Robin the Fashion Specimen (FFFFFF/M)

[rtbw]

I’ve transformed into my alter ego as Robin the Boy Wonder to visit the Fashion Institute of Gotham City. Batman is unable to join me because Bruce Wayne has conflicting engagements, but it won’t be a big deal. I’ll just be seeing a faculty member there to discuss how the school can further ensure a safe learning environment for its student body.

When I arrive at the school I meet the head of the institute’s faculty: Ms. Penelope Price. She is well put together in a flattering dress shirt, short business skirt, and commanding heels. After she tells me to have a seat in her office, Ms. Price sits in a chair across from me and then crosses her legs.

We dive into a good discussion about campus safety concerns like entry and exit points, lighting, and other hazards. Ms. Price smiles invitingly throughout the engaging conversation as I can't help trying to steal glances at her enticing legs.

After we finish talking business, Ms. Price asks if I can stay a little longer to meet some of her students. I say of course, and Ms. Price opens the door of her office to usher in five young women who all seem giddy and excited.

Ms. Price turns to the students, “Ladies, I want you to meet Robin the Boy Wonder. He has been lending his expertise in security and crime fighting to help us maintain a safe campus environment.”

I turn to the young women and say it’s a pleasure to meet them, and I thank them for the opportunity to help keep the student body safe. All of them look very attractive in their alluring minidresses and miniskirts. They’ve obviously put their fashion studies to good use.

Ms. Price walks up to me and places a hand on my arm, and as she looks down as if to survey what I’m wearing she says, “Speaking of student body, Robin, you evidently have some expertise in fashion as well. Your outfit is nicely designed to bring out the best aspects of your exceptional body.”

I see the girls staring up and down my body, and I stammer, “Thank you. But Batman and I have designed our outfits not so much for aesthetics but more to help maximize our physical performance in crimefighting.”

The girls advance toward me, and one of them places her hand on my chest and remarks, “That may be true, Robin, but what marvelous threads.” And another girl gushes, “I love your cape” as she grabs it.

I’m getting uncomfortable with the attention, and I hear Ms. Price say, “You’ll have to excuse the students’ enthusiasm, Robin. They are students of fashion, after all, and they are most interested in the fashion decisions that went into what you are wearing.”

I feel their hands swarming around me, first on my chest and back. Then I feel them touching my legs, rump, and then even my crotch. I sense my body getting excited with this feminine manual stimulation, including the area in my batbulge. I’m ashamed to feel pleasure out of this predicament but I try attempting to escape. Suddenly, the hands let go of me and I inhale something sweet. I feel wobbly and drowsy, and I slowly crumple to the ground. I turn up at the women smiling down at me, and I look up their legs as I succumb to sleep.

When I regain consciousness, I’m tied down on a worktable like the Eiffel Tower: my hands tied together above my head and my legs spread. I’m in a room with rolls of fabric everywhere, and the five female students and Ms. Price walk toward me when they notice I’m awake.

Ms. Price breaks the silence, “I’m sorry to restrain you like this, Robin. It seemed that you weren’t willing to indulge my students’ interest in your outfit, so I decided to put you in a more optimal position for them to examine it.”

The women are now standing around the table staring down at me. Ms. Price asks the students, “Where should we start with Robin?”

After some hesitation, one of the girls bends down to grab my ankle, “I’ve always been interested in his choice of tights.” She begins sliding her hand up the inside of my leg and continues, “Why wear tights? Why the nude color? And oh my, I didn’t expect his tights to be so smooth…” Her hand has reached the inside of my thigh now. “…these exquisite tights show his legs so nicely, and his decision to wear briefs allows him to show more leg than any of us would even in the shortest skirts.” By now, her hand is resting on the side of my batbriefs. I try to turn my body away from her, but it’s no use with my legs spread.

Then another girl begins commenting, “That’s my favorite part of Robin’s costume. Was there ever any hesitation to wear just these briefs in public? And surely he’s aware of…” I swallow hard as I anticipate where she’s going with this. “…displaying this for all to see. And oh my, it’s actually bigger than usual.” She slowly reaches over, softly touches my batbulge, and then pats it.

“Holy humiliation,” I whisper to myself. I wonder if I have no choice but to accept this indignity.

Ms. Price must have heard me because she interjects, “Don’t feel humiliation, Robin. You are the finest specimen of a young man exhibiting his virile body through this fashion choices. Your outfit is being examined by the top performing women in our entire student body.” The girl who commented on my briefs has been rubbing my batbulge while Ms. Price was talking, and I just look up at the ceiling in defeat.

WHAT MORE AWAITS AS THESE STUDIOUS DAMSELS SUBJECT THE BOY WONDER TO THIS INTIMATE FASHION EXAMINATION? BE WARNED, THE WORST IS YET TO COME! COME BACK SAME BAT TIME, SAME BAT CHANNEL!

[tiedinbluetights]

I'm staying tuned!

[stimle]

Excellent start!! Can't wait for more.

[rtbw]

I'm staying tuned!

Thank you...I hope you're not kept tuned too long. It's been tough finding the time to write these stories and that took quite a while unforunately.

[rtbw]

Excellent start!! Can't wait for more.

Thank you @stimle! I wish these bondage scenes can go on forever!

[tiedinbluetights]

I'm staying tuned!

Thank you...I hope you're not kept tuned too long. It's been tough finding the time to write these stories and that took quite a while unforunately.

I hear you friend. I've been having a hard time in general to get motivated in finishing up my own story ideas. Time, energy, are preciously limited resources I find. Whether your story (stories) is (are) continued or not, I've enjoyed it (them) a great deal Always a pleasure to read your stories.