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When the new circus came into the city, Bruce went to see it.
This wasn’t just any circus; the advertisement promised great things. Bruce kept a low profile and rode in a taxi instead of taking any of his fancy cars. The tent was a bright yellow lantern amid the quickly darkening autumn night, surrounded by Gotham’s neon lights. He heard the calliope music coming from the tent; a potential audience was already pouring inside.
Bruce paid for the ticket. Before him, the vendor thrust a paper cup filled with what looked and smelled like wine.
It was part of the show; the vendor explained. The other audience were all given their own cup, finishing them in front of the vendor before entering to see the show. Bruce downed it with one gulp; it tasted vaguely like champagne, but with a bitter aftertaste. The seller thanked him and gave him the usual good wishes to enjoy. Bruce threw out the empty cup, drew his fedora low over his forehead, and stepped into the tent.
The tent was lit brightly, and the audience members were walking around the seating area trying to find the best angles.
Rather than going for the best seats near the top, where the view was open, Bruce picked a well-hidden spot and sat down, pulling up the collar of his coat. The scent of popcorn and hotdogs immediately surrounded him.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” the ringleader, Mr. Haly, said. “Welcome to tonight’s performance!”
The preliminary speech was vague as to what kind of show it was. There was going to be wonder and intrigue like nothing you’ve seen before. Might want to stay still and not fall out of your seats. Open your mind to new experiences and… have fun!
Bruce’s attention was set fully on the stage, waiting for it to begin; Haly’s wasn’t just any ordinary circus.
Finally, as a closing statement, Haly said, “So with that, ladies and gentlemen, I introduce you to the ‘unbreakable’ family unit, the loving parents and their exceptionally talented son, measuring a whopping nineteen—that’s one-nine, ladies and gentlemen—nineteen inches and born with extraordinary stamina. I present to you—the Flying Graysons!”
The lights went out, sinking the tent into darkness. All around Bruce, spectators gasped. The bright illumination of several spotlights—five in total—roamed the stage, looking for the subjects of the show.
They danced and converged somewhere above eye level, at a tall platform where wires were pulled toward it, the way flying trapezes looked before the performers dove toward the stage. Except there wasn’t a trapeze.
There were three figures on the platform. The two adults were on all fours, and the kid was standing behind them with one arm waving in the air. Not even thirteen, from the looks of him, a bright smile plastered on his face.
The three were clearly family—all had black hair and were dressed in spangled leotards cut perfectly for erotic performances with holes for nipples and the crotch. The parents were crawling side by side, both having ropes harnessing their bodies, tying them up in a complex web of knots, and stringing them together. Their bondage was suspended from the wires as if they were the trapeze themselves.
The woman had her round tits spilling out of the holes, looking almost elongated from the pull of gravity, but still plump. Dicks and balls hung free from the man’s and the boy’s crotch; like with the woman’s breasts, they looked like they’d be swinging once the show started, the thought of which made Bruce’s pants feel tight. All eyes gathered at the impressive length between the boy’s legs, and the audience gasped in unison.
Nineteen inches! A nineteen-inch penis!
“We see this family unit, lovely Mary and dependable John Grayson! Then, their boy—Dick! His name is a true testament to his impressive stature!”
Laughter from the audience. A camera flashed somewhere on Bruce’s left, then another from the opposite seating area.
“Please, please,” said the ringleader on his mic. “No pictures during the show! The show is being broadcast on local television at this very moment. If you look between the seats, you can still catch the cameramen working hard to record the footage for live streaming,”—at that, Bruce and some others looked around them, noticing the cameras, which made Bruce pull his collar up—“be sure to catch a rerun when you’re at home, to relive the wonder you will see tonight!”
Haly took the mic and left the stage. As Bruce sat back, using others in the crowd to hide from the cameras (it’d be a devastating scandal if Bruce Wayne was spotted here), circus music started playing. The show had begun.
The boy—Dick Grayson—raised one arm and took a bow. He gave it a flair, looking fully entrenched in his role despite the huge meat hanging between his legs. In his other hand, he held two pieces of ropes that were attached to John and Mary’s collars. The parents had a drugged-up look on their faces, and they had gags sealing their mouths. Their lips were kept open by tube gags attached to leather straps.
Dick did a few bows left and right, then he stood behind his kneeling parents and took his position, his giant cock twitching before standing to full hardness in mere seconds right in front of the crowd’s eyes. Without so much as a touch! The audience gasped in awe. No wonder—that was part of the show!
Excited, Bruce reached into his pants and palmed his cock. He thought about Haly’s introduction about being broadcasted. Though he couldn’t be seen by the public, Bruce knew many who worked at Gotham TV station; he could easily ask them for the tapes later. It’d make a great entry for his collection.
How many were watching this now? How many sat in front of their TVs or phones, their hands inside their pants like Bruce?
It started quickly; Dick secured himself behind his parents, using their bound shins as footstools as if they were the trapeze itself, arms stretched up to take the hanging ropes, his knees crushed against the adults’ bare asses. Then he stalled, breathed, and pushed off.
Off they went! The family fell from the tall platform and swung toward the opposite side.
Under the audience’s watchful eyes, the family pivoted through the air. The audience cheered and gasped. The kid was an incredible performer, remembering to make dramatic gestures while riding on top of his restrained parents, waving to the crowd. He had a huge smile on his face as he turned in a circle so they could see him from every angle. Then he settled down and directed his attention back to the adults under him.
The family swung to one side, then pivoted back. It must have taken a lot of concentration to work the human trapeze while doing what the boy had been doing. Bruce palmed his bulge quicker as the boy lined his massive cock to his mother’s cunt, his legs kneeling on top of the adults’ bent shins and arms stretched above him to take a handle of the wires. He plunged his cock.
Suddenly, the music lowered into a whisper, so the audience all heard Mary’s little yelp of surprise. Her stomach clearly bulged when he bottomed up inside her, an impressive feat considering his size. Then the family swung back as he started fucking her.
It was more for show than the gratification of the performers, but it’d be hard to convince anyone that they weren’t getting pleasure out of it. The mother’s drugged face looked blissful as hell as her son fucked her—eyes rolling up, cheeks flushing, hips pushing up to make it easier for him to dick her down. Her breasts were whipping left and right like ripe fruits as they swung through the air, much like John’s hanging cocks. The son fucked her for a bit, then he pulled himself out and plunged into his father next.
John grunted—a much deeper sound compared to his wife—and stayed in place. When they lurched to the far side of the trapeze, Bruce could see the boy’s enormous girth lancing into John’s hole, making it gape while his son rutted into him. The father’s smaller cock flopped and dangled, sometimes pitching a full circle as they rushed through the air. His balls slapped around.
The sway of the human trapeze started losing momentum, so Dick pushed against the platform with his foot before resuming. He slammed into his father repeatedly while coordinating it with his performance and keeping the trapeze going.
Without cumming, Dick removed his cock once again just to go back to fucking his mother. He switched between the adults as the performance went on, making a show of it. Every time he did and revealed his gigantic cock, the audience gasped and whooped.
Bruce entered a state of euphoric laxation as he watched the show. He palmed himself quicker until there was a clear tent and a wet spot where his cock was growing hard. He was losing his sense of time and space as he watched the show, feeling like he was in an unfamiliar state of being. Dick continued to fuck his parents through the air before Bruce grunted himself and came into his pants. From the meaty sounds and groans around him, Bruce knew others were doing the same.
Finally, Dick pulled out his father and cummed in thick ropes of white. His dick left a gaping aperture where John’s hole was, the rim twitching and struggling to return to its former shape.
A few cheered, but most of the crowd was busy with something else.
All three performers soon landed on the platform. Dick Grayson detached the wires from the adults’ bondage before rotating through the air with a graceful flip. He landed on the mat, and the crowd cheered.
“Please, a round of applause for the lovely family!” The audience clapped in unison. “Now,” Haly said as the applause died down, “the show is far from over.”
It was hard to see him at first, but he soon entered the light with his mic, standing beside the boy with his arm stretched behind him as if presenting him to the audience. Dick’s cock was still standing erect, hard and full despite having just come. He flipped his hands up repeatedly, wheeling his torso to face every section of the audience, asking for more cheers. The crowd clapped harder.
Haly said, “We promised you an integrated experience, so here is the next program: ladies and gentlemen from the audience, volunteers who want a run with the largest cock in the world attached to this incredible boy. Please line up!”
Left and right, volunteers started standing up and descending toward the stage. A few circus employees were standing in the aisles, directing the traffic.
“Line up here! Don’t push, please, every volunteer will feel the size!”
Bruce felt as if his body had ceased being his own; he stood up, his head empty, his throat dry. His pants were still wet from his orgasm, and now he was walking with the others onto the stage. A clown made him line up behind a bulky man. Bruce usually hated clowns, but this time, he couldn’t even focus on him.
The first volunteer in line was an older, well-dressed man. He eagerly pulled down his pants and crawled on the mat like a dog. Dick knelt behind him and, without preparation, shoved his cock into the man’s eagerly waiting hole.
The man made a long whine as the boy rutted into him. Dick fucked him for a bit but didn’t finish inside him. The man made a whine of protest as the clown from earlier pulled him up by his arm to make space for the second volunteer in line.
The second man was younger, fitter, bulging with muscles. He plopped himself down face-first into the mat and bared his ass like a whore. The enormous, engorged dick thrust into his hole in one stroke.
One by one, the boy fucked the line of volunteers. He came a couple more times, and every time he did, the crowd cheered. Bruce felt his saliva thicken, his pants growing tighter again, wanting to be the one receiving the dick instead. As the show went on, the line didn’t seem to shorten but grew longer instead. Before long, it was Bruce’s turn.
The importance of hiding his identity now forgotten, Bruce let the clown lead him to the stage. Everything seemed to swim; his vision was coming in and out of focus. For a moment, Bruce forgot why he was here, but then he saw the boy’s gigantic erection, and he forgot everything once again.
“Thank you for coming,” said Mr. Haly. “Please tell us your name.”
Bruce said something to the mic; he couldn’t figure out what. Gasps echoed all around him, then whispers. The ringleader took back the mic and said something exciting that got the audience cheering and clapping, then a hand shoved Bruce down onto his knees.
Transfixed, Bruce looked up at the boy and the length between his legs, its darker color, its dripping head. He could think of nothing besides the cock.
Slim fingers gripped him by the hair and jerked his head back. The cock was fed to his lips.
Bruce felt like he might choke; he might die. The cock felt so much, filling his esophagus, blocking his airway. All he knew was cock, cock, cock as Dick buried it into him, down his esophagus and into his chest. His eyes rolled up as the boy thrust his cock down his throat.
Then the boy’s rhythm slowed to a stop as he pulled himself free. The crowd hooted and clapped. Then Dick made Bruce fall on all fours with his ass out; Bruce couldn’t remember whether it was himself pulling down his pants, or the boy helping him.
A camera was pushed in front of his face while the enormous dick was pushed into him, filming his expression. Bruce might’ve yowled or shrieked from how big the cock was, how much it deformed his pelvis and thrust all the way into his belly, his stomach, his ribcage. But in reality, he probably only whimpered like a kitten as the boy fucked him.
In front of the camera, Bruce Wayne moaned like a whore while being railed by the boy with the amazing huge dick. The world could see him; the entire Gotham (and likely, the entire world) watched on as he cried like a bitch. Something was terrifying about that, but Bruce couldn’t remember what. It didn’t seem that important.
The ringleader (Haly?) spoke into the mic as Dick fucked Bruce in front of the entire world, speaking enthusiastically. This was such a successful show! Wow—the crowd was enraptured! And Bruce knew nothing besides the cock fucking him, drunk on whatever they’d laced the drink with.
Finally, the boy came in him. His cum was also like a heated source of an unending cascade, filling Bruce to the brim until the uncontained excess spilled out.
As Dick stood up and raised both arms in triumph, basking in the crowd’s cheers, Bruce collapsed on the floor, ruined ass raised and cheek flattened on the mat in a pool of his tears and snot.
While Mr. Haly announced behind him how the show was made even more incredible by the amazing Bruce Wayne, Bruce only thought about how fucking good it felt and how much he loved it.
Maybe he’d even reconsider adoption for such an amazing dick.