Robin jolted to consciousness on his back in the sparring ring. There was a ringing in his ears and a wetness in his pants. The scent of leather was in his nostrils. He could still feel the indentations of those toned ass cheeks against his face, where they'd smothered him. His skin still remembering the cool caress of Batman’s leather suit.
“You’re holding back, Robin, just like the rest of them,” Batman growled, striding to the exit. "Is it because I look like this?"
"No!" Robin blurted. Bruce cast back a doubting glare that made him quail, those intense, dark eyes stirring his loins once again. "M-maybe," Robin conceded.
"I wasn't aware my body was... distracting you," Batman sighed, his gloves hand squeaking as he stroked down the swell of his ass, as if noticing it for the first time. "Tomorrow night we go against the Joker, and he won't be holding back. I need you to be focused." Bruce turned. It took a moment for his gell-enhanced figure to settle. "Well? What can I do to help you focus?"
Dick Grayson quailed before his master but his dick throbbed painfully hard in his soiled tights. He licked his dry lips as he studded those bloated breasts, Batman's olympian physique inflated like a sextoy.
"Why don't we hit the showers?" Robin said.