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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Titans_(Animated_Series)
  Relationship:
      Sladin_-_Relationship, Dick_Grayson_&_Slade_Wilson, Robin/Slade_Wilson,
      Dick_Grayson/Slade_Wilson
  Character:
      Slade_Wilson, Slade, Robin_(DCU), Dick_Grayson
  Additional Tags:
      Underage_Sex, Rape/Non-con_Elements, Threats_of_Rape/Non-Con, Death
      Threats, Sexual_Coercion, Pedophilia
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-06-23 Updated: 2017-12-26 Chapters: 13/? Words: 27000
****** Sladin ******
by Yeahyouwish
Summary
     These are a lot of really terrible underage coercion and rape one-
     shots with no other plot than keeping with the Teen Titans apprentice
     arc that everyone loves to write. Notes in the beginning of every
     chapter will give the chapter summary. Every chapter has its own list
     of tags. There might be some pretty squick-worthy stuff on here. I
     won’t pretend that Dick Grayson is over 18 either, so if this sick
     stuff ain’t your cup of tea I’d love it if you looked elsewhere. Most
     of them are smut, but there are a few that aren’t.
***** Force *****
Chapter Summary
     Total and complete rape of a minor- you have been warned. Slade gives
     Robin the choice of remembering their encounter or taking a date rape
     drug to muddle his memory of it. Either way he’s being claimed
     tonight.
     Notable tags: rape, power play, underage, drugs, roofie, begging,
     filming, forced orgasm
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Slade had never put on any pretence of disinterest in Robin. It was one of the
things that made him most stick to the stomach. Even thought Slade could
control his whims perfectly, he had the intention to give into lust, and Robin
had been tensed every second during every battle. Double, since he’d been with
Slade for weeks now and Slade was increasingly touchy. A finger tracing Robin’s
cheek, a hand on his shoulder, a sensual tone whispered in his ear, a well-
placed hand between Robin’s legs, resting on his thigh, pushing down as Slade
pinned him somewhere during a fight… Robin would have to be idiotic to miss
these clues, and he wasn’t.
But he was surprised when Slade decided to voice this over dinner, or rather,
at the finish of it. It was a nice dinner, and Slade had a butler, like some
dark version of Bruce in a twisted future. He was sent away after retrieving
wine, which Robin had no plan to drink, naturally. He’d never drank before, but
Slade poured him a glass and offered it.
“I don’t drink.” Robin said moodily. He was already angry from the way Slade
had pinned him today, rubbing himself gently on Robin before letting him go.
Robin had retreated to the opposite side of the room before Slade called it
quits and took him down to dinner.
“You will drink this.” Slade demanded. “But first, I need you to make a
choice.” Robin took the glass and set it down in front of himself, already
plotting ways he could get out of getting drunk with Slade here, waiting to
take advantage of the situation. He had no idea what his tolerance was. “The
red pill or the blue, so to speak.” Slade added.
“What do you mean?”
“Please, Robin, don’t play coy. You must have realized I wouldn’t wait for your
body much longer.” Robin’s eyes went wide and his body tensed just as he often
had while fighting, or standing near Slade. He went to stand, but Slade chose
this moment to put his hand on the table, and the button was already extended
to his finger. “Sit down.” Robin obeyed. “The real question is, Robin, if you
want to be awake for the entirety.”
Robin felt like his muscles couldn’t tighten any further. He was ready to run
at the slightest motion of Slade towards him, but something was keeping him
anchored. No. Not something… the button on Slade’s wrist was to blame. He
wasn’t sure what Slade would do if he disobeyed this particular command.
Slade picked up the wine and poured a second helping, then set the glass down.
In dropped two small white tablets. “It’s your choice to drink it or not, but I
must warn you, I have no tolerance for a struggle. If you wish to fight, there
will be… a death in the family.”
Robin couldn’t remember the last time he was this angry- even fighting Slade.
But something else was clawing it’s way to the top. Slade wasn’t one for empty
threats. His finger was on the button now, and it was going to be given over or
put away. “I’ll wait.” Slade said, but Robin was already coming swiftly to a
conclusion. He didn’t think he could take Slade. Slade had always been the
better fighter, and Robin was already tired from sparing earlier and a long,
gruelling workout. The chances of him winning were nil to zero.
He tried to think of a way around it and came up empty. At last the idea of
begging Slade, plan W, surfaced. Robin stood up only to drop to his knees. This
was his only chance. “Master Slade, please…” he said to the floor.
“This I will not wait for. I’ve very little pity if any left in my heart. I’m
taking what I desire. You should count yourself lucky that I feel the need to
give you anything at all in return, including the chance to forget.” Robin’s
hands went down as well, but this time in despair. He closed his eyes, thinking
harder. “Robin, Robin… if anything this display is making me want you more.”
Slade informed him.
With that, Robin stood, the posture of his shoulders and back spelled defeat.
Slade smirked beneath his mask as Robin reached for the glass nearest Slade.
Even if Slade took off his mask and discovered who he was, Robin was sure this
was the only way. He couldn’t keep himself from fighting without this, and his
friends would die… He drained it in three gulps, never letting it dip down, and
then set the glass down all too gently. Immediately his vision began to blur
and he relaxed, almost collapsing.
“There there my little bird…” Slade said, reflexes kicking in and forcing him
to stand just in time to catch Robin and drag him up by the belt. The pet name
was sickening, but Slade was in control now. Robin could hardly even think, let
alone fight, and his consciousness was quickly collapsing in on itself. He
didn’t remember most of the trip to the next room, Slade carrying him like he
weighed nothing more than a feather.
He wavered in and out as Slade hiked him up on the bed, using the belt for
leverage, with ease. The boy’s arms and legs dragged agains the sheets with a
soft rustle. Robin was nearly unconscious now, but it mattered very little to
Slade. He was going to enjoy stealing this last bit of power from his
apprentice, especially since he had always been particularly pleased with the
bodies of teens. Robin would be his both in mind and in body now.
Besides, there was something Slade hadn’t told Robin, and that was that this
particular drug worked also as an aphrodisiac. It was true that Robin wouldn’t
remember much, if anything at all, but in the meantime his body would be highly
responsive.
Nothing would be more satisfying than putting his hands all over his property,
but first Slade had to remove his gloves. After this, practically purring,
Slade slipped one hand under the armour the boy was wearing piece by piece and
took it off, followed by one hand up the shirt, caressing his apprentice’s
stomach. He removed his own mask, eager to taste Robin’s flesh, and claim him
with his teeth. Immediately he set about the second task, marring Robin’s
beautiful young neck with bite marks. Then, without removing his shirt, he
forced his hand into Robin’s pants and squeezed him. He was young… even without
the drug, Slade was sure he could have worked Robin’s body into a frenzy. But
this was much better. The drug hadn’t quite taken full affect and Robin wasn’t
yet hard or wanting, but pressure of Slade’s hand forced from him a wanton moan
that prickled the back of Slade’s neck. He could get used to this.
Then he removed the rest of Robin’s clothing, slowly, tortuously, making it
last for himself. Before removing the tight underwear he alighted on an idea.
He disappeared, Robin unaware, for a few moments, just to procure a camera.
With it he snapped some photos of Robin in his debauched state, then he tugged
his underwear down and took a few more with him half-exposed. This would be an
excellent trophy, and Slade grew harder still to think of Robin’s reaction if
he used these as punishment. Remember how I own you, Robin? Remember how much
power I have? Remember I could sell these to the highest bidder at my fancy?
He took a minute or two to study, his own arousal torturing him with fantasies.
Then, something about Robin’s soft cock drove Slade forward. He wanted to
harden Robin himself, teasing with his tongue. He sucked the whole of it into
his mouth without preamble and listened to the sounds Robin was making deep in
the back of his throat. Slade made a good deal of noise himself, his own dick
throbbing as he made the blow job as wet and lewd as he could muster. When
Robin was dripping with spit and rock hard, he let go.
Standing from the bed, Slade came around to the side. He contemplated taking
off the mask, but Robin’s face looked cute in it, and he could always remove it
afterwards. His eyes were shut now, but Slade knew he wasn’t quite gone. He put
one hand on the boy’s jaw to gently force it open and was met, of course, with
compliance. Slade manoeuvred himself so he was between Robin’s lips and pushed
himself in. A slight choke, but he was too relaxed and pliant to fight or even
to gag much. He seemed not to have a strong reflex in any case, and that was
wonderful, because Slade was going deeper with each thrust. Lack of breath
alone had Robin’s arms flailing uselessly, sedated, and tears forming at his
eyes. Slade moaned with pleasure, enjoying the look of him helpless and
tearful, even if the tears weren’t for what Slade wanted. He would break him,
in time. Only to build him back up, of course, stronger and more fearsome than
ever. And this was a part of the breaking. Soon Robin would come to see this as
a kind of reward, brought to him only when he was most pleasing to his master.
Slade had to admit he might be pleasing for a good long while before Slade
started to give him a little less. He really was attractive.
Just as Slade was sure he would come, he pulled out, the action making an
audible, moist popping noise that threatened to send him over the edge. He
breathed deep for a few minutes, controlling his orgasm. Then he spread Robin’s
legs. Naturally, he wanted more pictures of this position.
He took the camera and took a few shots of Robin with his legs spread and his
mouth slick with spit and pre-come. Putting the camera to the side, Slade moved
onto the bed and straddled his apprentice. The drug was certainly working now.
Robin was thick and heavy against his own stomach, his neglected cock leaking
on its own. Slade ran teasing fingers over the length of it and watched Robin
jump, his breath hitching. He gave the boy an unseen, triumphant smile, then
retrieved lubricant from the metal cabinet next to his bed and went about
preparing his mark.
Slade considered just taking Robin just like this, bloody and fierce, but
breaking could be done later. Tonight wasn’t the night for training. Owning
Robin should be an act of forcing his body to bear the mark of ownership.
Robin’s pleasure was paramount to his success. He would have wrung an organism
from him even if he had been resistant and refused to… take his medicine.
Slowly Slade dug finger after finger inside, finding that special place and
caressing it until Robin was thrashing and moaning. The drug made him highly
suggestible, and Slade couldn’t resist the power. “Beg me.”
“Please, please, please…”
“Call me Master.”
“Master, please…”
Video? Yes of course. Robin might of thought that Slade wanted to spare him
some emotional injury from the memory of tonight, but Slade planned to document
everything in stunning detail. Of course he would have done much, much worse if
Robin hadn’t complied- possibly kept him in limbo until he could do nothing but
beg for release, days if he needed to. He might have sent the tortuous evidence
of his rape to the Titans as well. Robin had in a way made things easier for
himself, but that didn’t mean he’d be capable of forgetting tonight. Slade
would remind him as frequently as he needed. The camera was on again, filming
now. He kept his hand steady while recording. He didn’t need an amateur filming
of himself loosing patience and coming undone for the body of a mere boy. This
needed to look like nothing but skilled sexual torture. He could always
threaten to send it out as long as the recording was clear. Leaving the mask on
for now had been an excellent idea. Even if it wasn’t Slade’s design, he was
sure the Batman and the Teen Titans would recognise their former ally better
with it rather than without it.
He set the camera down only when he was sure that Robin was fully prepared. He
was now letting out gentle moans and near-squeals of pleasure at Slade’s
persistent tantalisation. Slade never went to far and let him climax. He was
always on the verge, rocking his hips as much as he could in his own weak
state.
“Sing for me, Little Bird.” Slade said, and he pushed in ever so gently,
slowly, fighting to keep his cool, even with the camera off. He needed Robin to
come, and he wanted him to do it with Slade inside, and preferably before he
came. He bottomed out after a while, Robin whining quietly. “I said, sing.” He
pulled out and pushed back in, and Robin cried out. “Lovely.” Slade grunted. He
began to fuck Robin in ernest. Robin’s tight hole was perfect, and Slade would
occasionally feel a contraction, spasming from Robin’s used body. Pouring the
lubricant unceremoniously on Robin’s cock, he began to pump him in time to the
thrusts.
Robin looked exquisite. He thrashed and moaned in pleasure, sometimes screaming
as Slade’s hand jerked him off. When he was getting close, Slade ordered him to
cum, but his mind was too far gone to even hear it. It didn’t matter. No force
could of prevented his orgasm. It cut though him intensely as he screamed and
screamed. Slade continued milking him as he tried to fight, the feeling too
powerful, too much. When Slade came inside, he thrust in as far as he could go,
making sure his semen wouldn’t dribble out too quickly. Then he pulled out,
spanked Robin’s ass, and finally, let his legs fall closed. He leaned down to
bite Robin’s thigh and mark him. Robin screamed in pain this time. Slade
moaned. “You make a pretty picture, Little Bird. Smile nicely for the camera,
now.”
 
Robin woke slowly, groggy from the drug. His first thought was scarecrow. The
feeling was similar. Then the Joker- he sometimes used drugs. Then he felt a
stirring of something like lust and thought of Ivy- the possibilities were
endless it seemed. Then he opened his eyes. He remembered instantly that he was
captured by Slade for the last few weeks. Memories of home- he thought he’d be
sick. Then he moved and was sure he’d be sick.
In a rush he recalled everything Slade had talked about the night before. He
hadn’t bothered to clean up. Between his legs and on his stomach was the dry
crust of the violation. He could feel his ass was still slicked up with lube
and when he moved again his eyes caught the dribble of white- he pitched over
the side of the bed and threw up, then sobbed for a few seconds. He felt his
face. His mask was still on.
“Don’t worry, Robin.”
He jumped.
“Your secrets are safe. I wish to claim this part of you through your own
volition. Ownership is tangible, but trust must be earned… by both parties.”
“I’ll never trust you! How could I after everything you’ve done!? You’re sick!”
“Don’t overexert yourself. Clean up. And I mean everything. The shower is for
your use. When you’ve finished, join me in the throne room.”
Robin closed his eyes, still leaning over the bed. He tried to fight the second
wave of nausea.
“Robin.” That voice was dangerous.
“I heard you.”
“Then respond accordingly, or you’ll find I’m not so gentle this time.”
“Was this gentle?” Robin snapped.
“Would you like to see the video I’ve uploaded to the main frame? I can prove
to you just how gentle I can be, before I prove how cruel I can be as well.”
Robin turned shocked eyes on Slade this time. But he couldn’t speak. Was it a
threat or had Slade really taken video?
“An appropriate response?”
“N-no Master Slade.”
“And to my initial order, as well, Robin. Don’t hold back.”
“… Yes… Master.”
“Much better, Robin.” Slade left, the echo of heavy boots in his wake, then
silence. A silence that promised his return, should his orders not be followed.
There was nothing to be done, especially now. He was trapped.
Chapter End Notes
     Even if you need to log off and protect you identity please review. I
     eat reviews.
     Find_me_on_Tumblr!
***** Self Care *****
Chapter Summary
     Dick Grayson gives himself a little self-suck while Slade watches
     from a hidden camera. This one is set just before the apprentice
     series.
     Tags: Voyeur, hidden camera, underage, pedophillia, watching
Chapter Notes
     There are currently two separate drabble series on my computer.
     Everything written so far has been following either this chapter or
     chapter one (Force). So in the beginning of each chapter I will try
     to note which one each is following in case you care about character
     development. Still, I decided to keep them all together because they
     are all still underage one-shots with lots of Slade/Grayson sex.
     Tags for this chapter: Voyeur, hidden camera, underage, pedophillia,
     watching
     Find_me_on_Tumblr!
Robin was exhausted.
He’d spent most of the day pouring over his files, looking for traces of Slade
in his records, and hovering over the communication line to Batman, unsure if
should or even if he could reach out. Surely Bruce would help him, but… he
wasn’t sure he wanted help. What would ultimately win- true justice, or his own
ego, he didn’t know. But he wasn’t ready to talk to Bruce.
A hot shower did him no good at all. He just wanted to calm down. He’d worked
out, which usually helped, but today he was too fired up. Despite his body’s
weariness, he felt more than ever that his restless mind wouldn’t allow any
sleep tonight. He resolved to lay down, where he tossed and turned for a while.
Slade had had an interesting and facilitating day, on the other hand. He’d
spent very little time working. His new cameras were up and he couldn’t wait to
test the system. It was- ah, technically- work. Work that had to be done, and
could have been done as he was multi-tasking. Working on a different project…
However, studying Robin’s behaviour was also technically, a different project.
He’d set about testing each camera, starting with Robin’s room. He wasn’t
there, so Slade activated each camera separately, waiting to see if he would
trigger any alarms. He’d done well, though. It hadn’t been easy, after all.
It was simple to kidnap the child’s parents and send him to the Titans for
help, of course. Less simple to guide him to place each camera as he dodged his
babysitter, which, idiotically, had been Beast Boy. He was entertaining for a
child, Slade was sure, because of his stupidity, but he was sure to be
irresponsible. It had worked in Slade’s favour. The idiot spent the better half
of the day thinking a worried kid would be playing hide and seek with him, and
when the work was done, Slade had given the order for the mercenary he’d hired
(yes, it had come to this, mercenaries hiring mercenaries…) to make himself
known and allow capture. He had to make an appearance later to threaten the
random kid who’d done the dirty work, and as he checked the camera system, the
mercenary, Blake, had been busted out of holding by some dirty police, and
everyone was getting a big payday. Lucky them.
And lucky me. Slade thought as he finally found his boy wonder. He was sitting
in the archives pouring over- why, him, of course. Slade gave a cold chuckle.
He’d made him curious, to be sure. Slade began to activate the other cameras,
though he didn’t risk testing the sound, yet. It might make a feedback noise in
the room due to the sonic sensors Cyborg had placed. The security system was
quite good, he had to admit. It was surely quiet in the room Robin was studying
in, and there was all the time in the world, so it wasn’t worth the risk.
Later he watched Robin move into the entertainment room to scrounge for food in
the kitchen, and greet his fellow Titans for the first time that day. It was
nearly seven at night, Slade noticed. Robin clearly worked through hunger.
Beast Boy and Cyborg were playing a video game. It seemed they had invited
Robin, but he declined. Raven, who was reading, said something, Starfire
continued the conversation, flying into view. Robin shook his head and took his
sandwich into the archives. Starfire seemed let down by this. Pity.
 
At around ten, Starfire and Beast Boy were already ready to retire, but Robin
chose this time to do a work-out. Slade’s eyes roamed over Robin’s form as he
pumped iron and worked through a gymnastics obstacle course. Hm. He’d forgotten
what he was doing, and after about thirty minutes, he remembered and activated
the cameras in the elevator and corridors.
Then Robin finally went to his room. On the left there was a bathroom door. Ah,
of course, he hadn’t put anything in the bathroom, he remembered. How foolish,
for this was the place Robin was most likely to reveal his identity. Surely he
wouldn’t wear the mask in the shower? A terrible oversight on his part, Slade
had to admit.
But Robin made his own oversight when he left open the bathroom door. Slade
could see him undressing, but the angle of the camera hid his chest and face
from view. Slade nearly moaned, realising his slight erection for the first
time. He was a fan of voyeur, personally, and the view was quite good. His
heart skipped and his arousal grew as he realized Robin had no idea he was
being watched. This private show was all Slade’s. He stared as Robin slicked
his body with soap, washing his penis well, and sliding his hand between the
crack of his beautiful cheeks. Slade had never seen the equal of that ass.
Surprising, since he wasn’t even fully developed yet.
He wasn’t shocked when Robin began to shave everything in reach. Those tights
were clearly snug, and Robin was well known as a gymnast of sorts. Damn the
camera. His face was obscured by his legs as he bent double, flexible enough to
reach any corner of his body he pleased with the simplest movements. Slade
considered loosening his pants for better enjoyment. But then it was finished.
Robin grabbed a towel and dried off. The first thing he replaced before he left
the bathroom was the mask, a new one, and he went to the closet and laid out a
new uniform on his table. There had to be over a dozen in the closet. Well, he
was a full-time superhero.
Oh, he’d forgotten the cameras, and no wonder, too. He could see Robin’s bare
chest now. Nevertheless, Slade activated the remaining three as Robin was
prepping for the next day. He never dressed, and Slade hardly took his eyes off
of him. Finally, just as he was about to lay down, Robin slid on some superman
shorts, ruining both the image and the effect. Slade was naturally disappointed
by this, but he simply put all the cameras into sleep mode, except the five
bedrooms, conserving power on the battery lives. For good measure he
deactivated Starfire’s and Beast Boy’s. They were already sleeping- in strange
positions, Slade thought. Raven was meditating, but she might move later.
Cyborg was going through some files on the computer and Slade’s camera was
catching a lot of interesting, more work-related things, there.
Slade opened a file on his computer and began to type. After a few minutes he
saw a flicker. Raven had shut off the tiny light in her room and was laying
down. She had removed her cape, but Slade had no interest in her. He powered
her camera down. Then something else caught his eye.
After more than thirty minutes, Robin turned over and gave up on sleep.
Instead, he decided to try and get off and see where that took him. Kicking his
covers off, he turned his attention to fantasy and stroked himself a few times.
Eh, pretty good, so he continued, opening the drawer where his clothes for the
next day lay and grabbing his lubricant. He deposited his underwear on the
floor.
Slade stared. Robin was going to masturbate? Hm. Perhaps he would loosen his
pants a bit, after all. Slade took off his armour from the bottom half of his
uniform.
Robin used a squirt of lubricant on one hand and put the bottle down on the
side table. He covered both palms, warming it up and coating his fingers, and
to Slade’s surprise, he scooted down on the bed and entered plow pose, as if
doing yoga. Surely he wasn’t going to use his own mouth? But Slade’s hand more
furiously found it’s way to his cock at this thought. Robin began to play with
his hole, dipping his fingers in as if testing water. Then his little pink
tongue reached out and he licked the tip of his own cock. Slade and Robin both
moaned, though neither could hear the other.
Robin had alway loved giving himself over to this kind of pleasure. Flexible by
occupation and nature, it was such a gift. He latched his lips onto the tip,
tongue playing gently with the slit, and sucked. In the meantime his right hand
was pushing a second finger into his loosening crack. The combination was
wonderful, but he wanted more. Robin relaxed into the pose and sucked harder,
taking more than half his length into his mouth. He stayed there for a while,
running his tongue in circles around his cock.
Slade was hard and beating his dick sensually at this show. He swore to himself
that he would have Robin do this for him sometime while he played with the
boy’s ass himself. Robin’s fingers weren’t long enough to reach, he was sure.
But he seemed to be enjoying just playing with the sensation of something
there. Not to mention the fact that he was sucking his cock deeper into his
mouth with every movement.
Soon Robin was swallowing his entire length, bent double. Surely testing the
sound system was necessary? Slade tried to convince himself that this was his
reason as he used one hand (the other was occupied) to switch on the sound
system. Just for Robin’s room. It had been the first camera he set up, that was
all. No ulterior motive.
It didn’t disappoint. Robin was making high noises of pleasure in the back of
his throat as he rocked back and forth. Slade let out a few moans as well.
Then Robin was changing positions. He rolled onto his shoulders and let his
legs rest over the top of his head- incredible flexibility- looking entirely
relaxed. In fact, if his keening was any indication, he was out of his mind
with pleasure. “Yes, Robin…” Slade growled, close to cumming. As if in answer,
Robin’s needful groans increased. He nearly screamed when he let go and licked
all up and down the sides of his own member. “Yes… yes….” Robin suckled the
tip, let go, and played with the slit, clearly giving himself the full
experience. Slade thrust once more into his hand and was coming, throwing his
head back and listening to the loud moans of his Robin.
His orgasm was so intense that when he had finished he relaxed in his chair,
still listening, until he was able to look back at the screen. Robin had
stamina. Young, inexperienced, but not at all quick. But he was approaching the
end quickly. His breathing and his noises were becoming erratic and his hips
were bucking as best as they could in this position.
Robin felt himself getting close, too. His pleasure was almost too much, too
good, and he used his tongue to coax it out, swirling it around the tip, then
sucking alternately on the hard shaft between his lips and his legs. His mind
was cleansed of any logical thought and suddenly he was spurting into his
mouth, tasting himself. Slade watched him intently as he reached climax, his
voice high and wild. He hoped that Robin would swallow his own thick seed, but
it was almost as sensual when Robin let it dribble out of his mouth and onto
his cock and stomach, breathing through his mouth for a while. The boy wonder
moaned once again, then let his legs fall gently back down to the bed. He lay
there enjoying the sensational high his self-pleasure had caused him.
Slade sat there thinking for some time as Robin rested. He really should have
recorded it. Too bad. It would be excellent blackmail, and also passable
entertainment should Slade need a little…stimulation.
Then he watched Robin stand and get a towel from the bathroom. Nonchalantly, as
one does when one thinks they are alone, he cleaned himself off with a little
water on the towel and slipped his shorts back on. Then he lay down and slept
immediately.
Slade was awake for still some time after that.
***** Birdbath *****
Chapter Summary
     Established relationship: Well, it’s not the first time, anyway.
     Follows the chapter “Force,” but you don’t need to read that one to
     make sense of this. Slade slightly coerces/forces Robin into trying
     something new… something that he’s always loved. Watersports. Hey, in
     my defence, it’s not any sicker than underage…
     Tags: watersports, peeing, pissing, underage, piss drinking,
     pedophilia, coercion, threats, mentions of previous torture, Slade
     has been torturing Robin yes, domination, subjugation, nicknames
Chapter Notes
     Seriously if you don't like pissing don't read this chapter...
     Find_me_on_Tumblr!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
After the initial rape, Robin had spent more days in each subsequent week in
Slade’s bed. Starting with one, working up to seven, until now, he could hardly
remember what it was like to sleep without a possessive arm draped over his
body. He hadn’t had the chance to become numb to this, though, because Slade
had an incorrigible appetite for sadism of almost every kind. He loved to mark
Robin, and frequently during the days he would caress those spots where Robin
had a wound from a previous night, as if to remind him who owned his body.
That night when Robin entered the chamber, fresh from a theft, he handed over
the artefact he’d been sent to steal, and Slade took it dispassionately. He
placed it on the countertop and said “Get on the bed and take off your uniform.
Let me take care of your arousal.” Robin never bothered to beg or to struggle
anymore at the start, because these displays got Slade hard as a rock. Fighting
was even worse. Slade came out with a stiff arousal and a need to punish his
apprentice.
Even less was his need to ask how Slade knew he was hard. He had been clear
from the beginning about monitoring Robin’s vital signs. So Robin did as he was
told.
“Spread your legs and put your arms above your head.” Again, Robin obeyed. He
wondered vaguely if Slade would use the chains tonight. They bit into his
wrists and left him sore for days. To date this was as far as he could go
without fighting. He didn’t want to, but he simply couldn’t be complacent.
Whenever Slade got going, he’d panic and start to fight. The worst was the
climax. No matter how hard he fought it, Slade always made sure he came hard
and fast and powerful, usually several times. Then he would praise Robin and
tell him what a good Little Bird he was.
He was surprised when Slade took off his mask and slid a bit of red silk
through his hands, now ungloved. The mask had been coming off more lately, and
Slade seemed uninterested in the fact that Robin had seen his face multiple
times. He did it so he could use his mouth, of course. He'd been down on Robin
more than once, but he was a fan of kissing, too. He often tongued Robin's neck
and lips until he was breathless and couldn't think at all. But the silk was
completely new.
“Going to fight tonight, Robin? Or beg?” He always asked this. Robin never
answered, but Slade never needed one. He liked to be surprised. Slade put his
legs on both sides of Robin so his member was resting near Robin’s stomach,
still encased in armour. Robin wasn’t sure if the armour was more physically
uncomfortable than than the lack of it was mentally uncomfortable. “You look
surprised at the silk.” He purred, and began to tie Robin to the bedposts.
“You don’t usually use silk.”
“I’m in the mood for something softer tonight.”
That was different.
“And Robin?”
“Yes Master Slade?”
“You’re doing an excellent job.” Slade made a point for praise. Weather it was
because Bruce had never been very open about this or because he knew why Slade
was so fond of him, it made Robin uncomfortable. But it also made him proud,
and this was even worse.
Silk didn’t feel as threatening as nipple clamps or needles, but Robin didn’t
say this. He didn’t say anything at all.
“Tonight we’re going to flip later on. I want to see you in action, too.”
His reward for not fighting?
“Tell me Robin, how do you feel about taking a little birdbath?”
This was an epithet Robin hadn’t heard so much, and he’d heard every bird joke,
and Dick joke, for that matter, on earth, often much more than once. The price
of being named Richard and having Robin as an alternate. “You’re going to
waterboard me?” Robin asked, the pieces coming together. Out of the corner of
his eye he saw a spike in his pulse where Slade was monitoring him.
Slade chuckled cooly. “You are imaginative, but not imaginative enough.” He
slid off of Robin and began to take off his own uniform, but only the bottom.
Robin averted his eyes immediately, He never looked at Slade when he was doing
this. It felt too intimate. He could still hear him, though. “Tell me, Robin,
are you familiar with the term ‘water-sports.’”
No.
No, no.
This was too much- too embarrassing. “Master Slade, please-“
“Please Robin, do beg.” Slade said, resting his elbow on the headrest so he
could lean in close to Robin’s face.
“Master Slade, I can’t- I don’t want to do this!” Robin said as plainly as he
could.
“I don’t recall asking.” Slade replied smoothly, and he learned back up,
removing the last pieces of his uniform. He was half-hard underneath, and he
took himself in hand. “Ah, see? I’m hard just from your voice. And how shall I
punish you? Pelvis… stomach…. face?”
Robin didn’t dare beg now, but he did start to fight at the last word, panic
finally overtaking him. It was no use- silk was strong despite its softness, he
knew, and Slade has done well with the knots. But he couldn’t stop pulling once
he started. “Tut tut, Robin, you’ll further damage those pretty wrists. And I
took special care to protect them tonight.” When these words had no effect,
Slade changed his tactic. He wanted something form Robin tonight, too. “Keep
struggling and I’ll be gaging your mouth and aiming for your tongue.” Robin
stilled immediately. “Better.” He praised. “Now, if you do what I want, I’ll
reward you by keeping this simple. Anything less, and you’ll be drinking me
down. Understood?”
Robin’s eyes shut tight, he nodded.
“Use your words, boy.”
“Yes, Master Slade.”
“Good. I appreciate that this will go against your body’s natural instincts, so
you may have to exercise a great amount of control to fulfil my wishes. Wet the
bed.”
“What?” His voice cracked with the word.
“I hope you’re not wasting my time when you’ve heard what I said.” There was a
threat in his voice, but Robin didn’t know what to do about it. There was no
way he could comply. His mind simply wouldn’t allow it.
“I can’t.” He said.
Immediately, he knew it was the wrong thing to do. Slade clearly had excellent
control, and as soon as Robin refused, a jet of piss sprung from him and
splashed Robin in the face. Sputtering, he tried to breath, the sent of Slade
and of urine in his nostrils. He gagged. “Try.” Came the command.
Coughing, Robin nodded as best as he could. He tried to relax, to let himself
pee, but it was hopeless, and after a full two minutes, he sobbed once. It had
been a while since he actually started to break down into crying. “Please,
Master Slade, I’m trying.”
“I’m being patient, aren’t I? I did say I understood that you might not be able
to do it on your first try.” To demonstrate this, Slade took a few steps back,
more casual than usual. He took a few paces this way and that, but the soft
footfalls of his boots helped Robin to relax. And Slade wasn't watching
anymore.
Another few minutes passed, and finally, concentrating all his efforts on
releasing the tension in his muscle, Robin stared to pee. He was so surprised
that the initial flow immediately halted, but Slade moved down to lick at the
few drops. Then he moved his mask back in place. The sensation of a warm, wet
tongue on his prick was delicious, and Robin had to concentrate again before he
could begin. After a few minutes he managed it, but it was short-lived again.
At last Robin pushed himself to the edge, piss running between his legs from
his soft cock, leaking down into the mattress. He could feel its warmth as it
spread beneath his legs, soaking Slade’s bed. Slade moaned at the sight and
moved in again. This time when he let himself go it was on Robin’s chest,
marking him in yellow. He stopped just before his stream ran out.
“Drink me, just a taste, Robin, and I’ll do you a great favour. I’ll choose one
of your friends and deactivate the probes in their body. What do you say? And
don’t make me count down for it.”
Tears streaming down his face, Robin opened his mouth. Slade would probably
force him anyway. “Good boy,” Slade said, guiding his half-hard cock there. A
trickle of warmth ran down Robin’s throat and he swallowed, Slade moaning like
a whore through the entirety. “Suck.” was the next demand, and Robin hardly
pulled on it for a few minutes before Slade was hard and pumping himself, and
then Robin was swallowing hot thick cum, too.
Never one to let Robin go, Slade worked on him next, a finger inside caressing
his prostrate as his tongue ran circles around Robin’s cock. After a few
minutes, Robin came hard. Slade swallowed before giving the next order. “Piss
down my throat and I promise you another excellent reward.” He swore.
Robin could hardly believe his ears. This he almost had no issue doing this at
all, even if he knew Slade would get a twisted enjoyment from it. “Yes,
Master.” He said.
Slade chuckled again, hardly fooled. “I see you’re eager to put a start to my
subjugation, Robin. Next time I won’t need the offer, then.” He knelt so he
could suck Robin’s softening cock into his mouth. He played with it for a
minutes, then he seemed to realise how impossible it would be for Robin to pee
if he was being teased and, stopped.
His soft cock hanging from Slade’s lips, it once again took Robin a few minutes
to work up the ability. When he let the stream out, Slade drank him in one
gulp, gave him a few licks, and came up. “Excellent work, Robin. You’re really
improving. And you’ve earned yourself a freedom and a request. Within reason,
of course. Now sleep in your mess. I’ll fetch you in the morning. In the
meantime, think about your wish.”
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***** Sparing *****
Chapter Summary
     For IamProtected!
     Prompt: Or maybe teasing/ dubcon? Slade gives a virgin (clueless)
     Dick teasing touches without making it obviously sexual and then Dick
     gets a boner and then he's confused and doesn't know what to do so
     he's just rubbing himself against Slade while they spar and-
     Notes: -and, and- yes, say no more. I got just the thing for you my
     sick friend. You’ve come to the right crazy person with this prompt.
     Plus it was perfect for leading into the rest of the “Self-Care”
     series! Enjoy.
     Tags: underage, pedophilia, feeling-up, rutting, grinding, dry-hump,
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By the time Robin is panting, Slade has been working on his for a good two
hours. They might be sparing, but Slade hasn’t been waisting his opportunities.
The first few days his apprentice has been with him have been spent training
the boy’s body and mind to respond to his Master. They’ve fought three or four
times, Slade always touching, touching, touching, and then Slade began to
initiate their sparing himself. Training.
…and now…
Robin’s mind is dazed and he’s wondering what’s wrong with himself. He’s never
gotten this hard from sparing before, but Slade is being subtle. Each squeeze
of the thigh feels more like he’s pinning down his apprentice, each hand on his
back feels like a guide to do something else with his body, and each time Slade
runs his back flush against Robin’s to correct his posture, it doesn’t appear
to be more contact than what Bruce had given him.
Slade knows just how to touch, though. He’s been watching Robin get himself off
for some time, and he knows which psychological cues turn him on. His
corrections may feel ordinary, but his fingers are tracing Robin’s frame and
groping him when he deems it’s not going to be discovered.
Robin’s reaction begins as subtly as Slade’s technique. When he’s pinned, Robin
rubs slightly- he doesn’t even realise it at first. When Slade moves in front
of him, Robin lingers just slightly on moves that put his cock in more contact
with Slade’s body. His body tries to solve the friction he’s being dealt.
Slade decides next time he pins Robin he isn’t letting him up. It works
splendidly. If Robin never knew before that he was going easy on him, he
certainly knows it now. He struggles, anger overtaking him. But Slade just
pushes his leg in slyly. A thrust, still fighting Slade off, a grind, trying to
complete himself… a moan… Then Robin is rubbing himself against Slade’s leg
frantically.
Robin first truly realises his own actions when he’s so far he’s about to cum.
How did this happen? “What is it, Little Bird?” Slade asks smoothly, even as he
cops a feel at Robin’s cock when the boy comes in for a rub.
“I- Slade-”
Robin leans forward into the touch but Slade pulls away. He wants to see Robin
give him some of the animalistic friction he’s seen him get off on. And, after
all, he is trying to make this subtle. Robin leans against the soft fabric at
Slade’s legs, just where the armour has been removed, and moans. Slade
chuckles. Of course he removed the armour there, or Robin wouldn’t be
comfortable grinding his dick against his Master, now would he?
“What- what did you do to me?”
“I have done nothing, Little Bird. But if you wish to stop, feel perfectly free
to do so.”
Robin begins gasping as he grinds there. Slade pushes his leg against him in
time, but it’s Robin doing most of the work here, spasming beautifully as he
rubs himself to climax. Mmmm. Robin ruts and mewls and Slade rewards him with a
little bite at his neck. Robin shivers but it doesn’t stop his progress.
Anything to get his fix, and Slade is now moving so Robin’s cock is pressed
against his own.
Slade grinds back and Robin screams in ecstasy. Slade’s cock is twitching. He’s
been holding back for hours, no, days, possibly months, watching Robin through
the camera lens, and he’s leaking already. Robin is also wetting the fabric
between them as they dry-hump, making a noise like a whore who’s aiming to
please.
Robin cums suddenly, a splatter of semen in his own tight pants, groaning all
the way to the end. Slade wastes no time exposing him. “Well, well, well,
Robin.”
“Please, Slade, no, I don’t know what’s happening-”
“It seems you’ve been playing with your cock is what’s happening, Robin.”
“I didn’t mean- I just got so-”
“Punishment, Robin.” Slade says, and he rolls Robin, weak and blissed-out,
over. His ass looks good but Slade doesn’t want to claim it just yet. Instead
he undoes Robin’s belt and armour, letting it fall unceremoniously to the
floor, and opens his own and Robin’s pants.
“No, please- Slade-” Robin begins fighting, the wave of pleasure washed out in
his panic. The boy thinks he’s gonna fuck him? Hm. Not yet. Instead Slade puts
his cock just between Robin’s cheeks and begins to rut, low guttural sounds
escaping his throat, until he cums hard against the boy, squeezing Robin’s
thighs and cupping his balls in his hands as Robin thrashes uselessly against
him. Slade uses a finger to guide his cum into the convulsing hole before him.
It’s picturesque.
“I think you know I could have punished you must worse than this.” Slade says.
Robin nods, agreeing, but he’s putting two and two together now and realising
Slade loved watching him loose it like this. If he hadn’t, he’d be pumping him
full of cum right now rough and hard. Robin shivers. Why did he like that
image? “Get cleaned up. It’s almost time to eat.”
Robin has a time of pushing what little cum Slade gave him out of his ass. He
tries to piece together what happened, and fails. Why would he suddenly buck
against Slade like that? Why would Slade continue it? This last question Robin
doesn’t want to answer. He shivers and feels dread drop into his stomach. He
can sense this isn’t the last he’ll experience of Slade’s interest in him.
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***** Eat, My Pet *****
Chapter Summary
     For IamProtected aka Chiaki. Prompt: I was wondering if you could
     consider writing... hand feeding? Dick's pretty red lips wrapping
     around Slade's fingers as his tongue wets 'em fingers messily?
     Find_me_on_Tumblr!
Chapter Notes
     Okay, I loved this idea from the beginning because it gives Slade so
     much POWER. But I had to write two parts because I liked it that
     much. The first part is the first time Robin is “trained” to be fed.
     The second part happens significantly after that, when Robin has
     already been “trained.” This one follows Force and Birdbath, and the
     first part right away, but the second one later in time. You don’t
     need to read those chapters to read this one. Here you are,
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     breaking, master/pet, dubcon, noncon, embarrassment, shaming,
     subjugation, domination, blow jobs, choking on cock, cum play,
     humiliation, underage, pedophilia
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Eat, My Pet Part One
“Take it.” Slade orders, holding an olive now in the palm of his hand. It makes
Robin feel like a horse. Slade is on his throne, and after their- Robin
wouldn’t call it a sparing match, but more like a battle- he has Robin sitting
at the foot of it. It’s punishment for his rebellion, Robin knows.
“I’m not hungry.” Robin replies angrily. How can he fail to escape Slade so
many times? Thankfully Slade doesn’t seem interested in punishing this
particular brand of disobedience with anything worse than being subjugated. Who
is he kidding? It’s bad enough for him.
“If you don’t take this,” Slade says, his voice dripping with acid, “You
certainly will be hungry, for many days.”
Robin glares at the floor, then he goes to pick the olive from Slade’s palm. He
doesn’t really like people touching his food, but Slade’s threats are never
empty.
“Ah-ah.” Slade says, moving it out of his reach. Robin glares at him and Slade
returns his hand to it’s previous position. Robin moves his hand again to take
it, but Slade pulls it out of his reach again. “You’re not a very fast learner,
are you, Robin?”
So that’s how it is. “I’ll starve.”
“Yes, you certainly will.”
Two weeks later Robin can hardly stand. He’s been denied food and water before,
but not usually while working out daily and sparing, and certainly not for this
long. His sparing is sloppy, and Slade is chastising him as he kicks the shit
out of him, leaving him bruised and bloody in mere minutes. Often he rapes
Robin as well, when he is too weak to fight Slade, and just lays limp until
Slade has finished them both. After this he usually falls asleep immediately,
and Slade must be carrying him back to his room, because that’s where he wakes
up. The next day the cycle starts all over again, but he’s simply too weak to
defeat Slade. Even on his best days, fully fed and watered, he’s never been
able to take him down. It’s what started all this in the first place.
The last day that Robin is subjected to this torture, Slade ends their session
of sparing and takes Robin into the throne room. He sits on his throne.
“Sit, apprentice.” Slade says, pointing. Robin doesn’t argue. He’s too tired
and he doesn’t want another beating, or worse. As he sits he realises that
Slade has food on the arm of his chair and he feels suddenly hopeful and
desperate at the same time. Slade takes off one glove and places a single olive
on it, offering it to Robin, just as he had two weeks ago. He doesn’t hesitate
this time, but takes it without complaint with his lips. The flavour is so
powerful he nearly sobs, but he manages to stop the sound from escaping. “Good
boy, Robin,” Slade says, “But you’ll have to do better than that if you want to
eat well.”
Robin knows what Slade wants, of course. He wants him to eat messily, licking
his hand and slobbering for what’s given. But the thought of tasting Slade’s
skin is sickening to him. He’s been forced before, though. It can’t be worse
than having his cock shoved down his throat. Slade offers him a square of
cheese between two fingers, and Robin is careful not to touch them as he takes
it. The slit on Slade’s mask narrows.
“If that is all you’re willing to eat, so be it.”
“No, master Slade, please-“
“Silence.” That not the first time Slade has backhanded him, but the sting is
painful, especially as it was done with his gloved hand. “Pets do not speak.”
Robin grits his teeth at the floor, sure now that he’s ruined his chance for a
meal. But he is pleasantly surprised. “I will give you one last chance. Be a
good boy, now.” Lucky.
Robin swallows his pride, knowing he won’t be swallowing anything else if he
doesn’t.
Slade now offers him only dry piece of bread, but Robin is so hungry it doesn’t
matter. As he takes it he sucks both of Slade’s fingers with gusto. His mouth
is dry, but Slade seems pleased by this action. As Robin chokes down his meagre
meal, Slade stands and goes to a table behind him, where different foods are
laying out. Robin’s desire to stand and gobble everything in sight is
overwhelming, but so is his fear of how he will be punished. He can’t take any
more starvation.
Slade returns quickly enough, and now he has a bowel filled with water. He puts
it at his own feet, but when Robin goes in for it he holds up a finger. “Ah-ah.
I didn’t say.” He warns. Robin sits back. “See the lovely bowl I’ve made for
you?”
Of course. He wants Robin to see the trouble Slade went to for him, and feel
the hot sting of embarrassment. The bowl is red, shaped like a dog dish, and
has the yellow word ROBIN decorating the outside. Robin blushes red hot, but he
remembers not to speak. After a few seconds, Slade snaps his fingers and points
at the bowl, where Robin has been careful to keep his eyes, making it clear
that he is looking where his master wants. “Good pet,” he says, and he moves
back to the throne. Robin leans his head down, unsure if this is his cue, but
Slade does nothing but watch him drink. After a full minute, he says, “Stop.
You’ll make yourself sick.” Robin stops obediently, knowing Slade is right and
knowing, too, that Slade has the power. He could take the dish away, but he
doesn’t. He does expect Robin to obey, however.
Slade holds another piece of bread in his hand, this time in his palm, which
Robin takes, licking the crumbs from Slade’s hand. In response to this, Slade
removes the armour plating on his pants before he gives Robin the next piece.
It’s not a good sign, but at least if Robin will be raped, he will also be fed.
Robin is burning with embarrassment, but he has to eat or he will die. Perhaps
it would be better than this, he thinks, but his body rebells against the idea.
He has never been this hungry, this used. He takes piece after piece, and soon
Slade is rewarding him with something richer. He cuts slices of apple for him,
and went Robin takes them he sucks on his fingers. Slade runs one along his
tongue gently, slowly. More cheese cubes follow this action, and now whenever
Robin takes something Slade traces Robin’s mouth with one finger. The feeling
is strangely good for Robin, and he hates that horribly.
When Slade feels Robin has had enough (it’s not when Robin feels he has had
enough) he spreads his legs and pulls the fabric of his suit down just
slightly.
“Now eat this, my pet.” Robin knew that this was coming. It’s not the first
time Slade has demanded it, fresh with the threat of punishment if teeth become
involved. This time is no different. “Do you need a gag, little pet?” Robin
shakes his head and leans all the way forward, taking as much as he can and
sucking it like it’s a chore. Slade says nothing except, “Jerk yourself off.”
At first Robin can’t come. It takes him half an hour to even build himself up.
His body is exhausted. But Slade transfers them to the bed and places three
fingers in Robin’s mouth, petting him from the inside. He slaps Robin’s hands
away lightly and pumps him with the free hand. “Suck them.” He commands, and
Robin does as he is told. He’s eaten, at least, this time. It’s hard not to go
to sleep in his position, fed and watered and laying down comfortably. Slade
finishes both of them off. They fall asleep together this time, without even a
shower. It’s a strange feeling waking up next to Slade.
 
Eat, My Pet: Part Two
 
Robin struggles against the binds, but there isn’t any real force behind the
motion. He knows already that a sure way to get Slade good and mad is to
struggle realistically, and making Slade angry isn’t on the agenda. This pull
is actually for Slade’s amusement- showing his Master that he is restrained.
Working him up before he feeds Robin tends to have a good affect on what is
offered. This is about appeasement. His master is fierce and swift in
punishment and soft and slow in reward. It would be best to obey.
Slade’s imposing form is resting on his throne, legs spread, his uniform on and
the cursed button on his wrist. He doesn’t need to extend it to make the point
anymore. Robin gave his body over to Slade long ago, and there are other
punishments Slade can impose. Robin himself is sitting, naked but for his mask,
at his master’s feet, chains on his wrists, ankles, and around his neck.
They’re heavy, but the links are thin, giving him space to move. They aren’t
tight, but merely fixed to the bottom of the throne for show of ownership. They
don’t serve any real purpose but to be pleasing to the eye, but if Robin did
try to stand, he wouldn’t be able to complete the motion without hunching over.
Robin has come to associate this position with pleasing Slade, to the point
that his body is trained by his mind to respond to it. He’s already getting
hard, and he deplores it as usual. Slade is absolute on one rule: Robin must
cum. Even if Slade hasn’t, it gives him an insatiable high to force this
torture on Robin, and he will never let him go without it. Robin once tried to
stop himself, but Slade went for hours, until he had to give in for the sheer
need. Then Slade played with his spent body for another few hours, just to show
who was in control, until Robin was begging him to stop the sensations. The
sooner he cums, the sooner the game will end, though hardly ever immediately
afterwards.
 
And he must admit, even if only to himself, the game Slade is playing now is
something Robin at least enjoys. It’s the only time he eats well, for one, and
the better he does, the more the reward will be. And while the sexual component
is there, it’s much less than those times Slade has stripped him and had his
way. Robin shivers, but he tries to convince himself he’s only cold.
Behind him there is a table with a banquet laid out, as usual. The first time,
Robin had hardly a sampling, despite his hunger. But since then, Robin has been
able to satisfy Slade more each time, earning himself a wonderful meal, in
time. Robin can smell the incising aromas wafting over, but Slade has opted to
start sweet today. Already on the arm of his chair is a chocolate mouse, a pie,
grapes, and all manner of berries. Starting with this means he’s done well.
Dessert first, a reward for Robin’s excellent behaviour. He’s glad to see his
master is in a good mood because it means the food will be more to Robin’s
liking. He’s prepared to please Slade even more.
This is a game of mutual learning, and mutual reward. This is a game of uneven
power. And this is how the game begins:
“I wonder what I should feed my little pet tonight.” Slade says in a gently
mocking voice, and runs one ungloved finger under Robin’s chin. He knows better
than to respond. Pets don’t talk, as Slade taught him quickly in the first
round. He waits for Slade to choose, and he must show his master how much he
enjoys the food based on his reactions. Of course, Slade knows which foods he
prefers, except those he hasn’t tried yet. Berries haven’t been on the table-
it simply wasn’t the season, Slade informs him. But Robin can’t answer this
remark. He mustn’t speak. He must express.
Slade chooses a single grape first, offering it in his palm like he would give
carrots to a horse. Robin likes berries better but he knows already not to
spurn the gift. His lips touch Slade’s palm lightly as he takes the grape into
his mouth. It’s like a kiss, nothing more. His master gives no reaction yet,
but he’s learned something about Robin, and he loves to learn. He loves to
teach, too.
This time he chooses a blueberry. When it’s offered, Robin makes sure his
tongue laps at Slade’s skin just slightly. He’s getting warmer. Next, Slade
choose a raspberry. Robin looks directly into Slade’s eye as he puts out his
tongue to lick the berry off of Slade’s hand, the tip leaving a wet streak of
spit there. Slade makes a noise of contentment deep in his throat and Robin
knows he will be rewarded. Sure enough, Slade chooses another Raspberry,
holding it between his fingers. Robin’s mouth is warm and wet as he sucks the
fruit off of them, and when he lets go there’s a trail of saliva from his
mouth.
“Excellent, Little Bird.” Slade nearly whispers. He stands and removes the
armour on his suit. Once Robin tried to attack him in this position, but Slade
punished him brutally for it. Another few weeks of starvation and rough sex and
Robin had learned his lesson very well. Not during the game. Slade removes his
shirt next, though his mask remains. He sits on the throne again and spoons a
single scoop of the moose onto his chest. Time to work with the chains.
Robin waits for his signal. “Jumping up” isn’t tolerated. Slade holds his hand
at Robin’s mouth for a second, then his snaps and points to his chest, and
Robin puts both his palms on Slade’s thighs, looks into his eye coyly from
below, and begins to slowly lick the chocolate from Slade’s exposed skin,
lingering on scars. Nipples are good play, but Slade prefers scars.
Slade relaxes. He closes his eye and puts his head back, but he doesn’t lean
back or show any weakness. He lets Robin leave a messy trail on his chest like
this, and when the boy finishes, he returns to his position at his master’s
feet. There’s no praise this time, but he knows Slade is pleased, because he
cuts a piece of the pie and places it on his palm.
“Lick it clean.” he says in a dangerous voice, but Robin hardly needs the
warning. He leans up slightly, chains clinking, on his haunches. His tongue
leaves a messy and unnecessary trail as he slobbers on Slade’s fingers, up his
palm, takes the food… he moistens the skin there, stealing every crumb. Slade
palms himself gently just to alleviate the pressure Robin’s behaviour is
causing. Slade has trained him well.
As soon as Robin has finished, Slade stands and goes to the table. For a minute
he’s fishing around there, taking anything he thinks is necessary. Then he
returns with a plate. For all the lectures about patience from Slade, Robin has
learned he isn’t so patient himself. He pushes everything to the side except
the fruit, letting it fall to the ground with a clatter. Selecting a piece of
glazed duck, he leans forward, offering it to Robin, who takes it, lips
sucking. “Very good, my pet.” Slade praises, giving him more. After a few
pieces, Slade watching Robin’s lips and tongue, he spreads puree of potatoes
over his uniform, right where his dick is pressing against the material.
Robin again waits, and Slade makes a sound both surprised and satisfied in his
throat. He leans back in his chair. “Up.” Robin places his hands on both sides
of Slade’s spread legs. “Get it while it’s hot.” Slade says in a deep voice,
and Robin begins to lap at the material, wetting it more than the potatoes
have. He doesn’t stop when the food is gone. He doesn’t stop when Slade closes
his eyes and relaxes against his throne. He doesn’t stop when the material is
soaked through with precum and spit. He stops when Slade says so.
“Enough.”
As Robin sits back, Slade stands and removes the bottom of the uniform. They
are equal at least in dress now, both of them wearing only their masks. They
are both hard as well. But Slade makes no motion to finish himself. He wants to
make the game last, and Robin is doing so well.
Beautiful cherry-red lips wrapping around his fingers as Robin swallows piece
by piece…. Slade starts to feed him something stronger. More meat- protein and
salt- something which Robin will be swallowing down very soon. Strong cheese,
nuts, bread rolls. He gives Robin a slice of cucumber and lets him lick the
dipping sauce from his fingers and nipples. He follows it up with more berries,
caressing the inside of Robin’s mouth with his fingers, giving him a taste of
his flesh as well. He feels the ridges of the top of his mouth, touches the
springy muscle that is his tongue. He feeds Robin until his hands and chest and
fingers and thighs are dripping with Robin’s saliva, messy, wet, and slick. His
cock is erect and needing, smothered in thick precum and whatever spit has
seeped through his pants as Robin licked him there.
Slade is tired of waiting for Robin’s tongue. He finally spreads mouse
liberally on his hard cock and motions his bird forward. “Clean it.” He
instructs. Robin’s licks start from the balls and carry up to the tip. He
continues this way until the coating is done, then lets his eyes wander up.
Slade is watching, and Robin catches his eye as he slowly takes the cock into
his mouth, sucking as if it’s his first time, almost experimentally. Then
harder. Then sloppier. Soon he is making moist smacking noises as he coats the
member in thick spit, as wet as he can make it. Slade watches his bright lips
moving on his cock- the lips of a mere boy- and praises him through it. When he
cums he drives Robin’s head down until he’s choking.
He opens his throat and lets Slade’s seed wash down it. He swallows a few
times, mostly because he can’t breathe, and Slade chuckles. He can feel the
convulsions of Robin’s throat and he pushes as deep as he can go as Robin
coughs around his skin, struggling. “Take it.” Slade hisses. Slade is getting
so many highs. The pedophilia, the red lips, the corruption of this innocent
child, the choking, the power- He only lets go when he is spent, leaving Robin
gasping for air and coughing. “Lay down.”
 
Slade doesn’t need to specify. He unlocks the chains and Robin goes to the
table, sits, then turns so he can lay on it, still sputtering. “You’ve been so
good, Robin. It’s my turn to eat, and tonight I feel like fowl.” Robin resists
rolling his eyes at the pun, which isn’t as difficult as it could be, because
Slade doesn’t deliver it the least bit campy or ironic. The words sound
dangerous and cruel instead.
Slade takes a cherry glaze from the table and pours it on Robin’s chest without
further ado. Then he dribbles warm caramel on Robin’s erect member. The heat on
his cock is incredible, like massage oil, or a tongue. Slade begins to lick,
starting with the chest and moving down, biting to make Robin yelp and spending
ample time licking sticky caramel off of Robin’s cock until he is muling. Just
when he is about to come, Slade moves back and lets his hands finish the work.
Robin is busy coming down when Slade says “Taste yourself.”
He opens his eyes and sees his seed spread on the top of a muffin like so much
cream or frosting. He knows it will be salty but Slade isn’t joking. Robin
licks his cum off of the offered bread as sensually as he can. Slade shows his
approval by grabbing Robin’s hair with the other hand and forcing his head
back, whispering words of praise and lust into his ear. Then he backs off and
returns to the throne, sitting down. “Eat whatever you like.” He offers. Robin
turns around onto all fours. First he takes a long drink from the bowl of water
with his name on it. Then he eats off of the table like a dog, his mouth into
everything, hands-free. Slade watches him and beats his cock until he cums
again, spurting onto the floor.
“Clean this mess up, Robin.”
Robin obeys, only using his hands to come off of the table. He puts his hands
and feet on the floor and licks the cum off of it, the back of his neck burning
with shame. But he must do this, or Slade might not be so kind as to feed him
tomorrow.
Suddenly there is a rough hand in his hair and Slade pulls him up, forcing him
onto his cock throat-deep. He chokes and tears form in his eyes, and Slade
thrusts down his throat a few times, milking himself of whatever is left. When
he lets Robin go, he sighs in contentment and stands. Robin is coughing
violently on all fours. “Finish your meal. Then clean up and shower. After that
you may retire.”
And with that his Master exists the room, leaving Robin to eat his fill.
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***** Cooperation *****
Chapter Summary
     Slade has to admit he makes an excellent point. He could simply drug
     him and have his way, or worse still, force him. Break him. But his
     second point is the one that hits home more. Of course, he would
     loose the edge of the thing he wants the most. True cooperation.
     There’s so many Sladin fics where Slade takes advantage of young Dick
     and I just want to say that’s totally in line with his character, but
     I’m craving something a little different today~. I want a smart Dick-
     someone who knows how to talk himself out of his situation, and I
     think that, too, is in line with HIS character. Even in the teen
     titans show he’s the one asking the important questions. And I want a
     Slade that responds to logic and emotion based on his needs and
     wants. So here it is- a one shot with no sex and not much more than
     Robin talking Slade down from a hopeful situation. This one doesn’t
     follow any other fics in the collection.
     If one of them is rated M, this would be the one.
     tags: dirty talk, rape mention, slight molesting, sexual dreams,
     erections
Chapter Notes
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It’s nearly two weeks into the apprenticeship by Robin’s count when the obvious
subject is broached. He shivers. 
 
Of course he knew Slade had more interest in him than as an apprentice, or even
a son, the though of which is disgusting to Robin in more than one way. He can
feel it in the way Slade watches him like an interesting specimen, the way
desire drips into his voice when he addresses Robin, and the way he pins Robin
down to a wall, the floor, anything available. Thankfully the protection Slade
is wearing around his groin prevents Robin from feeling Slade’s arousal, but
it’s been all too evident in all his dealings with Slade- part of the reason
he’s taking it so personally. 
 
That, and the dreams. Ever since he’d first faced Slade, he’d had those
disturbing dreams. Something about that voice, something about the power, and
the way Slade’s hands copped a feel whenever possible during combat, was
stirring his imagination. He was feeling more and more frustrated by it as time
went on, but there was nothing he could do to stop himself from dreaming of
Slade prepping him at minimum and taking him hard and fast, forcing gasps and
moans from him. He’s not really interested in dissecting it. He just wants it
to stop. 
 
But now he finds himself in and even more dangerous situation. He has to decide
quickly what to do to keep it from escalating. He has to think of something to
sway Slade’s imagination from following through with his obvious desire. He
consideres the profile. 
 
First of all, Slade is certainly not following any need-based drive. This is
important. If he were, teens or maybe even children would be missing all over
Jump city, and Slade would have already begun touching Robin, probably without
directly broaching the topic. So, it’s not an analysis of needs but of wants.
He thinks about what Bruce has taught him about people, about understanding the
minds of psychopaths, and analyses the desire. What is it Slade specifically
wants from their… arrangement, as he calls it? 
 
Of course. Hopefully this answer is worthy. 
 
Slade is training with him when he starts to get handsy. It’s not uncommon, and
Robin has often wondered with dread what Slade will do to approach him. If he
hadn’t tried to talk about it, maybe Robin couldn’t have found a way past it.
He could have just continued being handsy- but then, that could have led to a
situation that was undesirable for Slade. 
 
Naturally as Slade’s hands begin to wonder, so does Robin’s concentration. He
squirms harder, fearing every time that this is the moment Slade decides not to
let him up- to strip him and have his way- and Slade laughs at him. “My, my,
Robin. You’re so full of energy today.” It’s a teasing voice, but Robin doesn’t
respond. The power dynamic is so strong, and he’s young, and as Slade has
noticed, energetic. He’s getting aroused, and fighting the arousal is important
to him. It could make the difference between rape and sexual freedom.
Unfortunately Slade has already noticed. 
 
“You’re aroused.” He says in what would be a plain voice, if it hadn’t dipped a
few octaves lower in lust. 
 
“Yeah.” Robin says, in what is a plain voice. Then, angrily, frustrated with
himself, he adds “It happens.” 
 
“You’re forgetting something.” 
 
Robin doesn’t want to call him master in this position, but recently Slade has
been strict on that button, and he gives in to it immediately. It’s not worth
the risk- he’s always been this way, and if he has to choose between his own
life and someone else’s the answer is obvious. “Master.” 
 
“Very good, Robin.” Slade praises lightly. He further pins his prey, and Robin
stops struggling. He could hurt himself, and worse still, he’s giving Slade a
show. Maybe even a good feel. Slade’s right hand wanders down to where Robin’s
uniform is tight. Even beyond the protection it’s clear enough, and Slade is
also monitoring his vitals. “Let me help you.” Slade threatens, though Robin is
sure he meant it to sound flirtatious. 
 
“I’d rather not.” Robin growls. 
 
“Hm. I don’t see you have much choice in the matter.” 
 
Robin is thinking, Slade knows, and Slade watches these thoughts surface and
recede and resurface all within the span of a few seconds from Robin’s profile.
Then, to his utter amazement, Robin says “Fine. But it’s not gonna be how you
want it.” 
 
“And how do you know that, Little Bird?” Slade asks. 
 
Robin tries not to show visible disgust at the pet name. 
 
“Because, you want my cooperation. You’re not interested in just- just- taking
me.” He spits the words with disgust. 
 
Slade steps back now, releasing Robin from the wall. He studies him.
“Interesting theory, Robin.” He says in a dangerous voice that proves Robin
right immediately. He never gets this angry unless Robin hits a special nerve-
the truth. “Tell me how exactly you know I would want your cooperation.” 
 
“Because if you didn’t want it, you wouldn’t have bothered with this. Any of
it.” 
 
“Elaborate.” 
 
Robin smiles defiantly. “You could have done it sooner.” 
 
“I have much patience.” 
 
“And easier. You didn’t even need me to be here, necessarily.” 
 
“I have my reasons for keeping you here. They are are many and various. This is
a separate topic, and one that involves you, not I.” 
 
“If that really is so, case closed. I’m not interested. I can take care of it
myself.” 
 
Slade’s eyes narrow, “Oh? Go on, then.” 
 
“I’d prefer if you weren’t watching, since you aren’t interested anyway.” 
 
“Don’t take that tone with me, boy.” 
 
Robin clears his throat. The ground is still unstable here. He should be more
careful. “My apologies, Master.” he mumbles. “I only meant that I don’t want an
audience, Master Slade.” 
 
“That’s better.” Slade says. “I see you are more skilled at debate than I
originally thought. But my question still remains. How do you know I would seek
your cooperation on the matter. You were trained by Batman… you must know that
rape has little to do with attraction and much to do with power. I would
significantly gain by taking you for my own. I might even succeed in breaking
you.” Slade steps forward again and Robin flinches from his hand as it goes to
catch his chin. 
 
“You could, master Slade, but it would defeat the purpose of training me this
specific way. You have that button because, I think, you don’t want to resort
to tactics like that. And there are easier ways as well. You could brainwash me
faster and more conveniently by putting me in a dark, quiet room with soft
walls.” 
 
Slade laughs and his hand drops. “He taught you well. Or perhaps that is the
way you really were trained?” Robin lets this jibe at Bruce slide because
anything else is dangerous. He controls his temper. It’s what Bruce would want.
“Yes, I wish for you to choose me. I think that you will, Robin.” 
 
Robin looks at the floor in anger but he can’t show too much of it. Defiance
may push Slade to prove his next point, which Robin has already anticipated. 
 
“As punishment, then.” 
 
“Pulverising my ability to trust my master?” Robin asks, knowing the answer.
“Anything you do to force me will only drive me further away from you.” 
 
Slade makes a satisfied noise, as if the debate is just as good as the actual
fucking. Then he asks another question. “Then for he sake of the argument, say
that this particular power play isn’t going to work in my favour, and I really
did make the offer only to sate my own lust. Now there is little you can do,
since my drive is both emotional and physical, rather than logical.” 
 
“For the sake of the argument, then, Master Slade” Robin may have put a little
too much sarcasm in the first part of the phrase, he thinks, but Slade does not
comment, “if you were attracted to me, that’s even more reason not to take any
advantage. You might find satisfaction at first, but after that it will be
nothing but emptiness. Besides, if it was just attraction and you didn’t care
about my consent, you would have done it already.” This is the truly dangerous
part. 
 
Slade laughs again. “This I have to hear.” He walks calmly to his throne and
sits upon it. Then he motions Robin forward, and he complies, until Slade gives
him a signal to stop. “Go on.” 
 
“It would have been simple to do one of two things. You’re stronger and I am,
and you’ve beat me several times. You had me pinned down a few minutes ago. You
could just take what you wanted, but you didn’t, time and time again. Maybe you
would want me a little more compliant. But I’ve been here at least a week, and
I had to eat and drink something. I had no other choice. Slipping me a drug
would have been child’s play, and then you could do whatever you wanted. If you
were just acting on attraction, and you didn’t care at all about my consent or
well-being, or about dashing your hopes for a trusting apprentice, why not
force yourself on me? At the very least, you have a figurative gun to my
head.” 
 
“Struggle and I kill one of them.” 
 
Robin looked at the floor. He hopes he hasn’t given Slade any ideas just then.
“My cooperation is the real break, the power play that you want most to
accomplish. If you get that, everything else is easy.” 
 
But Slade has to admit he makes excellent points. He could simply drug him and
have his way, or worse still, force him. Break him. But his second point is the
one that hits home more. Of course, he would loose the edge of the thing he
wants the most. True cooperation. He imagines for a second a compliant Robin,
willing to do anything in bed to please his master, and immediately hardens. He
wants to meet that Robin. “I’m glad to see that your debating skills are not at
all rusty, Robin. I’ll have to put them to good use sometime.” He stands. “But
for now, let’s continue our session.” 
 
The bullet is dodged, and Robin breathes easy. For now. 
Chapter End Notes
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***** Self-Care Part 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     Dick Grayson gives himself a little self-suck while Slade watches
     him, then Slade rapes him as usual, albeit more gently. (Self-Care
     fics are in general more gentle than the Force fics) This one is set
     during the apprentice series like most of them, and follows Self-Care
     and Sparing. It has like…. a really long-ass intro.
     Tags: Voyeur, guilt, blackmail, coercion, underage, pedophilia,
     watching, underage, slight watersports/pee swallowing (anyone who
     wants this chapter without this I’ll edit and post a second one), sex
     with underwear on, grinding, facial (Slade grinds his cum all over
     Robin’s face anyway).
Chapter Notes
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Robin’s sparing sessions with Slade are becoming more physical. He can hardly
keep his own needs in check, and that’s never happened before. He suspects
Slade is drugging him, but when he stops touching his food and Slade demands
answers, he laughs at Robin’s admission. “I hardly need to drug you, Robin. But
if you think that’s the case, feel free to cease consuming food and drink. In a
few days, I’m sure you’ll come to the conclusion that even if I were, you
wouldn’t be able to survive without sustenance.”
“Of course not.” Robin says, enraged, but keeping his voice as calm as he can.
“But I would know what you’re doing.”
“You seem to have made up your mind in any case.” Slade says. He doesn’t force
Robin to eat, and indeed in a few days time, nothing has changed, except that
Robin is tired, hungry, and irritable. Slade says nothing, not even a quip,
when he starts eating again. His dinner has always been laid out, each night,
and Robin has sat at the table, wanting it but resisting. Now that he is eating
he actually feels slightly thankful to Slade for giving him even that small
amount of freedom. He could have gone for the button, but he allowed Robin to
make a test of it. A test that, unfortunately, Slade passed.
A few bites into dinner, Robin decides to push his luck, “Master Slade, if you
truly want my trust, I need something.”
“Request first and I shall see if I can provide it.” Slade says. He isn’t even
looking at Robin. He’s reading, peering off to the side of his dinner at a
tablet. His mask has been replaced by a half-mask, allowing him to eat. It
bears the same mark, half orange, half black, and one side only with a slit for
his eye. He takes another bite, waiting for Robin’s response. He asks for
toxicology equipment- everything he would need to test every fibre and scrap in
his vicinity. Slade looks at him. “And with these things you wish to test…?”
“Everything.”
Slade provides, and Robin tests. The bedsheets, the mask, toothpaste,
conditioner, uniforms, computers. He takes everything apart and puts it back
together. He finds cameras. Slade asks, with a chuckle, what he expected, and
instructs that they not be destroyed, so Robin leaves them there, more
uncomfortable in this space than ever, but still. All the tests come up clean.
Nothing is drugged, treated, or spored with anything that Robin could attribute
to his behaviour.
The next day at dinner Slade is amused. “So, what have you found?”
“Other than you spying on me?”
“Manners, Robin. I don’t deny the use of cameras. What else have you found?”
“….Nothing.” Robin admits begrudgingly, pushing his broccoli around with his
fork like a moody child.
“I’m not surprised. But you seem to be.” There’s a long pause. Robin stabs his
broccoli and eats it. “What is it exactly you’re accusing me of, Little Bird?”
“Don’t call me that.”
Slade stands abruptly. “You’ll want to rethink what you’ve just said.” He says
dangerously. There is silence again, and Robin locks eyes with him defiantly.
“Robin.”
“Sorry, Master Slade.” He says through gritted teeth.
“Better.” Slade sits. “Your behaviour can be attributed to you and you alone,
Robin.”
This idea is one Robin couldn’t accept at first. He’s ashamed to. How could he
get off on Slade like that?! How could he give in to his body like that?! But
whenever he thinks of that moment, under the burning shame is something else.
Something he doesn’t want to acknowledge.
He starts to have dreams about it. He wakes the first morning and finds himself
covered with his own cum. He panics, showers, thinks of the cameras in his
room. The next night is the same. Every night he dreams of rubbing off as Slade
holds him down. Often in the dream they go even further. Robin tries to
convince himself that they mean something else, but he can’t figure out what.
Ambition, perhaps. He’s had dreams about Bruce like that, equally as sickening
once he’s woken up. It had nothing to do with Bruce, of course. It’s an
expression of his ambition or his need for closeness, usually solved by simply
watching a family movie with Bruce or having tea together in the kitchen. God,
he misses those times.
He tells himself these dreams are the same. But they aren’t, not really. He
never had repetitious dreams like this with Bruce in them. It wasn’t every
night. It was twice, maybe three times. It wasn’t based on any real life event,
either, of course. Bruce would never abuse him like that. He shivers at the
thought.
Slade isn’t saying anything about all this. But Robin needs to know if he’s
doing anything outright in his sleep. Anything that will make Slade think… or
know. So when he deems it’s late (it’s hard to tell, because he’s used to
burning the midnight oil, and it’s always dark where Slade is keeping him) and
that Slade is probably otherwise preoccupied, he goes to the main computer.
Slade has been sloppy. His security is easy to crack, and Robin enters his
cameras with ease. He goes back through them, until he hits what is undoubtably
one of his dreams. He plays it, and is mortified. He’s not just moaning or
bucking, or mumbling Slade’s name. He’s active. He’s rutting, and Slade’s name
is pouring from his lips. What’s more, a few seconds of seeing himself like
this is enough to get Robin hard in his uniform pants. He goes to switch it
off, but suddenly a voice interrupts.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?”
All the excitement he’s been feeling drains as his heart skips a beat. He spins
on the spot, realising that Slade hasn’t been sloppy at all. Rather, he’s
planned this moment. How could he be so stupid?! He’s played right into Slade’s
hand. Again.
Slade is standing with his arms behind his back and his old mask on. He’s not
looking at Robin yet: He’s watching the screen in the far right corner. Robin
hurriedly switches it off, plunging them into near darkness. But the lights
switch on at Slade’s beckoning, somehow. He looks at Robin, closing in slowly,
until he’s leaning against him. He pushes one leg between Robin’s two and Robin
rests on the control panel to avoid him. All the screens light up with the word
LOCKED as he does so. He’s breathing heavily and his erection is staring up
again. He’s let Slade corner him and he doesn’t know why.
Slade reaches out one hand and Robin flinches back, but instead of touching
Robin, he lays it on the control panel and types with one hand. The screens go
blue, then Slade activates something and else. Their eyes are locked, staring
at each other with completely different emotions, Slade’s eye quite clear this
close up. It’s blue. “I have much better movies of you, Robin. Some are more
sensual than others. Last night’s dream wasn’t particularly thrilling, was it?”
Robin swallows. “Now this one is… incredible. You’re very flexible, Little
Bird.” Slade steps back and Robin swivels. He heart plummets into his stomach,
because it simply. can’t. be.
This is his room at the tower, and Slade can’t have cameras there. Yet here it
is, and Robin is devouring his own cock, moaning and slobbering as he cums.
“One of my favourites.” Slade whispers in his ear. He places both hands on
Robin’s hips, but Robin doesn’t notice this. He only sees himself laying down
spent on he bed, gasping for breath with pleasure.
“No…” He whispers.
“Yes, Robin… and I can see where your attention lies. Now, come with me.” Robin
is in a daze while Slade leads him back to the room. It all feels surreal.
“Lay on the bed.”
“Please, Master Slade…”
“Lay on the bed, Robin. Now.” Robin does this, and Slade gives no more orders.
He simply starts to remove Robin’s clothes, touching him slowly, gently,
exactly how Robin loves to be touched. His eyes slip closed and he feels like
he’s accepting something that is meant to be.
“How long have you been watching?” He whispers. Slade chuckles.
“Over a year. It’s not the first time you’re had dreams, nor nightmares, about
me, Little Bird.”
“They’ve never been this consistent.”
“Your obsession hardly bothers me, Robin. I feel the same, inexplicable draw to
you.”
“Don’t do this…”
“Don’t worry, Robin. I’m going to free you. Lift your legs, my apprentice.”
Robin slowly lifts both legs, shamefully. He’s never done this with an
audience- at least one he knew was watching. Slade pushes him the rest of the
way. The situation itself is enough to make Robin hard. Hell, even if he lands
in a similar position during a fight, he’ll get a slight spark, despite the
pain in his back and neck. “Lick.” Slade commands, and Robin slips out his
tongue to pet the tip of his cock slightly. He doesn’t want to give Slade that
show, so he barely does it, but Slade clicks his tongue.
“You won’t be stopping, Little Bird, until you coat that pretty tongue with
your own seed. And when you’re done, you’re going to kiss me with it in your
mouth. And when we’ve both had a good, long taste, you’re going to swallow.” To
emphasise the point, Slade takes off his mask, but the surge of interest is
killed when he realises Slade’s eyes and nose are still obscured. The mask he’s
been wearing to dinner, which falls to his cheek-bones, black, with one eye
like the original one, and exposing his mouth, is all Robin sees. Slade’s
tongue obscenely lolls out to lick its lips. “Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Master Slade.” Robin says.
“Good.” Slade turns Robin so he is facing the side of the bed and removes his
armour, as if he is doing something perfectly ordinary. Then Slade moves in,
pressing his barely-concealed erection against Robin’s ass. Dick can feel the
outline against the line of his crack. His mind flips back to that one hot
moment when was grinding against it, and the cum leaking from it. He tries to
snap himself out of it. No, what Slade was doing was wrong- so hot and sensual-
no. It was wrong and Robin wanted to stop him. He wanted Slade to rub off like
that, loosing his head like he had when he- no. No, he didn’t want that.
Dick wrapped his cherry-red lips over the tip of himself and gave a light suck.
Somehow this was hotter than doing it when he didn’t think Slade was watching.
His cock gave a twitch at this thought. “Getting a thrill from my line of
sight, Robin?” Slade asked as Robin moaned.
Robin let go, “No, I’m not, I’m just-”
“Silence. The question was rhetorical. Never forget I’m monitoring your vital
signs. Now, suck.”
Robin obeyed. As he took more and more down, he began to suck harder,
unconsciously. His movements were erratic and sloppy, and Slade was making him
so hot- no.
Then he heard Slade’s deep voice let out a guttural moan. Robin keened in
response and sucked harder. He let go, mind gone now, to lick the tip and play
with it, running his tongue up and down the slit.
Slade discreetly activated the monitor on his wrist, the only piece of armour
that remained was there, because the trigger was on it, and he couldn’t quite
trust that Robin wouldn’t come to his senses. Robin’s vitals were held there as
well, and he wanted to see the effects he was having. “You know, Robin… Since
I’ve been watching you do this for some time… you should see the videos I have
sometime. Perhaps you can learn something from yourself.” Slade watched the
monitor jump as Robin’s heart skipped a beat. “You always look so lovely, I
thought I’d let you know I was watching. Nothing gets you off like this does.
I’ve seen how good the results are.”
Dick can only hear Slade now, and feel the rhythm of his mouth on his cock.
Already he can taste his cum as his body gives itself over to Slade’s control.
He wants Slade to push fingers inside of him, and he risks letting go of
himself to ask for it. “Master Slade,” He moans.
“This better be good, Robin.”
“I- please, touch me-“
“Hmm.” Must have been good, Robin thinks, because Slade circles him. When he
speaks his voice is drenched with lust, and deep. Robin blinks and his
eyelashes flutter against his cheek with the pleasure of that voice. He wants
to bottle it. “Where would you like to be touched, exactly, Robin?”
In answer, Robin runs one hand gently over his crack and moans.
“Say it. ‘Master Slade, please finger my ass.’” Slade instructs.
“M-Master S-Slade, p-please finger my… my ass…” Robin whispers, blushing, but
he knows he’d do anything to get that release. Slade spits on his fingers.
“Suck your cock, Robin.” He demands in that deep, sensual voice, and he begins
to stroke Robin’s ass, dipping his fingers in when he feels like it, and even
tonguing his young apprentice. When Robin feels the tongue he goes wild for a
minute, his lips like a vacuum and his throat opening to take more of himself.
Slade moans at his reaction and dips to do it it again. Robin is moaning and
grunting at the constant pleasure, knowing from experience that he’s close. His
cock twitches multiple times and he cums, Slade moving within his line of
vision again. “Drink it.” He emphasises, “And don’t swallow just yet, Little
Bird.” Robin lets his own seed wash into his mouth and keeps it there for his
Master.
His spent cock dribbling precum, Robin lets Slade guide his hips down. He keeps
his mouth closed so Slade can make good on his promise, and he immediately
does. Slade slips his tongue inside and fills Robin’s mouth with moans and
gasps, licking the salty mess inside and leaving Robin gasping. When he’s had
his taste, he opens Robin’s jaw with two well-placed fingers to see what Robin
has done as he sputters, choking on his own cum. Slade licks Robin’s cum-coated
tongue once more and swallows some of the semen. Then he lets Robin close his
mouth. “Swallow it.” Robin obeys, then coughs a few times. Slade kisses him
again, deep, both of them tasting the remains.
It’s then that Robin realises that Slade’s not allowed Robin’s feet to touch
the bed or the ground yet. He’s moving his fabric-enclosed cock against Robin’s
crack. When he backs off, he takes Robin by the hair and pulls him up. “Lick
this until it drips with spit.”
Slade doesn’t allow Robin to finish him quickly. An hour later he’s still
there, jaw aching as Slade demands more. His cock is indeed dripping and soon
Robin is under it, letting spit and precum dribble into his face. Occasionally
he rubs his balls all over Robin’s face, wetting him.
Slade’s cock is making him hard. It’s difficult for Robin not to associate the
taste of meat and cum with his own pleasure, as long as he’s been self-sucking.
After a while, Slade had instructs him to suck himself again. Slade works
diligently on his hole with his tongue as Robin sucks around his own cock. When
he came, Slade had him switching again. It reminds Robin of his early days
self-sucking. He could go for so long, cumming again and again, that he usually
only started doing it when he was home alone. His jaws can take a lot because
of how long he’d been doing this, but Slade isn’t letting himself finish. He’s
holding back, often keeping a hand at the base of his cock, where Robin knows,
if he applies the right kind of pressure, he won’t cum.
By this time, Robin needs to pee. He hadn’t been in hours and his used body is
starting to cave. Tentatively, he asks Slade. “Master… may I go to the
bathroom, please.” Emphasis on the please. Slade chuckles and lifts his Robin’s
legs so he can reach his half-hard cock.
“There’s your toilet, Robin. Swallow it.”
“Master Slade, please-“
“Swallow it, Robin, or you’ll be drinking mine for the next few days.” Slade
knows exactly what to say to scare Robin into compliance, and his threats are
never empty.
Slade watches intently as Dick tries to piss. Once there’s a weak jet, and
Robin catches it on his tongue. Slade positions his clothed cock to rub against
Robin’s crack again, but the need is becoming so painful Robin can’t hold it in
anymore. He wraps his mouth around the base and relaxes. The release is so good
Robin actually moans from it, and then he’s swallowing himself. Slade rubs
harder, becoming erratic, Robin’s body bouncing as he swallows his waste.
Slade’s cock gives a hard twitch and finally he is coating Robin with sperm. He
watches Robin drink all through his orgasm, and when he finishes he moves Dick
down so he can kiss the boy, tasting the hot piss.
Robin is left gasping in confusion and pleasure on the bed once again. Slade
opens his pants wider, sliding them down, and straddles Robin’s face. Before
the boy can object, Slade is rubbing his cock juice over Robin’s face. “Tongue
out.” He orders with a growl, and is obeyed. When he moves too far forward
Slade is greeted with a friendly tongue sampling his ass. He moves back and
lets Robin hungrily lap at him, and only then does he realise how much Robin is
enjoying his cock. He rubs harder, leaving all his mess on Robin’s face, then
ruts forward again. “Lick, Robin.” He moans as Robin laps at him. Robin doesn’t
know why he’s doing it, but his mind has been gone since the second time he’s
cum and everything feels too good.
Finally Slade pulls up from him and Robin gasps on the floor, occasionally
convulsing, his ass clenching as it continues to ride through waves of
pleasure. “Next time you will give me this.” Slade says, and he sticks a finger
in Robin’s ass, just hard enough to hurt. Robin inadvertently cries out and
Slade basks in that noise. He spanks Robin’s ass once and stands.
“Now, little bird, shower and go to sleep. Tomorrow I’ll give you a new treat.”
Robin is left with an aching jaw and a still-worse conscious, but he still
feels a sudden excitement whenever he thinks of Slade’s promise. A new treat…
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***** Release *****
Chapter Summary
     Prompt: If you could work in chastity or orgasm delay/denial that'd
     be awesome.
     Notes: Ah, yes! Slade needs to train his bird not to be so… needy.
     Orgasm delay for EmBethMarsh! By the way, researching this gave me a
     new kink, so thanks for that. I think of this as a stand alone based
     on size, and on prompt. Less apprentice stuff here, and Slade is
     basically just making Robin his little toy. Slade is pre~tty cruel in
     this one, by the way, so major trigger warning for unsafe BDSM (no
     safe words, for instance).
Chapter Notes
     Tags: Chastity, BDSM, unsafe play, master/slave roleplay, orgasm
     denial, milking, orgasm delay, wet dreams, sleep orgasm, sleep abuse,
     clothes on, sub/dom, dominance, submission, Slade gets off on Robin’s
     lack of consent, like actively gets off on that, mouth ring, throat
     fucking, brutal, ice play, cold play, blow jobs, sexual torture,
     sadism, death threats, underage, pedophilia
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The first time Slade put it on it was preparation. First, he demanded that
Robin shave, which was his typical way. But the fact that Slade was ordering
him to do it now meant something new was going to happen. He usually only
ordered shaving once a week or so. Just to keep the fuzz out of his way, Robin
had deduced. “When you’re finished, dry off well, and come into my room.”
They were in the shower in Slade’s room, which was large and done mostly in
black marble, all sharp corners. When Robin came out, Slade was setting up the
room. It looked slightly different than usual. The bed was moved away form the
wall, for one, giving Slade access to all sides, and there were chains on all
four corners. Robin swallowed. Slade loved to play with chains, but they were
often the harbingers of his darker fantasies, some of which were straight up
torture. Slade moved towards him, and Robin saw in his hand was a small metal
cage shaped suspiciously like a a flaccid cock. “Excellent, Robin.” Slade
praised, and he bent. “Listen carefully, for I’ll not have much patience with
you tonight. You are my slave, and if you call me anything other than Master I
can promise severe punishment. I’ll show you how to put this on, so watch
well.”
Robin payed due attention to what Slade was doing as he lubed him, fitted a
cock ring just under his balls, and then a pin through the top tip of it. He
slipped the cage over his tiny cock and locked it with a rather light lock. He
showed Robin the key. “This is a chastity cage, and you, my boy, are going to
train in it. You need to learn some restraint, Little Bird. Don’t worry,” he
added casually, “I’ll give you the key when I see fit.” He tucked it into his
utility belt, fondled Robin’s cock for a few seconds, bouncing the cage in his
hand, then stepped back.
It wasn’t the first time Slade had him playing a slave-boy, but Slade felt the
need to review the rules of this “game.”
“One?” He said, holding up a finger.
“Don’t speak unless told to.”
“Two?”
“You are my Master.”
“Yes, very good. Three?”
“I’m a slave and must not struggle.” This answer had taken the most… training…
and it still made Robin blush horribly.
Either it had never occurred to Slade to give Robin a safe-word, or he didn’t
want him to have one. He began right away. “Slave boy, get me some water.”
Robin contained his anger as he poured water into a glass and gave it to Slade.
“Bring me the laptop.” He followed the order as Slade sat down at his desk.
Robin noticed he had removed his armour and tried not to think about it. “Sit
at my feet, slave.”
Robin did so.
It was several hours before Slade indicated anything to him, but part of the
fun for him was clearly the wait. While he was working he would often move his
hand down to ruffle Robin’s hair, tickle his chin affectionately, or palm
himself. Just working with Robin sitting there was enough for him. On hour four
(Robin was keeping track by looking at the clock on the computer, and he was
bored to tears, feeling like time was moving slower than usual), Slade
addressed him.
“Slave,” Robin jumped, then looked at Slade, “mouth my cock with your lips.” He
swivelled his chair so Robin could reach him and Robin sat up and put his mouth
on Slade’s clothed bulge. Slade leaned back in his chair, a Master enjoying the
mouth of his property. When the fabric there was soaked through and Robin’s
mouth was dripping with precum and spit, Slade said “Stop.” Robin immediately
halted. “Answer me, Slave. Are you aroused by making me this wet?”
Robin nodded, looking at the floor as a hot blush covered his cheeks. He knew
Slade wouldn’t accept another answer, but it was made more difficult by the
fact it was true. “Yes, Master.” He hated it, but the situations Slade put him
in were always so erotic that his body got aroused by itself.
“Lay down on the bed, face up.”
Robin silently laid on the bed. Slade chained him down. Then he produced a whip
from the desk, one Robin had seen before. He tensed to get a whooping, but all
Slade did was caress his cock with the long leather strips. The chains were
just for show, apparently, because Robin was soon in pleasure overdrive. There
wasn’t much pain, except the blue balls he was getting from his treatment.
Slade was using him gently, which was rare for slave days. Usually these were
the worst.
First he had caressed every inch of his body with the whip. Then he had
followed the same path with his tongue. Robin was sticky with spit and sweat
after just thirty minutes, and his need to ejaculate was strong. But Slade
wasn’t about to let him. He undid the chains and laid in bed next to Robin. “Go
to sleep.” He commanded, then fell asleep himself. The next day Slade released
him, but the reward never came. Usually Robin thought of being forced to
ejaculate as a curse, but he had never wanted it so badly as he did now. He
mentally kicked himself for needing it, then went about his day without
pleasuring himself.
 
The second time was much worse.
Robin slept in the cage for two days. Once Slade teased him, telling him that
he would take it off if Robin managed to cum in it without using his ass. He
tried for three hours and couldn’t provide the necessary friction. Then he had
to writhe in pain as Slade chained him and licked him through the cage. The
chains were certainly not ceremonial this time. He fought them hard, unable to
stop shaking and bucking, trying to get off. The next day Slade didn’t release
him. Instead he licked him again, then turned him around and fucked him hard.
Robin could tell Slade was avoiding his prostrate, but at least the arousal
came down with the pain of barebacking. Slade finally released him the third
day. “Feel free to jerk off.” he said, and Robin did, immediately. He came fast
and hard, collapsing on Slade’s sheets as he chuckled darkly. He fucked Robin
again, then he was free to go.
The third time was torture.
It lasted a three days. Robin was forced to endure it when Slade put a small,
thin, vibrator through the metal on the cage. He would bring Robin so close to
orgasm that a few seconds more would push him over, then leave him chained to
the bed. Four times he returned to pleasure Robin as he lay chained to the bed,
and four times left him in agony, his balls blown up and red, straining against
the metal of the cock cage. Each time Slade came on Robin, using the vibrator
on his own cock, until the last time.
“Suck it.” He demanded, and without further warning, he pushed a ring into
Robin’s mouth. Robin screamed around the intrusion and tried to fight, but
Slade held his head still as he guided his cock into Robin’s mouth and then
began to fuck the back of his throat. The chains took care of the rest. Each
thrust was like fire and Robin coughed around Slade’s member. Slade began to
slow down, leaving his cock there so he could feel the spasms of Robin’s
throat. Whenever Robin felt so nauseous he thought he would throw up, Slade
managed to notice and back off just enough for recovery. He went on this way
for a good fifteen minutes. When Robin started crying, he continued, but wiped
away his tears with gentle, soothing noises and praise. Soon after that he
couldn’t hold back anymore. He came down Robin’s throat and didn’t pull out
until he was sure Robin had swallowed. He removed the gag and let Robin
convulse for a few seconds.
“My, my, little slave, you really are a nice toy.” He patted Robin’s cheek and
then left him there for the night.
The next day Slade came in to find Robin humiliated. He’d wet the bed, so Slade
changed the sheets and had Robin clean the mattress. He moved the chains to the
desk while the mattress dried out. Then he decided to play with ice on Robin’s
body. He put cubes up Robin’s ass, into the cage, and even tied a cold compress
there. Robin could do nothing but beg and buck against his chains.
“Would you like some warmth, Slave?”
“Please Master…. please Master…. I’ll do anything…”
“Of course you will, boy. You’re mine and mine alone.”
“Please Master, it hurts…”
“Very well. Sit in the chair.” Compared to the cold compress, Slade’s mouth
felt like bliss. The cage was so frozen he even got his tongue slightly stuck
twice, but soon he had warmed it up, and with it Robin’s libido. He was in a
different kind of agony now, but Slade chained him to the bed again and left
him there overnight.
The next day Slade gave him a nice meal, which Robin ate hungrily. Then he had
Robin clean the room, scrubbing the floors and dusting everything in sight, as
he looked on. He would come up to Robin, finger him, play with the chastity
device, or leave little kisses up and down his neck and shoulders. At the end
of the day, Slade prepped him nicely and hit his prostrate incredibly slow as
he got off inside Robin, but made sure he didn’t milk him. Then he told him to
go to bed. Robin cried himself to sleep quietly, a sound Slade recorded in case
he ever wanted to masturbate to it. He kept working on his computer as Robin
slept.
It was a second before Slade realized Robin was having a wet dream. He watched
as Robin moaned and rutted, unable to get the appropriate pleasure with the
cursed metal cage on. Slade sat up, resting both hands on Robin’s thighs to
keep him still, and saw with lust and need that Robin was cumming in any case.
Thick blobs of sperm were pouring out of the cage. Slade licked up the excess
he could get to and swallowed it, getting a fantastic high on the fact that
Robin was sleeping and had no idea what was being done to his body. Following
this thought, Slade went ahead and beat off on Robin, covering him with his own
jizz. It was a deeply satisfying release. Slade thought of raping his ass next
time, but it would be a shame to wake him while he so obliviously got used by
Slade.
The next day Slade finally allowed Robin to remove the cage. He recounted what
had happened and asked if Robin would like to see a video of it, a question
which Robin didn’t answer for fear of retribution. He didn’t trust himself to
answer in the positive, which he thought was what Slade wanted. But Slade
didn’t want any such thing. He wanted to see Robin break down, and he got his
wish from a camera in Robin’s shower later that evening.
In between this were other “games” Slade liked to play. Some were heaven, some
were hell. His dominance was absolute in Robin’s life, and any time he strayed
there was always the threat of the button, with which Slade came dangerously
close to fulfilling sometimes. But out of the majority Robin feared the cage.
Being forced to cum was torture enough. Being forced to beg for it was still
worse.
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***** Currant *****
Chapter Summary
     Slade loves to mentally torture Robin by forcing him to orgasm. This
     time he uses e-stm to achieve his goals. E-stim hands-free cum
     torture. Robin is rather uncooperative in this one, so more non than
     dub con. Follows the Force series.
     Tags: asphyxiation, chocking, noncon, dubcon, e-stim, nipple play,
     nipple torture, forced ejaculation, milking, light sounding (Slade),
     e-stim butt plug, totally unsafe domination, filming, cuddling at the
     end with slight praise kink, so like… aftercare, a little.
Chapter Notes
     During the month of October I won't be posting for this fic because I
     will be posting 7 prompts for JayDick week and 14 for Sladin Week
     under a different heading than this one.
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Robin had had a rough day. His sparing had gone well, but he was tired from it,
and then Slade had sent him out on a mission, which again went well (for Slade)
but was also like taking a beating from a rhino. Well, he had actually taken a
beating from a rhino. Beast Boy seemed upset, and Robin couldn’t blame him. But
he hadn’t had any choice- it was fight or die, and Robin wasn’t going to just
dye. He had to keep trying to find a way out. For now he fought.  
 
He was furious with himself and with the situation when he arrived back, but he
let the anger wash away in the shower, because fighting Slade would go nowhere.
When Slade entered the room uninvited, he bowed, because this was expected
now. 
 
“Something tells me you didn’t give that fight your all.” 
 
“Beast Boy’s growing aggressive.” Was all Robin said in reply.
 
“Hm.” Slade hummed noncommittally, then stepped closer to Robin. He reached out
and put one hand under Robin’s chin, a finger guiding him upwards. Robin
scowled behind the mask but did nothing else. “I see you’re already dressed for
bed.” This meant boxers and the mask. “A shame, because you’re going to have to
take them off.” 
 
Of course. Naturally the only way to end an irritating and stressful day is to
be raped by Slade!Robin thought angrily. He slipped off his boxers and threw
them in a corner, then sat on the bed, like a robot, totally detached from the
action. Slade chuckled at his reaction. “Lay on your back.” he instructed, and
Robin did so, staring at the ceiling as if he could just be wondering what
would be for breakfast in the morning. “And get rid of the attitude, Robin. I
have something special planned for tonight.” Slade put a small box on the
nightstand. It looked like a black radio, but there was a little sign on the
bottom left corner that indicated lightning, or perhaps an electric pulse. That
was unsettling. “Do you know what this is, Little Bird?” 
 
“It’s an e-stim box.” Robin said. He sounded nothing less than grumpy, so he
supposed Slade knew his view on this one. 
 
Slade loved to come up with new and interesting ways to torture Robin, and one
of his least favourites was forcing him to cum. This device was absolutely
built for stuff like that, so Robin thought Slade would understand his lack of
enthusiasm. But Slade didn’t comment on the tone. 
 
“Precisely,” He said, “It’s the ET312B, to be exact, and this is the link-up.”
Slade connected the electrodes, then held up a blue band, which Robin could
guess had a very specific use. At the very least Slade didn’t seem intent of
hooking the electrodes directly onto him. Instead he lubed Robin, and fitted
the blue bands over his flaccid cock as Robin stared straight ahead at the
darkened ceiling. “Now, Little Bird, have I ever told you have incredibly vocal
you are?” 
 
“Several times.” 
 
“This is your second warning. Consider it generous.” 
 
“Yes, Master, you have.” Robin corrected, but his heart wasn’t in it. Slade set
the electrodes down, and Robin knew, oh he knew, he’d crossed the line. Slade’s
anger was boiling over and he was about to snap. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I’m
just really tired, Master Slade.” Robin said. He sat up a little, putting the
pillow behind him to prop himself up, resolved to do better before Slade went
for the button. “I’ll do better!” 
 
He didn’t bother to stop Slade’s hands from wrapping around his neck. It was a
calculated sacrifice, though he had to hold back on his reflexes. Often if
Slade had some kind of cathartic release from an outburst he wouldn’t drag
Robin’s friends into the battle between them. 
 
Slade pinned him agains the headboard and straddled him, and Robin could feel
his dick digging into his waist. It wouldn’t be the first time Slade had gotten
off on choking him. He struggled a little for show, putting his hands on
Slade’s to pry him off and letting his body buck into his Master’s. After about
forty seconds of this, even with Slade’s careful control, Robin started to
black out from the pressure. He felt Slade lean in and breath deep, taking in
his smell. Then he was released. 
 
“Just for that,” he said as Robin coughed, “I’ll make sure to tease you. I was
going to let you off rather easy today, Robin, but you’re bought yourself a
ticket to a good deal of, well… I’m sure you will consider it torture. Don’t
think your pathetic little display fooled me, Little Bird.” Slade removed his
mask, exposing the eye patch, and set it on the desk.  
 
Robin coughed a few times more. He decided to opt for flirtatious, try to calm
Slade down a bit. “It wasn’t at all entertaining?” 
 
Slade’s mouth curved slightly into an unwilling grin. “When you play, you play
hard, Little Bird. I’ll take that as an apology.” 
 
It was one, but Robin didn’t say this. 
 
“Now lay down on your pillow again. Good… and we can begin.” Slade hooked up
several electrodes to the base and the tip of the bands. “Let’s make your
twitch, shall we?” 
 
But instead of switching on the e-stim, Slade produced a slightly curved black
wand. It looked like a cross between a vibrator and a boomerang, but Robin
would guess it was going in his ass. He proved to be wrong, however, which was
a relief because he distinctly saw Slade turn two dials on it up to maximum. He
squeezed lubricant on Robin’s chest, then he brought the wand down on Robin’s
right nipple. 
 
“Ah!” Robin jumped as it touched his bare skin, though he had been expecting
it. The electricity was strong, and the second on button was apparently for
vibration. Slade switched nipples and touched again. Robin convulsed a second
time and squirmed. Then Slade held the wand down. Robin screamed and writhed,
the sensation far too much. Slade laughed and took it off. “Please, Slade, no-”
Slade buried it in his other nipple and watched as Robin jerked and screeched.
He was getting pretty hard off of this. He ran the wand back and forth over
Robin’s chest and let him really feel the shock of it. When he backed off Robin
lay panting for a while. 
 
“This is why you don’t piss me off.” Slade said simply. Then he flipped on the
e-stim. 
 
At first, Robin didn’t feel anything. It took a minute for Slade to find
something that was working at all, but when he did, Robin immediately
understood why Slade had reminded him that he made lots of noise when in
pleasure. Slade began to set up the camera as soon as Robin let out the first
barely-stifled moan. It felt… different than anything. Like someone was
stroking him both inside and out, hands working in unison over his member. 
 
A flash. Slade’s camera was on. Robin heard the distinctive sound of him
pressing the record button, and he flushed. Everything documented for Slade’s
pleasure. Sometimes he forced Robin to watch them, stoking him to finish and
cooing in his ear about all the wonderful things Robin could do. It was
difficult to resist Slade’s dirty talk when he put on that deep, tantalising
voice, and he seemed to know Robin liked it. 
 
Slade crossed the room in front of the camera to stand near the little box. He
touched something and Robin bucked up. And that’s how it went. Slade would
adjust some dials and watch Robin pant as his cock hardened, then began to
throb, a string of precum already dripping out of his erect cock. Then he would
turn the machine down and let Robin take a “break,” at a currant he wasn’t able
to cum at. In the meantime, Slade stripped down and poured lubricant into his
hand. He spread it over his fingers and started playing with his own ass. The
part of Robin that wasn’t riding the currant, cock twitching pleasurably, was
surprised by this gesture. That was, until Slade produced a small clear-white
plug and inserted it into his ass, leaning forward over Robin, his eye closed
in contentment. 
 
Undone by the pleasure riding into his sphincter and prostrate, Slade doubled
over, putting both hands on the bed next to Robin, who was now so close to
cumming he thought he could push himself over if he just touched his cock for
three seconds. His hands went to finish him without thinking, but Slade stopped
him with a single word. “No.” He said firmly. Then he adjusted the dials on the
box and Robin could once again feel almost nothing. 
 
Slade took a black object next, a long tube. Robin barely had time to register
that it was a urethral sounder before Slade slipped it into the slit of his
cock with his head raised to the sky, expression of utter bliss. “Mmmm…. you
have no idea, Robin. The pulse back there makes you convulse around it… mm.” He
played with the sounding stick a little, then reached for the dial to pull
Robin back into the haze of sex he was in. 
 
For a few minutes Slade played with the sounding stick to pleasure himself as
the machine played with Robin, listening to the near-constant hum of Robin’s
moaning. Twice he got himself so close to coming that his hole was convulsing
around the electric but plug. He turned down the currant to tease himself just
as he was doing with Robin, and turned it up again when he felt he could take a
little more. 
 
It wasn’t long before Robin was begging him. It started with “please, please,
please!” and became “Master Slade, please let me cum, I need to cum Master,
please, please, Master-” Though he tried not to show it, this was Slade’s
weakness. He wanted to prolong it, so he turned the machine to just the right
dial- the one he thought would give Robin the most pleasure while also not
allowing him to cum. 
 
That did the trick. Robin’s hands went again to finish himself, and this time
Slade held him back personally. “You’re not asking nicely enough, My Pet.” 
 
“Slade! Master Slade! Oh god! Please! Please! I need! To cum! Please! OH! OH!” 
 
Slade thrust forward involuntarily. “Apologise for you earlier behaviour.” He
teased. 
 
“I’m so sorry! OH! Master Slade! MASTER SLADE! I’m sorry! I’M SORRY I’M SORRY
PLEASE OH! Forgive me! Please forgive me!” 
 
“Not very specific, Robin…” Slade mused, enjoying the sound too much to give in
yet. 
 
“Oh! Please forgive me! Master Slade please I need to cum I need it! Forgive
me! Please forgive me! Forgive me for being rude! Please! Oh GOD! MASTER!” He
was blushing now, and that was the real reason Slade gave in. 
 
“See, Robin, that’s all it took.” He lied, then he dialled the machine just a
little higher and Robin spurt cum everywhere. Slade chuckled as Robin shouted
explicatives and thanks, then shook like he was having a seizure, his eyes
rolling into the back of his head, tongue lolling out, the picture of
uncontained pleasure.
 
He couldn’t take it anymore. Slade removed the sound and put it to the side,
next to the E-stim. He crawled gracefully up over the top of Robin from the
head of the bed and watched the machine pull the last of his cum before
flicking the switch off. His turn. 
 
Bending over like this, Slade’s cock was in his face. There, eye closed, Slade
let the plug do it’s work, and soon he was cumming. Robin had thought he wanted
to squirt him, but Slade came slowly, the jizz almost leaking out. Slade let
out a few grunts, but was otherwise quiet, as was his norm. His cock twitched
and leaked for almost a full minute, and Robin found himself getting hot off of
watching it. He had the sudden, unhealthy urge to lick it clean, but he didn’t
need to give into it himself. When Slade had finished, he said “Excellent
Little Bird. Lick it clean for me and swallow. 
 
Robin obeyed, the act of it arousing him even though he couldn’t get hard again
right now. His eyes closed and he pretended to himself that he was just putting
on a show for Slade. In truth he was loving the salty taste, and licking it up
like fondue was incredibly sexy. He knew he shouldn’t like this, but he
couldn’t help it. The way Slade had come was so- 
 
“Very good, Robin.” Slade purred when he had been cleaned up. He slid off the
bed only to lay next to Robin on it. 
 
Slade pet his head gently like the master of a good dog, and then put a finger
under Robin’s chin again, this time guiding him slowly up. “Give me a taste,”
he whispered, and Robin immediately kissed him, hard, wet, and passionate,
tongues colliding. Neither seemed to be controlling the kiss but both were
active in it, and it lasted for a good while, until their mouths, necks, and
chins were covered with saliva. They broke off breathing heavily. Robin
collapsed and let Slade bare his weight. He breathed in his musk and felt
horney again almost instantly. He was even half-hard, despite his earlier use.
“Could it be my Little Bird is learning?” Slade teased gently. 
 
Robin didn’t answer, but Slade removed the devices and wrapped his arms around
him. He praised him for a while, Robin feeling more and more comfortable. Then,
Slade holding him close, Robin fell asleep.
Chapter End Notes
     A haiku about comments:
     Authors love to get comments
     but some are not great
     like the ones that say "update."
***** Reward *****
Chapter Summary
     Slade shows Robin his face, goes away for a few days, and comes back.
     Then he gives Robin a massage as a reward for his behaviour, and goes
     gentle. Robin finds it’s possible to enjoy Slade’s manipulation.
     You might notice Robin is uncut here. Well, so’s Slade. Cause I said
     so, and I’m writing ‘em.
     Tags: massage, happy ending, release crying (as opposed to rape
     crying), slight praise kink but on Slade’s side, dubcon, but no
     noncon this time, I guess the term “consensual sex with a minor” is
     probably the best tag though it’s very existence is a paradox, but
     still. As always, pedophilia and underage.
Chapter Notes
     Please remember there will be a break in October so I can produce
     more sexy porn for Jay/Dick week and Sladin week!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Robin was busy reading when Slade entered. He looked up and was surprised to
see him in almost ordinary clothes, a sort of thin-fabric turtleneck, green,
face exposed but for an eye-patch, and wearing tight black pants with tall
black boots, which looked and sounded heavy. Robin stood, taking in Slade’s
appearance for the first time. His hair was black, but grey streaks cut through
it, a reminder of his age. He also had a beard, which was unexpected. Clearly
he really was missing that eye, which was the only explanation for a mask with
one eye in any case. His build had also been obvious from the uniform, but the
shirt was tight and carved out his muscles in a way Robin didn’t like so much
as lust for. He was huge, as Robin well knew, but with these pants it was more
clear from the bulge announcing it’s size and presence. 
 
Robin knew his eyes lingered on Slade’s dick’s outline, but he also took a good
moment studying his face. A few minutes passed, and Slade finally spoke. “Like
what you see, Robin?” 
 
The words You have a beard clashed with the words No you sick pervertand You’re
cock bulge is making me hard, so in the end, Robin just said “Slade…” 
 
“And what do we say before we say ‘Slade?’” 
 
Robin cleared his throat. “Master Slade you… you look different.” 
 
“I’m going out for a few days. Wintergreen will care for any needs you have.
And Robin, when I come back, you know what will happen if you aren’t here.” 
 
“I know.” He didn’t need reminding. 
 
“I’ve set all the security. I’ll check in with you evening and morning.” 
 
“Yes, Master Slade.” 
 
Slade exited the room, and as soon as he shut the door, he grinned. He was
going to miss his Little Bird. That expression had made his errand much more
palatable. 
 
 
Slade returned in much the same manor. Robin was in the dining room, reading
from his tablet again, and eating alone. Slade had to grin. It was something
Slade often did himself, and Robin looked excellent while doing anything that
reminded him of himself. Despite their frequent conversations, a few days
seemed like a long time. Robin heard his footsteps and looked up. 
 
“Master Slade.” He said, surprised. Slade hadn’t told him he’d be coming back
today.
 
“Hello, Robin.” Slade greeted, and Robin noted the chipper note. Teasing, but
pleased all the same. 
 
“Have you eaten, sir?” Wintergreen asked, taking Slade’s swords from him. 
 
“Yes.” Wintergreen took himself to be excused by Slade’s tone, but Slade called
him back. “Robin, when you’ve finished, join me in my corridors. Wintergreen
will show you the way, if you can’t remember it.” 
 
He left them together, privately thinking that if Robin didn’t remember, he
probably didn’t deserve what Slade was going to do next. Slade showered and
changed into a regular black shirt and shorts, baring his legs for the first
time in a while. He wanted to be comfortable for Robin’s reward. The boy had
stayed put. Well, perhaps he didn’t have much choice with the trigger still in
Slade’s hands. However, he didn’t seem to be trying to escape, according to the
sensors, and to Wintergreen. He’d kept his regular schedule as well, working
out, keeping up with reading Slade had assigned, and of course, with plotting a
course for his first solo robbery, for which he presented plants for yesterday
through a secure file. 
 
There was a polite knock on the door just as Slade was finishing up with the
pumice stone. He was softening his rough hands, preparing for Robin. “Bring him
in.” Slade said. But when the door opened in stepped his apprentice, his pet,
his Little Bird, alone. Pleased by this, Slade motioned him forward, and the
door closed. “Are you enjoying ‘On War?’” 
 
“I’ve read it before. Didn’t like it then, either.” Robin said. He was studying
Slade’s features again, as if hoping to guess who he was simply by staring.
Well, it hadn’t been much of a secret. If the boy had thought to punch the name
into a search engine he might have found his last name. 
 
Slade put one hand gently under Robin’s chin, a finger cradling his head, then
said “Strip.” 
 
Robin looked put down for a second, then he aggressively began to undress.
Slade was amused by his lack of enthusiasm for the command, but he had no
intentions with Robin tonight. Well, perhaps this was an exaggeration. He would
have plenty of intentions if Robin became interested in them. “Can’t wait to
get your hands on me again, Master Slade?” 
 
“Calm down, Robin. For someone who has initiated our previous encounters, you
seem stressed about them.” This wasn’t entirely true of course, but Slade had
no interest in revealing his manipulation to Robin. Not yet. “Besides, I’m not
going to do anything you don’t like. In fact, I think you will very much enjoy
this.” 
 
“My body will enjoy it!” Robin spat. “Not my mind!” 
 
“Lay on the bed, face down. And I mean face down, Robin. Make a headrest so
your eyes can be down in the sheets.” As Robin did this, Slade got some oils
out of his dresser. He thought vaguely about pushing Robin’s head down and
suffocating him just for the thrill of it, but that was as much of that as he
would entertain tonight. He was supposed to be relaxing Robin, not creating
more stress. 
 
When Slade laid one hand on Robin’s shoulders, he jumped. He was very tense.
“Relax, I’m not going to touch you,” he thought, then said, “At least not in
that way.” Robin relaxed somewhat but of course he couldn’t bring himself down
entirely. Slade had a lot of work to do. “This tension is only going to hurt
you, Robin.” He warned. 
 
He rubbed oil on his hands. Robin’s nostrils filled with the sent of eucalyptus
and spices, and when Slade touched his back again, he recognised the feeling of
massage oil. Was he-? He felt the bed jolt as Slade pushed it effortlessly away
from the wall, coming to the front of Robin so he could run his thumbs down
either side of his spine. Robin relaxed slightly. “Time to unwind.” Slade said
in a deep voice. 
 
Robin had so many questions, but the first one to make it out was “Why are you
doing this?” 
 
“As reward, Robin. You’ve done well. I thought I told you to relax your
shoulders.” Robin actually managed it this time. Slade’s hands ran down his
back again and goose bumps erupted on Robin’s legs. He hoped Slade didn’t
notice. 
 
“It’s not like I could go anywhere.” Robin said, pushing his luck, he knew. But
Slade didn’t seem angry at this comment. 
 
“It’s wise of you to stop trying.” He said. He moved to the side of the bed,
where he began to push his hands expertly into Robin’s skin and muscle,
relieving his tensions. It had been a long time, maybe years, since Robin had
gotten a massage. He just didn’t trust most people to touch him, since when he
was a teen he’d been kidnapped, as Dick Grayson, by someone masquerading as a 
massage therapist. She had been really handsy, too, and that had made him
nervous. At the very least Slade seemed to be maintaining some level of
professional detachment. In fact, he was amazing at this. 
 
“Where did you learn this?” He asked, his voice muffled by sheets. 
 
Slade didn’t say anything for a long time, and when he spoke, it was with the
clear implication that Robin was to drop that subject. “You’re carrying a lot
of tension in your arms.” 
 
Okay… Robin wasn’t sure how that was such a personal question, but he let the
subject drop. He was enjoying his massage. Slade’s fingers worked into the
delicate muscles of his hands and arms, firm but soothing. “You can take a lot
of pressure.” 
 
“I’m not exactly a stranger to pain.” 
 
“So you are in pain.” 
 
“No, it’s … fine.” 
 
“If you’re in pain you should communicate it. This is meant to be a reward,
Robin.” 
 
“It’s great.” 
 
“Very well.” He thought he could hear a smile in Slade’s voice.
 
Robin was falling asleep by the time Slade started on his legs. It took him a
while to realise that Slade’s professionalism was taking a dive. He was moving
a little far up Robin’s legs, perhaps. Then he was massaging his ass, and Robin
tensed again. “Relax, no harm meant. This is important as well. There are many
muscles you may not regularly relax that need this.” 
 
Yes, but most of his muscles didn’t have an arousing affect! Robin tried to
force his body to release its tension, which was easier thought of than carried
out. But he used a few techniques to calm himself, and eventually his muscles
complied. By then Slade was moving down, and then his feet were getting a nice,
Chinese-style, rub. Meaning hard and to the point, but affective. He could feel
the crunch of stress knots coming undone. It was simply bliss. 
 
He was definitely dozing when Slade tapped him gently on the shoulder. “Turn
around, Little Bird.” He whispered. 
 
Robin took a deep breath and pushed up onto his side so he could manoeuvre
around without upsetting his head too much. There were a lot of natural
chemicals being released and they were making him drowsy and light-headed. When
he laid down again, Slade worked first on his head and neck, which helped clear
him a bit, but when he moved down to his chest Robin remembered how worked up
he could become. 
 
“Maybe skip the chest…” he suggested, then added “Master Slade…” 
 
“I’m not skipping anything, Robin. You need to detox. This isn’t Massage Envy.
I’m afraid you don’t get to choose.” 
 
Robin held back a laugh at that comment, then found that Slade’s humor on the
subject had made it too easy for him to agree. Now Slade’s hands were oiling
his chest and when they passed his nipples or teased the knots out of the
developing muscles all around his stomach he felt an unwelcome arousal. 
 
Slade on the other hand, felt like he had found a goldmine. When Robin had made
his request he’d wondered why, but now, watching Robin’s cock grow in size with
every pass, he knew exactly the reason. He reminded himself to stay on task,
though. This was for Robin. He could have his fun later, and now he knew where
to touch. He had half a mind to squeeze his small pectorals just to see what
Robin would do, but refrained. Later. Later. 
 
He moved down to Robin’s legs, which proved, naturally, to be an even greater
temptation. Many of his techniques brought Slade up close and personal to that
rising member, and he thought almost constantly about giving Robin the release
he needed with his mouth. It took him a while to notice that Robin was looking
at him. “Yes, apprentice?” 
 
“I know what you’re thinking.” Robin said simply, voice quiet. 
 
“I doubt that very much.” 
 
Silence, then “If you were, I was going to say…” 
 
“Yes?” 
 
Robin blushed and put his head back down, looking at the ceiling. 
 
“Go on, Robin.” Slade said, interest peeked. 
 
“First, what were you thinking?” 
 
Slade chuckled. Alright, if he had to play to get what he wanted now, he would.
The worst that could happen would be getting shot down and then having to wait
until the reward was finished. “I was thinking I’d love to suck that cock until
you’re truly relaxed.” Slade noted the twitch. He licked his lips. 
 
“It would help.” Robin said. 
 
Without further ado, Slade wrapped his lips around the throbbing skin and
sucked. Using only his tongue, he was able to roll back Robin’s foreskin. Robin
moaned and thrust up slightly. Slade continued his massage, working in detail
on Robin’s inner thighs as he chewed his cock. He listened intently to the
moans of his bird and lamented the blue balls this boy was going to leave him
with. Soon Slade was swallowing cum and Robin was left panting on Slade’s bed. 
 
As Slade moved up to the hands again to do the other side, he took the liberty
of sucking the nipple on whichever side he was on during his ministrations.
Robin was hard again soon, and Slade made a second offer. “Deep muscle massage,
Robin?” 
 
Robin actually laughed, a little. “Is that your way of asking to fuck me?” 
 
“Something like that.” 
 
So much for Slade maintaining his professionalism. “Is it a real question?”
Robin asked, turing serious. 
 
“Yes. Your choice, Robin. Your reward.” 
 
There was a long pause, and finally Robin barely whispered his assent. “Yes.” 
 
Slade hummed lightly and slid up on the bed gracefully to push Robin’s side and
indicate he should turn around. Then he bathed his fingers in oil and set about
stretching Robin. The other hand rubbed gentle circles into every reachable
part of skin, keeping with the massage until four fingers were inside.
“Dripping against the sheets yet, Robin?” 
 
Robin grunted, but it sounded like a happy noise. Slade cracked a smile despite
himself, lubing up his own cock. When he pushed in it was controlled and
gentle, smooth and sweet. He “massaged” all the way to the back, and when he
hit Robin’s prostrate, Robin let out a little mewl. “Lovely,” Slade said, “Such
a good little pet, Robin.” He pulled out slow, pushed in, just enough of a pace
to drive Robin crazy with need. 
 
At the same time he renewed his work on Robin’s back, using his weight as
pressure and his pressure as a means to leverage himself in and out slowly. It
was taking Robin’s breath away in more ways that one. Then Robin felt, very
distinctly, some kisses being peppered on his shoulders. 
 
After a few thrusts, Robin was practically sobbing into Slade’s pillow. The
release of the knots that had built up in his body with the stress of his
situation, and now this, the ultimate relief of all his tensions as Slade
rubbed his back and hips in time with each blissful push against his prostrate.
He began to shake with the emotion, letting loose, and Slade began to grunt
with each push in. It was a gentle sound, sexy and low, like he was containing
power that he couldn’t let loose. He started to gush praise over Robin next,
calling him sensual, lusty, a good boy, a perfect pet, whatever pleased him to
say. 
 
Incidentally, it was just as Slade was saying “Release your tensions, Little
Bird, let yourself go-” that Robin started to cum. Slade milked him through it,
his right hand slipping under them and his left supporting his weight about
Robin. His hand wrapped around Robin and pumped him gently as he lodged himself
in as far as he could go and made minute thrusts into Robin’s prostrate. “Yes,
Pet, cum, let it all out, let it go, let me milk you of it…” Robin really was
sobbing at this point. It took him a full ten minutes to start to come down
from the intensity. The next thing he remembered was Slade helping him sit up,
offering him a tall glass of water. He didn’t even remember him pulling out. As
he drank he watched Slade jerking off onto the sheets in front of him. 
 
It was easy. A few pulls were all it took, Slade thinking of how undone Robin
had become. He gasped and moaned once, then tucked himself back in, cleaning
his fingers off in the sink of the bathroom. Robin set his glass down. Maybe he
was too exhausted for it, but this time there wasn’t any guilt. He felt totally
blissed out. 
 
“You’re welcome to sleep here, Robin.” Slade said. He sat on the bed and flung
his legs over soundlessly, sitting. When had he moved the bed back? Robin
didn’t know, or care. He scooted over and laid his head on Slade’s chest,
breathing in the sent of the oil and of Slade. Slade ran his fingers through
Robin’s hair. “You need rest, and water.” He said, but now that Robin had
settled there he seemed reluctant to get the second one. Robin didn’t remember
falling asleep, but when he woke tin the night to use the bathroom, he was
laying curled into Slade, and Slade’s legs were wrapped possessively around
him. When he returned, drinking another glass of water, he set it down on the
counter and returned to the exact same position. He slept until morning. 
 
Chapter End Notes
     Slade learned this from his ex-wife, Adeline, which is why he doesn’t
     want to explain to Robin. (“No, Robin, I’m not telling you about my
     failed marriage just drop it!”) Okay… is it clear I like Slade’s
     voice acting? I mean, have you HEARD his Teen Titans voice? (Yes, I
     know it’s the Litch too). And whenever he’s talking to/about Robin it
     always gets super possessive and sexy. Like… (watching Robin take
     down the Titans) “Thrilling.” Jesus. My ovaries erupt every time.
     Honestly, if I hadn’t written something ever more ridiculous lately,
     I would have to say “This isn’t Massage Envy,” is the best line I’ve
     ever whittled into something that wasn’t crack. This is the gentlest
     Slade has been so I’m interested to hear your opinions and thoughts
     about Robin’s increasing willingness as well. See you next week!
***** Trigger *****
Chapter Summary
     Slade gives Robin his usual control and dominance, with a side of
     firearms. Then he fucks him with a gun. Just to be frank.
     Tags: Gun kink, unsafe use of firearms, guns, gun fucking, are you
     getting that there’s lots of guns?, non-con, rape, pedophilia and
     underage as usual.
Chapter Notes
     Sorry it's late. Same as Bovine, this one had a delay because my
     apartment was a mess after I came back from a long holiday.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
When Robin came into the dinning hall that morning, Slade was already there,
and had already, apparently, eaten. Food was still laid out, but Slade had
pushed his own plate away and was now cleaning one of the guns that lay in a
row in front of him. Hunting riffles, machine guns, hand guns, almost anything
Robin could think of. He’d seen Slade’s armoury, which was impressive if you
were a trigger-happy firearm enthusiast, but of course they didn’t interest
Robin. More interesting was the fact that Slade usually woke him before he ate,
which meant he must have been allowed to sleep in. 
 
“Master Slade,” Robin said in surprise, then followed it up with “What time is
it?” 
 
“Nearly nine.” Slade replied casually. “Good morning, Little Bird.” 
 
“Morning…” It’d been a while since Robin had slept that late, he assumed. There
was no way to tell time here, so he might have done it before. He was always
sleeping like a rock before Wintergreen or Slade inevitably woke him, bringing
him back into the nightmare that was his life. But he had to admit he felt
better for it, today. “How long was I out?” 
 
“Fourteen hours.” Had he really collapsed that early the night before? “To be
honest I’m surprised, Robin. I thought you were an early bird.” 
 
“Was that a joke?” Robin asked. 
 
Slade chuckled, “It wasn’t meant as one. I’m sure you’ve heard them all.” 
 
“Probably.” 
 
God, when had it become so comfortable talking to Slade, of all people? Robin
went to his chair, followed his usual customs. “May I sit, Master Slade?”
 
“Yes, apprentice. And feel free to eat something.” 
 
He sat and began to pile food onto his plate. Not wanting to look a gift horse
in the mouth, he didn’t inquire as to why Slade had let him sleep so long. He
figured in any case that it was probably because the previous day, he was
practically collapsing during their sparing session. He hadn’t been sleeping
well, lately. Too many nights in Slade’s bed, and it was giving him nightmares.
He pushed this thought from his head. He didn’t need to think of it during the
day, at least. Well, until it was physically happening, anyway. 
 
“Tell me, Robin,” Slade began, giving him a welcome out from his train of
thought, “What do you know about guns?” Maybe not such a welcome out. Slade
lifted the glock he’d been polishing and examined it, turning it to catch the
light, seeing if there was any more work to be done on it. 
 
“Gen4, 40 caliber glock pistol, taking up 65% of the market share of handguns
in the U.S, popular for competition shooting and ‘self- defence,’” Slade smiled
at the implied quotations, but didn’t interrupt, “Between thirteen and fifteen
rounds, 202 millimetres by 138 millimetres-”
 
“Ah, I see. All the specs, all the dimensions, in short, everything about the
weapon except how to shoot it.” 
 
“I know how to shoot it.” Robin clarified. Catching himself, he added, “Master
Slade.” A pause,then, feeling brave, he remarked, “That doesn’t mean I do shoot
it. This gun in particular, and handguns in general, are popular for homicides
and mass shooting alike.”
 
“And I know how much you loathe killing, Robin.” Slade said as if the topic
bored him. 
 
Robin continued eating, but he knew this subject wasn’t finished. Months
training with Slade, he was sure, by now, and still Slade hadn’t asked two
things of Robin: to take off his mask, and to kill. He knew it wouldn’t last of
course, but he’d held out for hope that he would be rescued. Was Bruce involved
yet? Was anyone looking for him at all? Surely Bruce would never believe he was
doing this of his own free will, right? Even after everything that had
happened, Bruce would never believe that… right? 
 
“It’s interesting that you mentor could give you such details. He must know a
lot.” Slade said, as if he had read where Robin’s mind was. Robin started. “The
Batman… very capable, isn’t he?” 
 
Robin didn’t answer. 
 
“Tell me, why did you decide to end your apprenticeship, Robin? Was it because
of a falling out, or were you fired?” Both, actually.“Did you quit? Did you
resent him, being in his shadow?” Ugh, this guy. “Did you leave or were you
forced out?” Kinda… everything. 
 
 
Robin didn’t answer. 
 
“Apprentice, answer me.” 
 
“I don’t want to talk about this, Master Slade. Do whatever you want to me, but
I’m well trained not to give away the secrets of the Bat.” 
 
“Hm, is that so?” 
 
“Many have tried, and failed.” 
 
“Everyone has their breaking point.” 
 
“Apparently mine surpasses being beaten with a bat, being stabbed,
electrocuted, and cut shallow on the skin with a knife for three hours.” 
 
“You don’t look like you’ve endured that much. Your skin is quite smooth.” 
 
Good doctors.“Try me.” 
 
Slade chuckled, but the sound was cold. “I believe you.” He said simply. “I bet
if I look hard enough I can find where the stitches knit you back together.
You’re quite human, aren’t you, Robin? Which leads me to believe the Batman is
also, well, just a man. Interesting hobby.” 
 
Robin bit back a million retorts, among themBetter than blowing up cities! and
Have you looked in a mirror lately, Slade? This time as he ate, Slade was
quiet. When he finished, he had to go through the tedious rules imposed on him,
though, which meant talking to Slade. 
 
“May I be excused.” He grumbled. It wasn’t even really a question if Slade went
by only his tone, so naturally he refused to answer it. After two or three
minutes, Robin cleared his throat and said, “Master Slade, may I please be
excused?” 
 
“Go to my room.” 
 
Punishment already? 
 
“I’m going to more intimately acquaint you with these.” 
 
Practice, in the room? 
 
“Yes, Master.” Robin headed in the direction of Slade’s room, down the hallway.
He waited just inside the door, standing at attention. Anything less was good
reason for Slade to beat him brutally, tied to the post of the bed. 
 
When Slade entered the room, he said, “Show me.” He handed the gun to Robin.
Confident that he wouldn’t shoot it, then, and rightly so, Robin thought. He
had never given Slade a reason to believe otherwise. He unloaded the gun and
handed the clip to Slade, but Slade didn’t take it. Instead he circled around
back of Robin. “Load it.” Robin did so. “Shoot.” Slade ordered, and Robin
allowed himself to just stare at Slade. 
 
“Master Slade?” 
 
“Yes?” 
 
“Shoot it… in the room?” 
 
“Have you lost your hearing, then, boy?” 
 
Robin sighed. He took aim and braced for the kickback, and shot out the shower
wall, which was stationed just within sight from the bathroom door. The glass
shattered and scatted all over the floor. The bullet lodged in the wall on the
opposite side, and Slade took the gun back with force. It was louder than Robin
remembered. He was actually shaking, a little. 
 
“Amateur. You need practice. Lots of it.” 
 
Fine. He would practice. But he wasn’t going to use it. 
 
Slade unloaded the clip. “Sit on the bed.” When Robin had done this, Slade
tossed him the gun a little too casually. “Clean it.” He said, gesturing to the
kit he had unceremoniously sprawled there. Robin wondered why Slade was doing
this here of all places, but he completed the task as quickly as he could.
Slade wasn’t satisfied, naturally. “Blaster rays and swords are grand, Robin,
but we can’t let our skills dim in other ways. You need to be better, faster.” 
 
“Yes, Master Slade.” The reply was almost automatic. 
 
Slade swept the cleaning kit away from the bed and discarded it on the desk. He
put his hand out for the gun and Robin gave it to him, butt first. “Lay down.”
Robin hesitated for the second time that day. Slade, unfortunately, noticed
this. “I gave you an order, apprentice. Do as you’re told.” 
 
Robin was sure he knew where this was going, and he didn’t like it at all. He
bit his tongue. Talking back only put his friends in danger. Slade had been
more strict of late than ever before, and Robin was sure he was being
conditioned to do whatever Slade said. No hesitation. 
 
He shivered. 
 
“What’s the matter, Little Bird?” Slade asked coyly, but his tone sounded
seductive and cruel. 
 
Robin wasn’t going to play this game. “Nothing, Master Slade.” 
 
“Hm. Lies will get you nowhere, apprentice.” 
 
Enough with the pet names. 
 
“Master Slade, with all due respect,” Robin grumbled in a voice that implied no
respect whatsoever, “You ask me not to lie when the truth will only bring
punishment.” 
 
Slade actually laughed at this. “Talking back will get you into trouble, Robin.
I’ve asked you what is wrong. Obey me, and answer the question.” He replied. 
 
“I think I know what you’re going to do.” Robin admitted. 
 
“And?” 
 
“I’d beg you not to if I thought you’d stop, but I know you won’t. You never
stop.” 
 
“You’ve never given me reason.” Slade said, then he moved to the foot of the
bed. He studied the array of firearms at his disposal and selected one. “If it
makes you feel any better, Robin, they aren’t loaded, of course.” 
 
At least there’s that. Robin thought bitterly, but he kept his face as blank as
possible. As expected, Slade gave the order to take his pants off after that,
and Robin did it as quickly as possible. The only way out was through, and he
wasn’t going to take his time about it. 
 
Slade prepared him first, but only up to two fingers. It was quick as well.
Robin thought it may have been too quick, until Slade positioned the first
barrel and pushed it in. A long hunting riffle, thin barrel. Robin seized at
the initial, cold press of it against his sphincter, then he relaxed. Through.
Through. That was the only way out. 
 
“Very good, Apprentice.” Slade praised. “Tell me when you can feel that. I
mean, really feel it, Robin.”  
 
No, no, Slade was not pressing the barrel of a gun against his prostrate- Robin
turned his head to the side, eyes shut tight, willing himself to remain calm
and relaxed. Soon he felt the press and tried not to buck. He whined with
pleasure. Slade pushed it in again and Robin became more vocal, moving against
the barrel. After a minute of this, Slade pressed a hand gun into his palm. 
 
“Lick it. And give a good show, Little Bird.” He demanded. Robin’s tongue
lolled out, wet with the pleasure of a good prostrate banging, and he licked
the side, slicking it. He wet the weapon until it was dripping with spit, his
thick tongue tasting the metallic twang. Slade moaned. “My my, Little Bird, yo
don’t at all treat my cock half as nicely. Are you having a good time?” 
 
Robin moaned and sucked the barrel lewdly, knowing how to get Slade off.
Through. Go through. The barrel of the gun in his ass was slowly, tortuously,
pulled back again and pushed in, harder this time. Robin gasped. Slade repeated
the motion, fucking him slowly. “Hmmm… I wonder.” Slade said suddenly. He
pulled the trigger. Robin jumped, and Slade laughed. “It isn’t loaded.” 
 
“Then why even-”
 
“Shhhh, Robin.” Slade said, his voice deep and possessive around the name, “I
only wanted to see if you could feel it.” He pushed in harder and Robin gasped.
“Put that back in your mouth or I’ll force it in.” Robin obeyed. “Deeper. Choke
on it.” 
 
Robin swallowed the barrel as far as he could as he was fucked by the rifle. He
did choke twice, and as he was getting close he began to squirm on the bed,
making as much noise as he could. Slade wouldn’t let him go until they both
came, and he’d rather not have to touch. That wasn’t in the cards,
unfortunately. Slade removed the gun from his hands as Robin hit his climax
and, for the first time, he kissed Robin deeply until he was breathless, just
as he came. Robin moaned into the kiss and responded with fervour, lost to
anything but pleasure for a few seconds. As he came down he realized he was
kissing Slade back, sloppy, slow and languid. Oh it was amazing. When Slade let
go, Robin lay panting on the sheets. 
 
“Such a good boy, Robin.” Slade praised. “You’re so beautiful laying fucked on
he sheets like this.” It took Robin only a few second to recognise the feeling
of cum being spattered on his cock as Slade groaned lightly. “Such a good boy.”
Slade said. “Thank you for the morning bliss. I’ll give you a few minutes to
enjoy. In the training hall at elven hundred hours sharp, boy.” 
 
“Yes, sir.” Robin managed in his parched throat. 
 
Slade chuckled in his deep voice and began to move about the room dressing
himself and collecting his firearms. He left the ones he’d used on Robin,
though. “Clean these.” He ordered. 
 
“Yes, Master Slade.” Robin said, keeping his wince inward. Of course he would
want Robin to clean the weapons Slade himself had used. 
 
He heard Slade leave the room and tried to convince himself that he had done it
right. Through. That was the only way out, after all. Through. 
 
Chapter End Notes
     Wintergreen gonna flip out over the shower.
***** Sting *****
Chapter Summary
     Slade gives his bad boy a thorough spanking for letting him down.
     Follows the Self-care series.
     Tags: Spanking, punishment, underage, pedophilia, dominance,
     subjugation, pet names, hurt/comfort (in a weird dominance kind of
     way), holding, praise, aftercare, biting
Chapter Notes
     Yes it's late but I'm not sorry cause I was busy.
When Robin stumbled into headquarters, clutching his side, it was Slade’s fist
that first greeted him, punching him in the stomach. He grunted as he hit the
ground, then chanced to stand. Most of the time Slade would take kindly to an
attempt at strength. 
 
“What happened?” Slade growled, and Robin looked defiantly into the one stark
eye. Slade had been taking off his mask recently, but his right eye was still
covered by a patch. Robin hadn’t removed his own yet, though, and Slade had
never asked him to. Yet. 
 
“I tripped the security system.” Robin said plainly. 
 
“Hm. Interesting choice of words, Robin. From what you’ve said, I can’t
actually tell if you’ve done this on purpose or on accident. Don’t make me
ask.” 
 
Robin lied through his teeth. “It wasn’t on purpose.” Slade took a few steps
toward Robin, his anger driving Robin back into the wall behind him. He feels
like he used to stand and fight, but he’s learned when Slade is too far passed
dealing with him. This is one of those moments. 
 
“Oh, is that so, Little Bird? So then, you are incompetent?” Robin’s back hit
the wall. 
 
“It won’t happen again, Master Slade.” He said. 
 
“Damn right it won’t!” Slade slammed both hands on the wall on either side of
Robin’s head, but he didn’t flinch. Nothing less than contact would make him
flinch. Slade growled the next few words. “Bend over my knee, boy.” 
 
“What are you gonna do?” Robin asked suspiciously, but he immediately regretted
it, as Slade’s hand made contact with his cheek, too fast and hard to block. He
hardly saw it coming at all, and that was saying something. Robin had trained
with the best. 
 
“Over my knee.” Slade repeated, taking Robin’s hair at the same time. He
struggled, but Slade was stronger, as always. He sat on the edge of his throne
deftly and threw Robin over his knees. Of course by instinct alone Robin tried
to stand, to struggle, to pull away from his grip, but Slade was strong on this
point. At last he simply flashed the wrist with the button on it in front of
Robin’s face. “Don’t turn this into a fight.” 
 
Robin tensed, but he was frozen at least, so Slade was content. “I just want to
know what you’re doing.” In Robin’s experience, being in a subjugating position
meant something… something…. well, something was about to happen. Something
bad? Something good? He still wasn’t sure how he felt about this. 
 
“You will see what I mean to do when I do it.” Slade replied indifferently.
“Now put your head down or there will be punishment for both you and your
friends.” 
 
Robin dipped his head, slowly. 
 
“Now relax, Little Bird.” 
 
At even more of a snail’s pace, Robin convinced his body to relax, almost
muscle by muscle. 
 
“Now tell me what you learned today?” 
 
Robin blushed, feeling like a schoolboy. “I…. I learned not to… not to…” Trip
the wire system? He’d done it on purpose. He wondered briefly if Slade knew
this, then decided to take a chance. “Not to set off the alarm.” 
 
“No, that is not what you learned.” Robin could swear the air had frozen at
those words. But he didn’t have time to register much else, because Slade’s
gloved hand was already striking him. He got in one hit before Robin realized
what Slade was doing. He blushed furiously and put his hands on his ass, but he
couldn’t stop the sudden reaction from his cock. It was one of his greatest
fantasies, but one little slap and he was already getting hard? Had Slade known
this would happen? He seemed to get hard a lot in front of his Master. 
 
NO. He’s not your Master!Robin self-corrected. 
 
“Hands down, boy.” 
 
“Slade-”
 
“I said, hands down.” Robin dropped his hands in front of him again. “Don’t
make me cuff them there.” Slade threatened. Robin was strongly reminded of one
of his favorite porn movies, where the dom was repeating the same thing- hands
down or I’ll tie them down. Hearing Slade say it now was surreal and pleasant
in ways Robin didn’t want to admit to. 
 
Robin had known for a while than Slade had watched him in the tower… that was
how he knew how to get under his skin, and how to turn him on. 
 
Slade’s hand came down again, hitting Robin just near the crack on his right
cheek. He wiggled to avoid the pain and found delicious pleasure in his groin
with the movement. Not only would doing that help him bare the pain…. 
 
It didn’t take a genius to know Slade was loving this just as much as Robin’s
body. He found ample pleasure in touching Robin and watching him get off all
over Slade. One part of Robin knew that he couldn’t let it happen again. But
the memory of rutting against Slade was just as tempting as it was repulsive,
and there was a second, stronger part of himself that was begging for more. 
 
Slade’s hand landed again and Robin squirmed. He was getting truly aroused by
the time the tenth blow hit, his dick swinging between Slade’s legs every time
he was hit, heavy as it hung inside his uniform. He was painfully hard by the
twentieth, and his ass was burning with the marks. He was sure now that Slade
was getting off, too. He could feel his arousal playing with Robin’s own, erect
as it was. And that in itself was very telling, because though Slade’s armour
didn’t extend that far, he at least usually wore protection there.
 
As arousing as it was, Robin couldn’t stand the thought of cumming again,
showing Slade how much he was enjoying his hands on his body. And the pain was
becoming too much as well. Each hard slap brought stinging discomfort and
intolerable pleasure. The armour on his legs was the worst, because Slade
hadn’t bothered to remove it. 
 
With a gasp, Robin finally cracked. “Please! I learned! I learned not to fail
you! Please, stop, Slade! Please!” 
 
“More punishment for the use of that name. You know what to call me, boy.”
Slade said, but Robin knew it was just an excuse as soon as Slade began to
strip off his pants. He took off his gloves as well. Running his fingers
delicately over the crack, he caressed the painful red parts of the flesh. 
 
“Master Slade, please…” Robin whimpered. He could feel already his release
building, and he knew his cock was dripping precum onto the floor. 
 
“You will not fail again.” Slade said, voice cool and flat.
 
“No, master Slade, I won’t, I promise!” 
 
Slade began to spank him again, moving in time with Robin’s attempts to avoid
further pain, their cocks touching through the light cloth of Slade’s uniform.
Then Slade changed his pace, 
making little, repetitious slaps instead of scolding, hard ones, but quicker.
He arched up to feel Robin’s struggles and kept going until Slade was cumming.
He grabbed Robin’s ass in both hands and squeezed as he spasmed. Through his
uniform his cum wet the side of Robin’s erection. Robin squirmed and Slade
began to spank him in ernest, sending him wiggling all over Slade’s lap. It was
impossible for Robin not to listen to the delicious moans Slade was making as
well. 
 
Robin was mewling with pleasure and pain as he came, and Slade stopped his
torture, watching the boy convulse. “Good boy…. good Little Bird…” he praised
as Robin finished himself, rubbing against Slade’s cock bulge and legs without
shame during his moment of climax. 
 
But as he came down it pierced him with guilt and disgust. How could he be
enjoying this? Why would he let Slade… no, he didn’t like it. Robin whimpered
by accident, but Slade wasn’t bothered by this. “Admit it, boy, you love to be
beaten.” He teased in a growling voice that always turned Robin on.  Robin was
silent for a while, before Slade finally pressed him. “If you think you’re so
above enjoying it, I’ll further punish you by having you lick up the mess you
just made on my boots.” 
 
Robin moaned. 
 
Slade smirked beneath the mask. “Do it.” He ordered. Robin slid off his
Master’s lap and began to lick the tall boots clean. His little tongue played
with each drop as he accepted it, and when he finished, Slade was hard again
already. So was Robin. 
 
Why was Slade’s brand of torture so difficult to resist? 
 
“You’re doing well, boy.” When Robin went to stand, Slade pulled him in. As
Slade held him Robin felt something new- an emotion he couldn’t place. He
breathed in Slade’s sent, and Slade retaliated by taking a deep breath from his
neck, then sucking a hicky there as Robin rubbed against him, straddling him
now. 
 
“Keep going.” Slade growled, and Robin thrust his hips harder, grunting and
keening. Slade marked his skin everywhere he could reach, all over his neck and
his collar bone, pulling fabric down as needed, removing any troublesome bits
of the uniform. Between sucking and biting Robin could hear a constant stream
of praise. “Yes, Robin… good boy, Robin… get off for me, boy… you cocktease…”
Robin didn’t know when his hands found their way into Slade’s pants, but then
he was rutting against the naked flesh, both of them wet with sweat and sticky
with Slade’s cum. Soon they were both shooting a second time, and now Slade
held Robin close through the orgasm. When they finished, Slade kissed his lips
once, gently. “I forgive you.” He said simply. “Though I suppose you haven’t
really been punished.” 
 
“It still stings.” Robin admitted, his teeth grinding together. Embarrassed.
Slade liked that. 
 
“It will have to do, for now. Keep disobeying me and I will make sure you feel
the pain of it.” 
 
“Yes, Master.” 
 
Slade hummed, and Robin tried not to relax. He was still being held close and
Slade was petting his hair gently. He could have fallen asleep like that. He
tried to move away, but Slade pulled him still closer. “Don’t move, Little
Bird. I’m not through with you yet.” 
 
Robin had been afraid of that.
 
The next morning he woke in Slade’s bed, but Slade wasn’t in it. Mask on, he
was kicking the side of the bed. His armour was gleaming in the dim light. “Get
up, Robin. Time for our morning training.” 
 
Robin had been very afraid of this. 
 
He wondered if he was afraid anymore.
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