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Power Struggle	By : MothInFlames Category: zMisplaced Stories [ADMIN use only] > Batman (All Movies) > Batman (All Movies) Views: 2999 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Batman series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Jonathan’s heart sank to his gut at the Joker’s words. The Joker chuckled and licked his neck once more before taking a small step back. He slowly slid the flat of the blade down those rosy lips and rested the metal on Crane’s dainty chin. He leaned in and slowly, so painfully slowly, pressed his lipstick-covered mouth over the doctor’s pillowy lips. Crane’s heart accelerated, his breath became sharp. He grew harder against the Joker, his cock almost begging for contact. No, no he couldn’t want it. Not with the Joker. Not with that madman. The Joker snickered and bit that thick pink bottom lip, sucking on it roughly. Crane wriggled between the man and the wall, his blood smearing on their bodies and the metal.
“Ah, trying to wiggle your way out like the snake you are?” The Joker muttered into his mouth before stepping back.
“Don’t say that.” Crane said through gritted teeth. His icy blues locked with the Joker’s mocking brown eyes. It was his time to be in control, not that clown’s. Crane stepped forward, trying to step to the side of the Joker. His voice was professional, like he was trying to give a patient directions. “Just step back, and let me-”
The Joker back-handed the doctor and sent him tumbling to the floor. “Doctor, doctor…” he slipped the handle of the knife into his mouth and grabbed Crane’s arms. The man flailed on the floor as the Joker dragged him towards the desk. “Ya owe, for a guy like you, oh,” he said as he pulled the man into the swivel chair. He sat him down and punched him once more, drawing a bit of blood from his swelling lips. “Excuse me,” he took the knife out of his mouth and held it to Crane’s thin neck. “Where are my manners? Should never talk with a mouthful.” The Joker licked his lips before running his tongue over Crane’s swollen cheek.
“Now,” he stepped back, knife still pointed towards the dizzy doctor. The Joker picked up the white dress shirt and ripped off one of the sleeves.

“Get up.”
The doctor didn’t move from his seat.
The Joker glared and curled his lip. “Get up!” Crane jumped in his seat and struggled to stand. His body ached, his erection throbbed. He wanted whatever was going to happen to happen and be over with. He managed to push himself up as the Joker headed back towards him with the ripped cloth. “Now be a good little boy, and turn around.” The Joker nodded and waved the cloth at the doctor. “Turn around., turn around, turn around.” He slammed the knife into the desk top.
“And now,” Dr. Crane smirked as he turned towards the chair. “You are the one trying to take control.”
The Joker narrowed his eyes and grabbed one of the frail wrists. He forced Crane’s hand to the arm of the chair and fastened it there with one of the sleeves. “Correction.” He walked around to the other side and did the same with the other delicate wrist. “I’m not…TRYING to take control…I’m not.” He tightened the fabric around the arm rests and walked in front of the hunched-over doctor. “See,” the Joker guided the chair so it would rest against the desk. He took off his jacket and dug through one of the pockets quickly. “I AM…taking control. I’m taking it.” He pulled out a small digital video camera and propped it on top of the leather suitcase. He took off the lens cap and flipped open the viewing screen. He flipped it so the doctor could see his petrified expression in the screen.
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“If I only had a brain…” the words spilled out between those thick makeup-covered lips. The doctor’s eyes shifted from the camera to the man stripping next to him. The Joker began to whistle and slid off his tie. With a particularly high note, he tossed the tie back onto the building pile of eclectic clothes. As he started to un-tuck his shirt, he could feel Crane’s eyes on him. He smiled and looked to him, his eyes beginning to burn with lust. They studied each other as the Joker’s torso was completely revealed. Crane had prepared himself for anything, save for that sculpture of a body. He didn’t have a hard six-pack, but he was far from flabby. He was the perfect complement for Crane’s thin build.
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The red recording light flashed on the camera. It captured every groan the doctor would make. Every time he shouted, cursed, panted, every time he would beg to come.
“What are you going to do with the tape?”
“Oh, I might show it on every station received in Gotham. Or maybe I’ll just delete it after you’ve had your little lesson about control. Either way,” the Joker unbuttoned his pants swiftly. He dragged the zipper down. “We’re going to have a bit of fun.” His pants hit the floor. The Joker cracked his neck as he slid his black briefs down. His hard cock was ready for some fun.
“Look, whatever you’re going to do, just make it quick-” a small gasp cut off the doctor’s voice.
Joker ran his fingernails up and down Crane’s bloody back. “You big mess…” he smirked and ran one finger down the bleeding slice in the doctor’s flesh. His finger continued downwards until it hooked onto the hem of his grey pants. The Joker bit his lip and quickly moved his hands to the front of Crane’s pants. He heard the gasp and saw the look of pleasure in the screen as his hands fumbled over the zipper. Within seconds, the dress pants fell to the floor around pale ankles. They were soon followed by satin boxers. The Joker smiled and moved one hand. His palm slid against Crane’s hip. He leaned over him, letting his weight rest on Crane’s back. The doctor braced himself against the chair, struggling to keep himself stable. The Joker’s hand gently cupped Crane’s balls. He massaged them slowly as his other hand scratched down the bloody back.
“Oh…oh my God…” Crane bit his lip with great force, almost drawing blood. His cock stiffened even more as waves of pleasure and pain rolled through his body.
“Easy, now, doctor…I don’t want you to lose control just yet…” He stroked Crane’s balls intensely, careful not to stroke his erection. He brought his bloody fingers around to Crane’s chest. He brushed over his tight nipple quickly.
Crane’s cock was almost painfully hard. “Mmm…I…come on, just stroke me, Joker.”
The Joker chuckled and spread his legs before resting himself on Crane’s back. “And ruin my fun? Uh uh uh….I at LEAST want to hear you beg first, doctor…” He slowly slid his tongue down the bloody gash. A small bit of blood spilled into his mouth as he made his way down. He released Crane’s balls and released his nipple.
“No no, Joker, don’t stop, don’t-AH!”
The doctor cringed as he felt a sharp pain in his right cheek. And not the one on his face.
“What the hell!” He looked down between his legs and saw the Joker on his knees, biting his ass. As much as it hurt, he had to admit, it felt pretty fucking good. “God, Joker…” The Joker grinned, a bit of blood on his lips. He grabbed Crane’s hips and pulled him down an inch. The doctor’s cock was throbbing, begging for release.

“God, Joker, please…alright please, just fuck me, please!” He hated begging. It was beneath him in every way he could imagine. But it was a cry of desperation. He stared at the digital screen in horror as he was explored.
“I’m gonna have to go with ‘no.’” His hands slid up Crane’s thighs. His rough fingertips brushed against his balls before gripping his ass. The Joker spread his thumbs, revealing Crane’s tight hole. He smirked and quickly ran the very tip of his tongue over the tight entrance. Crane’s legs jerked wildly at the sudden contact. Were it not for the Joker behind him, he would have collapsed. The tip of Joker’s tongue darted out once more before he spit. A groan followed. Crane’s blood had been mixed with his saliva.
The Joker rose and brought up one hand. He sucked on his middle finger briefly before gathering a bit of the doctor’s blood on the tip. He lowered his hand and pressed his finger against Crane’s hole. He gently pressed, not entering the slightest.
Crane gripped onto the chair for dear life. The anticipation was too much for him. “Joker, please-”
The Joker grabbed onto Crane’s scratched shoulder and bent over, his finger moving into Crane’s ass at a painfully slow rate. The doctor gasped as each millimeter entered his body. “What do you want? Hm? Do you still want to be in control?” he almost growled into Crane’s ear.
“I…I don’t…no I don’t….”
“So…what DO you want?” He ran his hand over Crane’s neck and licked at his jaw line.
“I just…I want you to fuck me-”
“You want me to fuck you the way you w-”
“No, no!” Crane tried to thrust back against the Joker’s moist finger, but the man was too quick. He pulled his hand back before he fully slid into Crane. “Fuck me however you want just please…please fuck me.”
The Joker pulled the tip of his finger out of Crane and began to massage his wet hole in a slow circle. “Maybe I don’t want to fuck you anymore.” Crane couldn’t see the Joker’s thick hard-on, so he couldn’t tell the man was lying.
“You can’t do this t-” Crane screamed in mid-sentence. His mouth hung open as he whimpered. The Joker had plunged into the doctor. He was halfway inside of him, gripping onto his shivering hips. His makeup-caked eyelids fluttered, his lip curled. Crane was tighter than he had anticipated.
“Mmf…alright, doctor…” The Joker spit into his hand and ran his palm over the half of him that wasn't submerged in Crane’s tight ass.
“Oh fuck, Joker…please fuck me hard, please make me come.” Crane shut his eyes tightly. He spread his legs, trying to relax so the Joker could plunge deeper inside him and drive him to orgasm. The Joker licked his lips and grabbed onto Crane’s hair with one hand and brought his other hand around to massage his balls. Again, he avoided Crane’s throbbing cock. The Joker shook his head and laughed hoarsely before fully forcing himself into Crane. He wasn’t particularly fast, but he was very rough. He pulled himself out halfway before jabbing back into Crane. He rubbed Crane’s sack in time with his thrusts.
Pre-cum had already began to leak from the head of the panting doctor’s cock. He struggled to get his hands free of the white cloth, but to no avail. It hurt him to know he couldn’t pump himself while the Joker had plenty of room to come. He knew the man fucking him wouldn’t even have the decency to run his hand up and down his cock.
“Joker-”
“Shut up.” The Joker pulled on Crane’s hair and began to pound into him faster. The hand he had been using to massage Crane’s balls grabbed onto his shoulder. Every time the Joker thrust their balls met, sending shockwaves through each of their bodies. He licked his lips and tilted his head back. A sense of great satisfaction coursed through his body as Crane squirmed in his grasp. That’s what he got. That’s what that scheming bastard deserved.
“Come on come on come on…” the Joker rolled his eyes as Crane moaned. “Who’s in control doctor?”
Crane was in agony. His balls ached for more attention, he wished the Joker would go just a bit deeper, and he wanted nothing more than the Joker’s fingers or lips around his eager cock. “Y-you…” he muttered.”
The Joker yanked Crane’s hair and snarled. “WHO is in control, doctor?” He moved his hips faster, toes curling as he felt his orgasm approaching.
“Oh God you are!” The doctor cried out like a maimed creature. It was enough to send the Joker over the edge. He quickly pulled out of Crane and released his shoulder. His fingers remained tangled in his jet-black hair as he started pumping his cock over Crane’s rear. He jerked his fist quickly. The next few minutes were agonizing for Crane as the Joker worked himself to climax. Finally the Joker's eyes rolled. He bit his lip and swore under his breath. Crane moaned as he felt the hot white liquid drop onto his aching tailbone. The Joker panted behind him as the tip of his cock spurted in ecstasy.
“Oh fuck! Fuck!” The Joker bit his lip as he rode through the orgasm. After he couldn’t take anymore at the moment, he released his cock. He ran his fingers through the white mess on Crane’s back and leaned forward. He ran his fingers across the puffy pink lips. He almost purred against Crane as he felt the bound man suck the cum off his fingers.
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After a few moments the Joker took a step back to look at the situation. There was Dr. Jonathan Crane, hands tied to a swivel chair, his cock hard and begging to be taken care of, his balls waiting to be touched once more. His chest and back were covered in dry blood. His rear was coated with a thin layer of cum. The Joker smirked. He was in control.
“Doctor? Oh, doctor?” The Joker walked back towards the mess that was Dr. Crane. He tilted his head to the side and gently turned the chair so that he could look down into Crane’s begging blue eyes. “Now, I can’t remember…did you…or didn’t you want to come?” He waved one hand in the air. “Everything’s a bit blurry righ-”
“You bastard, you fucking prick! I’ll kill you!” The Joker raised a brow as fury accompanied lust in the doctor’s eyes.
“Tsk tsk…care to say that again?” He ran his fingers through the doctor’s hair gently, looking down at the panicking creature with a bit of pity.
“I…” Crane sighed and looked down at his hard-on. “I wanna come, Joker…please…please let me come…”

“That’s much better.”
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