity of his secret lust if not for the super strength jock strap he had developed. How he wanted to tear the kid's clothes off and throw him on the sleek hood of their car. He would ravage every inch of his skin with tongue and cock. His raging erection would slid so well into that smiling face, and fit snug in that sweet ass. He would churn out endless wads of cum till the kid was sputtering from the overflow.

Just the thought of Kid Robert twisting in passion and agony on the black hood of the car as Bruce plunged his cock into the sweet young ass was enough to bring Bruce to a climax. He looked down at the gray haired head of his trusty butler, Albert, servicing his cock. This was a nightly ritual for them. No sense the Master having to awake in the morning having shoot his load in a wet dream. Yet, it was nothing more than a release of the cum pressure in his balls; no passion, no affection, no reciprocation. After all, they had to maintain who was the servant and who was the Master.

Bruce spewed a hefty load into Albert's sucking mouth. More than normal because of the fantasies of Robert. Albert took great pains to not spill a drop of the man cream. After all, it would not do to soil Master Wayne's uniform. As soon as the last drops were safely stored in his stomach, he drew out a silk handkerchief. He duly cleaned the Master's cock, tucked it back in his uniform and pulled the zipper up. Standing, Albert readjusted his own clothing to perfect form. He picked up the now empty snifter, and ask if there was anything else the Master needed. Bruce dismissed him with a simple wave of his hand.

As welcome as these nightly sessions were, Bruce craved more. He wanted a man capable of returning his passion. He had tried his luck with all the other superheros at the Freedom Union at Clark Kent University. But his crime fighting partners at F.U.C.K. U. had proved unfruitful. The Birdman had outright declined his advances preferring the favors of his companion, the Harpy. He had better luck attracting the attentions of the Green Lamp, but he should of taken a clue from the guy's chest logo. He should of be prepared for the brutal anal attack. If a guy walks around with a picture on his chest showing him shoving his fist into a green lamp, you should figure he's into fisting. Things had progressed better with the Man of Steel, at first. How was he to know faster than a speeding bullet meant a hair trigger on orgasms. One touch to the guy's crotch and his cum was able to leap over the highest building. If he had been sucking on that dick when that had happened, he would have blown out the back of his head. Made Bruce wonder about all those male hustlers turning up in the alleys with a hole through their head, but no sign of a bullet or gunshot residue. Then there was Aquadude, very unappealing. The guy's dick always smelt like he had just fucked a fish, probably not far from the truth. And lastly there was the World's Fastest Man whose only interest was running around flashing his privates in public. He even hit on Wonder Girl, more butch than any of the guys. She said he wasn't her type. He realized why when he walked in on her licking the Harpy's slit. That left only Robert.

His thoughts again coming around to Robert, he reached for the remote. A push of the button caused the far wall to slide back revealing a bank of tv sets framing a large central screen. Since Robert had so far brushed off his advances, he had to satisfy his desire by voyeurism. Just last week Albert had taken young Master Robert on a trip to visit the gravesite of Robert's parents. While they were gone, he had installed wireless cameras all through the house, including Robert's shower, bath and bedroom. He could follow the Kid's every movie. He was thrilled at the naked body of the young boy projected on the large screen. If Robert moved to another room or area, he had only to press a button to move the image of him on one of the smaller sets to the large screen.

The Kid amazed him. He had expected the Kid to have a great body, and be fairly limber. Those years performing on the high wire in the circus had been good for his development. The first time he watched the Kid laying on his bed, jerking off in the supposed privacy of his bedroom, he was astonished at the size of the Kid's equipment. While it was only 7" long, it seemed much larger on such a trim, small body. Robert had started off by jerking his dick up and down. Once he achieved a full boner, Robert bent over and sucked his own dick. Bruce had seen autofellatio before. He had even twisted a few of the hardened criminals he caught into such a position, and left them tied up for the police to find them with their own dick in their mouth. The Commissioner had warned him on more than one occasion that the crook had suffered permanent injuries.

Yet, even Bruce was shocked tonight as he watched the screen to see Robert bent even further till he was rimming his own asshole. Bruce's mind seized upon this image to create a momentary fantasy where Robert was just priming himself to receive Bruce's raging hardon into his tight anal canal. The distraction clouded his mind to what was going on on the screen. When his mind cleared, Bruce was surprised to see Robert gone from the bed. He looked over the other smaller screens to locate the young Kid. It was to no avail, Robert was not to be seen. Bruce checked the external monitors but again there was no sign of Robert. He had to still be in the mansion.

As he pondered the missing object of his desire, Bruce remembered the only part of the house not covered by the cameras was Albert's room. Bruce had no desire to see the wrinkled prune of the old man's body. Perhaps Robert had gone there to send Albert on some errand. No problem, there were still the secret passages that honeycombed the Mansion.

Bruce slid open the wall panel leading into the passage, and proceeded to a hidden spot outside Albert's room. He switched on the speaker for the room, and heard the hushed voices of Robert and Albert. He slid open the back of the one-way mirror that looked out into Albert's room. The Kid was still as naked as he had been on his bed standing beside Albert. Albert was seated in his chair fully clothed. Bruce figured the Kid was going to make use of Albert's oral skills much as he had earlier.

As Bruce watched, Robert strode across the room with his erection jutting obscenely out from his body. He took Albert by the hand and drew him up to stand in front of him. However, instead of pushing the old man to his knees to service the urgently throbbing dick, Robert wrapped his arms around him in an embrace. Their faces tilted together and melted in a kiss of passion. Not just a simple peck, but an extended mashing kiss with signs of tongue action. As they drew their lips apart, Bruce could see spittle stretched from one tongue to the other. Robert slowly unbuttoned Albert's shirt, stopping to suckle on each nipple as it became exposed. He reached down and undid the buckle of the pants and let them fall to the floor. Albert pulled his shirt off his body, tossing it carelessly aside. Bruce was surprised to see the toned body that had hidden under the stoic attire of his butler for all these years.

Robert broke off from suckling Albert's nipples to lick his way down to the bulging white briefs. It was certainly apparent that Albert was well endowed. When he reached the waist of the briefs, Robert pulled them outward to peek inside. He smiled as he huskily whispered, "Hello, my love." He pulled the briefs down in one swift yank. Albert's boner bounced up to smack him in the face. Robert grabbed it and stared. He looked up at Albert's beaming face as he engulfed it to its full 9" length. No gagging, no prelims. One swallow down his throat for that burning log of man meat. When he came up for air, Albert's dick was coated with shiny spit. As Robert squeezed the shaft, a drop of precum flowed out. Robert greedily licked it off. He returned to his oral attention on the man's cock.

Soon, Albert tapped him on the head. Robert rose to his feet. Stepping out of the clothes piled around his feet, Albert lead the Kid over to the single bed. They assumed a 69 position. Soon the room was filled with the sound of suction. Surprisingly, it was Robert that first stiffened in the throes of passion. Bruce could see his ass cheeks clench as he must have shot waves of cum down Albert's throat. True to form, Albert did not spill a drop. Bruce resigned himself to the likelihood that the old man probably could not shoot a load.

As soon as Robert collapsed back on the bed, Albert shifted positions. He got between Robert's legs and lifted them toward the ceiling. Taking his clue, Robert drew his knees back to lock behind his ears. This not only brought his shrunken dick back up to striking distance of his mouth, but fully exposed his pink asshole to Albert. Albert leaned in and gently kissed the puckered ring. He then stuck his tongue out to lick up the crack of Robert's ass. After several broad licks, he settled into action on the rosebud before him. His tongue curled and stabbed at the tender flesh. As he repeated this action with deeper and deeper success each time, Robert's cock began to revive. When the Kid was firmly squirming under his tongue assault, Albert again drew back and shifted position. He lined his enormous hard on up with the spit covered target before him. A gentle pressure was rewarded with a blossoming of Robert's steamy rosebud. Albert gradually sank his shaft into Robert's anal opening inch by careful inch. Robert grimaced, not in paid but from the fullness that now invaded his most sacred place. The warmth of it spread through his bowels. Seeing his grimace, Albert stopped and asked, "Is it too much. Do you want to stop?" Robert shouted back, "No, I want it all. Fuck me like last week. I want you in me more than ever." To emphasize his desire, Robert shoved his ass upward to swallow Albert to the pubes. He groaned and repeated his implorment "Fuck me. Oh, fuck me hard." Albert quickly complied by withdrawing his shaft and plunging again into the hapless Kid. Each thrust draw forth more moans and pleas to fuck. Meanwhile, Robert's cock had again swelled to full size and was bobbing frantically, slapping against Albert's chest on the thrust in and Robert's face on the retreat. Suddenly, Robert stretched out his neck to capture the jiggling member in his own mouth. He began to suck in and out in his contoured position. Bruce could see the glaze coming over Albert's eyes, and reevaluated his assessment that the old man had no spunk left in him.

Robert withdrew his mouth from his dick as spasms of orgasmic pleasure spilled jet after jet of sticky cum out of the end of his dick to land upon his face. Albert grunted, and quickly withdrew from Robert's ass with a sucking plop. He grabbed his dick and furiously pumped it in the direction of Robert's face. A seemingly endless stream of white man juice shot out and splashed on Robert's face and chest. Mingling with Robert's own cum, it trickled down the smiling cheeks. Robert pushed his legs back down as Albert crawled up on top of the young man. Albert scooped up a load of cum with his tongue and deposited it into Robert's waiting mouth like a mother bird feeding her young. Teasing him, Albert scooped up another load and let it just barely drip on the end of his tongue held above the hungry mouth. Robert stretched his head upward to capture the slime coated tongue and clean it of its load. Albert laughed causing chuckles from Robert.

Calming down, the two lovers, for they were lovers not sex partners, lay in each others arms brushing their fingers across the others body. Robert turned to Albert and said "I'm glad Bruce sent us on that trip last week. It was nice to pay respects to my parents, but it even nicer for you to introduce me to the love between two men. I was sexually drawn to Bruce's body since I first met him, but I never felt I had a chance. He was always chasing the other Superheros' asses. I sometimes wondered if he even knew I had a dick."

Albert kissed him, and said, "Now Robert, I know I wasn't your first one. I don't care as long as I'm your next and next and next..." And with each "next", he rained a kiss down on Robert's bare chest.

Robin said, "I know, but when my father died, I never thought I would find another man to replace him. I just wish you didn't have to service that unemotional bastard's dick every night. Sometimes I wish he would get it broken off fucking the Man of Steel's ass."

Albert drew him close and looked into his eyes. "A butler must know his place. As long as Master Bruce requires it, I will do what is requested of me. Just rest assured that while he may have my obedience, you have my heart."

Bruce slunk back against the wall. Yes, he had wanted Robert's ass just as a convenient place to get his rocks off. But now Robert was the son that Albert never had had, and Albert was the father that Robert had missed for so long. He retreated to his study knowing he had lost the object of his lust forever.

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