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Nightwing exhaled, tilting his head back to rest. It had been a long day, trapped in back to back meetings with the select few public officials he could trust in order to start breaking ground on his affordable housing projects. He may have become a billionaire overnight, but fixing Bludhaven’s myriad of problems certainly wouldn’t happen the same way. After all those meetings he wanted nothing more than to relax and unwind with a movie night with his three legged dog, Haley.
But just like Gotham, when the sun went down, the lowlifes came out. Petty muggers, pickpockets, and generally abusive assholes were problems a lot easier to solve than socio-economic problems. A kick here, a flip there, and a few well impacted punches would scare them off from doing so again in the near future. He dropped the two attempted rapists to the ground, after knocking their heads together with a heavy thunk.
Just when he felt like he was due for a break, a notification alerted him of a new problem.
“Multiple instances of indecent exposure,” chirped the AI in his earpiece. Barbara had left for Gotham, something about Dinah needing her help with something. In her place, she left O-R to keep Dick updated on the multiple crimes happening throughout the city. This particular notice was a first for him however.
“Did I hear you right, O-R? We’ve got instances - plural - of flashers in Bludhave?”
“Correct. Witnesses report multiple men of various ages running through the streets without clothes.”
Dick sucked his teeth and scratched his head. If this were upstate, maybe he’d think it was a frat hazing thing. But Bludhaven wasn’t really known for its college life. Shrugging, he shot a zipline to the next city and swung his way to location. The air whistled through his dark hair as he swung through the sky. He landed gracefully onto a rooftop with a soft thud.
“Talk to me, O-R. Where were these reported?” He scanned the city streets from above, not seeing anyone in long trench coats or whose body language suggested they were ready to flash someone. Just as the AI was about to chime in, Nightwing cut it off short. “Hold on, I think I see something.”
Cars were honking as two young men, roughly Dick’s age ran down the street with their hands above their heads. The kicker was, both were completely naked. Their dicks flopped about, balls jostling as they ran. Jeers and catcalls erupted from those who weren’t looking away in disgust as the duo ran by. The hero sighed and leapt down directly in front of them.
“You know, I’ve fought killer clowns, zombie robots, and living plants but dealing with perverts is kind of new territory for me,” Nighwing snarked, eyeing the pair who came to a screeching halt on the cement. Up close, they didn’t have bad bodies. If this were any other instance he’d probably go to the back room of a club with them. But time and place.
“We-we’re not pervs!” the blond one whined.
“Yeah! Some guy did this to us!” the other chimed in, using his head to gesture to his hands.
Following his gaze, Nightwing observed them carefully for the first time. Well, he observed their hands. He had taken quite astute observations of the rest of them, all discreetly logged by his mask and currently uploading to his home system for later pleasure. Finally noticing their hands, it seemed that they were tied together with some sort of blends of multiple fabrics, pieces of denim being the most notable.
“That’s the guy! Over there!” The blond interrupted Nightwing’s observations. He couldn’t exactly use his hands, so he gestured with his whole body, making his dick bounce. “He made our clothes explode, and then… this!”
Nightwing whipped around to see a man across the street, his hand raised and pointed in the direction of a waiter bringing out food to his table. Just as he set down the tray, his clothes burst into tiny pieces, leaving only his tie dangling between his furry pecs. The hero jerked back in surprise as he witnessed the stripping of the bearded waiter. His expression of surprise grew as the fabric pieces danced around his body, until they wrapped around his wrists and jerked his hands upwards. His cuffs tugged his hands closer together until they fused into a singular shackle, not unlike the two equally naked victims Nightwing was talking to.
“Hey! You!” That caught the meta’s attention. But instead of the usual shock of when a superhero came to stop their little crime sprees, the man just smirked. Nightwing jumped across the cars and landed in front of him. “Stripping people isn’t nice…. No matter how good you think they look.”
“I can do more than strip, you know,” he smirked. The ground started to rumble, until a pipe burst through the sidewalk, choking Nightwing with a torrent of water. “I can manipulate material items, Mr. Nightwing. You know what happens when you wash your clothes at the wrong temperature? They shrink .”
Nightwing gasped as he felt his already tight suit start to tighten further. The pressure was constricting, as it began to cling to him like a second skin, showing off his defined pecs and abs through the fabric. The ground had shaped into shackles around his calves, gluing him to where he stood.
He raised his hands to attempt to throw one of his electrified escrima sticks at the meta. His eyes widened under his mask as his arms were brought to his sides. The arms melted into the rest of his suit, essentially shrinkwrapping him like a mummy. All Dick could do now was wriggle and wince as the suit got tighter and tighter.
SNAP!
A blush started to form on his cheeks, feeling his jockstrap break underneath his suit. Nightwing squirmed as he felt his protective cup dissolve into his suit. The more he struggled, the more tight the suit got until it looked practically painted on.
The imprint of his nipples showed through plain as day, reminding Dick of the disastrous time he and Batman had ventured out to a new suit designer briefly before returning to Stu. His junk was completely visible, with his thick uncut shaft pressed tight against its confines. His naked body was practically on complete display, only covered by the semblance of his black super suit. The meta cupped his own bulge as he walked around his captive.
“They weren’t kidding when they said Nightwing was the superhero with the best ass,” he whistled. Thanks to his power, the suit was vacuum sealed against the hero’s large posterior, showing off two deliciously round cheeks. Said cheeks were jiggling as Nightwing continued to struggle against his bonds.
“You can go ahead and kiss it while you’re back there since you like my ass so much,” he snarled.
“In due time, Nightwing. I think I'd like to play with you some more.”
The cement bolting him to the ground started to shake and lift off the ground. Nightwing was now hovering above the sidewalk, arms still trapped by his side and completely helpless to the whims of the meta. Instinctively he knew his struggles was just providing more wank material with his bouncy ass wobbling about, but he needed to free himself before anything worse could happen.
Unfortunately for him, the worst was just beginning. It started as a tingle on his chest, then he felt it on his dick. The tingle then turned to full on groping, the fabric sliding over his body, and squeezing his erogenous zones with unsettling intimacy. Dick bit his lip as the sensation spread to his ass. He could feel his cheeks being pulled apart, the fabric wedging itself between his crack and sliding up against his hole.
“Nngh!” Nightwing’s face flushed as the moan he was trying to hold back slipped out. He couldn’t help it, the guy was hitting all his spots. Despite the tightness of his suit, apparently the perv graciously allowed his dick room to grow. It throbbed and pulsed, inching upwards, pressed taut against his belly until it was hard just like his nipples now were.
He tried to look away in shame as the crowd of street goers watched his humiliating ordeal. The three naked guys were long forgotten as they watched the city’s signature vigilante succumb to a groping done by his own suit.
Nightwing was being fully jerked off now. The suit slid up and down his length, while occasionally giving his nipples a tweak, making him shake. It stroked him, cradling his full balls. As he was inched closer and closer to climax, all of a sudden it stopped. He gasped, exhaling the breath he didn’t know he was holding.
“We don’t want to end our fun too early, now do we?” The criminal teased. “I think I’ve been neglecting that rear end of yours, though. An ass like that should be given full attention!”
Dick was panting, frustratingly horny and embarrassed beyond all reason as his body was put on display for the crowd of onlookers. Many of whom were filming the whole thing, and probably live streaming his humiliation for the whole world to see. He was a little relieved that if they were live streaming then someone would get wind of it and come to rescue soon. He would just have to endure it until that rescue came…. Or before he did.
He unwittingly clenched his cheeks together when he felt the fabric shifting against his butt. He had assumed that this guy was now going to have his suit fuck him, but he was quickly proved wrong. The sensation of tightening fabric came back, but it was different this time. It wasn’t a constricting, crushing feeling. No, this time around it felt as if something was being pulled upwards.
“Are you giving me a wedgie ???” Nightwing asked incredulously, whipping around as he tried to glare at the meta.
The suit was driving itself further up his crack, dragging the fabric against it as it continued to get tugged upwards. With each tug, Nightwing’s butt bounced in time. The meta made his ass jump a couple of times letting it bounce in a mesmerizing way. Growing tired of playing, he flicked his fingers.
“YEEOOWWWCH!”
The cement shackles around his feet crumbled to the floor. Now Nightwing was being held up by his floating wedgie. The suit was pulled taut against his crack, making him arch his back in attempts to escape, pushing out his shelf of an ass even further. He kicked his legs about, his thick thighs flailing.
Dick groaned in pain as he was bounced repeatedly in the air. His ass wobbled and shook each time. Just when he thought it would stop, he’d find himself dropping once more, the wedgie driving deep up against his crack. Through it all, his dick remained hard. Whether that was a secret kink he didn’t know he had or due to the fact that something that felt similar to a cock ring had been crafted around the shaft was anyone’s guess.
“Argh! Let me go, damn it!”
“Almost, I have one thing left.”
Nightwing gasped as he felt the wedgie shift. Sure enough, the fabric pressed tight against his hole, causing it to chafe something fierce, and was now pushing inwards. He could feel his suit rippling as the material was fed into expanding the cloth dildo that was now penetrating his hole.
He squirmed once more trying to get the protrusion dislodged from his hole to no avail. With his arms still trapped to his sides, Dick was nothing more than a worm caught on a hook. He held back a choked whimper as his hole was thoroughly stretched out. That whimper became a full whine as he was telekinetically bounced again with the wedgie, pushing the fabric dildo even deeper.
The meta floated his captive over to a street lamp and unceremoniously dropped him over it, letting gravity pull the wedgie and the dildo even further up his hole. That could have been the end of it, but unfortunately for the hero of Bludhaven, that was not the case.
With a wave of his hands, Nightwing’s suit exploded into bits of fabric – leaving only the blue of his logo and the wedgie itself. Every other inch of his tanned body was on display, from his plump pecs and toned abs to his powerful thighs that flailed helpless in the air as the wedgie drove up even further. Though his dick was technically covered, with how tight the fabric was and with the wedgie pulling it even tighter, it would be only a matter of time before it slipped out of either side that was currently flossing between him and his cheeks.
“Blockbuster sends his regards!”
The guy called out as he disappeared into the night. Before he did, he waved his hands, making the clothing of every guy within his range explode. Nightwing’s face grew hot again as he was now hanging with a painful wedgie above an entire city block of naked guys. He let out a squeak as the dildo pushed against his prostate. Combined with the sudden denuding of many attractive men, his dick throbbed. That was more than enough movement for his hardon to escape the fabric, revealing Dick’s very own Grayson to the world.
Nightwing would be stuck there for an hour or so before the Titans finally found him.Cyborg had to use his enhanced strength to pry the wedgie from between his big cheeks. The second the dildo was pulled out, Dick let out a cry, his meaty thighs quivering as he came from the sudden sensation against his chafed hole.
He collapsed to the street on his knees, utterly embarrassed and exhausted. His body trembled, his big booty still shaking from the hurt all over.
“Aw man, you got some on my suit!” whined Gar. Dick just cracked a small smile, and sheepishly covered his finally softening dick from view.
“Hey, Cy? Would you mind doing a scrub for me?”
“I am not scrubbing any part of your–” Donna placed a sturdy hand on his shoulder, giving him a look. “Oh. Right. Already taken care of.” He playfully tapped the metal side of his head.
“Thanks guys. Now if you could take me home, I’m going to crawl into my bed and never come out.”
They all shared a laugh, a few teasing jokes about Dick’s state of undress, and he was soon returned home with no further issue. He collapsed on his bed, utterly embarrassed about what transpired this night. Even though he trusted Cyborg to have wiped any digital trace off the face of the Earth, the fact of the matter is that it did happen and there were more than a few people who would remember it.
Worse still, it seemed that Blockbuster had a new goon on his payroll. A goon who could harm him physically and could harm his reputation. At any second, he could find himself naked or wedgied or both and there was nothing Nightwing could do to stop it. A shiver went down his spine as he realized that Dick Grayson probably wasn’t safe from some public humiliation either.
Looking down at his sudden boner, Dick had to wonder if that was really a problem or not.