e couldn' t kiove his
body, except to arch his back a bit. The room he was in oorly
ventilated and very warm. He could feel his wavy black hair wet and matted
to his head as sweat trickled down his brow and stung his eyes. Suddenly,
bright white arclights snapped all around him, bathing him in blinding
white light a. Tim gasped as he saw the body of another naked boy
dangling in front of him. The boy' s lean, sinewy body glistened in the
bright light and the boy' s face grimaced with pain. Beads of sweat
trickled down the furrow between the boy' s rounded pectorals and through the
ridges of his deeply-etched eight-pack, through the matted bush of pubic
hair and down the shaft of the boy' s flaccid six-inch penis. A drop of
sweat beaded and fell from the boy' s cock to the floor just as Tim
blinked and realized he was looking into a mirrored wall and seeing his own
refle.
Unlike Dick Grayson, the first Robin who ged his identity to
Nightwing, Tim had never bulked up under Batman' s releraining.
Instead, he developed a lean muscularity. His shoulders and arms were more
muscular than an average boys, with pectorals were as round and tight as
half a melon. But instead of the husky trunk of Batman, Tim' s torso
tapered into a 28" waist surrounded by tight bands of muscle that ran
through his abs and into his well-muscled thighs. Stretched by his own
weight, the bariations of his muscles stood out in high relief.
The Pied Piper smacked his lips as he gazed at Robin through the
one-way mirror. Let him bake awhile there, he thought; those lights would
raise the temperature in that room to over 100 degrees. And he had been
planning this for a long time. o rush things.
Robin' s head hung limply as he gamely tried to serve his strength.
After about an hour of the seari of the floodlights, he