Insultingly Rich Male Seeking Nubile Young Boy Toy

batman4668: What are you wearing? ;o)

candy_ass72: guess

batman4668: A Robin costume? :oD

candy_ass72: ...

candy_ass72: no better

candy_ass72: NOTHING

batman4668: Oh.

batman4668: Oh, wow.

batman4668: You're such a sex kitten. I didn't know it was possible to get this aroused through the internet. )

candy_ass72: )) oh u


"Batman4668," or as he was better known, billionaire Cassius Grimmley sighed deeply to himself, smiling. This online dating thing was the greatest; he couldn't believe he had met a real sexy gay sugar baby. One who liked DC comics, too. It was almost too good to be true.

Being a real sugar daddy felt strange, but he couldn't wait to lavish money onto sexy little candy_ass72 in real life. He'd probably get lots of action, too.

Just as he was about to type, "I can't wait until you visit," he heard the doorbell ring. "Oh, brb ;o)" he typed, closing his laptop and heading upstairs.

His butler was already at the door by the time he got there.

"Hello!" said a bright, smiley missionary. His great smile was trumped only by the fact that he had three large, noticeable scars across his face. He clutched biblical pamphlets to his chest, pressing his religious themed tie against his white polo shirt. "I'm here to spread the word of the Lord!"

He had been quite lucky in getting such a great neighborhood; other missionaries got sent to places like Mexico. He'd never want to go there; he was from there, and that was bad enough. Jude's mother had managed to get out of Mexico by marrying an American who had fallen in love with her. It was pure luck, but at least he had a loving family.

"I'd really appreciate if you would let me talk to you for just a few minutes about how the Lord can save your soul!" Jude grinned from ear to ear, stretching the scars over his lips.

"I'm afraid you'll have to leave," began Alfred the butler. His name was actually Jimmy, but Cassius had always refused to call him anything but Alfred.

"Alfred, wait," Cassius said, stepping between his butler and the door. "You don't understand, I'm expecting this young man, I believe." He winked at the boy at his doorstep; he was even hotter than he had imagined him, and he had imagined candy_ass72 as pretty hot.

"Hey there--you wouldn't happen to know anything about missionary stuff, would you?" he asked suavely. Candy_ass72 had just been telling him how much he loved that position.

"I know everything about, uhm, missionary stuff, as you put it!" he nodded. "I know everything you'll ever need to know about the Lord and God and everything great about religion! If you just let me talk to you, that would be great!"

He shifted his weight, slicking his hair back. It was curly and dark brown, so it didn't stay back well. Worse, when it was slicked back, you could see his large forehead scar much, much better.

This was the firs time he hadn't gotten the door slammed in his face! Usually, even if they liked missionaries, they'd slam it in his face because of the scars alone.

"May I come in?"

"Of course you can, baby," he said, shooing Alfred away. "I'll make you scream all about God, alright."

Wrapping an arm around Jude, he pulled him inside.

"You look...different, than I'd pictured you. Hotter. That nubile, money-crazed ass of yours still hungry for some loving?" He winked charmingly. "I can show you the Batcave, if you like--and later on, we can look at each other's Batcaves.

"Oh, uhm, I-I...what?" Jude asked, wiggling out of his arms. He straightened out his pamphlets. "I-I don't think you understand what I'm here for?"

He cleared his throat. Great, the second he got into a house it was with a crazy. He laughed a bit; yeah, right. It was probably just some harmless old man. Too old to know what he was even saying, anymore. Yeah, that was it.

"I'm here to tell you about my religion," he began again. "I'm a Mormon. I'm here to talk to you about my church."

He laughed.

"That's nice--do you want to start with oral?" He led Jude to a specious living room; sitting down in an armchair, he patted his lap. "Come sit in your sugar daddy's lap, I can't wait to try you out." He winked, chuckling fondly.

"How long did it take you to get here?"

Jude gasped in horror. He had made a horrible mistake. But, surely, this man was just confused.

"P-please, mister!" he said, feeling his cheeks grow slightly red. "I don't think I'm who you think I am; I assure you that our church doesn't discriminate against age, sex or orientation, but...I'm straight!"

He smiled shakily. "Uhm, please, take a pamphlet, it was has more information!"

Though his hands were shaking, he pulled a piece of paper from his stack and handed it to Cassius.

Cassius frowned, looking suddenly very put off. "...You seem nervous," he said, standing up again. "Are you okay? Did I say something wrong?"

He held is arms open, ready for a hug. "Come here. I swear I didn't mean anything--you just seemed feistier before, was all.

"Please like me. That's why I tried this whole internet thing." He scratched his head and glanced downward. He had expected their first meeting to be far less awkward.

Though he had no idea what was going on, Jude felt a guilty pang in his chest. This poor old man just wanted friends. That was something he could do, it would be fine.

"I-I'll be your friend!" he replied, nodding. "It's okay! Just...let me tell you about my religion and the Lord and all that good stuff, and then we can talk about whatever you want, okay?"

Cassius nodded eagerly. This was something he could work with. He pulled the young man into a hug, nuzzling him.

"Great! You can sit on my lap and tell me all about it!"

He sat back down and patted his lap again, waggling his eyebrows.

"N-no thank you!" he sat down onto a differet chair, instead. "I'd rather just tell you about it from over here!"

He laughed. "Okay, so, I've never done this before so...uhm. I'm a Mormon, like I said, and I just want to tell you about my religion...at our church, we believe in certain things." Because the author is a lazy asshole, I'm going to pretend he knows what he's talking about and not write his dialogue.

Cassius watched him, hardly taking in a word he said. Once his explanations ebbed into silence, he batted his eyelashes flirtatiously.

"How interesting. Are you a virgin? Do you want to take it slow now that we've met? Do you want to see the bedroom first, or the Batcave? What kind of food do you like?"

He leaned closer, so he was almost no longer sitting.

"Wh-what?" he asked. Had he not been listening to a word he said? Well, that seemed right, he guessed. "I'm sorry you aren't interested in learning about my religion."

Jude stood up. "Well, that's all I can tell you. I'll see you later."

He smiled sadly.

"No, no, stay!" he exclaimed, reaching for his hand. "I'll make it worth your while--I'll buy you anything!

"Do you like dinner? Go out with me tonight." His eyes were wide and pleading, like a puppy's. "Please. I really like you."

He cleared his throat. "My name is Cassius, by the way, Cassius Grimmley. I'm loaded. But you can call me Bruce Wayne." He winked cheesily.

"Oh. I'm Jude Hawley, by the way," he said. "In case I forgot to mention it. Oh, but...I'm afraid I'm busy, there's no way I can have dinner with you, I'm sorry."

He smiled awkwardly. He just didn't want to have dinner with this man. He was actually kind of weirding him out.

"I'll, uh, see you again, some other time?" He offered, trying to leave the room to find the entrance. Except, he wasn't really sure where that was.

"No, I want to spend time with you now," he pleaded, frowning. "At least trade phone numbers? I really like you."

He reached into his pocket and held out his cellphone. "Here. Enter your name and number, okay? So I can find you.

"Then we can go on a real date." He smiled, blushing slightly. "It's been a while since I've had any action, so I'm excited."

"I'm sorry, I'm not allowed to give out my phone number!" He replied, holding up his hands. "Sorry! I, uhm, I really need to get going! And I'm not gay! I'm a Mormon!"

He laughed nervously, trying to find the door again.

His smile completely faded, and he slumped over.

"...Oh. Sorry. I guess you lied, then." He sighed deeply and ran his hands through his hair.

"It's...it's okay. This always happens. You can just go, okay? I'll just sit here and never find love or companionship. No one likes me."

Jude couldn't believe he was actually feeling guilty over this. How was that even possible?

"N-no, wait..." he said, unsure of what he was even saying at this point. He just felt bad, and he didn't want to feel too guilty about this. "I'll...I'll go to dinner with you, tonight!"

Cassius beamed, his face instantly brightening. "You mean it?!" he exclaimed eagerly. "Oh, this is great--I'll have Alfred make reservations someplace nice and we can put on fancy clothes and go there together and eat things with lots of fancy french names we don't understand and play footsie under the table and get buzzed off of imported wine!"

He chuckled, hugging Jude again. "Yes! I'm so happy, Jude--I can't wait! What am I going to do for the next few hours? I'm so excited!"

He dragged Jude onto the chair with him, so he was finally on his lap.

"So. Do you want to help me pass the time, or...?" He grinned, winking. "You were never shy about that online."

Jude screeched, clawing his way out of the chair and onto his feet.

"D-don't! I mean, I just...I don't like being touched, is all!" He fibbed, his face a rather humorous shade of red. "And I've never met anyone online, letalone you! I don't think you have the right guy, but I'll go to dinner with you if you want me to, still!"

He took a deep breath, calming himself down. "Also, I don't drink..."

"Are you sure you wouldn't try just a sip?" he asked hopefully. "You can sit on my lap and try some of my wine, so you don't have to get drunk at all.

"And even if you weren't the right guy, I'd still like you--you're really hot. I want to date you and do naughty things afterward, if you get my meaning." He winked.

"Do you still want to see the Batcave, by the way? It's my pride and joy."

"B-but I'm not attractive!" he replied, confused. "I mean, these scars...but that's besides the point! I can't have alcohol, it's against my religion!"

He smiled awkwardly. "Uhm, what is your...batcave? I don't know what you mean."

Jude straightened out his flyers. He really should be going...

"Have you ever read or seen anything with Batman? It's his lair. I have one." He smiled proudly. "I can show you it, if you'd like.

"And okay, I get it. As long as random gay sex isn't against your religion." He laughed loudly.

"It's so nice to meet a fellow gay guy, you know. Are you a virgin? You're so cute, I don't think you could be. Just look at those sexy scars!"