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Turn of the Bat-Manacled card

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I HAVE BATJERK MUDDLED AND AMAZED JUST LIKE ALL THE OTHERS

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SUPERJERK WAS CAPTURED USING THESE WORTHLESS ROCKS

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Batbound!!!!

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Nice close crack Bat curves and classic era tight thighs. SHTOK!

Not a big Batman fan…but this one his hot. Batman packs a quite a punch…and  is muscle ass in tight spandex is super hot. 

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Right where I want him.

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My BAThypnosis Ray allowed ,my complete takeover of BATslave

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Speaking of the bat-throat, as long as you have your mouth open like that let’s see what might fill it, Hero.

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Batman #29  - April 1969 ( Mondadori - Italy)

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ROBIN THE BOI NUMBER WAS JUST BEAT HE AND BATFINK NEEDED A BATNAP

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Bat WAKKing on the Caped Chump Crusader is an old trick 🦇

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Batman is abandoned to his fate on the high seas

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Zagor si distrae e si fa sorprendere come un pivello dal guerriero indiano. Il pellerossa riesce a colpire lo Spirito con la Scure con un terrificante pugno nei coglioni.

La toppa sul pacco dei jeans sdruciti di Zagor non attutisce la violenza del colpo. Il ragazzo si piega in due per il dolore e chiude gli occhi. Gli gira la testa e vede tutto offuscato. Nonostante sia stordito dal dolore, Zagor si rende conto che il pugno del ragazzo indiano gli ha fatto svuotare i coglioni. I suoi jeans si stanno infradiciando di panna, che cola lungo la coscia sinistra. La chiazza e la colata di sborra sono ben visibili sul tessuto logoro, sdrucito e scolorito dei jeans di Zagor.

“Non parli più ora, grand’uomo” grida il ragazzo indiano vedendo il suo avversario sofferente per quel pugno ai coglioni.

Zagor gets distracted and is surprised as a rookie by the Indian warrior. The Native American manages to hit the Spirit with the Hatchet with a terrifying punch in the nuts.

The patch on the crotch of Zagor's frayed jeans does not cushion the violence of the blow. The boy doubles over in pain and closes his eyes. His head spins and he sees everything blurred. Despite being dizzy with pain, Zagor realizes that the Indian boy's punch has made his balls empty. His jeans are becoming drenched with cream, dripping down his left thigh. The slick and dripping cum is clearly visible on the worn, frayed, and discolored fabric of Zagor's jeans.

“You don't talk anymore now, big man," cries the Indian boy, seeing his opponent in pain from that punch to the nuts.

Il guerriero indiano aveva sfidato Zagor con la baldanza e l’arroganza tipica dei giovani guerrieri, pur essendo convinto di non avere alcuna speranza contro lo Spirito con la Scure. E, in effetti, Zagor lo stava gonfiando di botte. Ma poi il Signore di Darkwood si era rilassato, pensando evidentemente di avere ormai vinto e non volendo punire troppo severamente quel ragazzo. Quel calo di tensione sta costando caro a Zagor. Il guerriero indiano, eccitato nel vedere lo Spirito con la Scure piegato in due dal dolore al cazzo, si avventa su di lui e lo colpisce con due pugni violentissimo al volto. Zagor non riesce ad evitarli e urla per il dolore.

The Indian warrior had challenged Zagor with the boldness and arrogance typical of youngsters, even though he was convinced he had no hope against the Spirit with the Hatchet. And, indeed, Zagor was pumping him up. But then the Lord of Darkwood had relaxed, evidently thinking that he had now won and not wanting to punish that boy too severely. That drop in tension is costing Zagor dearly. The Indian warrior, aroused to see the Spirit with the Hatchet bent in two by the pain in his groin, pounces on him and hits him with two very violent punches to the face. Zagor cannot avoid them and screams in pain.

Zagor è completamente in balia del suo avversario. Cerca disperatamente di reagire, non può farsi battere così da un ragazzino. Muove un passo. E poi un altro ancora. Barcolla. Geme. E poi crolla a terra, perdendo i sensi. Zagor è stato sconfitto ed umiliato da un giovane ed inesperto avversario.

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The yuletide Christmas lights cord tightly chocking off the precious air from his throat, the Caped Crusader vainly thrashed & gagged before sinking helplessly earthwards to his knees in the sweet bliss of oblivion...