Happy Tentacleween Damian (Patreon)

Happy Tentacleween Damian

Damian is being a brat, refusing to celebrate Halloween. Choosing to remain in the bat cave, even as his brothers and father celebrate. 

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Damian was sitting in front of the bat computer in the bat cave. “No alerts, no alarms, what’s going on?” he was terribly bored. While he was dressed as Robin, he was looking for some action. “I thought Halloween was a night where people went crazy.”

“I told you, tonight is a free night even for us.” Batman aka Bruce Wayne told him. “Why don’t you get a costume on, and go out trick or treating?” 

“That’s kids stuff, I’d rather go out busting bad guys.” he huffed crossing his arms over his chest. 

“No bad guys tonight, everyone is out celebrating Halloween...in their own way.” the pause made Damian raise a brow but his father said nothing more. He headed off to return upstairs. 

“Stupid Halloween,” he kicked the ground in frustration. Everyone appeared to be busy, celebrating it he didn’t see the point, what made this night so special. Little did Damian know this night held very special importance. The veil between worlds was at its weakest. 

Among the billions of possible worlds and universes between them all connecting them was the void, an endless emptiness or so to be believed. From the void existed things, both alive and not, both physical and not. Something beyond magic, beyond good and evil. 

A simple thing…

As Damian groaned in frustration something began to slither through the darkness. The shadows of the bat cave moving with them. Damian felt his instincts trigger and he got out of the chair and looked around. “Who’s there?” he could see nothing but the shadows. “Nightwing is that you, are you trying to scare me?” 

It was perplexing, it wasn’t like just anyone could enter the bat cave. “Is this a trick? Some stupid Halloween prank?” a rather angry noise could be heard and he whipped around to come face to face with purple tentacles. “What the heck!?” 

They lunged at him and he dodged, jumping back only to fall into the embrace of more tentacles. The purple things coiled around his wrists and ankles, binding him perfectly, holding his arms and legs apart. His nimble body made it quite easy to stretch him out in an embarrassing position.

Even in his suit he felt completely exposed. The tentacles approached him slowly, wiggling and moving through the air free as birds. It started slow, with Damian’s shoes and gloves getting removed, then his mask. Soon even his utility belt fell to the ground. “What do you think you are doing?” His cape and upper armor were pulled off the clothing passing through tentacles like they weren’t even there. 

His upper half was exposed, his body was lean from both his assassin training and his training to be Robin. None of his training would do him any good here though, he was held tight and at the mercy of the tentacles. 

The purple pains in his ass slithered towards him, moving to his exposed pits and feet. “No get away...” they did not and proceeded to start tickling the bound boy. Damian tried to fight it, but as the tips of the tentacles danced along his smooth pits and the soles of his feat his will was crumbling. “Quit it, pfff hahahahaha!” he started laughing. 

The tentacle’s touch was softer than feathers and the sensations were more intense. Damian thrashed and laughed, body convulsing and twisting unable to escape or stop what was happening. He’d never been tickled before, it was certainly an interesting experience, overwhelming!

His cheeks were flushed, laughing so hard he was in tears. For one so full of control, to have it slip away like water. His heart was racing, and he was glowing. The tickling lasted what felt like forever. “Stop, stop, I’m gonna wet myself!” he cries out. 

The tentacles stopped their tickling, and the boy was left panting, trying to catch his breath. To his embarrassment, he was pitching a tiny tent in his shorts. His father always told him to wear a cup but he had ignored him and his tiny tool was standing upright. 

It wasn’t the only thing that was hard, his nipples had hardened from the pleasurable sensations that had coursed through him. It wasn’t over as the tentacles removed the last article of clothing, tugging down his skin-tight pants. “Noooo,” his manhood was tugged down, before snapping up, standing in all it’s 3-inch glory. His pants phased through the tentacles and were removed. He was held up as naked as a newborn. 

He blushed in embarrassment, and the tentacles swooped in upon him, descending upon his naked and aroused body. His hardened nipples were first. They were caressed gently at first, just giving the boy a taste of nipple play, he gasped and shivered, only to moan when his nips were flicked. 

When the left was flicked, the right was swirled and rubbed, and vice versa, giving him tastes of different stimulation, clashing with each other to make new feelings of pleasure. “Ahhh ah ah ahhh!” He moaned and panted. 

Pre-cum began to spill out from his tiny manhood, spilling out and soaking his crotch, his essence washing over his balls. A tentacle ran over his crotch, teasing his balls and dick at once. “Ahh no do...ahhh ohhh!” the tip of the tentacle teased his cock head and his hips bucked up for more. As the tentacle wiggled against his balls and dick, the tips had a sinful dance together. Even his piss slit was teased, causing more sweet moans to escape his lips. 

Pleasure spread through his whole body he even started feeling it in his ass hole. His insides growing hot and his cheeks clenching. The tentacles weren’t about to hold out, they spread his cheeks and exposed his twitching hole. 

A tentacle flicked his hole, making the boy buck and moan. It swirled around his pucker. 

Damian was losing it, he didn’t know if he wanted to pull away from the tentacle or sink down onto it. His answer came to him when he did. His climax hit, ropes of cum erupting over his chest and stomach. 

As he came his body sank onto the tentacle, the pleasure allowing it to slip into his channel smoothly. Riding the orgasm cloud, Damian was high, he barely noticed the tentacle wiggling into his ass, deeper and deeper until it found his prostate. 

It rammed his sweet spot before he had a chance to come down. “Ahhh fuck ahhh!” his toes curled, a barrage of hits came. The tentacle was treating his prostate like a punching bag. Another orgasm ripped through Damian’s body and his tiny dick erupted like a mini volcano. His semen shot even farther splattering his face and neck. 

His defenses were down, his brain melting and escaping through his twitching penis. He was drooling, his skin hot, and heart pounding away in his ears, dancing the samba of lust. The only thought that crossed his lust rattled brain was…

‘Is there more?’ his hole tightened around the tentacle in his ass. Oh yes, so much more. The purple tentacles cleaned up the cum off his stomach and chest and more tentacles joined the fray. 

Two tentacles took turns smacking Damian’s toned ass cheeks, making the boy gasp and moan. The sudden smacks and sparks of pain, melted into the sea of pleasure he was feeling. His tiny tool twitched for more, every smack making his cheeks ripple and his hole clench. 

The tentacle in his ass began to move, thrusting in and out of his clenching hole, a glorious friction making it feel like his insides were melting. “Ahhh yes uhh ahh AHH!” he howls. The tentacle wiggled, stretching his hole up a bit for the next step. 

Another tentacle joined the first wiggling into his wanting hole. “Ohh!” the tentacles twisted together, working his hole open and taking turns smacking his sweet spot. Then they would uncurl, stretching his hole open, the tentacles parted his hole opening him up wide. 

All Damian could do was submit to the pleasure, cumming from the anal stretching. His own cum splattered into his open mouth. His hole was getting opened wider and wider and made him pant and groan. ‘Stupid...perverted tentacles...ohhh!’ 

A third tentacle joined the party in his ass, working his hole open even more, and now working even deeper. His stomach bulged as the tentacles said hello to his insides. ‘I felt that!’ he came again. 

The tentacles continued their fun, smearing his cum all over, painting his body in his own seed. It was hot, he felt hot, and even after so many orgasms his balls still felt so full. With every orgasm, his balls itched for more. “Please cum...make me cum!” he howled and panted. 

Once Damian was completely covered in cum, from head to toe, the tentacles vanished. Damian couldn’t move, his arms and legs felt like jelly, he smelled of sex and cum, and his dick was still hard and his balls still itching to cum. 

He wanted to forget this happened, and get into a nice shower. Before he could a door opened and in came Bruce buck naked. Seeing his father, Damian realized something. The bat cave was monitored, everything that happened had been recorded. “Been having fun, Damian?” The boy blushed. “Want to come to the party, you look like you got your costume ready.” Damian gulped and his penis twitched.

“Yes father,” Bruce scooped him up and took him upstairs. Bruce had invited a whole bunch of heroes for a Halloween celebration. Damian was quite the treat, and the boy made sure to relax more and celebrate Halloween next year. 

End