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Tim really needed to find out what being in the universe had it out for him. Another weird situation that left him defenseless - again. He really needed to retire and he meant it. This time, it was a stray ray of magic bouncing through the BatCave and hitting him straight in his back so he couldn't have defended himself if he tried. And he would've. Because fighting intangible beams of magic would have been better than working on a case file and then suddenly finding yourself only a couple inches tall in a dark cave. Sure, there aren't any pests in the cave, but at this size? Everything's a threat. He needed help - and fast. The last thing he needs is to fall two feet to his death, or worse, become a stain on someone else's shoe. 

He shuddered at that. 

They wouldn't even know he was missing. He didn't tell anyone he was going to the cave, and the only reason he felt ballsy enough to head there was because he knew the systems were down and no one would hound him when he showed up. Patrol was going to start soon, yes, but that just meant everyone's nerves hadn't gone up enough that they would notice him. He'd disappear forever as the uniforms got cleaned, and his recent independence streak would mean they wouldn't expect communication. At some point in the far future, they'd finally take the first step before realizing he was gone. 

And then what? Would he be labelled a deserter? Someone who gave up?

A forgotten piece of an endless legacy that didn't need him to live on.

Just what he wanted.

But there was no time to waste on all of that.

He had to get to help. As soon as he could.

And besides, people would notice his uniform on the ground and notice something was off. While he didn't love being naked, it gave people a sign.

He just didn't stick too close in case he was dumped into a washing machine or a glass case, opting to pace himself to conserve energy across the floor, moving towards the BatComputer to try get people's attention.

Was it a good idea to be in one of the areas with the heaviest foot traffic in the Cave?

Probably not.

But life is nothing without its risks.

And besides, no one would be there for at least another hour, so he had the time-

The creak of the grandfather clock echoed through the air.

What?

Alfred was on vacation, which meant it was someone else who wasn't aiming to set up comms.

And given the system was down, it meant someone was trying to do work outside of patrol hours.

Sure, that is what he does, but he has his reasons. Cold cases to solve, crimes to deal with. Someone needs to do it.

The sounds of moving of someone moving down the stairs got louder and louder until finally they entered the light of the Cave, revealing themselves.

Oh No.

It was Damian.

He did a quick survey around the room, spotting Tim's uniform immediately and walking towards it with purpose.

Listen, he was getting along with the brat. Or at least, trying to.

Both of their inferiority complexes got in the way of that pretty explosively, and Tim was tired of dealing with the fallout. 

But this was his one shot. Damian was 18 now, and Tim was in his twenties. People change. 

As Damian picked up his empty suit, he yelled as loud as he could from where he was off to the side on his path to the BatComputer.

Damian turned in his direction, seeing nothing before looking downwards and noticing Tim's tiny form.

He crouched, moving closer and closer in as if trying to confirm that what he was seeing was real, before looking around at the rest of the cave.

"Hey Damian."

"Drake."

Well. They were off to a great start already.

"Does anyone know you're here?"

"I mean, people would have known I had been here-"

"So that's a no."

Tim hung his head low as an answer.

Damian hummed.

"Good," he said, right before he tossed Tim's uniform down to the depths of the cave.

"Hey!"

Damian turned to look at him. And Tim didn't like that look.

He stood to his full height, and pushed his foot in front of Tim's face. 

"Lick."

"What?"

"I said -" Tim was pushed straight against the floor as the foot put an increasing amount of pressure on his entire form, Damian slowly concentrating his weight onto one foot.

What good is pride if you're dead?

"Okay! Okay."

Damian looked at him with a wide smirk, letting his foot off Tim's form.

Tim got off from where he was on the floor, getting on his knees in an attempt to catch his breath.

And when he finally did?

He was in front of Damian's feet as the boy looked down on him. 

The threat was real, and he had to respond accordingly.

He moved closer to the right foot, wincing at the slight smell of sweat before forcing himself to get close, tentatively sending a single lick oh his big toe before stopping to look up at Damian's face.

"Did I tell you to stop?"

It was very real.

Slowly, he made his way across the toes, licking them each as much as he thought was necessary. Well, far more than he thought was necessary, because he didn't think this was necessary.

His form was kicked backwards, and he was on his back once again as Damian pressed the sole of his foot on his body. This time, much less force was applied, but still enough that he was reminded that he was at Damian's mercy this entire time. 

No one knew he was here. No one would know, unless he played along with Damian's game.

He started licking long strokes across the heavy skin, picking up sweat and dust but having no other choice than to swallow. 

After an agonizing thirty minutes of being forced to cater to both feet, Damian finally decided to speak up.

"Your performance was unsatisfactory."

"What did you expect?"

"For you to actually try."

Try genuinely lick his feet? Was it the new, much more massive size difference that gave Damian the confidence to say that kind of shit?

Damian moved to say something, but was interrupted as the screen crackled to life, choosing to engulf Tim in one hand held behind his back as he listened to Oracle's instructions.

Which meant people would be coming down soon.

Which meant he'd be safe and out of Damian's hands. 

Damian seemed to realize that too, and in a split second, came to a decision.

He picked up his boots, and tossed Tim straight in, sending him face first into the damp sole.

The smell of sweat was much worse in here. Damian wore long boots, meaning smells easily got trapped at the bottom. 

Where he was right now.

Damian let him be for a while, choosing to interact with Oracle and checking on the system like Tim was a non-priority.

Well, that sucks for him. 

Tim was resourceful and could get out of tough situations. He quickly ran back, entering the light where the opening was. He looked around, and found slight wrinkles and cracks in the fabric.

Bingo. 

He started grabbing onto them like they were rocks on a cliff side. Sure, they gave way much easier than rocks did, but they were his only way out. He just had to not think about the free fall.

He got up higher and higher, taking more and more risks as he tried to get out of there as soon as he could. The long part that lied against Damian's calves provided their own struggle, being less wrinkled since they were mostly stationary, but he grabbed hard enough that the fabric bunched under his hands, allowing him to reach to edge of the shoe.

Where he was shadowed as Damian's frowning face saw his position, before shaking the boot and sending him back down to the bottom. The light from the opening faded away, and smells got stronger, as Damian's foot entered the base of the shoe. 

Tim watched in horror as the foot grew closer and closer. He tried backing away, but the form-fitted Kevlar material offered no real space for him to escape as the foot descended straight onto his body, pinning it in place. 

"Damian!"

He scrambled and pushed against the pulsing, warm foot as the space grew tighter and tighter.

He's tying the laces.

He'd have taken the ignorant crushing over this - hell, even the quick knowing. But this? Tears ran as the acrid smell filled his lungs, sweat and grime covering him and entering his mouth as he tried to gasp for air under the unrepentant weight. 

He could hear muffled voices from outside, asking Damian a question

"Are you ready?"

He could picture Damian's shit-eating grin. "More than ever."

Of course, no one payed much attention to the weird mannerisms he displayed. They called it artifacts from his training, but Tim knew what it was. An excuse ready to be launched any time he was actually up to something - like he was right now.

The weight moved up off him momentarily as Damian took experimental steps, and Tim took the opportunity to drag himself between the boy's toes before being pinned again, this time colliding with the wall of the shoe as he was pushed with more force than you would need unless you were torturing someone in your shoe. Slowly, the toes around him wriggled, distorting his body and drawing screams as

Tim felt his body bend under the weight of the titan above him. The movement stopped, but it offered no reprieve. The toes curved around his form, effectively trapping him.

I just solved his issue for him.

Damian landed on the back of his feet. And Tim still needed to breathe He would have done something - shifted his weight or lost efficiency in fights as he tried to draw out this torture for as long as he could. But now? Tim was cushioned in between the meat of his toes at a point of low force. And he had access to air - while still being under Damian's full control. He still had to deal with the smell, the heat, and the sweat, but he gave Damian the greatest weapon he could use against him. 

His own safety.

"Just one more thing."

The shifting and the increased weight on him indicated Damian was kneeling. And then he whispered, low enough that no one else could hear.

"Enjoy the ride."

That was one of the worst nights Tim has ever had in his entire life. The entire night was spent running and jumping, with every flex of Damian's feet pushing his body to its limits. 

Damian didn't kick much, but it seemed to be his only fighting method all patrol, which was chosen specifically for the captive prisoner held in his shoes.

That wasn't even taking into account the sweat. And the smell.

And it seemed the universe DID have it out for him.

Another Arkham breakout meant he was out there for hours longer than he should have been, meaning the sweat started to pool.

Their shoes were terrible at letting out sweat, with the only way to get rid of the liquid being an absorbent material Tim patented. They replaced the pads every so often, washing and drying older ones so they could go back to holding liquid.

And it seemed Damian hadn't replaced his in a while.

The sweat from around the foot started pooling around his legs, every kick sending more onto his face, which meant that Damian started to kick even more than he already was during patrol.

When he was finally let out, it was in one of the bathrooms on the ground floor, one private to the suits, unceremoniously tossed out of the shoe into Damian's waiting palm.

"Did you have fun?" 

"You. Bitch."

Damian smirked, pinching his form between his two fingers and dangling him in front of his face, choosing to match his cadence.

"You. Piece. Of. Shit."

Every word out of Damian's mouth mocked him, choosing to laugh softly at the look on Tim's face before settling on a wide grin.

"Now, you're all for proving your worth, are you not?"

That sent something through him. Tim really didn't like where this was going.

Damian walked with him in his palm until he was in front of the toilet bowl.

No.

He was dropped, plopping into the water and crashing into the bottom, before forcing himself to swim upwards to the surface of the water.

And when he got there, Damian was standing above him.

"How you leave here is up to you now."

He didn't really mean that-

Was he just going to leave him here?

"We didn't catch Killer Croc today after the breakout. If you see him later, say hi."

Forget Killer Croc - the sewage alone would kill him.

He slowly started to claw up the porcelain, but the steep angle and smooth material meant he slipped back into the water.

"Good luck."

Luck was never on his side.

That was only made more evident by the fact that someone started knocking on the door, clearly intending to use the bathroom behind Damian. He just needed to get their attention.

The door unlocked and someone rushed in, shutting the door fast as they shoved Damian out before rushing to the toilet.

Fuck.

They were far too distracted to actually notice him.

He had to get out. 

Now.

He swam back down and left the water with enough force to land him on the porcelain again, but it was too late.

Duke's giant form had already pulled out his cock, and it was aimed right at him. 

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He was hit in the face with a stream of hot piss that pushed him off the porcelain and under, the source not paying attention to his scrambling form as he pressed a hand against the wall in relief. The currents pulled him under and moved him around, the shock meaning Tim swallowed some piss as it flowed around him. The stream didn't seem to end, meaning Duke was likely holding it in for a while as he finished up his patrol.

The golden liquid foamed around him, but he had to get above it all to try either climb up the smooth porcelain or get Duke's attention, lest he get washed away into the city's sewage system. He pushed hard against the current that was still going strong, eventually crowning above the liquid as the pace started to slow, Duke's sigh of relief showing that he was almost done.

His hand started moving towards the flush as he finally looked at the toilet bowl.

"Oh ew."

Duke seemed more intent on pressing the flush after seeing him, thinking him something that didn't flush properly.

He started splashing more, yelling into the sky even though it meant that droplets started splashing into his open mouth. He didn't really care right now - he didn't want to end up in the death trap that was Gotham's sewer system while this small.

Evidently, it seemed Duke was curious enough to pay more attention, moving closer like he wanted to see what manner of weird bug managed to get this far into the manor.

Shock covered all this features as he saw it was a person, before the recognition set it.

He was picked up out of the bowl between a finger and a thumb, getting shook to remove most of the liquid that coated his form before Tim watched the liquid swirl and disappear with the press of the flush, clear water taking its place. And fortunately, without him. 

"Close your eyes."

Tim obeyed as Duke held him under the soap dispenser, letting the cold, heavy globs fall on his form before rubbing his form between his palms to get rid of the smell and whatever liquid still stuck to his body. He was dried with a towel, then subtly carried by Duke to his room on the second floor.

He shut the door behind him, before staring at Tim's form.

"What happened to you?"

"Magic. In the cave."

"Yeesh. That sucks man." Duke paused for a second. "Were you even supposed to be there?"

Tim really hated that question. It always made him question where he stood, especially with the Batman. But he was allowed. He had to be.

Right?

Duke took his silence as an answer, pushing on to another question.

"Why didn't anyone notice?

"Uhh. Well, I may have gone in while the systems were down."

"Oh."

Duke contemplated something for a second, trying to figure something while he stared at Tim's naked form sitting on his palm. He seemed to reach some kind of decision, moving off of his bed while still keeping Tim in his grasp and grabbing something from under it, before a yelp left Tim as he was thrown towards it.

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Duke threw him straight into a tube. The squishy material softened his long fall, and Tim quickly recovered from the force of impact, looking around at the pink tinted walls.

Is this a-

As he looked back up, he saw Duke's swollen cock head enter the tunnel above him.

A fleshlight.

Fuck.

He was backed up against the end of the tube, trying and failing to hold on as it tilted upwards to give Duke a better angle.

Unfortunately, he didn't have to fall far, falling straight onto the cock that had only crossed the halfway point of the fleshlight, eliciting a moan from the owner, before scrambling to stay on it as he elevated before getting pressed up against the wall. He tried pushing against it, but every bit he pushed back meant more force against him as moans never stopped. Given the angle, there was nowhere for his hands to go except onto the head, pleasuring Duke more.

Finally, the incline of the tube felt calmer and the cock head went backwards, leaving Tim to crumple against the squishy floor, gasping slightly for air.

Maybe it was the previous experience which made his ability to hold his breath better, but the cool rush of air in his lungs helped prove to him he was still alive, no matter how shitty his situation was.

But the slight reprieve didn't last long.

The tip grazed at his face, the cock slit opening like a maw and suckling on his skin as Duke made circular motions around his body, rubbing his entire form with pre, stopping at his face and giving it more attention. The urethra opened around the form of his head, bringing it into the pulsing form, growing tight around his face as the stimulation somehow made the giant harder. He was dragged backwards as Duke took his cock backwards one final time-

Before thrusting aggressively, pushing Tim out and past.

He tumbled down past the head, his now lubed up form sliding between the walls and forcing him to lie flat against the shaft.

Duke could feel it too, grabbing him through the fleshlight and rubbing him up and down his erect form while he breathlessly stuttered and moaned the entire time. Pre started leaking onto his form more and more as Duke moved him slowly upwards, rubbing him against every nook and cranny on his way to the spluttering cockhead.

And he was back there again. The form started to batter against him without any rhythm, the sticky yet slick substance never deciding whether he was meant to slip off or stick to it. 

And whenever it would twitch a bit more? Growing hotter as it seemed to reach its climax?

Duke stopped in his tracks, knowing his limits, but keeping him and himself right where they were until he got soft enough to keep going for a few more minutes, edging himself endlessly for a solid hour before losing focus.

The only warning Tim got was a satisfied sigh before he was completely covered in white, hot, cum. It got everywhere, sticking to his entire form and getting into his nose and mouth.

He instinctively coughed, trying to get it out, which meant he was unprepared when another round of cum flashed past him, going straight into his open mouth and completely filling him up. 

The tube started to fill up more, forming a shallow pool he was still able to drown in as the cock finally receded.

He wiped the substance away from his eyes, looking straight up as the tube filled with light.

Duke was peering straight at him, one eye gazing at his stuck form as he tried and failed to get up. And when he finally did, a groan accompanied a shake to the tube that sent him straight back under the pool of cum again.

When he got back up out of it, he was in darkness again, looking straight at the cock head, back at the entrance of the tube.

Fuck.

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He doesn't know how long he'd been trapped in there, but he does know how many time Duke came on him. The fleshlight was left lidded, washed out and emptied of liquid while he was still inside the entire time, meaning he couldn't exactly leave even when Duke had left his room - and Tim alone - for long periods of time. 

But that doesn't mean he couldn't try.

The movements were slow, but Tim managed to unscrew the lid a bit, focusing on twisting as much as he could to see how far he could get.

While not getting pounded into, he managed to reset his inner clock a little, being able to track the hours going by, the long break meaning Duke was on patrol, meaning he wouldn't be back to the manor in a long while.

He froze as he heard the door creak open and loud footsteps - too loud to be Duke - started walking around the room. He could hear parts of muffled whispers as someone outside tried to keep quiet about the fact they were somewhere they weren't supposed to be. Tim leaned in towards the area where the cap was open in the direction of the mysterious person in Duke's room to try see who was there and if they could help.

And Tim was too distracted by that to notice as the tube started moved slightly forward, stopping the person in their tracks and redirecting their focus to his prison.

The boot came down against the tube, rolling it sightly.

"Is this-"

Yes. Yes it was. 

He fell against the end of the tube, the soft material not being able to counter the fast impact as it knocked the breath out of his lungs. The fleshlight was rotated as the person on the outside took in everything about it, choosing not to open it. It's just courtesy. 

And then he was dropped back onto the floor, letting out a loud yelp as the fleshlight rolled around before coming to a stop. Somehow, he avoided bruising from the fall and tumble, but he didn't avoid notice. 

Evidently, the someone heard the yelp, as the fleshlight was picked up again, opening to a scarred green eye peered straight at him. 

"Well well well. Look at what we have here." 

Jason.

He really, really didn't want Jason to be the one who found him. The man dumped him straight into his pocket and took the motorcycle all the way to a safehouse across Gotham before grabbing him tightly and pulling him out to face him.

"Jason please-"

"Sorry you have to be this tall-" he mimicked a height which Tim wasn't even tall enough to reach while regular sized "-to ride. And well, you just don't cut it."

Oh no.

Jason was dangerous.

Jason didn't care.

"Ja-" he was cut off, yelping as he was flung straight into the sky while Jason hummed and huffed, like he was some kind of stress toy.

The repeated movements up and down as Jason strutted around the room made him nauseous, making the wait worse as the previous Robin tried to figure out how he could have his fun.

He landed ungracefully straight into the still palm, the impact sending shockwaves his entire body.

He shakily lifted himself up, turning his head upwards to look at Jason's face.

His smirking face.

"I did need a new sweat rag."

No. No no no.

Jason cupped his palm as he walked across the room with purpose, dumping Tim out into a metal cup as he shuffled around the space. 

Tim couldn't see anything. The metal walls around him were too smooth to latch onto, too far apart to leverage his way out of the space. 

But he had to try something. 

He took steps backward, then rammed into the side wall of the cup. Again. Again. Again.

Finally, after multiple pushes against the cold metal, the cup tipped over, shifting his perspective as he rolled slightly across the table. 

Only to see the same Cheshire grin looking back at him.

"Cute. But you aren't going to get away that easily."

Jason had ditched the hood, the jacket, and the undershirt, leaving nothing but his pants and a tight, slightly off white wifebeater.

Tim slumped against the wall exhausted as two fingers reached into the cup, dragging him out and back into the harsh lighting of the garage Jason worked on his vehicles in.

"Now, I know I haven't showered in a while, but thankfully, I've got you to help clean me up."

Tim's eyes sparked back up, looking at Jason's stupid face with that stupid grin, as he slowly lifted his arm up, showing his armpit covered in a tangle of messy hair.

A tangle he was slowly moving towards.

And then he was kicking again. That seemed to amuse Jason even more, as he laughed lightly at his antics before he started singing the tunes to the Jaws theme as the musky pit grew closer and closer. 

Tears sprung as the odor reached his nose. It seemed Jason wasn't kidding about not showering, but it didn't change the fact that the hairy area was getting closer and closer.

And it seemed Jason had enough of playing with his prey, pushing Tim solidly straight into the pit, brushing him along with two strong fingers crushing against his back. He started to cough, but that was an even bigger mistake, as the grime and sweat settled onto his tongue, making him cough even harder as Jason laughed.

Slowly, the fingers pulled away, but Tim was still stuck in the hair, tangled in the bushy mess.

"Aww. You want to stay?"

Tim craned his face to look straight at Jason, but the angle meant he could only see half of his face.

"Who am I to deny you that?"

Tim's cries fell on deaf ears as the arm he was now attached to started lowering, gradually sending him off into the darkness with a mocking wave.

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He doesn't know how long he was stuck there for, but he knows that Jason did enough work that he seemingly forgot about him.

Which is to say, he did enough work to sweat up a storm. Which could mean that Jason didn't forget about him. 

He would have found Jason's skill to do hard manual labor and have some levels of social interaction without raising his arm impressive if it didn't mean he was trapped like this. 

Finally, the arm was raised fully once more, allowing Tim access to fresh and cool air for the first time in over a day as Jason plucked him out.

"Did you enjoy your stay?"

Tim snarled at him, which just made Jason smirk.

He was thrown against the soft couch, landing face first and taking time to get his bearings. Too much time, as evidenced by the shadow growing darker under him. He turned his body around right on time to see Jason's massive ass come crashing down on him, pinning him into place between the pants and the scratchy fabric of the cheap couch. He yelled and pushed against the fabric of his pants as he was ground into the sofa cushioning.

And then he heard it.

"God I really shouldn't eat that much Taco King."

Oh no. Oh no no no no-

"It really can't be that good for me."

He could hear the noises Jason's gut was making from above him, making him start to fight harder, trying to push the hulking form off of him before-

PBLLRT-

He started to gag heavily as the gas completely filled the air in and around him.

BRFPRBB-

"Oh god - That was really bad."

Tim started to cough, losing his ability to fight as he was completely distracted by the need to breathe.

"Why do I even eat this crap?"

His body gurgled again, getting into form as Jason pressed himself harder into the sofa, forcing Tim to get closer to the smelly hole.

"Oh right. I love the taste."

Evidently, Jason wasn't immune to the shitty food, eventually getting up after two hours of constant gas to use the bathroom. He would've taken Tim with him, prodding at his form, but given Tim was still except for a couple of writhes against the sofa as his body reacted numbly to the torture, he was left there as Jason ran to the bathroom.

Tim couldn't bring himself to move, even though he knew it'd be worse here if he didn't. 

He didn't know how he survived this far, but he wasn't too sure of his chances once Jason came back.

"What the hell is that smell?"

Tim watched as Dick Grayson walked past the couch he was on, staring at the TV and the beer bottles on the table while holding his nose at the smell. He turned, looking straight at the couch with a disgusted look on his face before his eyes widened at the sight of Tim's flat form on the cheap material.

He pinches himself, before approaching and picking him up, removing his fingers from his nose before immediately flinching as he realized Tim was the thing that smelled.

"You reek."

Tim couldn't even make a half-hearted response, choosing to glare at the laughing vigilante who reached inside a pocket, fishing inside to produce a bottle of alcohol spray before misting Tim's entire form and rubbing the burning sensation into every part of his body.

He smelled like a hospital, but it was a smell he'd take over smelling like shit.

Dick looked around, probably trying to find Jason around somewhere before shrugging, shifting his focus back onto Tim.

"Now, where to keep you."

He rubbed a finger across his chin as Tim's reddened form looked at the giant face contemplating what to do with him.

"People get mugged all the time in Gotham, so the pockets aren't safe. And I don't think you'd be very safe in a shoe."

Tim wasn't going to bring up that he could be.

The gears finally clicked in Dick's mind, looking down at Tim then further downward, Tim joining his moving gaze, as it came to Dick's pants.

Slowly, Dick pulled the waistband of his pants and boxers forward, giving Tim a view of the manscaped bush leading to his cock and balls before he was unceremoniously dumped in, preventing him from getting a word in. 

The waistband snapped shut.

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He fell face first into the bush, getting stuck quickly as the hairs tangled around him and the underwear held him in place. Dick jumped out the window he came in from a few minutes ago, leading Tim to get more stuck as Dick started casually walking towards the bus stop, getting on the next bus to one of his spare apartments across the city.

Dick idly scratched at the pubic hair through his pants in his seat as Tim thrashed about, dislodging Tim from that prison but sending him tumbling down, pressing him up against Dick's penis that was slowly starting to get hard under him.

Dick pulled the walls of Tim's prison forward again, sending him tumbling down until his body was pinned right under the heavy ball sack while the foreskin engulfed his face, leaving him inside a warm space that deeply smelled of piss while staring down

Evidently, that was too arousing for Dick's 'subtle' approach, as he quickly covered his moan with a cough before shifting his weight and pressing on Tim's legs to bring his head out of the foreskin, leaving it with a pop.

Now, his face was directly under the hairy balls, which took pleasure in snugly nesting him between them and he tried and failed to search the wrinkled skin for some space to breathe.

That seemed to get him more excited, and evidently, Dick didn't want to get put into that position, opting to leave the bus at the next stop.

But rather than walking home, giving Tim the small space he needed to not arouse the giant any more, Dick decided on riding a bike back to his apartment. He was pressed up harder between the wrinkled skin and the hard material of the bicycle seat, being pushed deeper and deeper into the wrinkled skin as he felt the testicles inside churn out liquid, the swelling taking up more space. Evidently, Dick decided against coming in his pants in public, standing up briefly and making a small thrust that moved allowed Tim's head and torso to be sat under his perineum. But his legs were free.

He started to kick into the air, occasionally hitting skin above him while Dick cycled along at a leisurely pace.

One of the kicks landed on a more wrinkled surface before he lost his leg, getting sucked in and taking getting a gasp from both Dick and Tim.

Please don't be -

More of his leg got sucked in, and Tim's attempt with his other to get traction around the area meant he was two legs down, slowly getting suctioned more and more into Dick's asshole.

He was grateful to the force keeping him pinned, which of course, meant he lost it almost immediately, as Dick reached his building before starting to run up the stairs two at a time slowly getting Tim stuck in up until his knees. Tim made an attempt to push against the glutes, which slowly brought his legs out while Dick shakily unlocked his apartment door. He held his hands between the cheeks, pushing them apart as little as he could with Dick constantly clenching and causing his cheeks to clap with him in the middle. He used the traction he had to pull more of his legs out, almost getting both his feet out.   

All the work he did was made meaningless as Dick immediately fell to the floor after closing the door behind him, the fall and change in position meaning Tim was disoriented, which Dick's body immediately took advantage of, taking him in up until his thighs and grabbing his hands with them.

Dick started thrusting against the carpet, making broad strokes that opened and closed the cheeks around him, allowing him to set the pace he absorbed Tim at. He wasn't even going to touch him to get him inside.

Dick was moaning heavily, rubbing his entire body in long thrusts that pulled him deeper and deeper inside, each clench showing more and more how close the giant was to finishing.

Thanks to him.

He was inside up to his chest before Dick let out a relieved sigh that was accompanied with a squeeze that instantly knocked the breath out of him.

More of him was suctioned in, the muscles moving in natural response, before stopping around his neck, the pressure of the occasional clenches choking him as Dick idly came off of his climax.

There was a part of him that was reminded of when he was trapped in the fleshlight just days prior.

There were similarities, sure.

But the fleshlight itself wasn't mind-numbingly warm. It didn't squeeze around his body. It smelled, yes, but not like this.

And it didn't have the face of his childhood hero attached to it.

How was he going to get out of this?

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He'd been stuck for a while. And it was not, in any way, comfortable. Given the frequency and the strength of the clenches, he was surprised his bones hadn't shattered, Dick definitely enjoying his presence as he hummed around the space.  

He could hear the doorbell ring and the sound of someone entering the apartment, staying inside while the door shut and exploring the space. The comments were muffled through two layers of clothing, but he could hear rustling get louder as louder as Dick lost layers, with one jab downwards taking off Dick's pants and underwear. 

His face was met with harsh lighting, as cool air moved past his form. He blinked until his eyes settled, seeing Dick's butt cheeks spread open by the man's hands, as if showing him off.

And he was.

The lighting went dim as he was met face to much bigger face with Roy Harper, who seemed shocked as he understood what exactly he was looking at before looking straight up at the face the body he was trapped in was attached to.

The cheeks ran back into position with a thud, putting him in a dark environment again and muffling some of the noise.

It sounded like fighting, especially given the shakes of skin hitting skin and movements backward Dick seemed to be taking.

Slowly, the cheeks around him were peeled back again, leaving Tim to look straight at Roy's lubed-up cock hardening in his hands as he took long, meaningful strokes across the entire length.

Not again.

The man was smirking down at him as he slapped his cock against his hand, moving closer and closer to where he was, Dick moving in response to lie on the bed with his ass in the air as Roy knelt behind him, intent on watching Tim disappear into the hole.

Dick's playful voice resonated through his entire body "Fill me up Roy."

The cock was right in front of him, but he could only look straight up at the archer, hoping that this was some sort of trick or scheme to get him out.

"I plan on it."

That was the only warning he got as the cock dragged across his face, circling around the rim of the asshole. The cock pushed up against his face one last time before moving back.

And thrusting him backwards.

The rimmed walls bruised as the thrusting cock battered, the tight space mixing with the repeated pounding to create one of the worst experiences he can say he's ever had.

He could hear the stuttering of moans from both people, constantly shifting and turning him around as they jumped onto Dick's bed, forced to stay in the middle of the two fucking each other senseless.

The walls were tight, constantly clenching around the two objects it surrounded but having much more of a negative effect on him than it was on the cock that seemed to be intent on smothering him. He held on for dear life as he was pounded deeper and deeper, but the lube, pre, and the general messiness the entire event was having on his mental state meant he slipped under the cock rather than staying on top of it, and he was forced between a rock and a hard place, the general tightness of the space between Dick's walls and Roy's cock meaning he didn't have much room to breathe.

And evidently, that had another effect.

Dick moaned louder than he had before, clenching Tim's form until it hugged tightly around the now still cock above him.

And then it started again. Harder and faster than before.

The friction started to burn at him, something no lube could fix as they started to fuck like there was no tomorrow, shifting angles constantly like they were just virgins who discovered that if they moved their body they could get into more comfortable positions.

They finally seemed to settle on one where Dick was riding Roy, looking straight down as he straddled himself in his lap, leaving Tim straight up against the cock he was pressed against as they both seemed intent on lifting higher and higher and dropping quickly. One time, his legs slipped out of the rim of muscle, sticking to the girthy cock from all the fluid that he'd been drenched in, and before Dick could drop, strong arms stopped him in his path. 

It seemed Roy saw him.

"Just hold it right there."

Roy laid down, going flat against the mattress, intent on fully watching the entire show.

He could feel Dick smirk from here.

Slowly, Dick made slow movements, letting more and more of Tim while still keeping some part of Roy inside of him.

His entire body met the cool outside air, and he turned his head to look behind him, allowing him to see Roy holding up his phone to record the entire thing from where he was stuck to his cock.

He smiled at him.

And then Dick dropped.

His entire form was engulfed again, the rush of the pink walls scraping heavily against his form and pulling him straight off the cock. Which only seemed to make things worse.

Slowly, the cock and muscle pulled him upwards, Dick tilting back and forth in this attempt to get his body to match Roy's pace and position. And there wasn't much Tim could do to stop that. He met the crown of the mushroom tip as it rubbed itself across his face, before taking him onto the slimy cock head that seemed ready to spurt.

This really made the fleshlight look better. 

Spurt it did, the hot cum splashing against his face and forcing him further and further, each strand pushing him deeper as Dick seemed intent on riding out Roy's entire orgasm as the tight clenches momentarily holding him in place to seemingly drown in the semen indicated that Dick came as well.

Dick slowly pulled himself off the cock as it gave a weak spurt. The muscle walls were slightly easy to fight against, given they were just rammed into oblivion and covered in slick, but he still wasn't fast enough to make it out of the winking hole, Dick falling straight onto the bed and closing up the hole quickly, leaving Tim to fight the muscles that fought back harder, the slippery liquid surrounding him, and the forces of gravity to try make it to the exit.

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Eventually, in his post-coital bliss, Dick remembered what that small pounding against his prostate was, clenching with a moan at the realization.

"Aren't we forgetting something?"

Roy didn't get the hint.

"Blowjob?"

"No silly. Maybe later, but no. Something." He grabbed a now stiff ass cheek and squeezed, crushing Tim a little bit more. 

He could imagine the lightbulb going off over Roy's head as he nodded in agreement, before taking over Dick's position and squeezing both cheeks against each other, resetting the slightly looser space back into a war and tight prison.

Every knead and prod slowly let the muscles he had been fighting against for the past half hour start suckling him in deeper and deeper, every movement further downwards eliciting a moan.

Finally, after slipping downwards, light broke through, accompanied by two massive fingers poking and prodding. He could hear the voices clearer, but he doesn't think he ever wants to again.

"I can't believe you did all this just for me."

"I wanted to surprise you."

"Well, color me surprised."

Slowly, the fingers went deeper and deeper, beating the pace he was going at.

"A bit more. Just a bit deeper"

Dick was a moaning mess right now, fully intent on enjoying every moment of this. It helped that the clenches held him in place - held him in range of Roy's fingers. He doesn't think he would want to go any deeper than he already had. 

Finally, the fingers reached his head, teasing at it before grabbing it, holding him tightly in between as he tried pulling him out.

It seemed that Dick's body wouldn't let him. 

The muscles pulled him downward, and given his slick form, Roy lost his grip.

Dick was moaning like crazy, muffling them into a pillow. 

Roy, determined, pushed through again. He was grabbed again, but this time more of his body was pressed between the soft of the finger and the nail. The massive fingers slowly pulled him, taking his time as he played tug of war with Dick's insides, with Tim as the rope.

Once his feet were out of the ring of muscle, it was easy going, being easily pulled out of the stretched space and into the cool air.

While his eyes adjusted to the quick change in the lighting levels, he could hear Dick's sigh as he felt empty again but he wasn't in much of a caring mood right now. Once his eyes fully adapted, he was met with the sight of being in between the two lovers as they shared glances with each other, not even bothering to pay proper attention to him.

There was still some cum leftover on Dick's stomach, and Roy, the ever opportunistic, didn't seem intent on letting it go to waste. 

Without much care, he flung Tim onto Dick's pectoral muscles while he slowly licked long stripes about the abdomen.

Before he could jump off, Dick's fingers pushed him down, forcing him to meet his battered nipple, rubbing him in circles while Roy dutifully licked Dick's bare body clean. 

And Tim was sick and tired of this entire thing, kicking hard against the flesh and causing Dick to yelp and pull his hand away.

He stood shakily, but it seemed he forgot that Roy was there, and that he was evidently annoyed at him for the superficial harm he did to the vigilante, grabbing at Dick's pec and shaking until Tim fell on his ass. 

Before he could completely turn around to see Roy's face, it met him, his open mouth scooping Tim up straight from Dick's chest into a hard maw, clacking his teeth as Tim fell into the now enclosed space. The tongue didn't seem to know what to do for a second, but it was spurred into motion as Dick let out a surprised laugh, pushing him around and taking strong, long licks that covered his entire body as his teeth shifted to get from angle to angle.

He fell backwards at the front teeth, his head slipping out of surprised lips that adapted to stop more of him from getting out.

"Ple-"

Dick laughed softly as he lazily raised his hand to push Tim's head back into Roy's mouth. He rode the tongue as is sucked on his form, throwing him against the hard teeth, seemingly determined to taste his entire body and enjoying himself all the while. The jaws opened slightly without opening the lips, pushing him in between softly closing teeth as the playfully teased his skin, no matter how much he tried to push them away. His tongue took an interest in his back, pushing him face-first against the wall of his cheek. There was a chuckle from outside and a vibration that sounded like a jesting hum shaking through his entire body as the people on the outside seemed to come to a silent agreement.

Tim was pushed up against the lips as Roy tilted forward, opening his mouth and dropping Tim-

Straight into the gaping maw of Dick Grayson.

The teeth clicked shut behind him playfully as he scrambled away from the opening at the back of the throat, which was hard to do given the steep incline and slippery surface.

Thankfully, Dick let his head hang, keeping him away from an end rotting in someone's stomach, but given the suckling around him, he wasn't sure would have preferred something else. Dick's technique was far different from Roy's, actually savoring the taste and sucking hard till the blood rushed wherever Dick was focusing on like he was a piece of candy. He opened his mouth wide, letting Tim bend over his teeth as the tongue started to explore Tim far more than he would want. He could see a look on Roy's face before Dick tilted his head backwards again, shutting the mouth behind him before suckling once more.

The jaw suddenly shook still, and a force from outside seemed to drag it into a fixed position. And then he heard Roy speak.

"Open your mouth again."

And Dick always loved to please. 

He opened his maw, showing off Tim's wet, tired, struggling form in all its beauty.

Tim had long come to the conclusion that no one was going to help him out of this, but it only just set in.

Their mouths clashed, tongues flying past each others and leaving Tim in the middle of a very slick sandwich.

The tongues were aggressive in their motions, pushing and pulling, each trying to be more dominant than the other over Tim's shaking form. 

He travelled from Dick's mouth to Roy's somewhere in the scuffle, but it seemed Dick wasn't too keen on that, his deft tongue pushing past Roy's defenses to pull him back, forcing him to rest under the tongue and against the lower teeth as he deflected Roy's movements. The saliva pooled around him, allowing Roy traction to pull him out, before immediately pulling out of the kiss, much to Dick's dismay.

But then something happened, because Dick sounded happy.

Which meant bad things for Tim.

The tongue darted past him, exiting the mouth while Tim was still perched on it.

Slowly, his body was moved more and more towards the exit, his head exiting first while still laying on the tongue, moving with it as it slowly licked at the leaking asshole. And then he was part of the lick, brushing against the rim of the hole he had only just gotten out of minutes prior. Slowly, more and more of him left Roy's mouth as the tongue got deeper and deeper, taking Tim with it as it stretched out the rim of the already battered hole.

Roy was finally satisfied when Tim's head was fully immersed into the already slick hole, letting his entire body leave his mouth and leaving him with one last lick before he was left alone, slapping against skin while being stuck in place by the clenching rim. 

And it seemed Dick was satisfied with that too, moaning deeply as Tim struggled to get a hold of himself, using all his energy into one final attempt to get out.

And he would've succeeded too, if it weren't for the two fingers pushing against his back, slowly letting more of himself back into the slick tunnel as Roy Harper stretched Dick around him. 

There wasn't really much work they had to do until they could again.

"I have something for you."

"Hm."

He was clean, yes. But he was in a jar. And he doesn't think any amount of showers will help get rid of the feelings he'd felt over the past few days. He looked through the jar, peering past his arms from where he was huddled to see who he'd end up with now.

"Bruce!"

He sprung up to his feet, before immediately falling as Dick placed the container he was trapped in on Bruce's table with a laugh.

But that didn't matter.

Bruce was here - and he could finally listen to him. They'd find a way.

"I'll leave you two alone."

Dick walked out of the room, with Tim watching as he shut the door behind him. When he heard the click, he turned back around to see Bruce staring intently at his form through the glass. He immediately went into explaining his predicament - the best he could at least. Without all the embarrassing (and unprovable) details.

"I don't know what happened, but there was a blast of magic in the cave a few days ago, and I got really lost, but I-"

Something was off. Bruce was fidgeting more than usual, with clear motion happening underneath the desk. Suddenly, he got up to his feet before walking around the table to the opposite side, eyes never leaving his form as he circled around him. 

"Look. I know I probably wasn't supposed to be in the cave-"

"You were."

"What?"

He popped the button of his pants open, and pulled the zipper down.

"You were, Tim."

"Bruce?"

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"Bruce what-"

"You're so smart Tim. But you're far too independent."

He should have gotten used to the sight of a giant, hard, cock. But this was supposed to be different - this was Bruce. This was the Batman. He shouldn't have to expect this from him.

What he definitely didn't expect was the sheer size of the cock, it girth and length being too big for human standards, let alone the standards of a shrunken individual.

Bruce grabbed the jar, opening it while Tim lay frightened, unable to do anything expect split his focus between the hand on the jar lid and the hand holding the erect cock made to be flat against Bruce's stomach.

Slowly, and still using only one hand, Bruce tipped Tim out of the jar, making him land square on his palm before grabbing around his form, feeling its weight in his hand while the other started rubbing up and down the throbbing member.

This had to be a nightmare - this entire thing.

Everything, everyone. That magic blast must've been pure nightmare fuel.

But everything felt far too real for that to be true.

Bruce closed his palm around him, completely dwarfing his form as he started walking again, before landing on his chair with a thud. There were sounds of rustling before the palm opened slightly, shifting to hold Tim's waist delicately between two fingers, moving him over his cock and balls now completely out in the open.

This had to be some sick joke.

He started kicking, scrambling and screaming while trying to get out of the fingers, but every attempt was met with a firm press, sending the air out of his lungs while his ribcage creaked.

"Don't worry. The spell made you practically indestructible."

No.

He looked up at Bruce with incredulous eyes, shifting as he took in the expression on his face.

This was real.

He couldn't find it in himself to fight in that moment, head hung low as another betrayal struck.

"You have no real needs now that you're like this. But I know you, Tim. Damian? Duke? Jason? Dick? They all know when to stop."

No they didn't. He just didn't see it when they did. And he was the only one getting punished for it. He could feel his legs meet a slick surface, with his form being moved by the fingers across the rounded tip, seemingly moving back and forth.

"I need to keep you safe."

He felt something pinch at his legs.

No.

His head snapped up, but Bruce's face hadn't changed, still sure of the decision he was making.

He'd been close before, but that wasn't anyone else's aim.

He knew what Bruce was doing.

He knew where he was going to go.

"I need to keep you with me."

His legs were seized and dragged down, the fingers slipping past and grabbing at his head as something else took control of his form, slowly suckling his legs depper and deeper.

Once he was in down to his mid-thighs, Bruce let go, leaving him to fall flat onto the slimy surface as his legs strained and dissappeared behind him.

The pulsing walls pulled him deeper in, forcing him to sit up straight as he was left up to his waist in the slick cock head. Bruce's hand massaged around him form through the thick cock, feeling and guiding the movements to pull Tim further in.

"Going at it alone? You're going to get hurt. Again. But you don't have to worry about that anymore. You'll be safe in here. With me."

He was crying now. Everything he went through was another fucking scheme by the Batman, and his protégé's just added to it. A hulking thumb moved past his face, covering it with slick.

"Don't cry. You're going to be alright."

Fuck that and fuck him. 

He started kicking furiously, pushing with his arms furiously as he tried to escape the warm confines, but he was never going to be as strong as the Batman. An certainly not one more aroused by what he was doing.

A gasp left Bruce's body, reverberating through his entire body as the cock around him reacted to his sudden movements, pulling his arms down with his body to his chest. Pre started washing past him, filling his mouth as he tried coughing his way back to air. 

"Bruce. Please."

He was up to his neck in it now, effectively blocking the pressure building up under him as the cock slit settled around his neck. There was no traction. No way out. He was waiting for it - the reveal that it was all a test. All a dream. Something. Anything.

Anything but this.

Bruce looked down at him, making eye contact and humming.

He brought his thumb down on his head, ruffling his hair and soaking it with pre.

And he pushed.

The slick walls were effectively soundproof, with nothing but his whines and the muffled moans of Bruce from above him accompanying him as he traveled further and further down the slick tunnel. 

Not like this.

The walls were squishy and soaking wet, with every attempt at stopping himself leading to a firm squeeze from the outside, joined with a moan that shook his entire being.

A moan?

And there was definitely more liquid being pushed up past him. 

That could be it - his way out.

God bless Bruce for having a huge penis - it meant he had more time to get out of this.

He started pushing against the walls, stretching and prodding, making motions to try arouse the giant from the inside.

It seemed to work - the walls were getting harder and there was more liquid. 

And it seemed Tim finally got Bruce's attention off of him. 

The prison around him shook more violently, and he could feel Bruce change his tactics from slow, measured movements into faster jerks up and down his length. Tim would feel the push back against him get stronger and stronger, sticking him in place as he worked against the hard flesh around him pulsing with every desperate thrust Bruce made into his hand. And that made him fight harder.

He started nuzzling and licking, desperate to get him to come him straight out so that Tim could do something - call for help, scream. Run. Anything. 

The amount of bitter liquid rushing down his throat only made him work harder, and it finally payed off.

A hot stream of cum pushed past him, and then he was pulled along with it up the long shaft. The cock he was stuck in shook as the small amounts of liquid that pushed past him spurted out with Bruce's moans echoing in his ears.

The cock slit winked open and shut, allowing him to see the light getting closer and closer as he moved to his freedom-

And then he was stopped.

A heavy thumb pressed him in place as the boiling cum ran forcefully past and through him, leaving him dizzy and leaving him a sticky mess.

And then he started sinking.

Back.

Down.

No no no no no-

But no amount of struggling could stop the movement of the fluid backwards dragging his form back to where it came from - to where Bruce wanted him to be.

And Bruce must have realized it too.

The cock dropped, soft and sagging and unable to get hard enough again this fast, and the blood rushed straight to Tim's head as he was sucked up slowly. Deliberately. The prison shifted again, and the muffled sounds of cloth rubbing against itself and a zipper going up meant Bruce knew it was over.

His feet landed on a flap as his journey came to its end, his one last hope for a way out, but Bruce shifted again.

He could feel Bruce's warm hand cup his groin through his pants, shaking it slightly, as Tim could barely make out the last words he'd ever hear from someone else.

"This is for your own good."

No.

The flap opened, rushing him straight down into a shallow pool of cum. The area was tight, slick, and even harder to breathe in than what came before.

Than what all came before.

Bruce knew he was going to show up when he thought the cave was empty and away from watchful eyes.

He didn't even have to do much of the dirty work, as other people took care of his problems for him while breaking Tim down completely.

The tears fell faster now, as he shook around the space with every step taken outside.

Somewhere he'd never be again. 

He planned everything, just for this.

The area started filling up, soaking his entire body in the slick substance. 

He was stuck with the Batman.

Forever.