Dick could almost feel the comfort of the large bed awaiting him as his tired feet strolled down the apartment building hallway. Life as a spy or agent Grayson wasn’t nearly as grueling compared to being Nightwing but the new role was physically demanding none the less. Finally he unlocked the door and breathed a sigh of relief after a long day, sitting on his futon and kicking off the clunky black boots. A saturated aroma drifted into the air and Grayson couldn’t help but acknowledge the smell with an awkward smile while his second shoe fell to the floor. “Maybe it’s these socks” the raven haired 23 year old suggested. He reached down to peel the grey cotton coverage from near his calf down past his polished heels until both of them grazed his bubbly toes and joined the spy boots by the small ottoman.
Clicking on the TV, the living room lit up with bright light washing out any darkness left in the immediate area as Dick’s long slender toes allowed tiny crevices of SNL to peak through. Being a part time superhero/spy kept his body frequently bruised or cut but the beauty of his feet had always been a constant; something he’d grown to appreciate over the years. After a few sketches flashed on the screen and to commercial Dick’s eyes grew weary with sleep in the near future but an alert from his phone pulled him back into full consciousness. “Break in at Bludhaven bank? It’s like 12:30, they couldn’t wait to try this in a few hours?” he asked mildly grumpy before slipping into his signature sleek crime fighting suit and headed toward the robbery.
“Four guys…this should be a breeze” he pep talked before dropping off the neighboring roof. “Hey, it’s that’s Nightwing guy!” one masked man shouted. “I’m flattered but no autographs tonight, huh?” Dick retorted as one of the others fired a shot, the former side kick flipping out of the way and closer to the criminals. More bullets flew through the dark bank during a flurry of acrobatic bad-assery that ended with each man out cold on the floor just as blue lights flooded the building. “That’s my cue, fellas, gotta go” the athletic hero announced before exiting unseen into the night. Normally with no other situations to handle he would just go back home but the late night crime actually boosted him a rush of sudden energy. “Hmm, wonder what Bruce is up to?” he asked himself.
*Gotham City*
“Alfred, what day is Barbara supposed to see the doctor, again?” “I believe she said Thursday, master Bruce” “Thank you” the caped crusader answered with his attention on the screens in front of him. “I see you’re up late too” a new voice sounded in the bat cave. Bruce and Alfred turned around to see the familiar face walking down the stairs. “Just because you have a key doesn’t mean you shouldn’t call first” the 40 something pointed out. “What’s the fun in that? What’s up Alfred?” “My blood pressure at the moment, master Dick” “Haha, just finished up at Bludhaven bank and figured I’d drop by” “Easy job I assume” “Four wannabe thugs with semi-automatics so yeah” “You don’t have anything better to do maybe…sleep?” Bruce asked, returning to the massive computer. “Never stopped you” Nightwing added as he looked over his mentor’s shoulder. “Alfred would you mind making some of that Brazilian coffee?” Bruce asked. “Of course, sir” he agreed before making his way back up to the mansion’s kitchen. “How’s the Spiral network treating you?” Batman inquired. “Pretty interesting but still not as thrilling as James Bond makes the whole spy thing look” “That’s because it’s a movie, Dick” the older man added.
Suddenly the unmistakable smell of savory youth perspiration caressed Bruce’s nose, persuading his head to follow it to Nightwing’s now bare right foot. “What are you doing? I’ve got work to do, I can’t entertain you all night” “Don’t worry, big guy. I’m just taking a load off for a minute” he assured as the second boot came off to reveal two large keen feet. Dick propped his ankles up on the stool nearest him, still in Bruce’s line of vision and analyzed the data on the computer screens. “I know what you’re doing” Batman commented. “Right now I’m trying to follow the information you’re studying” “You know what I mean” “Why don’t you show me…” Dick suggested almost arrogantly. Bruce didn’t like being teased, his frustration coming through when he stood up and looked toward his ex-partner with conflicted eyes. The handsome young man watched Bruce’s face struggle with the temptation presented to him, fighting the superior self-control he prided himself on for years. After several silently loud seconds the muscular hero took Nightwing’s feet in his hands with the aggression he may show a difficult criminal and made momentary eye contact before burying his scruffy face in the luscious soles.
He released a breathy sigh of ecstasy before taking a large whiff of Dick’s irresistible feet. That familiar scent eased into his airways with the smoothness of expensive whiskey and made his face light up like nothing else managed to accomplish. Bruce experienced the soft pink beauties like Dick enjoyed pizza, their tasteful nature taking him back to the side kick days. When the circus trained lad was in his late teens his flawless feet often caught the mighty Bat’s attention toward the end of their time as partners. He’d never seen soles so rosy and inviting with perfectly shaped toes only adding to the appeal. After months of admiring the cream colored gems Bruce eventually gave into his sudden fascination when Dick was asleep one night. That evolved into several worship sessions between the dynamic duo until Dick went solo roughly a year later.
“You can taste them, Bruce” the hunky vigilante mentioned as he watched the interaction. With that, a warm eager tongue was soon teasing his heels with gentle wet licks. He started slow at the slightly darker pink bottoms to ease back into the role of a submissive personality he very rarely got to play. Despite not having the fetish toward feet like Bruce, the younger hero enjoyed the opportunity to be worshipped so enthusiastically again; the switch of power also intoxicating him on some level. Recalling how to further their retired ritual, he used one set of his slender toes to massage Bruce’s chiseled face, the newly grown hairs lightly tickling Dick’s masterful foot. This made Nightwing smile and giggle lightly as the dark knight pleasured every inch of both sweet soles, acting to fill the void in Bruce’s self-induced social isolation. “Still ticklish I see” Batman announced with a grin before a few fingers fluttered up Dick’s left foot. “AAHHH! You know I hate that” he unconvincingly reminded as he pulled away from the powerful hand.
Bruce snickered at the seductive crime fighter’s reaction and grabbed his chair to sit down, both feet still in his possession. “I’ve missed this” he admitted before using his indulgent appendage to lather one of Dick’s supple soles passionately. The former teen titan reflexively let out a moan of satisfaction as Batman worked his way up and down the bottom of his sensitive foot over and over. “I forgot how good you were at this” the incredible athlete added with a grin, Bruce showing his gratitude for the compliment by wiggling his tongue between the other foot’s mouthwatering toes. Nightwing’s head went back slowly as the sensations soothed any tension from the week while mildly teasing his sensitive meaty flesh. The billionaire and master strategist knew just how to straddle the line between tickling and worshipping after months of practice before Dick went on his own. Thankfully that skill stuck with him for moments like this; much to agent Grayson’s delight.
Anyone who knew Batman would sooner bet on seeing him have a pillow fight with the Joker before licking another man’s feet, becoming a literal lap dog but he was in ecstasy. Deep down he liked giving up control temporarily and letting someone he trust take the reins while Dick enjoyed being in the driver’s seat for once. The rich playboy didn’t have a thing for feet in the traditional sense but only an affinity for his old sidekick’s which puzzled even him. The way Nightwing’s radiant feet marinated in both his suit and spy boots gave them a cheesy addictive flavor Bruce loved having all over his tongue. The warmth of the lush fleshy soles felt like heaven to the dark knight, like putty between his strong fingers exciting a now rock solid seven inches in his bat suit.
Nightwing played foot master well, using both feet to dominate Gotham’s protector like a pro. He used one to ruffle Bruce’s dark hair playfully while provocatively shoving a few toes from the other into his mouth. Both of the full lips wrapped around the delicious toes and welcomed Dick’s more forceful approach, sucking on the tips of his tasty foot like candy. Both men relished in the rare indulgent moment as Nightwing teased the mature genius with his sinfully gorgeous feet and Bruce continued giving into the desires he was finally able to satisfy. Dick’s absence had left a gap in the vigilante’s personal life he was more than happy to indulge in once more. Soon the Bat’s face was covered by the pair of silky soles that’d awakened his foot fetish years ago, licking down the contour of both brilliant alluring soles hungrily as Bruce’s bulky frame surged with pleasure and his massive cock oozed prematurely in the tight pants. Dick felt his rosy tender flesh wrinkling on the seasoned hero with every move, feeding his own subtle ego as the minutes passed in the bat cave and the pair of heroes experienced each other with the same magic like their first time in that position.
Batman sucked on Dick’s row of bubbly toes like Jolly Ranchers in his mouth as deep moans of agreement charmed his arousal even further. “You taste so fucking good” “What about you, Bruce? How does the Batman taste?” Dick asked quite sensually, reaching for one of his mentor’s legs to bring it closer. The prince of Gotham was already on the verge of blowing his load but when his prodigy pulled the size 12 boot off, the stakes rose even higher. The modelesque lad started running his witty tongue from the thick heel, past the cascading rows of wrinkly pink flesh until reaching the set of juicy digits. “Oh my God…” Bruce let out in awe; he’d never felt anything so satisfying. The youngster’s mouth was very talented, slurping on the salty toes beautifully as Batman breathed heavily and gripped his chair. Bruce’s feet were once as pristine and flawless as Dick’s but time had changed that, aging them like wine for a more mature rugged yet gorgeous pair now being worshiped for the first time. At one point Nightwing stuck the biggest toe into his mouth and let his tongue massage it while his fingers danced up the rest of his big soft sole, triggering the Bat into an explosive unstoppable climax right there in the black and grey suit. “AOOAoOooOhhh FFuUucucckkk!”
“Excuse me, master Bruce…it seems we’re out of the Brazilian coffee beans” Alfred announced from the top of the stairs, nearly scaring both heroes out of their seats. Batman and Nightwing jumped up and played off their actions like awkward teens. “Um…yes…thank you Alfred” the handsome older man assured after clearing his throat and fiddling with the computer mindlessly. His butler and old friend went back into the mansion without a word, leaving the crime fighters alone. Dick started putting on his boots and Bruce tried to act unbothered in classic stoic fashion. “Well I guess I should get back to Bludhaven and sleep at least a few hours before doing the whole spy thing again” “Yeah…good luck and be smart” “Always am” Dick answered as he headed up the stairs. “Hey, Bruce” “Yeah?” “Take it easy” “I’m sure you will enough for the both of us” Batman replied, his mind still reeling from the surreal nature of what had just occurred but the mess in his pants was all the evidence he needed.
