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Signing up for the Pussy Sharing Program could turn out to be a mistake, Jason thinks.
But if he’s going to regret it, it won’t be for some time. Right now, standing in a dark alleyway in full Red Hood gear and ready for patrol, the throbbing between his legs feels good. The strange finger coming through the portal, digging around between his labia, is annoying but kinda exciting.
Jason has been getting a lot of desperation and sexual torment from the dimensional portal connected to his pussy lately, so much so that he doesn’t mind it so much… other than the fact that his remote-matched user is kind of (to put it gently) an absolute dick.
The soft leather chastity belt around Jason’s crotch chafes against his skin. The crotch piece is molded perfectly to the shape of his pubis, so that no matter how much he moves, the mouth of the portal will always cover his sex, giving his user full access to his pussy and clit. Jason has no access to his own genitals at all—which means no touching, no masturbating, no pleasuring himself twenty-four-seven.
That honor solely belongs to whoever holds the other end of the Jason-Pussy—the Anonymous User he signed his autonomy to.
Anonymous User (22:50)
how do you like me fingering you like this?
The app makes this soft ding whenever a new message comes through. The screen glows ghostly in the dark, creating a bluish halo that makes the text especially glaring.
The fucking finger the User refers to is a single fry when Jason is hungry for a burger.
Before signing up, Jason had imagined being fucked silly by a portal cock. He wanted to stick to his nightly routine, pretending nothing was wrong when a foreign finger appeared in his cunt, or a disembodied dick was screwing the living hell out of him while he was trying to fight. That would be the easiest and the most Jason Todd way to deal with his sexual trauma, not whatever the fuck this is.
Jason grinds his teeth and types:
This is not fingering. You’re just fucking around with my clit.
His thumb hovers over the unsent text. It’s weird to be sending something so lewd to a guy he’s never met. Jason doesn’t care who the guy is—he was matched by an impartial third party, and not knowing was part of the deal.
Still, the thought of someone knowing his pussy like this, using it, probably keeping it in a drawer somewhere, treating the Jason-Pussy as their personal toy, makes a thrilling chill fire down Jason’s spine.
The rash decision didn’t seem so bad when Jason was having a depressive episode after another crash-out involving Bruce. He felt so low at the time. He had an explosive urge to be fucked and objectified, but he didn’t enjoy the idea of being strung to a partner. It was easier if Jason didn’t have to think; didn’t have to meet whoever was using him.
But that’s not what Jason has gotten.
Exhibit—he is standing here now, feeling something tickling his clit. An invisible hand reaching through a hidden portal to get to all his forbidden parts, parts that not even himself can use, and all it does is to titillate him, testing and poking, scratching and jabbing, but never penetrating, never giving him what he wants. Jason is all squirmy with that finger there, just out of reach.
It’s annoying as fuck, but it’s also kinda hot.
Jason contemplates adding some invective to his text. Perhaps call the guy an idiot, like he doesn’t understand that fingering involves more than just scratching the tip of someone’s clit, but he doesn’t want to offend the dick so much that the guy decides to terminate their contract.
So he hits send without altering the text.
The other guy is tying, and then the reply comes through:
Anonymous User (22:52)
so you don’t like being fucked around?
sounds like a lie
The finger that’s been tickling him withdraws, but then it sandwiches a length of its knuckle between the lips, propping him open. The fucker rubs him there, rocking the knuckle fore and back, squeezing the underside of the clit, flicking between the inner labia.
Jason wants to roll his eyes, but his pussy clenches around the user’s finger, regardless. The muscles in his cunt, having been edged and unsatisfied for so long, do three, four of these rapid, desperate squeezes. His soft membrane traces against the finger’s hard lines and bends, finding a small pressure that’s not nearly enough to satisfy. His juice quickly coats the finger and makes it slip and gurgle.
Unfortunately, his user has felt that.
Anonymous User (22:52)
you naughty slut you
A thumb joins that finger and presses against Jason’s clit, compressing it and rolling it like dough. A rough finger pad kneads the supple, silky folds of the clit, a little tender; a little raw. Despite himself, Jason lets out a soft gasp, echoing out of his voice-changing helmet. It’s a quiet night tonight. Thank God it’s a quiet patrol night.
Anonymous User (22:53)
your pussy is fucking wet
it’s a lot more candid than its owner
makes for a great cocksleeve
I bet I can make it cum all night
Those words tickle Jason’s brain, turning to blood swelling in his crotch.
All thoughts vanish. All that’s left is a vague fog of suspended craving.
The thumb retreats. Something else—stubby, soft, limber, and familiarly wet—swishes up in its place, rushing over the drenched knuckle, flicks over the clitoral hood. Jason’s hips tense, a desperate thrill shooting up from the base of his spine. Slowly, uncontrollably, his pelvis gives a slight, jerky thrust.
The User’s tongue swirls and flicks, circling Jason’s core and the knuckle that’s keeping Jason’s pussy blocked and spread. The finger uncurls, straightens, and the fingertip jabs between the creases.
Jason gasps. It’s always this part, the part that gets a rise out of him, no matter how many times it’s happened before. That first entrance into his cunt, penetrating and filling him as if he’s never experienced those things ever before. It just feels so… unnatural, being out here keeping up with his duty, fighting, defending, or interacting with friends and enemies, and suddenly a disembodied finger appears inside his cunt, plunging into him, curling inward, squeezing forward as if his cunt is a personal possession. No respect for what Jason has been doing or if he’s in a safe position to receive such a violation.
He can’t tell it to stop. He can’t make it stop. Most of the time, he can’t even let it show that it’s even happening to him. He is a toy, some random jerk’s personal pocket pussy, and he can only endure.
It takes a lot of concentration to find his fingers. Desperately trying to steady his hips, Jason types:
You won't
Anonymous User (22:55)
you might be right
you need to earn it
The finger coils, brushing against the spongy spot on the front wall. A thrill thrusts up from his pelvis, the gentle flow of a soft spring. There’s a sensation of wanting to pee, and Jason has to keep himself from pinching his knees inward. Red Hood doing the potty dance isn’t going to strike fear in any criminal.
“Oh… shit…”
The pressure stays. The dull thrum is so painful that Jason’s vision briefly darkens.
The tongue becomes fervent, sliding and tapping everywhere. It’s wet, and gross, and utterly humiliating. It isn’t even much—his user isn’t even fucking him yet! And yet, barring that time Joker killed him, Jason has never felt more powerless than now.
Anonymous User (22:57)
ready to beg to cum yet, cocksleeve?
Jason stares at the app and can’t think. His mind is filled with white noise, all the blood in his brain trickling away into his clit now. His clit, this swollen, tender bud, excited to be abused, pulsates against the User’s calculated licks. The folds of his pussy open and close in anticipation. He’s so wet that he can no longer tell the difference between his juice and the User’s saliva.
The tongue and the finger are working together now: one thrusting, the other curling and dabbing, playing his clit in all the right ways. All his parts are swollen and sensitive and weeping excess juice. He cannot keep his hips still. Release seems so close, and yet so far.
His hips are beginning to be overtaken by uncontrolled thrusts. Jason makes a nasal sound, pressing his lips together to keep himself from moaning.
Jason’s fingers tremble over the keys, his resolve fading. What remains of his pride dwindling in the face of carnal desires.
Red Menace (22:58)
I don't think you can
make me cum
I'm not
I'm not
not convinced
That’s not too desperate… right?
Perhaps now—(a shiver rocks him to the core as that tongue joins the finger in his cunt, the User’s soft chunk of flesh now fucking into the orifice, coiling and thrusting, twisting and rolling and licking along his convulsing walls)—the User will take the bait.
Oh, please. Please let him take the bait.
Anonymous User (22:58)
You're really a brat aren't you
Anonymous User (22:58)
call yourself a slut, pussy
say it and I'll let you have it
Red Menace (23:00)
In your dreams asshole
Anonymous User (23:01)
but that's not an accurate name is it
you're not really a menace
you're more of a cocksleeve to me
The insult briefly breaks Jason out of his horny bout.
Red-hot anger sizzles under Jason’s skin from those texts, abandoned pride now reawakening.
Jason types a scathing response furiously into the phone. He hits send.
Cocksleeve (23:01)
in your fucking dreams
Anonymous User (23:02)
now that's better
now you can call yourself my cocksleeve, pussy
The fuck?
Jason glares at the interface.
He’s so flabbergasted he can’t remember to close his mouth. His eyes go over his own username, trying to make sense of it, but his vision is blurry. All his blood is going into his pussy. He can barely comprehend what’s happening to him.
Cocksleeve (23:03)
w
whs
what
Anonymous User (23:03)
say you're my cocksleeve and maybe I'll let you cum
Cocksleeve (23:04)
fu
Jason tries to think of a better response, but he’s drawing a blank. Every time he tries to think, his mind draws the image of a massive, dark, veiny cock, the head growing purple and leaking pre-cum, forcing itself into his tight pussy.
He dreams about that cock screwing the living light out of him until he’s a crying, begging little bitch.
Fuck.
He really is a cocksleeve.
Jason knows the User has a nice and big dick from that one time he put it into the Jason-Pussy. And Jason is certain the fucker can deliver a good fuck if only he stops being a selfish, sadistic prick. Jason has experienced the User’s prick exactly one time—instead of giving his Jason-Pussy a nice pounding, the asshole just let the soft thing sit inside, using Jason as a cock warmer.
Jason turns furious just thinking about that. He’s not a cock-warmer—not just a thing to be used when convenient! He signed up to become a pocket pussy—what’s he getting out of it?
Jason’s cunt is so hungry that there’s nothing he wouldn’t do to get the fuck it needs.
Before his mind catches up, Jason’s fingers are already darting at lightning speed over his phone screen.
Cocksleeve (23:05)
okkk k
k f
fine
I'm cocksleeve
happy
can I cum now
pl
I'm a cocksleeve!
I'm a cocksclee
Jason finishes sending that text and waits with his breath bated.
The User doesn’t answer, but his tongue retreats. His finger hooks inside Jason, as if the User is keeping a hold on the Jason-Pussy so it wouldn’t slip off his hand, the way one might carry a cup or a kitchen rag.
A second passes with nothing happening. Five.
There’s no response. No three-dot ellipsis animation to indicate the User is typing up a response.
Jason feels his chest explode, a soft whine bypassing his lips.
Cocksleeve (23:06)
fu
Cocksleeve (23:06)
can y
can u
how many times do I have to say it
Cocksleeve (23:06)
I’m your fucking cocksleeve daddy
happy
da
daddy
plz
The User types in a reply:
Anonymous User (23:08)
jesus fucking christ kid
I just had to answer an email
what's with the enthusiasm
Cocksleeve (23:08)
give it to me
give it to meeeeeee
Jason bites his lip and rocks back and forth on the balls of his feet as he waits for the User to type his response. It’s taking so long, and his clit is so swollen that it might explode any minute. He can’t stop a whine from leaving his lips. He’s shivering all over.
His near-empty pussy is pulsing painfully between his legs, milking a finger that feels like nothing.
Anonymous User (23:11)
tell me you’re a no good little fuck bitch who’d do anything for his daddy’s cock
Jason can’t help it. He lets a whine pass his lips, and his shoulders hunch forward.
It’s so sadistic, so unfair, so… mean. The fact that this fucker would just hang him out like this is just such an evil thing to do. Jason’s all out of words.
A million emotions flash through Jason’s head—bright-red anger, cold-blue fear, and deep-fuchsia horniness.
His poor pussy is weeping between his legs, drooling his slut-juice out of the puffy, sensitized lips and out the other side of the portal. He imagines the User watching it go down and sneering, waiting patiently for Jason to cave.
But what can Jason do but cave? He’s so desperate for a cock between his legs. The Red Hood is a slut, and perhaps he has to admit to it if he wants to hope for mercy.
Jason knows he’s not in the right headspace, but at such desperate times, he can’t argue with the hunger of his cunt.
Cocksleeve (23:13)
I'm a no good little fuck bitch
who'd do anything for daddy's cock
I’m whore for abuse
plz abuse my slutty pussy
His chest burns, but that feeling alone seems to enhance his arousal, not discourage it.
The User must be feeling really good about himself right now. Jason hopes he enjoys the treat where it counts—getting a nice, warm fleshlight to fuck whenever he cares to and a desperate whore worshipping his cock because Jason doesn’t have any self-respect left.
Fuck. Jason is such a pathetic slut for punishment.
The throbbing between his legs is so great that Jason’s knees knock against each other. A sob rumbles out. Snuffling, he watches the typing animation with a pinched chest.
Anonymous User (23:13)
not hard, was it, pussy?
horny little bitch
that calls for a reward
Barring his humiliation, Jason sobs in relief.
The finger retreats; Jason’s shoulders sag with it. Tension leaves him as he breathes out in anticipation.
The spongy head of his user’s cock replaces the finger. It pushes between the tender petals of his cunt, causing discomfort when it makes room for itself.
That feeling is always a bit shocking at first—that first stretch of his vulnerable passage, something forcing it to mold around a foreign object—especially one that’s so big. It’s like being ripped apart. It makes him wince and his eyes water with its roughness. Feeling helpless, being made to accommodate something so monstrous and foreign.
But there’s no stopping it, is there? That is part of the deal. Jason gets used whenever his user feels like it, and Jason can’t say no, can’t stop it from happening, can do nothing to make it stop tearing into him.
He can only endure.
The cock drives inward. Jason cries out—not out of pain, but out of relief—when the User’s massive thing finally forces open his hole.
It plows through that narrow, wet hole, bulldozing a way for itself by stretching his cunt and pushing aside the wet globs of his juice. It jabs deeper into him and makes him form around it. Jason’s pussy clenches, meeting the hot, veiny column with its tender, swollen inner walls.
When the cock finally sinks to the hilt, its glans pressing against the tender muscle ring of his cervix, the User’s balls slapping against the taut folds of his outer labia, Jason nearly comes just from that.
Jason squeezes his pussy around the girth, the soft walls rippling all over a solid shaft. He’s sobbing and drooling, thrusting his hips into the air to get nonexistent friction. He arches his back in a grand curve, shaking all over.
The first time he experienced being penetrated like this, his first thought was, “What the hell was that?” But then it became clear that the cock had always meant to be there. The User’s cock reminds him of that. Jason’s pussy has been created to be the sleeve for a cock like this, so long and massive that it makes him feel like a lanced worm on a hook, his cunt stretched thin and sore. It took being fucked and humiliated for him to realize he’d been looking to fill the emptiness in his cunt his entire life. Jason cannot feel this way until a cock has him skewered to the womb. He’s made to take a cock.
It’s so wrong, but never has anything felt so right and so calming.
Jason drops to his knees, hands bracing himself on the dirty gutter ground. There, like a dog, his hips bob up and down as he’s being pummeled by an invisible cock.
His phone is buzzing, but he no longer has the brain capacity to look at the screen.
Jason comes with a scream, embarrassingly quick. His user has only started, pitching forward and unrelentingly abusing his Jason-Pussy, fucking his fleshlight through Jason’s orgasm even as the fleshlight is convulsing painfully around him. Vaguely, Jason feels a pressure give and rush out, and he knows he’s squirted. The feeling of release and the naughty, dirty association with pissing only heightens his arousal; to lose control like that.
Jason cannot stay still. On all fours, his whole body is a trembling mess. The motion of his hips is controlled by an unseen puppeteer, making him rock this way and that. For any rogue stumbling into his territory right now, Red Hood must look like a dirty bitch-in-season, inviting anyone in the vicinity to mount him.
Another orgasm is torn out of him, and Jason shouts. He spasms from arm to toe.
His hands lose their grip on the ground and drop his chest. Jason moans and kicks his knees against the asphalt, shoving his chest and helmet against the rough surface. His drool and tears have pooled inside his helmet, feeling incredibly filthy.
I’m trash. I’m trash and a dirty little slut. He’s right, and being a cocksleeve is what I’m good for.
Jason’s user makes him cum too many times to count while Jason writhes and moans on the floor. One after another, his pussy contracts in nonstop spasms, his hips jerking, his clit painfully swollen and sensitive. He’s useless on the floor, rolling around like a dog, crying out vulnerable, pathetic cries. His phone is a foot away, where he dropped it, the screen lit up, but Jason is too fucked out to read.
His whole body is useless, arms trembling, mind bright with rapid fireworks. He’s in heaven one moment, in hell the next. Everywhere is sore, and every slam against his cervix hurts so much that he nearly wants to retch. That pain turns into pleasure, and when the cockhead finally breaches the gate, fucking into Jason’s womb itself, Jason comes with a shout, body spread out and overtaken with uncontrolled shivers.
The User unloads into his womb—bright, hot semen, gouts of it, breeding Jason and marking Jason. I’m a toy. Just a toy, a thing. A fleshlight.
Jason doesn’t know what happens next, just that when his body stops convulsing, the User’s cock is settled inside his pussy, deeply wedged and swimming in his cum and Jason’s juice. It isn’t moving.
“Wha…?”
Jason lets out a little cry and thrusts his hips forward, clenching down and hoping for more movement, more friction. None comes. His user has stopped using him for good.
Jason whines and twitches, hurt and horny all over. He rocks his hips, greeting empty air. He reaches a hand down his pants, prying eyes be damned, hoping to pleasure himself into another orgasm, but he cannot get past the belt. The crotch piece is formed closely to his skin, with not a single gap to stick a finger into.
His pussy throbs pathetically. Even after so many orgasms, he’s not satisfied. His promiscuous cunt isn’t satisfied with the massive object propping it open; it needs stimulation. It desperately needs to be fucked.
Jason nearly cries when he realizes what’s happening.
“Fuck you!” he snaps to the empty alleyway.
For a moment, he lies there in the alley, drenched in his tears and snot and misery.
Then he remembers the phone.
Anonymous User (23:13)
you’re a really cute, pathetic whore you know
I wish you know how smooth your cunt feels for me
it’s made for me to fuck
your pussy is just perfect
the perfect pussy toy
Anonymous User (23:22)
I’m done for the night
I’m going to sleep with a nice warm sleeve around me
have to make sure you remember your place ;)
Jason grits his teeth and prepares to swear, but what comes out is a sob.
He won’t get to come again tonight.
He’s been thoroughly teased toward another orgasm, but he won’t get to have it again. Not until his sadistic user deems it appropriate.
Who knows how long it’ll take for that to happen?
*
Dick types into the app: Have to make sure you remember your place ;)
The realistic outer labia of the pocket pussy spasms all around his cock. They’re stretched thin around his girth, and they’ve been tortured so much that the whole thing is an angry fuchsia.
The Jason-Pussy is this flesh-colored cylinder. On one end is the entrance to Jason’s cunt, marked by the gates of his puffy labia, hiding the clit and rosy inner layers. There’s no distinction between the labia majora and the outer surface of the pocket pussy, as if they’re either made from the same fleshy material or this whole thing is a pulsing organism. When Dick isn’t using his pocket pussy, he often runs his hand over the realistic outer limits of the toy, feeling the lifelike skin texture of the design. He wonders if Jason can feel it when he strokes him on the outside like that, like this distant, alien teasing from the outside of his vaginal canal. Not enough to stimulate, and it must feel so wrong.
The lips stretched around Dick are drooling profusely. This clear, warm liquid that tells Dick how horny his pocket pussy is. That’s his favorite part of the Pussy Share—the knowledge that he can do whatever he wants with his brother’s cunt, tickle it, pinch it, or torture it, and there’s nothing Jason can do to stop him.
The pocket pussy had a cap on the business end when Dick first got it. Once it was opened, the user was directly greeted by the heart-shaped, rotund shapes of their match’s outer labia, specially delivered by portal technology to the user’s doorstep. Of course, Dick had known who his match would be—a bit of hacking and string-pulling did the trick. Dick had it all planned right after he first learned of Jason’s involvement in the program. He remembers how angry he was at the time, imagining some rando asshole getting his Jason-Pussy in the mail. That should be Dick’s privilege alone! But Dick’s hard work paid off. Words couldn’t explain his excitement when he found his Jason-Pussy in the mail, waiting for him to use.
And Jason makes such a fun texting partner. Fun to tease.
He wasn’t planning to sleep like he promised, of course. He will wait until Jason passes out from exhaustion to screw his sleeping pocket pussy.
Jason is typing now. Dick imagines him tapping on his phone frantically if he wants to punch holes into the screen. He’s not happy about the denial.
Cocksleeve (23:23)
you’re a fucker, you know that
you stupid stupid stupid fucker
you're fucked
I hate you
Frowning, Dick replies:
Anonymous User (23:23)
now is that any way to speak to your pussy's owner?
With that, he takes the swollen clitoral glans atop the expanded pussy with his index finger and thumb, giving it a slow, firm pinch.
It’s like juicing a berry; the bud swells and pumps against the pads of his fingers. A shudder ripples through the pussy. The whole entrance to the Jason-Pussy flushes a darker red.
Dick doesn’t let go. He gives it some room, then bores down again, squeezing the tender organ like a fidget toy. After a beat or two of this torture, he gives the bud a harsh twist.
The app lights up.
Cocksleeve (23:24)
OMG I’m sorry! I’m sorry okay
Cocksleeve (23:24)
stop please STOP
Dick can’t help but chuckle.
The “Red Menace”… not so menacing now.
For good measure, he keeps the pressure around the clit for a few more seconds before finally showing his brother mercy.
Inside the pocket pussy, the tunnel is tight, warm, and silky-smooth, squeezing him so deliciously. Dick really doesn’t want to pull out. But Jason is being a brat, and that requires a firm, disciplinary hand.
So, with a firm grip around the fleshy Jason-Pussy, Dick drags it off his cock.
Tight, silky walls slide around him unwillingly, squeezing him even as he slides himself away. A vibration trembles through the warm walls, and Dick imagines Jason whining about the denial. He plucks himself off; the pussy shakes with a few sporadic spasms, but doesn’t cum. The tip of his cock is wet with a silvery sheen, dragging a glistening string of cum and pussy juice from inside its sleeve.
Dick gives the soppy lips and swollen clit a lick, lapping up the mess of his release and Jason’s juice. He doesn’t bother wiping it down. Let Jason patrol with a soppy cunt that he can do nothing about.
He then plugs up the cunt with a vibrating dildo, the biggest one he’s bought for this purpose. It’s almost as big as Dick himself, monstrous and purple, lined with silicone beads. When he jams it all the way back, it looks incredibly lewd, with his brother’s labia stretched to the extreme and pulled around it like a rubber band, the tortured clit scarlet and begging for touch.
Dick turns it on, putting the device on high. Its motor vibrates up the walls and makes the dark pussy lips shake and sputter.
It looks almost painful, with how much force it’s vibrating, but Jason’s pussy can handle it. He’s such a slut, anyway.
The phone lights up.
Cocksleeve (23:25)
fuck
what did you do
Dick doesn’t grace that with a reply. Instead, he changes his status to offline. He might stay around to see how Jason reacts, but to Jason, his frantic pleading texts won’t be seen by his user for some time.
Dick imagines Jason writhing in agony, shivering and drooling, and wet all over. He enjoys knowing how frustrated his brother is, pained and aroused and forced to endure, with no way to turn off the torture device.
Dick puts the Jason-Pussy back onto the shelf where he stores it, at a good angle to keep an eye on it while he checks his mission reports and gets dressed for patrol.
If Jason begs properly, Dick decides, he might reward his slutty pocket pussy with a little good sleep-fucking when he’s done for the night.