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Red Hood had been forced to wear a bitchsuit—forearms folded over and strapped to the upper arms, shins forced into straps that attached them to his thighs. His elbows and knees were affixed to paddings shaped to look like cattle hooves. He had a black leather blindfold on, attached to two pieces of leather bleached with white spots that were shaped to look like cow ears; in his mouth, he bit down on a black rubber ball gag.
When he shuffled awkwardly on his elbows and knees past Tim, Tim saw he had an empty beer bottle, bigger end first, stuffed inside his pussy, stretching the orifice so wide that Tim could see the pink inner linings through the distortion of the glass. Both of Dick’s escrima sticks were also shoved into Jason’s asshole, driven so deeply that only the handles were sticking out. His holes squeezed around the objects in a useless attempt to hide his shame.
Jason clearly didn’t want to be here. He wobbled on his “hooves,” squirmed unnaturally. Moans and grunts that sounded oh-so like protests came out of his gagged mouth, and the thought of shutting the bitch up with something else made Tim’s cock hard. Tim hoped Dick would let him fuck Jason later—hopefully in the pussy, but he was so aroused he’d easily take any orifice offered to him.
Right now, Tim saw how swollen Jason’s clit was and how wet his pussy was, dripping and leaving a trail of his slick wherever he crawled. Jason recoiled and growled when Dick sent another electric shock through his collar with a touch of a remote button, but the punishment also made his pussy overflow and spasm.
“Good boy,” Dick said affectionately when Jason was finally at his feet. Dick took his finger off the remote and patted Jason’s shoulder blade. To Tim, he asked, “A drink?”
Tim’s eyes flit down to where Jason’s teats were pinched by clamps. He licked his lips.
“Y-yes, please!”
He might’ve said that a little too eagerly.
Luckily, Dick didn’t seem to mind. He knelt and reached down to unfasten Jason’s left teat, causing it to overflow immediately. White liquid dripped down the nipple without much squeezing.
Dick lined a cup under the teat and pinched and stretched the milker. After a painful, angry moan, Jason’s cream filled the glass. It was so white and creamy that Tim salivated just from looking at the extraction process.
“Jason may protest, but he knows he needs to be milked—here.” Dick pinched the teat one last time to get a final droplet out, then he handed over the cup. “It’s best served when warm.”
Tim took the cup and muttered a thanks. He didn’t wait before drinking it—it was so creamy it made the endorphins in his brain dance like little mischievous fairies. He fucking loved how Jason’s milk tasted.
He wished he could drink from the source, or maybe suckle his brother’s pussy after Dick removed the bottle, or put his cock in Jason’s cunt or mouth or asshole. Anything at all.
Or… maybe he could just masturbate while watching Jason squirm from all that unwanted attention, his holes stuffed and on display.
Fuck, just thinking about that made it impossible not to touch himself.
“The little slut loves getting all the attention, doesn’t he?” Dick chuckled to himself. He milked the other teat as well and brought the cup to his lips.
Jason collapsed from all that milking, his “hooves” splayed and twitching.
“Oh, come on, that was nothing.” Dick placed the cup on the side table, where an empty champagne bottle also stood. He took it and ran the glass side against Jason’s ass to give him a sense of the size. “Now, get up now, you stupid cow, or I’m gonna shove this inside you.”
He looked up and saw Tim watching with his hand on his crotch, cheeks warm and lips parted. A smile appeared on Dick’s lips.
Without breaking his eye contact, Dick grabbed the beer bottle already there and fucked Jason’s cunt with it. He smacked the cow’s ass while pistoning the object faster. When Jason moaned, Dick slid the bottle out of his pussy, slicked with his juice. The little bitch might act as if this wasn’t what he wanted, but his disappointment after being left empty was apparent to all. His glossy, engorged cunt clenched and unclenched. Tim wondered if Dick had dosed Jason with an aphrodisiac before Tim had showed up… or if Jason had always been such a little whore.
Dick let the beer bottle roll off before lining the thick end of the larger champagne bottle to Jason’s gaping cunt.
“Watch this, Timmy—he’s such a slut that he’ll only get more excited.”
Jason’s pussy was loosened after being made to hold the smaller bottle for so long, and so with only a little coaxing, the obscene little thing stretched for the girth of the new bottle. Jason only made a tiny grunt before Dick pushed the thickest part inside. His hole squelched when Dick fucked the bottle into him.
Fuck, that thing was so big Tim could come just from imagining it pushing inside Jason’s warm pussy, pressing on his slick walls, thrusting past the cervix into Jason’s womb. Jason was made for this. A perverted little cow.
“He’s… just enjoying it, isn’t he?” Tim said breathlessly, palming himself through his dress pants.
“Of course… Otherwise, he wouldn’t have gotten so wet when I kidnapped him and tied him up. Would you, little wing?” Dick teased Jason’s clit with his other hand, rubbing circles around the bundle of nerves with his index finger. Jason’s hips twitched. “Yeah… That’s right. No matter how valiantly you fought, deep down inside, you just really want to be a little bitch, don’t you? Our degraded little cow…”
The humiliating words, the way he knew their eyes were digging into him, and the thrusting and teasing motions of Dick’s hands all proved to be too much.
True to Dick’s words, Jason proved his sluttiness by coming quickly, hips convulsing, pussy clenching, breathing rapidly. His folded limbs spasmed while the stretched lips of his pussy spat out more clear fluid that puddled on the floor. The moan coming out of his mouth was downright Cow—it even sounded like a moo.
Dick had no mercy; he pistoned Jason through his orgasm just as Tim came inside his pants with a curse.
Tim’s release was sticky and gross inside his boxers, but it was worth it.
“Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about.” Dick drove the bottle in one last time and left it there, watching the aftershock of Jason’s orgasm, making his cunt clench the glass weakly. “You’re born for this, so this is where you belong, right? On the floor, with your holes stuffed so everyone knows how much of a whore you are…” He petted Jason’s hair degradingly. “And in this family, we all love a whore.”