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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Batman_-_All_Media_Types
  Relationship:
      Dick_Grayson/Bruce_Wayne, Tim_Drake/Bruce_Wayne, Jason_Todd/Bruce_Wayne,
      Bruce_Wayne/Damian_Wayne
  Character:
      Bruce_Wayne, Dick_Grayson, Jason_Todd, Tim_Drake, Damian_Wayne
  Additional Tags:
      Father's_Day, Anal_Sex, Oral_Sex, Parent/Child_Incest, Sibling_Incest,
      Rimming
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-06-19 Words: 2121
****** Father's Day ******
by GentleBeast, kingkjdragon
Summary
     All four of them have been anxiously waiting for this day to come;
     the day they would repay their father for his own special kind of
     love. All four of them held their breaths as the last five seconds
     tick-tick-ticked by, before the wall-mounted clock finally read 12:00
     a.m. -- it was finally Father’s Day.
Dick eyed the clock as the time slowly ticked away; hours became minutes, and
minutes eventually dissolved into seconds. It was now 11:59 p.m. -- it’s about
to be Father’s Day. He inhaled a deep, baited breath, before turning to the
three boys standing behind him: Jason, Tim, and Damian. All four of them have
been anxiously waiting for this day to come; the day they would repay their
father for his own special kind of love. All four of them held their breaths as
the last five seconds tick-tick-ticked by, before the wall-mounted clock
finally read 12:00 a.m. -- it was finally Father’s Day.
The oldest Boy Wonder eyed the three younger ones, scanning for any possible
hesitation to carry out their plan; from Jason to Tim to Damian, all he found
was determination. They were going through with this; they were ready.
“Alfred should be long asleep now,” Tim stated, his voice unwavering, never
faltering. “And Bruce should be in his study -- he’s been grueling over Wayne
Enterprises’ never-ending workload for a week, now.” He glanced around Dick’s
room, stealing glances from his brothers. “Are we going or not…?”
Jason chuckled, “We’ve been plannin’ this for over a month, of course we’re
goin’.”
“I will go down first, to get things started.” Dick added, “Jason, you come
down in exactly ten minutes, okay?” At Jason’s curt nod and roll of the eyes,
Dick turned to to Tim, “You follow Jason down after five minutes. And,” he
finally turned to Damian, “you go and make yourself comfortable in Bruce’s
room. We don't want to spoil the surprise until we’ve gotten him back up to his
room now, right?”
Damian nodded, “You better have him up here five minutes after Drake gets down
there, Grayson.”
“Don’t worry, Damian, you’ll have just as much fun as us.”
Damian smirked, “Father will be one having the most fun, I can assure you.”
“Then let’s do this.”
                                     ~oOo~
Tim wasn't kidding -- Bruce was slaving away over papers related to Wayne
Enterprises; the poor man looked exhausted, even more than usual. It looked
like he needed a little Father’s Day appreciation. Dick held his breath as he
gently rapped his knuckles across the wooden frame of the door, gaining Bruce’s
attention. “Yes, Dick?”
Dick stepped into the room, “Happy Father’s Day, Bruce.” He walked around the
large oak desk and leaned back against it, now inches from Bruce and his
paperwork.
“Oh,” Bruce sighed, “right. Yeah. I, uh, I guess I forgot.” He glanced up at
Dick, “Thank you.”
“You shouldn't be spending Father’s Day doing papers for your company.” The man
leaned back, resting in his elbows and his hips jutted out, his knee now
pressed firmly into Bruce’s thigh. The older man didn't seem to notice. “You
should be spending it with your sons, Bruce.”
“I will be,” Bruce says flatly, still eyeing the paperwork. “After I finish
this.”
Dick rolled his sapphire eyes, “Tim said you’ve been doing this paperwork for a
week now,” he gently pressed his knee harder into Bruce’s thigh. “Take a break.
Take a load off.” His voice almost caught in his throat when Bruce glanced up
at him, those cloudy-gray eyes instantly seeing past his ploy. Dick smirked,
“I'm… concerned about your overall health,” he paused, before licking his lips,
“D-Dad…”
They’ve done this before. Dick acted coy, acted innocent, while Bruce attempted
and attempted to restrain himself.
But try as he might, he can never resist the urge.
Bruce swallowed the saliva that formed in his mouth, glancing back down at the
paperwork before turning back to Dick, back to his son. “My health is fine…”
“Mind if I check for myself?” Dick’s warm hand reached up and cupped Bruce’s
jaw. “What kind of son am I if I don't make sure my dad is as healthy as he can
be? Especially on Father’s Day.” Bruce licked his lips, eyes undressing Dick
right here on the desk.
Bruce had to restrain himself as Dick rubbed his neck and eventually trailed
his hands down his arms.
"You wanna have a special Father's Day, right, Bruce?" Dick whispered, leaning
down so his hot breath tingled the hairs on the back of Bruce's neck. Resisting
the urge to take control, Bruce played his role and nodded at his oldest son's
question.
Dick smirked, "Jason, Tim, Dami, and I want to make this Father's Day something
you'll never forget. Jason will be down here soon, and then Tim, and then we're
going to take you up to your room where Damian will be. Does that sound good to
you?"
In a husky tone, Bruce said: "Yes, son," and gave a predatory smile.
Dick nodded, "Good." He gripped the back of Bruce's head, pulling at his dark
black hair, "I remember when I was your only son... you and I had so much fun
together, Bruce..." He smirked even more, "I was Robin and you were Batman,
we'd be down in the Batcave, in the Batmobile..."
"Always running around in those speedos, you little minx." Bruce bit back,
playfully.
"The speedos that you put me in, you big perv," Dick chuckled, leaning down to
whisper in Bruce's ear. "Not that I minded..."
"You still have them." Bruce shot back.
"Damian does," Dick corrected. "He'll be wearing it when we get to your room."
Bruce groaned, his cock straining against his pants, wondering what else his
youngest had gained from his elder brothers.
Dick bit back his own groans after hearing Bruce's. It'd been too long since
he'd last heard it, back in the Batcave, echoing off the walls so loudly both
were worried it'd scare off the bats. He locked eyes with Bruce, smirked, and
leaned down to kiss him... just as Jason stepped into the room, who wolf-
whistled at the sight.
"It's 'bout time I got to see some Bruce/Dick action..." He chuckled, crossing
his arms.
"Jay, we both know you watched the recordings on the batcomputer.” Bruce said
in a dry voice as he licked his lips.
"Watching it after-the-fact and on a computer screen is so not the same as
seeing it in person," Jason smirked. "Don't let me stop you. Go on."
Reaching out, Bruce hooked one hand onto Jason's belt and pulled him closer
while grinding against Dick. "Damn," Dick grunted, "I almost forgot how good
this felt." Bruce let his hands roam over his son's tight asses.
"Watch your language, Dickie," Jason chided. "Daddy might punish you."
Dick smirked, "You read my mind, Jaybird."
Bruce delivered a sharp swat to both male’s asses and then growled out: "Kiss
and make-up.” Dick and Jay shared glances, before leaning into each other and
stealing a kiss.
Letting out a groan at how tight his pants were, Bruce knew he needed to get
them off soon.
Tim stepped in, clearing his throat to gain all three's attention. Spreading
his legs wider, Bruce made room for Tim to approach and pulled him into a kiss
when he did. Tim moaned into the kiss, a little taken back. Jason howled down
at him, while Dick patted his shoulders. Once they broke apart, Tim,
breathless, smiled. "Damian's gonna be so jealous." Bruce moaned as a hand
caressed his straining cock. Tim smirked, "Is that a batarang in your pocket or
are you just excited to see me?"
All three smirked, before Dick piped up. "I think Damian will be mad if we
don't get up there and have some fun..."
Bruce didn't struggle and let his son’s drag him up to his bedroom.
The room was dimly lit with glowing plastic candles -- Damian would dare risk
actually burning down the Manor -- and flavored scented essence. In the center
of the king-sized bed was Damian himself, dressed in nothing but a simple green
speedo, which bulged out in the front.
Bruce had to admit: Damian had gotten all of the best parts of his mother; he
could see the young boy’s hips and smooth skin, plus his larger-than-average
nipples.
"Father," Damian stated, his voice riddled with lust. "I see you're enjoying
Father's Day so far," his eyes fell to the noticeable erection his father was
sporting within his slacks. "I hope I'm making it better."
"Right now the best gift would to be out of these clothes!" A lust filled voice
answered back.
Jason smirked, before pulling out a knife. "Allow me," with a few seconds to
spare, the young man absolutely shredded Bruce's suit, leaving in nothing but a
pair of black briefs and black socks.
Moving to the bed, Bruce laid out and said: "Since it is Father's Day, you boys
should do the work."
Damian smirked, leaning in to kiss his father on the lips. Dick, meanwhile,
slid onto the bed and fingered the waistband of Bruce's briefs, sliding them
down to reveal more of the man's dark, luscious treasure trail. Jason pulled
out his phone and began recording the ordeal, setting it down on the dresser
and pointed at the bed.
Moaning, Bruce let Damian explore his mouth and closed his eyes in bliss. Jason
helped Dick pull down their adoptive father's briefs, while Tim moved to pinch
at Bruce's nipples. Bruce groaned when his thirteen-inch, beer-can thick cock
slapped his abs.
All four boys gasped, before Dick wrapped his hand around it. "It's... a little
bigger..." The cock twitched and drooled pre over Dick's hand.
"Father..." Damian's voice hitched. "I... I hope I inherit that monster..."
"Damian, why don't you greet it and let your brothers prep you?" Bruce asked,
huskily.
"Okay," Damian hesitated, "D-Daddy..." He moved down and copied Dick's
movements, wrapping both hands around the cock that created him, while Dick,
Jason, and Tim moved behind the boy.
Watching his four sons act the way they did made Bruce's cock twitch even
harder, slinging some pre onto Damian's face.
"Woah..." Damian gasped out, especially when he felt his older brother's
fingers slip into the speedo and stretch it out, letting it snap back against
his skin.
Bruce bit his lip as the speedo was slowly removed and Dick leaned in to lick
at Damian's virgin hole.
Dick slid his tongue inside his younger brother with glee. He tasted so damn
good. And Damian's moans echoed through the room in heated and heavy breaths.
Jason leaned up and whispered: "Go ahead and suck him," to Damian.
Damian complied, slipping the thick cockhead of his father past his lips and
nuzzled between his cheeks, lapping at it with his tongue and enjoying the
bitter taste of the man's pre. Bruce moaned and closed his eyes as his youngest
sucked his cock. Bobbing up and down on his father's cock -- the cock that
created him -- was the best thing in the world, as far as Damian's concerned.
He moaned around the thick monster when Dick's tongue left him, only to be
replaced with Jason's. This went on for a few minutes, before Tim's tongue
slipped inside him.
"Is he ready, boys?" Bruce asked, his eyes closed and enjoying the sensations.
"More than ready," Dick assured.
"Then help him take his first ride," Bruce ordered.
Dick smirked, "Ready for your first cock, Dami?" Damian moaned his approval,
still bobbing up and down on Bruce's cock. He moaned even louder when he felt
Dick's cockhead press against his entrance, before gently slipping in.
Bruce pulled Tim and Jason to his nipples as he watched the show.
Dick gasped out as Damian's tight, no-longer-virgin tunnel pulled him in. In a
few seconds, he's already buried to the hilt inside. "C-can I move?" He asked,
gasping. Damian moaned his approval once again, and Dick started thrusting in
and out, in and out, in and out…
Sighing, Bruce leaned further back.
Rather quickly, Dick was already shooting his seed deep inside his little
brother.
As he pulled out, Damian slipped his father's cock from his mouth, and quickly
aligned himself with his father's massive cock. "I'm going to ride you,
Daddy... Dick's semen will mix with yours, okay?" Without another word, he
popped the cockhead past the ring of muscle and inside him.
Letting out a moan, Bruce had to resist the urge to thrust his hips upward and
into the warm, slick heat of his son.
Damian moaned out as he quickly slid inch after inch inside him. "D-Daddy... f-
fuck me..."
Bruce looked over at his other sons and then said: "Remember, you have to do
the work, since it’s Father's Day.”
Together, Jason and Tim grabbed Damian by the hips and forced him down to the
hilt of their father's thirteen-inch cock. Damian cried out, shooting his seed
across his father's abs and chest.
Bruce smirked, “Who’s next?”
 
 
 
 
 
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