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"I am the collector of sorrows. I have no soul of my own except the fragments of broken humans." -El Feo
Spoilers for The Batman!!! And maybe trigger warnings.
So I saw The Batman yesterday. Dark and moody, and just enough whump to tickle the Whumperflies in my belly. Been thinking about the movie since I saw it and realised that Bruce is not just sullen and moping, he's actually mentally ill, probably suicidal. His emo billionaire depression isn't for show. He spends every night fighting criminals and madmen - seeing the very worse of humanity, then spends the day sitting in the dark, reliving the horrors, snapping at the only family he has left, not talking to anyone - his only "friend" is a cop who doesn't even know his name. There's no joy in his life, no happiness, he barely functions other than when he is wreaking vengeance. At the end, after taking a rifle shot point blank to the chest, he's ready to just lay down and die, and he seems pretty much at peace with that - it's only when Selina gets attacked that he shoots himself up with berserker juice and brings himself back from the brink of death (something he could have done at any point but didn't). He's ready to die but someone needs saving, so he forces himself to get back into the fight, and that is The Batman in a nutshell. This film really does show Bruce Wayne's dark and tortured soul like no other movie has and I totally get it now.
Welp guess who's fan of Bendy and the inkmachine.
Dinner for Master
As a reward for my efforts in my first week as a slave, and my first full day caged, my master gave me the privilege to cook dinner for him tonight. I purchased the best cut of ribeye I could find. I went about preparing vegetables and herbs from my garden, firing up the grill, and roasting sweet potato fries. I was afraid that I would burn something and fuck everything up, but everything went as planned. The table was set for one and the steak was perfectly cooked to my master’s preference and resting when he arrived at my door.
Master ordered me to strip off the jock strap I was wearing so that he could enjoy the sight of my newly caged cock. I served him a beer in a frosty class and he returned the gesture with clothespins clamped onto my nipples. I filled his plate then knelt beside him. He rested his cold beer for me to balance on my back as I worshiped his feet. My master is generous and kind, so he served me some bites from the table and he whetted my appetite with a healthy serving of his beautiful uncut cock.
Master retired to the basement living room and I went about cleaning and preparing a special dessert: blackberry fig compote and goat cheese stuffed grilled peaches. I served master the dessert and was in heaven as I watched from under his bare feet while he cut into the juicy, tender peach, and savored the sensual flavors. I pleased him, so it was time for the sweetness of my dessert.
Master had me slowly arrange all of the toys and equipment we would use with me onto the floor. He watched as I slid his vibrating prostate stimulator in my pussy and put on wrist and ankle cuffs. Master had me lie on my belly and I could feel the hard plastic and metal of my cock cage pressed against me. He pressed a magic wand against my cock cage and sent me into shuddering pleasure and agony as he varied the settings of both vibrators. Master presented one foot for me to worship as the other pressed against the top of my head. He asked the question, “who is in control.” With a whimper and a shout, I squealed and stated, “you are in control of my body and my mind sir.”
It was time to stand me up and tie my arms above my head against the top of my pull-up cage. I was blindfolded and my feet were secured against the base of the cage. Slowly, with devious deliberateness, master clamped the skin below my nipples in rows. He teased me with more vibration as he slapped my ass hard. Every once in a while, master would breathe into my ear and suck on my neck and shoulder, sending me into a shudder of ecstasy that stirred my useless caged cock. He slowly dragged a feather across my helpless body then slapped a whip against my skin. Master unclamped my nipples and skin, making sure to enjoy the jerks of pain this brought to my body. As has been the case throughout my time in service for master, a steady stream of precum dribbled from my useless cock through the cage and onto the floor.
Master took this opportunity to let my cock free from its cage. To my shame and disappointment I could not stay hard for him. He set a timer and went about teasing my body, running ice cubes over my burning nipples and down to around the stimulator that was still ravishing my pussy. As punishment for not getting hard on master’s command, he untied me, clamped my nipples again, and reminded me that he would owe me twenty spankings.
Master decided that I would sit at his feet and serve as his pup teaching me to bark and to fetch his dildo. If I did not do a good job as his pup, master would slap me across the face with his palm or the dildo. If I did good I was rewarded with his delicious cock as my treat.
He relented and let me sit next to him and rest after all of this. Master leaned into me and kissed me intensely, instantly making me rock hard. He reminded me that it has been six days since I have been allowed to cum and today was not the day that I was to be allowed to feel that release. He enjoyed jerking my pulsating cock and teasing me before it was time for my punishment. I leaned over him and counted twenty strikes, thanking master for each one. I knelt under his cock with my hands behind my back and watched as he reminded me that I was only allowed to suck his cock when he wanted it. He had me look straight into his eyes as he jerked himself to climax. At last came the icing on the cake as he shuddered and spurted wave after wave of warm cum onto my face and beard. I was allowed to clean his spent cock and lap up his ultimate reward.
As I said, my master is kind and generous...