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The first thing Jason is aware of is the feeling of cold metal against his bare skin.
Well, it’s not like Jason hasn’t been in this position for. Kidnapped, hands and feet restrained he quickly learns as he tries to move them. The only new addition is his lack of Red Hood armor and, well, clothing in general.
And if that wasn’t humiliating enough, there is something constricting around his neck, like a bulky choker.
Opening his groggy eyes, Jason takes in his surroundings. The small, carpeted room he’s in is much nicer compared to the warehouses he usually finds himself in when captured.
Those just dredge up some bad memories.
He takes stock of the room some more. Clean, beige walls that sport modern art. A dim chandelier hanging above a nice wooden desk. A large couch adorned with velvety cushions. A big window showing he’s in some sort of penthouse that is floors above the city. Jason can see it’s nighttime.
So, from all this Jason gathers two things.
One, the person who kidnapped him is rich. And two, just as all rich people are, the person who kidnapped him is a big, massive idiot.
I mean, really? Capturing a bat and not leaving them blindfolded? Jason knows Gotham like the back of his hand, and right now he knows exactly where he is.
Old Gotham to some. Financial district to others.
But to Jason, it’s where Roman Sionis’ penthouse is.
Jason breathes out an annoyed sigh. He hasn’t even messed with Black Mask operations in like, forever! So there’s no reason for Roman to want to torture Jason, if that’s even the reason he kidnapped him.
A creak in distant floorboards declares Roman’s presence as he opens the creaky door.
Jeez, Jason thinks, his face never gets any less ugly.
“Did you blow your budget on the ugly wall decor? Is that why I’m sitting here in this dingy, metal chair? If I’m being honest, it’s a big turn off.” Jason immediately runs his mouth. Partly because of how annoyed he is with the whole situation, but also because he really doesn’t want to sit through a whole monologue explaining whatever Roman has planned.
“Speaking of turn offs,” he continues, “why am I naked? You haven’t taken me on a date yet, or even gotten me flowers. Chivalry really is dead.”
“Funny.” Is all Roman replies. He positions himself in front of Jason, giving the restricted man a once-over.
Or rather a ninth-over if you were to ask Jason.
“Well, if you aren’t gonna talk, I will. I’m not sure what I did to piss you off this time, but there are some things you and your ‘business associates’ are doing in my territory that are pissing me-“ Jason is cut off with a painful groan, as the machinery around his neck electrocutes his whole body. His muscles spasm, and he drops the lock pick he had been secretly holding in his left hand.
There goes plan ‘blabber on and distract until the next thing Sionis knows is the feeling of a fist to his pathetic face.’ Shame, Jason really liked the visual in his head.
“You really are a sneaky thing,” Roman tells him as he bends over to pick up the dropped lock pick. “I mean, I’m not even sure where you could’ve been hiding this.” He makes eye contact with Jason and grins.
“So that’s what this is, huh?” Jason asks, using his head to gesture to the thing around his neck, his chin hitting it. “A shock collar? What am I, a dog?”
Roman lets out a hearty chuckle. “Oh, no, Jason. I’d think of it more as… an obedience technique. For you, my pretty kitty.”
“What.” Jason deadpans.
Roman moves closer, gently taking Jason’s wrists in his hands and unlocking the metal restraints around them. “Yes, you heard me right, kitty. What you’re wearing right now is just some tech my old pal Tetch lended to me. You’re going to be so obedient for me, aren’t you? Like right now, you’re not going to try and run away when I release you.”
Another shock, this time a bit tamer, more of a buzz, runs through Jason’s body. His now free, fist formed hand aborted its movement towards Roman’s face, falling limply in Jason’s lap.
“What the…” Jason trails off, turning his head from his fallen hand to Roman’s face, bewilderment clear in his eyes.
“Stand up.” Roman orders, and Jason, against his will, immediately stands up. The collar buzzes once more, and Jason can’t help but notice that it kind of feels good. As if he were getting a massage. “Good kitty.”
“Stop calling me that, you perverted freak! When I get this stupid collar off me, you are going to regret-“ Jason’s own moan cuts him off as an object is plunged up his hole. He can’t hold back his groans of pain as he feels it dig deeper and deeper. He turns his head back to find a cat tail, hanging between his cheeks.
Red paints Jason’s cheeks as embarrassment overloads his system. Did Roman just… shove an anal plug up his hole?
“Good kitty,” Roman repeats, and now both the collar and the tail plug are buzzing, and oh, it feels so good, Jason is melting.
While it would be easy to get lost in the pleasurable sensations of the vibrations hitting his prostate just right, Jason is still lucid enough to understand he has a task at hand.
Also, he’d rather save himself now, instead of one of the other Bats finding him like this.
Except, there’s really nothing he can do. Talking his way out of it hasn’t worked, and Jason has lost all hope in that plan. He can’t move, either, which is very ideal went wanting to, you know, run away.
“Roman. You need to stop this-“ Again, he’s interrupted by his very own pathetic noises. The vibrations have dialed up, along with the pleasure.
“No, kitty. It’s time you listen to me.” Roman circles around Jason’s tense body. He tightens his grip on the remote in his hand, the remote he’s been using this whole time to torment the man in front of him. He brings it up to his lips, holding down a red button, before whispering into the handheld control, “You want to be a good kitty.”
The sentence swirls around Jason’s head, and he knows it’s the collars fault. It’s messing with his mind, and Roman did admit he got it from Mad Hatter. The problem is, the sensations are so strong and the voice is so loud, that Jason can’t even focus on any of the techniques that Batman taught him to resist mind control.
All he has for now is his own conscience to try and save him.
No, Jason. You don’t want to be this sick man’s pet-
Another jolt, double the pleasure.
Jason loudly moans, having half the mind to feel embarrassed about it, and realizes he’s hard.
What is going on?
“You want to be a good kitty,” The words swirl back into his brain, taking over his thoughts.
No, I… no…
“Come on, Jason,” Roman is now very close to his face, leveling the remote in line with Jason’s eyes. With a click of his finger, the vibrations become even more intense.
“You want to be a good kitty.”
Nooo… don’t wanna be… don’t… wanna be…
“Just say it.” Roman eggs on. More taps on the remote control. More sensations. More pleasure.
Jason whimpers, “I… wanna…” he shakes his head, as if it will clear his thoughts. Which thoughts, though? The thoughts of resistance, or the thoughts of blissful pleasure? Does he even want to get out of this situation?
No! It’s the collar talking! Jason regains a sliver of perception.
“You want to be a good kitty.”
And he’s back under.
I… wanna… be…
“Say it out loud, kitty.” Roman commands.
“I wanna be…” Jason starts, before trailing off into a lengthy moan.
“My good kitty,” Roman guides him, clearly growing impatient.
Jason drones off, “Kitty…”
Roman sighs, repeating his request, “Say it out loud.” There’s a sense of finality in the statement, and Jason knows if he truly wants to be a good kitty he has to follow these orders.
“I… wanna be… a good… kitty.”
“Good kitty!” Roman exclaims. He roughly grasps Jason’s hard, leaking cock in one hand, jerking it, while dialing up the vibrations with his other.
And Jason wails in pleasure. “Oh, oh! I wanna be your good kitty!” The pleasure of Roman’s hand sliding up and down his shaft causes him to shout. His head tilts toward the ceiling as his eyes almost roll up into his head. “I wanna be your good kitty!”
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The mantra repeats over and over again in Jason’s head, the collar mixing his brain up.
When Jason tilts his head back down to face Roman, the man has a very pleased smile on his face that lights up Jason’s heart.
I’m his good kitty! I made him happy! I followed orders!
Roman starts to pet his hair, a thoughtful expression wiping away his genuine smile. “Now, to be a good kitty there’s some things you need to do.” Jason frowns, hearing this.
He thought he was already a good kitty!
“You already have the tail,” Roman makes point of this statement by pushing the plug in a little bit more, earning a cute noise from Jason. “But I have some more accessories for my kitty.” Jason’s head perks up in interest, as he watches Roman turn around and walk a few feet away, grabbing a box that Jason had paid no mind to earlier. Roman opens the box, grabbing a cat ear headband from it.
He gently places it atop Jason’s head. “Courtesy of Tetch, of course.” Roman hits the remote once more, and the headband starts buzzing against his temples, joining the other vibrations that Jason has since gotten used to.
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The mantra increases tenfold as the collar and the headband join forces. Jason’s brain is flooded with this truth.
While the machinery cements Jason’s new role, Roman grabs another item from the box. It’s a gold charm, the words ‘Good Kitty’ etched on one side, and the sentence ‘Property of Roman Sionis’ on the other.
It’s a small indulgence, but Roman lets himself have it. Conditioning and training your pet is hard work, after all.
He clips the small accessory on a little notch on the front of Jason’s collar. Pleased, Roman takes a few steps back to see his work so far.
“I’m your good kitty,” he slurs out. To a passerby, he would look drunk, all giggly and flushed.
“Yes, yes, I know, kitty. But in order to be the best kitty, you have to learns a few things.” Jason eagerly nods.
“First, all kitties walk on all fours. Only humans walk on two legs.”
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All at once, the headband, collar, and tail start buzzing to a higher level. Jason quickly drops to his hands, and then his knees. His obedience due to the overwhelming pleasure and Roman’s command.
“Good kitty. Crawl over to me.” And crawl Jason does. He makes his way over to Roman’s knees, a little slow due to his new adjustments. “Perfect. Next, kitties don’t talk. They meow, or purr.”
KittiesmeowKittiespurrKittiesmeowKittiespurr
“Meow,” Jason lets out, his own voice shocking himself, causing his eyes to widen. He has half the sense to feel embarrassed, but that doesn’t last long before he forgets about it all and drowns in the buzzing.
All Roman can do is laugh. He did not imagine that the brainwashing technology would work this fast, not to mention this well! The cute crime lord who’s been causing him all this trouble for years is now reduced to his pet.
Time for the last step.
“You’re such a good kitty, you’re doing so well.” At the praise, Jason starts purring and rubbing his head against Roman’s legs. “The last thing, kitty, is that good kitties don’t think. There’s no room in their heads for thoughts. Their owners think for them, okay?”
As this was the most important step, Roman turns the vibrations up to the highest level. Jason needs to be focused on pleasure instead of thoughts.
KittiesdontthinkKittiesdontthinkKittiesdontthinkKittiesdont…
Kittiesdont… think. Kitties… think. Kittiesdont. Kittiesdont. Kitties… don’t. Kitties… don’t. Kitties… Kitties… Kit… Kit… K… K.
…
Roman takes a deep, and good look at Kitty. Completely empty. Not a thought behind those eyes. He chuckles, and stores the remote in his desk drawer, opting to keep it at the max level for the time being.
He pulls out his phone, pressing record and circling around Jason who is writhing in pleasure, his cat instincts taking over as he humps his hard cock against the carpet ground. Like a cat in heat. He sends the video to Jervis Tetch, as a sort of thank you.
He takes a seat in his desk chair, all of a sudden exhausted from today’s brainwashing. “Kitty,” he calls out, “come here and warm my cock,” he orders, undoing his belt and pulling down his suit pants, his hard dick springing out and leaking. Kitty is crawling under his desk in an instant.
Kitty takes Roman’s cock into his mouth as Roman leans back into his chair. The room is quiet now, and Roman can hear the buzzing of Tetch’s tech. The headband disrupting Kitty’s brainwaves, making him a slave to command. The tail anal plug, consistently buzzing in Kitty’s ruined hole. The cute collar, labeling him as Roman’s property. His favorite sound, though, is the purring coming from Kitty’s mouth that is full of hard and throbbing cock.
Roman shifts his hips, forcing more of himself into Kitty’s mouth. He can’t help but smile.
He feels like a little girl who just got a puppy for Christmas. He loves his new pet.