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"Who knows? I might even become like a father to you."
Conversational. It angered Robin how conversational Slade said those words. His voice low and monotone, with just a hint of unmistakable glee. The evil Bastard got a kick out of making Robin squirm.
The audacity to even compare himself to Robin’s Father- fathers. It made him even more than angry; it made him rage.
But despite the black tar that consumed his heart, containing his ever-increasing hatred for the man, Robin composed himself. He had to, for his friends.
But also, for his pride. He could not- would not let Slade win.
“I already have one."
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Agony spasmed across his face as it was slammed down onto the ground. It felt like the entire weight of Slade's body was holding him down. In actuality, it took little to no effort, but his hand, to hold the boy still. Gripping so tightly at his hair he swore he felt strands threatening to pull out. How could someone be so strong?
"-this was all for you. But all you ever cared about was your worthless, little friends!" Slade spat at the boy still pinned by his hair.
Dick gasped for breath once the man freed him. Watching as Slade got to his feet. He tried to follow up but completely forgot about the twist Slade did to his arm just moments ago. It shot bright, stinging pain across his arm. He almost drops back to the ground but catches himself.
He could not show weakness.
Arms shaking and still out of breath he managed to pull himself up.
He grips his injured arm as he stands. Hand fisted to his side. Breath stuttering as he tries to remember the breathing technique's Bruce told him years ago. The red lights of The Titans- his friends- vitals blearing at him. He swears the screens beep in rhythm to his shaking breath.
He tastes iron. Swallowing.
"If The Titans are so distracting, maybe I should just get rid of them?" Slade suggest.
Just like that, all the fight leaves Robin.
Stupid, how could I be so stupid? This was never going to be a fight I could win.
"Don't! I'll do whatever you say." Robin croaks out.
Guilt eats at him, how could he be so reckless when his loved ones were on the line? As much as he hated Slade with every fibre of his being, he loved his friends ten times more.
He bowed his head as he admitted defeat.
As long as their safe, that's all that matters.
Slade hums in delight "Good Boy".
The almost sultry tone sends shivers up his spine.
"And, from now on, I'd like you to call me, Master." Slade demands.
What?
Gritting his teeth, he bows his head further, refusing to look him in the eyes.
"Okay, Master."
Dick tries to hide his shudder at Slade's little "hn" in response. Hitting to close to home.
Bruce. He refuses to acknowledge the wetness in his eyes at the remembrance of his mentor-former mentor.
What would Bruce think of him now? He already thought Robin wasn’t good enough. He thought of Robin as nothing but a child. That Batman didn’t need a Robin anymore.
It’s why they argued, why Bruce fired him. It’s why Dick left along with Robin, to chase his own destiny. Starting in Jump City. He never intended on making another Titans team but here he is. With the best team a leader can ask for.
A team who will die if their leader doesn’t do exactly what this mad man asks of him.
"On your knees, Apprentice."
Dick's eyes shot up.
Dick stares at the man in disbelief. Not knowing the man’s game or just refusing to accept it. Mouth agape and still standing.
Slade tilts his head ever so slightly. His body not moving an inch showing his ever-imposing control.
“Did I stutter, apprentice? Or are your ears just painted on?” He asked Dick, his tone implying demand not question.
Teeth now grinding, Dick glares up at the man as he lowers himself to the ground. He kneels as gracefully and perfectly, you’d expect of a trained acrobat.
Dick doesn’t need to see behind the mask to feel the lustful expression crawling down his figure.
Mind games. Dick thinks to himself, repeating it like a mantra. This is all part of Slade’s power play act. Just. Mind. Games.
Despite how hard he tries to comfort himself. Repeating that this is nothing but another one of Slade’s ploys. His psychological mind games that he oh-loves to play. It does little to calm him. His shaking arms proving it futile.
The ground feels like steel beneath him. It’s hard and rough beneath his knees and the metal protective plates on his shoes dig uncomfortably to the ground.
Every sensation, every stimulus keeps him from hiding away from his reality.
“This is a lesson, apprentice” Slade speaks. “A lesson on obedience. You refer to me as your Master, but it lacks respect. You’re in denial of your own ineffable. Thus, I must show you what happens when an apprentice attacks and disobeys his master.”
Dread curls in Dick’s gut when Slade slowly unbuckles his pants. The loud ‘clink’ of the belt buckle deafening Dick’s ears.
No.
No, no, NO!!
“Are you insane!? Wha- get away from me!” Dick pulls his head back, about to scramble up to his feet when Slade snatches Dick by the hair. Pulling him closer.
His face now only centimetres from the imposing man’s crotch.
Whilst Dick had this itch that something was seriously messed up with Slade, he could never have imagined that the man could snoop this low.
He hated the man; he was a despicable mastermind... b-but in some weird way, he thought Slade respected him. That- that’s why he pulled this whole ‘apprenticeship’ stunt. Because Slade saw that Dick had some weird sort of “potential”, or whatever he justified it as.
The fact that this was the real reason Slade pulled all of this, or at least partly, made Dick feel weirdly... betrayed.
“S-Slade! No! You can’t! I haven’t disobeyed; I said I’ll do whatever you say.” He tries to reason with the man- to no avail.
“Ah, but I know that look. That defiance that swirls within your eyes. If possible, you'll always try to find a way to escape your destiny.” Slade informs him.
“No shit Sherlock” Dick grumbles. Gripping at the hands that hold his hair.
Slade hums. “Hmm, and there’s the attitude. Unfortunately, my apprentice, you’ll never know your place if I don’t properly discipline you. And you are in need of a fitting punishment.” Left hand still holding Dick still by his hair; he uses his right to pull out his belt. Boxers peeking through the parted clothing.
Okay, this is really happening. Dick tries to breath in through his nose and out through his mouth. Anything to calm the swarm of nausea that’s pooling in his stomach. His head is spinning.
The exercises- use the exercises Bruce taught you. Compartmentalise. The wetness in his eyes sprouting out of the corners. Bruce. Oh god, what- what would he think of Robin now?
Batman would never look at him the same again if he knew what was about to happen.
His friends would never look at him the same.
He would never look at himself the same.
Compartmentalise.
You are not here. This isn’t Robin. You are not Robin.
You are Slade’s apprentice. This isn’t happening to you, separate your real life from this one.
“Hmm, very good, my Apprentice”. His masters voice rings out.
He feels hands grip his own.
His master guides him to his nether region. It’s so methodical. So achingly slow. He knows Slade’s doing it on purpose to hurt Dick even more.
Compartmentalise. Lock away the negative emotions. I can deal with the now later.
He tries so hard to leave his body. Leave Dick Grayson- to Slade’s apprentice.
But Slade’s grip leaves his hands. The apprentice’s hands automatically grab onto the waistband of Slade’s boxers. He cautiously looks up at his master. Once again holding the button that dictate his friend’s lives. The Titans lives literally being held in the palm of his hands.
In his other hand, he holds his discarded belt.
This is really happening.
D- the apprentice takes a shaky breath.
His eyes never leave the button in S- his master’s hand.
Flashes of Starfire, Cyborg, Beast Boy and Raven pop up in his mind. Their smiles.
Their agonizing screams.
Their blank. Dead. Faces.
Kory limp in his arms…
He pulls down Slade’s boxers.
Despite already knowing the bastard was hard, as it was bulging through his boxers, the sight of Slade’s cock still shook Dick. The instant smell of musk, the sheer size of it. The fact that Robin’s about to hold it, p-put… put it in his mouth. He tries to not shake. Feeling butterflies in his stomach coming up to his throat. He can’t breathe.
Compartmentalize. Compartmentalize. Compartmentalize.
“...” Master stares down at the apprentice. The boy looks up warily at the older man.
“Scared? Apprentice” His pride cracks at the patronising tone.
He wilts at the sight of his friends lives and then takes Slade’s cock in his hands.
The warmth of the protruding cock spreads into Dick’s hands. Dick feels goosebumps form all on his body as heat swells up in his cheeks.
He tries to copy what he’s seen in porn, wrapping two hands at the base. He stares up awkwardly at Slade. Quietly wishing for more guidance.
The mask gives him a blank stare.
Belt still in hand.
Fuck, I can’t stop shaking.
He leans forward and opens his mouth. Dick wants to look up at Slade and acknowledge if this is what he wants. Should I just jack him off first? Dick thinks. Maybe going straight to the point will make him g-get off faster? Nausea swells in Dicks gut for even thinking of the idea of getting Slade “off”- but this is his reality. Dick got himself in this mess. Overestimated his skills and now he’s about to blow his archenemy, whilst his friends are on the line.
There’s no Bruce, no Starfire, No Cyborg, Raven or Beast Boy. He thinks of Roy, Wally, Garth and Donna. He imagines Diana socking Slade in the face. The entire Justice League kicking him to the curb. He thinks about calling out to Clark. Yelling “Superman!”. But he’s fairly sure the walls are lined with lead, and he would rather die a torturous death then let the guy he practical sees as another father figure to catch him like this.
He’s alone.
He takes Slade into his mouth.
It’s salty, not a bad taste but it instantly makes Dick gag. He pulls back- eyes panicked. He looks up at Slade; tears nearly shed and face aflame. He expects the man to react in anger, annoyance. Actually, he’s shocked the man even let him pull back in the first place. Half expecting him to push him fully down till his mouth reached the base. Cringing at the thought.
Slade stares at Dick. Saying nothing.
A spark of foolish bravery peaks through the cracks of Dicks broken pride. “So? What’s with the staring, creep? Have nothing to say? Huh!?” Dick barks out. Dick would rather Slade taunt him than this silence he’s been given. The taunting suddenly stops when Dick finally does what he’s told? Fuck that. He will not make this easy for the man.
He can’t handle it. He needs someone else’s voice to silence out the ticking of the gears. The grotesque sounds he will make when he properly starts to give what this man wants.
Dick heaves in and out. Seething at the damn black and orange mask. The one, singular eye staring down at Dick as he’s on his knees for him.
“You want my comments on this, Apprentice? My praise, my critiques?” Slade Ask’s.
Dick’s confidence droops. “I, uh, I just”- Slade stares, expecting. Dick growls “Screw you! Just guide me how to do this. Unless you want to have a bad time.”- Dick bites the inside of his cheek “Master...” he whispers, low and submissive yet his eyes still burn with hate.
“I’ll ignore your insolent tone and use of words. You are asking your master to help train you, after all. Your eagerness to competently please me is a sign of progress, of obedience. Well, done apprentice.” Slade praises the boy.
He bristles at the compliments.
“Very well, now, spit on your hands.” Slade orders.
Dick hesitates, then proceeds to take of his gloves without command. Slade gives the slightest of nods. He did good. Gloves now off, Dick leans down and spits on his hands; blushing, embarrassed as he sees the glob of spit splattered on his hands.
“Good, now take a hold of me. Your grip firm, but not too tight.”
Dick does what he says. Follows the command like its second nature, because it is second nature. He may be the leader of the titans, but he was Batman’s sidekick once. His partner. Taking commands comes as naturally as commanding them. Funnily enough, Slade ordering him around makes it easier for Dick. Whilst deep down he knows this is forced, the command feels like his choice is taken. He needs that to be mentally stable right now.
Weirdly enough, it makes him think of Bruce.
Whilst Bruce would never do anything like this in a million years. He would never abuse him like this because this is what it is: abuse. The familiarity brings forth a sense of comfort to the boy. Its trusting.
That’s scary.
He takes the man in his hands. His grip tightly around him. he feels it twitch, shaking Dick which causes him to flinch.
Slap!
A loud clapping sound booms across the base, and a burning sensation stings his cheek.
Dicks head is slapped sideways. He’s stunned for a bit, about to curse at Slade for hitting him, fight back, do something to retaliate. But he remembers what Slade ordered and lessens his grip. Staring at the hand that slapped him. The hand with the button.
He starts to move his hand.
“Ah, very good, Apprentice. Looks like you didn’t need too much help.” Slade remarks.
Dick feels his mind go blank as he slowly jerks Slade off. Staring off at the button in Slade’s hand.
An apprentice following his master’s commands.
It’s a bit choppy at the start but slowly Dick gets the hang of it. Gripping tighter at the tip of his master’s cock and slowly going down. Moving his hands down and up rather than up and down. He figures if that’s how he likes it, his master will like it too. He’s not wrong.
Whilst Slade doesn’t indicate that he’s enjoying what Dick’s doing, he hasn’t berated him yet.
The throbbing cock in his hands is also a tell.
He feels it going dry so without prompt, he spits more saliva on his hands and keeps going.
He watches the button intently, eyes every so minute glancing at his master.
He feels it going dry again, he’s about to spit before Slade stops him.
“No need for that. Its time for your next instructions. Lick it.” Slade says smoothly.
Dick swallows a lump in his throat. Still staring at the hand with the trigger. He leans forwards and licks the tip. Once again, it’s still salty but he swears its more potent. He hesitantly licks at the tip again.
“Yes, Apprentice, now take it into your mouth.” Dick can hear the slight change of tone in his voice.
After licking at the tip, he slowly takes more of the red bulbous in his mouth. Slightly sucking at the tip, a salty, tanging taste blooming on his tongue. He realises its precum and shudders. Struggling not to gag.
“You can do better than that apprentice.”
Dick takes that challenge and puts more of his cock into his mouth; he gags reflexively when it hits too deep. He hears Slade grunt at that. He tries to growl but it comes out gurgled. He leans back a bit so less of it is in his mouth. Easier to manage. Then leans forward again.
Eventually, Dick moves his head forward and backwards, sucking as he does so. He takes till he just about to gag and then goes back and then down. Up and down and up and down.
Dicks eyes are closed as he does this, not being able to stand the embarrassment. Its no matter, as Slade’s put the button away in favour of gripping Dicks hair. His black locks peeking through the tight grip Slade has on him. It pulls slightly, a little sting, as Dick rocks his head back forth.
Dicks surprised that Slade hasn’t reciprocated yet. Besides the occasion twitch of his hand or quiet grunt, he hasn’t down anything. He hasn’t forced Dick down to chock on cock like what Dick thought he would. Dick believed that as soon as he started to actually suck him off Slade would force him down and choke him. But he hasn’t. he’s remained perfectly still.
The most surprising thing is the betrayal of Dicks own body. He feels himself throb. The familiar feeling of arousal hitting his body. Shames spread throughout him. How could he get turned on by being forced to lower himself to the enemy? The man that holds his friends’ lives. The man that kidnapped him- the man that holds him captured. The man that’s hurt him- is hurting him. forcing him…
The man that’s… raping him? Does this count? Robin has no idea. All of it, its all too much. This isn’t how he wanted his first experience to be like. He imagined it with Starfire.
Star…
The thought of the bright, kind girl brings more tears. Her smile, he gorgeous yellow skin that’s so, so warm. Every time she hugs you, you feel loved in her embrace. Her smile, her red, fiery and uncontrolled hair. Her kindness.
Dick aches to be with her now. She would hold him, would say “do not worry, friend Robin, I am here for you”. Sometimes he can tell when she struggles to articulate herself around others. She tries her best to speak “more human”, but she has nothing to worry about. She’s already perfect.
She’s so fierce and passionate, Robin feels that their so different, yet so similar. Somehow, Star just gets Robin. He feels like he can be open about his feelings like he couldn’t when he was with Bruce. Kory is so different from Bruce in the best ways.
Whilst Slade is so much like him in the worst.
The ach doesn’t stop and he feels himself getting hard, he stifles a sob around Slade. The vibration no doubt sending pleasure through the man.
Starfire, please. Dick doesn’t know what he pleas for.
Another sob comes out, and another, then tears start rolling down his face.
He’s full on crying now, big fat tears roll down his face in streams. Snot leaking out one of his nostrils as he snorts and sobs, gagging around the huge cock in his throat.
The embarrassment of crying in front of Slade makes him cry harder. The stress of everything that’s happened to Dick and is going to happen to him finally catching up.
He can’t handle it. He wants his team.
He wants Bruce.
“Calm down” Slade says. His voice oddly, soothing.
Dick looks up at the man, so vulnerably.
Slade releases his hold on his hair and softly takes Dick face.
Two hands softly holding onto the boy’s face, Slade gently rubs his thumb on Dick’s cheek. Calming the boy.
“It’s expected for your first time to be overwhelming, no need to be embarrassed. Actually, I’m quite impressed on what you’ve done so far.” Slade wipes at his tears.
Slade’s words make Dick wanting. Unintentionally and unknowingly, he leans into the man’s touch. Pride peeking through at the older man’s compliment.
He wants to do good.
“Since your so eager to please, I’ll reward you.” He nudges Dick’s growing bulge with his shoe.
Dick flinches at the sensation, the touch sending sparks of pleasure through his groin. He looks back up at Slade warily. Not knowing if he should except the man’s offer.
Slade sees this confliction and offers a solution. “I was nearly close…” he starts. Dick gulps.
“… if you chose to start back up again, I’ll come quickly. When you start back up again, I’ll keep at this.” He nudges Dick’s groin again, making him groan.
“A good distraction, that will leave us both pleased.” He finishes.
He stares down at the boy, waiting. Its daunting.
Dick can’t see the button anymore, but he nods all the same. Nudging the hands away from his face as he swipes at his eyes. Clearing them.
He stares up at the man, daring… and takes him back in his mouth.
Hands clutching at Slade’s thighs and starts sucking.
Slade starts to rub at the hardness in Dick’s pants.
Dick keeps his focus on the sensation of Slade’s boot grinding on his cock. It nudges at the head and causes Dick to audibly moan. The moan vibrating on the cock in his mouth as he continues to suck. Moving his tongue down and up the length of Slade’s cock. He then flicks it back to the tip of Slade’s cock head, swirling his tongue around and then sucking hard at the tip. Leaving it slightly purple and swollen.
The sound of Slade’s pleased sigh sends shivers throughout out Dick’s body. Making his cock thump.
Slade keeps at grinding down on Dick. Dick tries to lean more into, wanting more friction, the sensation between the insistent rubbing of his pants and the skin of his cock burns at Dick. Sending painful sparks next to the pleasure. The distraction makes him grind even harder along with Slade. Momentarily forgetting about the throbbing cock in his mouth.
Slade stops. Planting his foot back to the ground.
Dick takes the man out of his mouth, looking up at him, confused. Still holding his pulsing cock, moving his hand up and down in small motions.
Slade stares at him, patiently.
Dick takes the man back in his mouth and starts sucking.
Slade keeps both his legs and feet very still; Dick takes that as permission to grind his groin up and down the man’s leg. He looks up through lidded eyes at the mask. Hallowing his cheeks more and sucking harder. Going up and down on the man’s cock. He gags every time is reaches too far but goes back down anyway.
Slade reaches a hand back behind his head and fiddles for a bit. Dick looks questioningly, but never stops pleasuring the man, grabbing the bases of Slade’s cock and gripping firmly as he jacks him off as he now sucks at the tip. The wetness from his saliva providing perfect lube for his warm hands to please the man.
Dick watches as Slade takes off his mask.
His eyes widen in shock. A fury of emotions speed through his mind as he takes in his archenemy’s appearance.
Burst of white hair is all Dick sees. He hadn’t expected the man to have pure white hair, not grey or pale blond, white.
Medium, white, well-kept hair. It stops just below his jaw and its irritatingly perfect despite being held behind a mask for who knows long. He wouldn’t expect anything else from Slade.
Along with stark white hair he has a similar coloured, neatly trimmed goatee. He has pale skin and sports an eyepatch where his right eye should be. I guess the one eye wasn’t just for show. Dick thinks to himself, staring at the lone blue eye as it stares back at him.
Dick growls around Slade yet not stopping.
He’s angry. After all this time this is how he finds out what the man looks like behind the mask. Fighting to take off that stupid, bleak, black and orange mask when it doesn’t even seem like Slade cared all that much.
Or he plans on never letting Dick go.
Dick, for the first ever, gets to see Slade show a slither of emotion as he watches the man’s lip spread into a conniving smirk. It irritates the boy to no ends at the man’s pure cockiness. He struggles to not accidently bite down, the smirk causing his eyes to slightly wet as a pang of something confusing pulses in his chest.
He moves his hands faster.
Slade grunts.
Dick looks down and closes his eyes, scrunching them as he tries to get Slade to completion. His angry, so angry. He wants to scream.
He gyrates and grinds harder on Slade’s leg. Humping wildly as he feels something familiar grow inside him.
Screw you, I hate you.
Tears slip out between his eyes when Slade grips at Dick chin, cock still in his mouth.
“That’s it, kid. Like that.” He urges on Dick in a raspy voice. Voice finally clear of the mechanical tone he had through his mask.
He pumps the cock in his mouth faster, pressure building down below as he keeps grinding.
“Ah!” Dick squeals around Slade. Tears pouring out harder.
He’s about to cum.
Dick pants and cries as he continues his onslaught on Slade’s cock, the man, whilst clearly enjoying himself, much more put together than Dick.
Suddenly, Slade grips the back of Dicks head and pulls him closer.
He tastes something funny as Slade finally moves his foot and grinds down on Dick’s cock one last time. Making Dick see stars.
Dick cries as he comes with a shout, world momentarily going white.
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His ears a ringing, yet the world sounds silent. Dick stares at nothing. Panting, out of breath. Feeling sticky and gross. He looks down at the wet spot in his pants, cheeks heating in embarrassment. In shame.
His throat feels bruised, wreck from his own doing. He swallows and he swears he can still taste it.
Taste Slade’s come.
“Swallow.” Slade commanded.
Then he did. He swallowed all of it on command, following orders just like he was taught. He continues to stare down at his crotch as his growing mortification of what just happens sinks in. The taste of Slade’s bitter come in his mouth. Dick feels sick.
He didn’t hesitate.
He just did it.
He feels dizzy. Oh my god, what have I’ve done?
Panic tries to slip its way up but its shortly stopped by Dick’s growing numbness.
Now staring at the ground. He doesn’t say a word. He hears the sound of rustling but doesn’t make a move.
“Now then…” the content voice of Slade rings out in Dick’s ears. Using one hand to grip at Dick’s chin once again, he lifts his head up. He goes along without any struggle. Slumped in defeat.
He catches sight of the man’s utility belt. As he had forgotten about it. He doesn’t care though, as he looks up at the man in indifference, numbness across his body. He had taken Slade’s form of discipline and would never be the same again. His mind shows flashes of Bruce and his friends, but he quickly shuts it down. He just doesn’t care.
“… time for your punishment.” Slade tells Dick and suddenly everything stops.
Punishment? What does he mean punishment? Was that not the punishment. Emotion engulfs Dick’s body, his mind and soul again. He feels a white, hot rage ignite inside him as he stares incredulously at the man above him.
Body shaking. He’s angry, sad, frustrated, confused and scared as he mutters out a small “Was that not the punishment?”. His voice quiet but steady.
Slade shakes his head, patronizing, chuckling to himself. “Oh, Robin…” He purrs out. Its condescendingly, sweet tone ringing out as he lifts him up with ease by the grip of his chin. Dick struggles in his grasped as he’s lifted up to be head-to-head to Slade.
The condescending man leans in to whisper in his ear, expression awfully fond.
“That was all you”.
Robin throws out a punch.