straightsuperherossexualslavery: masterboibinder:Ivy’s poisonous mind-mist was doing quite a numbe
straightsuperherossexualslavery: masterboibinder: Ivy’s poisonous mind-mist was doing quite a number on the Boy Wonder’s fevered little brain… it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to think clearly… he thought he’d come here to rescue Batman from her evil clutches… he needed to find his heroic mentor, but now he wasn’t so sure… the swirling smoke of confusion clouded his murky mind as he soon forgot about finding Batman… but still he felt like he desperately needed to find something… someone… ‘m-must… f-find… him… m-mmm-must… f-f-find……’ ‘Must find who, you hunky handsome helpless little bird? Must find your… Master…?!?’ Her sultry, seductive voice seeped into Robin’s subconscious as the potent toxin ensnared his mesmerized mind. Forsaking his initial intention, he began to feel less and less like a hero… and more and more like a hopelessly trapped bird entangled in a net of confusion and desire… ‘n-nooo… ummm… y-y-yes… must find…..’ His slurred speech halted for a moment as his flailing will crumbled… ‘Mm-mmm-my M-master…… m-must find… my… Master…’ Ivy smirked while drawing a teasing finger across his lips… wiping away just the slightest trace of drool… ‘You won’t find your Master here, little Cock Robin… perhaps you’ll find who you seek at the end of the street… a dark and devious little bar called ‘The Cage’ I believe… the delightful deviant denizens there might help you find your Master… now fly away, little Cock Robin… fly away and focus on finding that cage… forget all about finding Batman… fly away little fledgling fuck-boy… fly away and go find your Master…’ The Boy Wonder wandered in a daze as he staggered away from Ivy’s lair… weaving through the crowd of Halloween revelers… his single and sole desire now decidedly clear as he strutted and stumbled along the winding street towards Ivy’a suggested destination… the bar called ‘The Cage’… ‘M-must find m-my Master… must find my Master…. must find…..’ The Cage was permeated with an enticing scent of sweaty masculine musk mixed with leather as Robin blithely stepped inside… a potent hypnotic aroma wafted into his nostrils which reinforced and reignited the same insidiously mesmerizing mist employed by Ivy earlier. Deeply enthralled by the intoxicating aroma, the once-heroic caped crime-fighter found himself submissively devoted to attaining his one and only goal… to find his Master… a quest in which the lusty patrons of ‘The Cage’ were all too happy to assist him with… ‘Must find my Master…. must find my Master… must find my Master…’ It eventually became his only mantra as the blithering Boy Wonder encountered and serviced many, many Masters that evening. Bound and determined to achieve his goal, dumb little cock-slobbering Robin spent his subsequent days and nights locked in a cage… exactly where all helpless little fledglings belong… hoping he might prove himself worthy of finding and serving a Master… FANTASTIC AND ORIGINAL ROBIN STORY!!! Hawt no words but a -- source link