My first story, I’d love feedback but be gentle / constructive.

Themes include: trans, bdsm, prostate massage — if those aren’t your bag move on.

“Name?”

“Uh, Bruce, Bruce Wayne.” he says cautiously.

“Yup, you’re on the list.” the door attendant responds “and don’t worry sweetie, it’s only the creme de la creme of Gotham that get invites to Harley’s House, they’re just as rich and powerful” she inquisitively looks Bruce up and down checking out his physique “as you – they want absolute discretion and that’s what we offer here.”

Bruce breathes a little easier at hearing this.

“Anyway, my name is Amber, let me take you a quick tour of our little party palace Mr Wayne. Follow me and don’t dilly dally, we wouldn’t want you getting tied up.”. She lets out a soft giggle and beckons him toward a curtained door that bass heavy trance music emanates from. Bruce is starting to relax despite knowing he’s playing a risky game attending.

The invite had come a week ago, handwritten, addressed directly to him and doused in a generous amount of intoxicating perfume:

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“Dear Mr Wayne,

You are one of the lucky boys and girls to be cordially invited to Halloween Havoc at Harley’s House

Theme: Circus of Sin

Fancy dress is optional — sexy dress is not!!!

DISCRETION GUARANTEED

A little thank you from me to you for all of your help

Love Harley xoxoxo”

Alfred had of course encouraged him to throw the invite straight into the fireplace and put any wondered of attending out of his mind.

“She’s turned over a new leaf Alfred, how long has The Joker been dead? I got her the best shrinks in the world and she’s been out of Arkham and on the straight and narrow for years now.”

A wry smile crosses Alfred’s lips — “I understand your moral compass is a bit more skewed than most but I wouldn’t say running a sex club would appear opposite “on the straight and narrow” in a Thesaurus Master Bruce.”

Bruce couldn’t help but smirk back. “You’re such a smart ass Alfred. She just wants to thank me for paying for her treatment, nothing wrong with that.”

Alfred rolls his eyes “Ah yes, the old ‘thank you for funding my therapy, please join me in my sex dungeon’ thank you a million times over. You know, some people gift flowers or a nice bottle of wine…” he raises an eyebrow.

“Lighten up Alfred, when was the last time I went to a party? Gordon’s got the city tied up for the most part and I’ve absolutely no intel of any significant threats — I can take one night off. If it involves a bit of adult orientated fun then so be it.”

Another eye roll from Alfred, “As you wish Sir, I see there’s no point arguing with you. Shall I prepare the Bat Suit? It is fancy dress after all…”

“The tux will suffice smart ass!”

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“So who are you supposed to be? The Penguin?” Amber giggles as she trots out from behind her booth in 6 inch black leather fuck me boots.

“I don’t like dressing up.” Bruce wasn’t exactly lying, the Bat Suit was a necessity and he longed for the day when he could hang it up forever. “The invite said fancy dress was optional!” Bruce uncharacteristically sputters out.

“Relax honey, I’m just ribbin’ ya!” Amber’s eyes light up as she realises she’s got to him. “Besides, it says sexy dress was NOT optional and you’re looking plenty sexy to me Mr Wayne. Come, follow me.” Amber winks and turns on her heels.

Bruce cannot help but admire the view. Her hooker boots are joined by a very short black frilly skirt where he can just see the cleft of her ass cheeks as she sashays through the curtain. A leather basque and feather duster set off the slutty maids uniform perfectly. She has the most vibrant red hair he thinks he’s ever seen, it almost reminds him of Poison Ivy’s bush — Bruce wonders if Amber is her real name or a pseudonym thanks to her hair colour.

He’s quickly jerked out of his thoughts as he’s led through the curtain into the main room of Harley’s House. The music is pounding, strobe lights flash intermittently, trapeze artists perform on the ceiling and fire jugglers weave their way through the throng of attendees but most notably there are a lot of scantily clad and naked people, most of them enjoying a plethora of perverted encounters.

He quickly backs out.

“What’s wrong sweetie?” Amber asks with slight concern.

“Those people in there, I recognise them.” Bruce retorts as he turns for the door. Amber gently grabs him by the shoulder “Well duh, I told you it’s the crème de la crème that gets invited, I’d be surprised if there was anyone in there you didn’t know Mr Wayne but we’re all friends here.”

“That’s not reassuring me Amber.” snorts Bruce.

“Awww is big brave Bruce Wayne shy? What’s wrong, you got a small dick no one knows about or something?” Amber gently mocks. “Okay, how about we get you a mask if you’re that bothered about being spotted? Harley doesn’t have many rules but if you leave that’s it, you won’t get another invite and I REALLY think you’ll want another invite if you give it a shot.”

“A mask?” Bruce groans.

“A mask” Amber nods. “Let me have a little look at what we’ve got.” She makes a big show of rummaging around behind her desk bending over so Bruce can get an ample look at her cleavage straining in the corset. “Oh shoot, looks like this is the only one we have left” she thrusts a black leather hood with “GIMP MAN” messily scribbled in white Sharpie across the forehead.

“You’ve got to be kidding me Amber, I’m not wearing that.”

“It’s all I’ve got Mr Wayne so your options are the gimp mask, letting everyone in there see your face or bye bye, no more Harley’s House.”

Bruce mulls it over, “Some thank you this is turning out to be.” He grabs the mask.

“Correct choice Mr Wayne, I promise you won’t regret it, now come on Gimp Man, it’s time to play” Amber gives his ass a playful smack and pushes him through the curtain for the second time.

A corpulent pair of arms and legs are flailing around as a blond in a PVC Tinkerbell uniform sits on his face with her arms crossed petulantly. “I told you Mr Falcone, I’ll let you breathe when you make me cum you fat fuck.” she laughs.

What looked like Harvey Dent, though it was hard to tell as he’s wearing a blindfold and ball gag is chained to the bar and being whipped mercilessly by a cackling Alice in Wonderland. “Come on Harvey, beg me to stop!”

Bruce could swear Harvey was screaming for her to stop through the ball gag.

“What’s that Harvey? Don’t stop? Well OK then but your ass is looking VERY SORE…”

She restarts the beating as Harvey howls in pain, tears are now running down his face — he catches Bruce’s gaze then quickly drops his eyes to the ground.

He noticed a handful of other notable Gothamites, including Selina Kyle, dressed in a cheap Amazon Catwoman costume who was in the process of having the life fucked out of her on a Sybian and Barbara Gordon who to all intents was having a casual drink albeit totally naked save for some nipple clamps and a thick leather collar and cuffs. For the first time he was glad to have the hood on.

“Are all of the guests here submissive?” Bruce waves his hand at the debauchery around the room.

Amber pauses for a minute to think. “Maybe, I mean if you’re willing to get fucked or caned in the main room in front of everyone you’ve got to be at least a bit submissive I suppose. I’ve never really thought about it that much. Are you submissive Gimp Man?”

“No and stop calling me that!” Bruce grumbles as Amber laughs. “You’re too easy to rile up Gimp Man, maybe you should start off with a nice massage, loosen up a bit, have some fun.”

Bruce glares at Ambers plump tits at the wondered. “A massage sounds really nice actually…” he raises an eyebrow.

“I really shouldn’t leave the desk but Harley did say to make sure you were VERY well looked after and I suppose it’s not every day I get to play with THE Gimp Man.”

“STOP CALLING ME THAT!”

Amber is now cackling “touchy touchy, better to be Gimp Man than that prick Batman wouldn’t you say?”

“I’m not a gimp.” Bruce protests

“Are you sure, because the gimp mask says otherwise.” She giggles “Jesus you need to unwind, head through that door then take the first on the left. Take your clothes off, get comfy and I’ll get you a drink. I’m just playing with you Mr Wayne.” She smiles a beautiful smile at Bruce. “Go on, get your sexy ass through there, I’ll be with you in a minute.”

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Bruce finds the room, it has the same scent as the invite which is a pleasant change from the mugginess of the main room. Stale was too strong a description but it definitely smelt of musk and sex. This scent was definitely more intoxicating in a pleasant way.

He neatly folds his shirt, shoes and tux on a chair in the corner and is about to remove the mask when Amber returns. She’s undone several buttons on the front of her corset and her tits are now fighting to burst out and give Bruce a full view.

She slowly saunters across the room and hands Bruce a glass of bright green liquid then quickly downs her own in one go.

“Club’s speciality cocktail — Jizz Juice we call it.”

Bruce raises an eyebrow.

“Hey, it’s really good” Amber protests “All of your friends seem to like it and it’s meant to make you cum like a horse.”

Jizz Juice? I’d love to run that through the Bat Computer Bruce comically muses.

“Does is have tequilla in it?” Bruce enquires.

“Nope, rum I think and a few other things. Harley won’t allow tequila in the club. Something to do with a heist in Mexico that went tits up.”

Bruce laughs a little before catching himself but it’s too late, Amber noticed. “What’s so funny?”

“The Mexico heist, I remember uh reading about that in the newspaper. Yup, tits up.” He glances away from Amber as she folds her arms defensivly.

“Miss Quinn has turned her life around since she got rid of that asshole. Her past is her past, you shouldn’t laugh about it. Besides, I don’t ever remember hearing about that heist and she certainly won’t talk about it in any detail.” Amber narrows her eyes toward Bruce “How do you know about it?”

“I apologise, I’m uh, maybe I’m thinking about another story. Yeah I must be. Besides, I’m the one who paid for Harley’s treatment after The Joker…. Well you know what happened there. I know she’s changed her ways, I wouldn’t be here otherwise.” He nervously gulps down his Jizz Juice waiting for Amber to respond.

She let’s out a sigh.

“Sorry Gimp Man, it’s just Harley has really looked after me so I’ll always look after and do what’s right for her.”

Bruce puts a hand gently on Amber’s waist, “that’s very honourable of you.” He gazes into her eyes for slightly longer than is comfortable.

“OKAY” Amber pulls away “let’s get started with this massage. On the table, on you get, up, chop chop.”

Bruce clambers on top of the awkward bench.

“Other way Gimp Man.” Amber teases. Bruce instinctively turns around to discover the space for his face to rest.

“The Jizz Juice must be working, you must be relaxing Bruce.”

“Why do you say that?”

“Well that’s twice I’ve called you Gimp Man in the last 3 minutes and you’ve not responded. Maybe you really are a gimp after all.” She gives his bare ass a cheeky slap as Bruce winces, she’s right, he didn’t correct her did he?

“Comfy?” Amber asks “let’s begin”

Amber isn’t a professional masseuse by any stretch but she does a decent enough job at untensing Bruce’s shoulders, lower back and his muscular thighs. She even spends a decent amount of time kneading his ass cheeks though he gets the impression that was for pleasure rather than company. She only stops to quickly grab more drinks for them. Bruce has lost count, was it 4 or 5 they’d had by this point when she asks him to turn over on to his front.

Normally Bruce would be mortified as the long massage from the sexy redhead had left him with a huge hard on but he was so buzzed that he didn’t care and swung himself around without question.

“Wow” Amber theatrically gasps as it comes into view. “Gimp Man is packing. I wonder what other secrets you have…” Bruce blushes a little though he is feeling very self satisfied, he knows he’s big and he’s glad Amber knows it too, maybe he’d get to impale her on it in the not too distant future.

“Arms” Amber barks.

“uh sure” Bruce responds as she positions them by his side and straps him in.

“Legs” She barks again and drags them into a set of stirrups.

“Uh I don’t think the restraints are….”

“Shhhhhhhhh Gimp Boy” Amber whispers as she leans in and gives him a gentle kiss on the lips. “Harley likes her toys where they can’t get away.”

Fighting the brain fog from the Jizz Juice Bruce is trying to understand exactly what is happening when the door opens revealing Harley in all her glory.

Her boots aren’t too dissimilar to Amber’s though they’re blood red, the denim hot pants have been changed out for an electric blue mini skirt and her crop top is a black and red PVC basque which by all intents looks like it’s had more than a couple of loads of jizz deposited on it during the course of the evening. Harley as ever has her blonde pigtails tied up tight and bedraggled make up which makes her look freshly fucked, which given the party, she may very well have been.

“Well well well if it isn’t Mr Bruce Wayne in my itty bitty club.” Harley grins as she prances across the room. “What’s happening Bruce? Are ya havin’ fun with Amber?” She gives his cock a playful slap. “Looks like it teehee.”

“Ummm H Harley, y yeah, I’m having fun though I don’t like the restraints much, could you…” Bruce manages to respond. Faced with Harley in his precarious position he’s REALLY hoping those expensive quacks really did fix her.

“Yeah, kind of sucks being all restrained huh? I know allllllllllllll about that, don’t I Amber?”

Amber has now taken a position on her knees in the corner and nods submissively, Bruce is amazed at the change in demeanour from the outgoing girl who was calling one of Gotham’s richest bachelor’s Gimp Man less than 5 minutes ago.

“But I don’t have to worry about that any more all thanks to you Bruce. I REALLY can’t thank you enough. But I’m going to try, that’s why you’re here, at my party, tied up, in my little romper room.” She grins just a little too maniacally for Bruce’s liking.

Bruce is trying to keep his cool though with the amount of Jizz Juice he’s consumed, he’s not sure how well he’s managing it. “Uh thanks Harley but there’s no need to repay me, I just like helping the unfortunates of Gotham when I can.”

“Unfortunates of Gotham.” Harley puts a finger on her chin as if she’s pondering the wondered with intent. “I kinda like that. Amber, remember that, it’d be a cool gang name if I decide to go back to a life of crime hahaha.”

“Anyhoo” Harley coos as she circles Bruce, legs akimbo, his cock still staunchly pointing to the ceiling “I very much do have to repay you, it’s only right and besides, what’s he had Amber, 5, 6 Jizz Juices?”

“9 Miss Harley” Amber responds.

“9!!! Holy fucking hell 9!!! You’re a greedy slut Gimp Man, no no no no, if I don’t help you out you’re going to go out there horny as fuck and do something stupid like molest Dent or get picked up by the GCPD wanking yourself off in my car park and we can’t have that can we? It would be a very bad look for my little private members club.”

“9… you’re a naughty girl Amber.” Harley grins “and you knew exactly what you were doing.”

“Yes ma’am” Amber smiles back proudly.

“So here’s the thing Gimp Man. Jizz Juice is potent. Potent with booze but potent with some special ingredients. It’ll get you harder than you’ve ever been, hornier than you’ve ever been and cum more than you ever have. 9 glasses, christ you’ll be flying for….” She does some mental arithmetic, counts her fingers and then breaks down laughing “I don’t fucking know, years possibly.” She grabs him by the chest forcefully. “What if it’s permanent Bruce!!! What if you spend the rest of your life feeling like a horny school boy and nothing is ever going to satiate your lust?” she gasps and puts both hands over her mouth dramatically then breaks into fits of laughter as Bruce’s eyes widen.

“I’m just shittin’ ya Gimp Man, you’ll be fine once you cum but my god you’re going to suffer and then jizz like you’ve never jizzed before.”

Bruce isn’t quite panicked yet but Quinn seems a lot more unhinged than he’d assumed she would be. Maybe it’s the booze he hopes? “Ok Harley so if you “repay” me as you put it I can get on my way and leave you to your party.”

“Sounds like a plan Gimp Man. Hey that almost rhymes hahahaha!!! You don’t mind me calling you Gimp Man do you, Gimp Man?” she pulls herself excruciatingly close to Bruce’s face, he can feel her sweat on his forehead.

“Call me whatever you want Miss Quinn and do your worst, I’m just happy to be here and that I could help you out.” Bruce says unconvincingly.

“Help?” Harley gazes into the distance “yeah, you helped me didn’t you? I need to make it up to you. AMBER GET MY WHEEL!!!”

“Wheel?” Bruce asks.

“Oh goodie the red or the black one Ma’am?” Amber asks.

“The purple one Amber, this is a special guest ya know.”

Amber practically bounces out of the room with glee leaving just Bruce and Harley.

“I’m just joshin’ ya with the Gimp Man chat Bruce, you know that don’t ya?”

Bruce sighs “uh yeah, Miss Quinn”

“Harley, call me Harley”

“Ok Harley” Bruce stops “is it true what you said about the Jizz Juice?”

Harley looks at Bruce empathetically “I mean it might be true, or it might not, being honest I’m not sure I really remember anymore Puddin’ but does it matter? Just let me take care of you and you’ll feel amazing.” She gently takes hold of Bruce’s erect cock and strokes it slowly.

A fog starts to embrace Bruce “the shrinks were meant to erase any trigger words from her memory” Bruce worries. “Uh Harley did you just call me Pud…”

*lights out*

Bruce comes to with Harley and Amber standing over him looking concerned.

“Are you OK Gimp Man? You totally passed out there?” Harley questions.

“Yeah I’m uh fine, I think, I just… I dunno, listen did you call me, before I passed out did you…” Harley cuts him off.

“YAY Amber, Gimp Man said he’s OK. LET’S PLAY! Quick quick quick spin the wheel.”

Bruce is still held tightly in place but can twist his head round enough to see Amber stood beside a garish purple and black wheel of fortune surrounded by carnival lights. There’s white text in each segment but before Bruce gets a chance to read any of it Amber enthusiastically spins the wheel.

“So” Harley pokes Bruce on the chest “the game is simple. I dunno if posh people like Gimp Man have ever watched Wheel of Fortune but…. the wheel stops spinning and whatever the dial lands on is the prize. Understand?”

Bruce nods pensively.

“Great, ok let’s see what we get to start.”

The clacking of the wheel slowly winds down until it’s ready to stop. Bruce still cannot read any of the text but he’ll understand soon enough:

*clack*

*clack*

*claaaaaaaack*

“OOOOOOH would you look at that Amber?”

Bruce strains his eyes to read the text at the top of the wheel: COCK SUCK “hey maybe this game isn’t so bad after all” he muses.

“Awww look at Gimp Man and his little gimp dick twitching Amber, he thinks he’s about to get his cock sucked!”

“Oh dear whatever would give him that impression Ma’am?” Amber responds with sarcasm.

Bruce is confused “but it says…” Harley clicks her fingers to cut him off. “Amber, you know what to do.”