"You're sure you can handle it? I can reschedule my thing if you're not sure-"

"We'll be fine, Robin," Raven cut him off. "Cyborg and I can handle the team for one night. You go out and have some fun."

Robin wanted to object further, out of principle, but kept his mouth shut. This night was the culmination of several months of online chats with the mysterious Master Wilson, and he didn't want to mess it up.

- line break -

Six months ago, Robin came across something slightly more...kinky than his usual online midnight viewings. Just an image of a woman tying her lover to the bed, practically innocent compared to all he's seen since. Since then, however, one thing led to another until one day he found himself making an account on a Master/Slave matchmaking site, and, thus, Master Wilson came into his life.

Master Wilson was more than he ever could have hoped for. His orders always lined up with Robin's own kinks perfectly, and there was something both facinating and familiar about the man's hidden identity (he used a voice modulator, not even letting him hear his voice, let alone see his face), which he had promised to reveal tonight. On top of that, he was also the perfect level of controlling - he knew exactly where to draw the line and, despite not knowing the details of his work, was very understanding when it got in the way, only ever punishing him for leaving if he did so without saying goodbye.

For the last four months, Master Wilson had been training him online to be his perfect slave and now was the time to put all that training to the test. Their first meeting. Their first proper scene. It was all happening tonight.

Still..."I won't go if you guys aren't certain you can handle it."

"Dude!" Cyborg practically yelled. "Have a little faith, it's just one night! We'll be okay. Now go!"

Robin didn't have to be told twi- a third time. He barely managed not to run out of the room, and was speeding away from the tower on his bike in a matter of minutes.

-line break-

Robin rode to the previously agreed address, stopping only once, to get changed. His Master had told him to wear whatever he wanted there, as he would soon be stripped out of it, but Robin thought it best not to show up in his uniform. Instead he wore a tight red t-shirt that was slightly too short, riding up to reveal a sliver of his abs, and a pair of criminally tight leather pants, which were getting uncomfortable quickly.

He parked his bike outside the address and looked up at the tall building, grinning to himself. Master Wilson's loaded, he thought, I wonder how many more toys he'll have for me.

Master Wilson had sent him several toys over the past few weeks, powerful, probably expensive, electronic toys that he held the remote for, controlling him from afar with artificial stimulation. He was still wearing the plug he had been sent that morning. He didn't actually have a choice in the matter, because it had swollen to be three times its original size shortly after he'd put it in. He wouldn't be able to get it out without risking tearing himself. Besides, the one time he'd tried to, it had shocked him.

He raised his hand to knock when he reached the door, but it swung open in front of him. Inside was a dark shadowy room, so dark he couldn't see the walls or anything within it, save two bright spotlights, one illuminating a table, the other a cushion set upon the ground.

He hesitated at the boundary - this was really it! - but was spurred into action when the plug inside him shocked him again. He walked in, moving as slowly as he dared in order to take it all in.

On the table were several toys - some locking leather cuffs and a thick blindfold - all laid out neatly for Robin, and a note which read,

Slave,

You are almost at the point of no return. You will strip and outfit yourself with the wrist and ankle cuffs, you will blindfold yourself and you will kneel for me in the second spotlight, with your ankles fastened to the ring embedded in the floor. Once you display yourself for me as I have described, it will be taken as legal agreement for me to do everything I plan to do to you. You don't have a safeword. If there is any act that you do not agree to, write it in the allocated spot below. Understand that everything else is fair game.

Good luck,

Master Wilson.

Robin hesitated at the spot, before scrawling down a few unwanted kinks. As much as he was attracted to Master Wilson, he didn't want him to piss on him or make him call him 'daddy'. Robin shuddered lightly at the thought.

He gave himself a moment to think, before adding 'I will need to be able to work at a very active job tomorrow. I would like to still be in useable condition, bearing in mind that I have worked with injuries before and have a high pain tolerance.'

After a few seconds more thought, he added, 'I will need to be released for work before eight tomorrow morning, with wearable clothes and access to my bike.'

Best not to give his Master the option of keeping him for too long.

To signify his consent, despite not being asked to, he signed the bottom right corner of the note. There. That was that.

Robin was quick to pull off his top, giving his soon-to-be-trapped shoulders a good stretch while he did so, turning it in to a full body stretch as he pulled off his leather pants, almost entirely without bending his legs, instead bending only at the hips, sticking his ass up in the air. He knew his Master was watching and wanted to give him a show.

When he was fully nude, he grabbed the toys from the table and walked over to the cushion, settling himself on his knees and twisting around to cuff his ankles together, slipping the thick leather strap between them through the ring in the floor. He had already noted that there were no keys, so the quiet snap of the cuffs sounded, to him, like the door of a cage slamming shut. (Who knows, perhaps he'd hear that for real that night.)

It was already too late to turn back, but, then again, it had been since he put that plug inside of himself. Or maybe it had been when he first spoken to his Master online. Or when he first came at his Master's instruction.

He moved on to the blindfold. When he put it on, it made very little difference - the only thing he'd been able to see was himself anyway, seeing as the spotlight on the table had turned off as soon as he'd sat down. Still, there was something exciting at having his sight taken from him - perhaps that his Master could see him clearly but he still couldn't see him, or anything else, for that matter. That he would have no idea what was coming.

Now for the handcuffs.

He made sure he was sat comfortably, shifting his position a little and finding himself practically straddling the cushion, his knees spread wide and displaying his already rock hard cock.

He didn't give himself any time to second guess himself, slipping his wrists into the cuffs with some effort, trying to do it behind his back awkwardly.

There was a click as the final cuff closed, and then he was trapped, defenseless, with his Master.

Robin tugged on his cuffs, trying to see if there was any give at all, but knew that, without a doubt, he wasn't going anywhere until his Master wanted him to. He knew that no matter how much he struggled, or pleaded, or screamed, he had no control over what would happen to him. He shivered with delight, feeling the prickling warm sensation of arousal forcing a flush through his body.

He sat there for what felt like an hour, panting and swallowing and fidgeting with his cuffs, before he heard footsteps and immediately fell still.

The footsteps stopped right in front of him, and Robin raised his head, despite not being able to see. A hand stroked his cheek, shifting down to grab his chin and force his head further back.

"Hello there, Slave," came the deep, distorted voice. "I am glad to finally meet you. You have no idea how long I've waited for this."

Robin swallowed, but said nothing. He hadn't been given permission to speak.

The hand moved to stroke his throat, slowly moving up and down his pulse point, and Robin couldn't help but shiver.

"I have a few more things for you, my Pet." The hand left him for a second, before cool leather pressed into his throat. Robin resisted the compulsion to move away. Master Wilson wrapped the collar around his neck, buckling and padlocking it securely to display his ownership. Robin raised his head a little higher and couldn't help a small smile.

Some part of his mind felt almost...fuzzy - he was slipping into the Slave headspace, where he responded to his Master without question. It had taken months of training, but - through the simple association between orgasms and obedience, and pain and disobedience - he'd managed to train his brain into responding to orders and his Master with pleasure. In short, when he allowed himself to slip away into his Slave headspace, it was technically possible to cum just by pleasing his Master, and it was horrifically difficult, near painful, to disobey him.

They were both proud of how far Robin had come.

There was a pause while his Master surveyed him. "Hmm. Pet, I doubt you'll be pleased to hear this, but I think I want you a bit bothered before I begin with you." His Master petted his hair while he spoke, and Robin fought not to be distracted by his gentle hands. Not just yet. "I'll have to tire you out a little bit. Cut out any spirit you might feel like showing."

Robin both did and didn't like the sound of that. He revelled the feeling that he might be in danger, and his cock became painful as his Master continued to talk, and touch, but not give him any of the things that he so desperately needed.

Robin flinched at the bizarre sensation of the plug inside him shrinking until it was small enough for Master Wilson to remove. Robin had to bite back a moan, chewing on his bottom lip, when the plug was replaced by hot, slick fingers. They eagerly searched out his prostate, pressing hard against it, making Robin see stars.

A hand on his jaw pulled the lip from between his teeth, just as his fingers struck forcefully, drawing a moan from him. After a few seconds, the fingers slipped out and hands came to his waist, guiding him to sit halfway up on his knees. The hands paused to caress his buttocks, then left him.

Without warning, Robin felt something pushing inside him. It lacked the warmth and softness of his Master's flesh, meaning that it was another toy for him.

Instead of pushing it in all the way, as Robin had been expecting, his Master stopped after putting only the head inside of him, which quickly swelled, keeping it firmly inside. Satisfied that it wasn't coming out, he then chained Robin's wrists to the ring his ankles were attached to, keeping him from moving up any further (and so keeping him from trying to lift up off the toy in his ass (an act which would have taken some amount of stretching to accomplish), which appeared to be stuck to the ground). When Robin felt he was perfectly outfitted, with exactly the right amount of bondage and the dildo a perfect size for him, his Master tipped the scales by fitting a ring around his now straining cock, just to be an asshole.

"There. Now don't you just look beautiful, Pet." Satisfaction dripped through his Master's tone. "Do as you please. I'm sure it will be... entertaining to watch." Robin swallowed, the sensation oddly tight with the constriction around his neck. He wasn't sure what his Master had planned, or what exactly he had done, but he was sure he wouldn't enjoy it. He couldn't even slip into his headspace properly, not while his Master called him 'Pet' and not the trigger word 'Slave', which required frequent use in order to drive him down.

"Hmm, what to do now? Oh..." Robin felt his breath on his face. He could sense his Master's presence, certain that his hands were just millimetres away from his flesh, that if he shifted forwards just an inch his Master would touch him, caress him, play with him properly - but he didn't dare move.

Without warning, sharp teeth bit one hard nipple. Robin yelped, in surprise, in pain, in arousal - he wasn't quite sure which feeling took centre stage. All he could focus on was the hot sensation of his Master's mouth wrapped around his sensitive nipple, of the electricity it sent down to his bound cock. Master Wilson's hand came up to fondle his other nipple, twisting it harshly to elicit another cry of pleasure and pain.

Robin could feel saliva dripping down his chest from his Master's mouth, and shivered. He wondered how his Master managed to hold on so tightly while his chest convulsed, both with heavy panting and instinctive squirming.

His Master released both nipples at once, then licked his way across his slave's chest messily. The heat, the wet and the soft, unpredictable tongue all combined to drive Robin mad. Robin felt saliva pool in his bellybutton, while more of it reached his thighs, which were starting to feel the strain of his position.

"Mm," his Master pulled back, replacing the voice filter he'd removed in order to use his mouth, "You taste so delicious, Pet, but I might have to add a topping or two," he chuckled.

"I'll be right back," he said, ruffling Robin's hair once before leaving him alone and pent up. He let out a little whine at his predicament, twisting his hands in the cuffs, but there was nothing he could do about his situation. And he was loving it.

-line break-

Slade smirked at his prize. It had taken several months of work, but, finally, he had his little bird firmly within his grasp. By his own volition, too.

He couldn't take his eyes off him, the panting mouth, the slick and damp chest, the rock hard cock. All his to play with. Legally.

He couldn't wait for Robin to realise exactly what he'd put inside him. Even though he'd been stretched, the girth of the dildo, which became greater and greater further down, would be far too much for him if he slipped down so much as an inch. He would have to hold himself up on his knees uncomfortably, too low to support himself easily, but too high to rest himself on his heels. Eventually he would tire and slip, then stretch, then lift himself again, fucking himself just to avoid the pain. Delicious.

More than that, he couldn't wait to fuck the hero himself. He had to though - he'd spent too long planning this just to blow it all away out of impatience. Blow it...that might be a solution, for now at least.

Plus, even if the worst came to the worst, he still had his trump card: Robin's mental conditioning. He still couldn't quite believe that the headstrong, stubborn, fiercely independent teen had let him tamper with his mind. It had taken a lot of self-control not to call out to his 'Slave' every time he battled him on rooftops, even just to see what would happen.

Slade regarded the teen before him. In Robin's current condition, he knew that the boy would be completely unable to resist him. His cock twitched at the thought of all the things he would do to the boy that night, all while he was trying desperarely to resist him, but couldn't. And, in the end, it would be his own actions, his own desires, that brought him there.

Even though he had cameras filming everything, he couldn't help but take a few snapshots by himself, taking pleasure in the satisfaction of taking the pictures himself and in his Slave's tense expression at the noise.

-line break-

Robin was struggling. Strong as he was, it was difficult to maintain the position his Master had put him in, and even though he was allowed to move back down, he wanted to please his Master by staying put for as long as possible. Besides, judging by his words and his tone, a punishment awaited him if he moved down.

It was just safer in general for him to stay put.

He didn't think he would get much choice in the matter however - his knees were going to give out at any second.

Click.

Robin immediately paled at the sound of a camera. He hadn't expected evidence of this little tryst. After a small internal debate he called out, "What was that?" His first words all night.

Click.

"That isn't your concern, Slave, but if you must know, I'm taking pictures. Smile." Robin got the distinct feeling that the man was smirking.

Robin opened his mouth to protest, but realised that he had no argument. He had been offered a list where he could have refused pictures, but he hadn't thought to.

Click

This was the consequence.

"You don't seem too happy about this, Pet," his Master said, ever merciful. "I think I should put the camera aside for the moment and start playing again, don't you agree?"

"Yes, please, Master."

"Good Boy," his Master said, his distorted tone pleased. "Now, what to do to you..."

Robin twitched at a hand on his thigh. After a few moments, it began to move up and down, up and down, stroking the sensitive skin, sending burning trails through him. Robin swallowed and fought to keep his concentration. He refused to fall down just yet.

Unfortunately, Master Wilson didn't plan to give him any choice. The hand shifted in its path, moving inexorably towards Robin's cock, before pausing, just to thumb at his inner thigh, tickling and burning in equal measure. Robin whimpered. He knew he couldn't last much longer.

There was a slow, cold breeze on the tip of his cock, before, for just a second, a warm mouth engulfed it.

Robin screamed and sank down on the dildo inside him immediately discovering the problem. It was huge! He pulled himself up, trying to move as far away as possible, but the head stayed firmly within his ass. No matter what he did, no matter how much he struggled, he was stuck there with a two-inch-wide dildo shoved up his ass. And it was only a matter of time before he fell down again.

His Master chuckled at his predicament. "I see you've discovered the problem. I didn't really feel like stretching you myself, so I thought I'd just make you do it for me."

Robin felt his thighs trembling. He didn't have much time. "What do you want?" Bargaining. That seemed like the way to go. It was always the way to go with Master Wilson, who always held all of the cards, and only ever wanted Robin's dignity, body and mind.

"I doubt you could offer me anything that I couldn't just take for myself. Or, for that matter, anything I'd value more than watching you struggle." Dammit.

"Please." Robin slipped down a few centimetres, the pain of the stretch almost like electricity, startling him back upwards, only to be stopped by the chains and the swollen head, which caught painfully. "I'll do anything."

He listened carefully for his Master, trying to figure out what he would do next. There was the snap of a bottle cap, then something dripped onto his chest. Judging by the slow way in which it slid down his front, leaving a trail, it was viscous, but still very liquid. More drops hit his torso, from his jutting-out hip-bones to the slender column of his neck, moving randomly so that he could never tell where it would land next. The feeling of the drops wasn't particularly exciting to Robin, but he knew it was only preparation for the next step.

When it stopped, there was a long slow silence, broken only by the click of his Master's camera as he evidenced Robin's debauched state.

Robin bit his lip in discomfort. He really hated the photos, the evidence, but he didnt have a choice in the matter. He'd technically already agreed to them.

Robin waited, panting and trembling in the darkness and silence, for his Master to make a move. He wriggled slightly, unconsciously trying to entice him closer to his vulnerable body.

There was a chuckle right in his face. Robin tried to more forwards for a kiss, but was stopped by the dildo shifting inside of him. He whined pitifully in the back of his throat when he heard his Master move away from his face, then choked back a cry when he, once again, felt a tongue, hot and wet, on his chest.

Shoulder to hip and hip to shoulder, his Master licked up the mysterious substance messily, leaving half of it in place and replacing the other half with saliva, leaving burning skin behind. His nipples were sucked clean, the tongue attacking every crevice it could dig into. Once they were raw, his Master attatched clamps to them, exacerbating the pain and pleasure caused by the treatment.

Robin felt dirty. It was good.

Eventually, his Master moved back up towards his face, and pulled him into a dominating kiss which tasted like chocolate. His head was held firmly between his Master's hands, unable to pull back of move forwards, his mouth controlled by the foreign invader which was his tongue. He submitted to him instantly, simply enjoying the sensations and the taste of his Master, panting into his mouth and pulling at his hands behind his back, just wishing he could touch him.

It would have been perfect if it wasn't for his legs. Several times throughout the kiss his control had slipped, almost plunging him down onto the dildo. Every time it happened, it was slightly less painful, and his Master smiled into his mouth. After a short eternity, his Master pulled back with a satisfied smack of his lips.

There was silence for a moment, then a familiar wet noise as his Master stroked his cock. Robin whined, opening his mouth and sticking out his tongue in invitation. He'd seen enough of his Master's cock over their internet meetings to know he wanted it in his mouth. He'd even been practising with the toys his Master had sent him, and was confident he would be able to deep throat him, despite the almost impossible size.

His Master chuckled at him, and decided to make him an offer. "Maybe if you beg me well enough, Slave, I'll let you have a proper taste, how about that?"

Robin wasted no time at all. Not only had he wanted to suck Master's cock for literally months, he was certain that if he pleased him he would be allowed off of the dildo. Plus the trigger word 'Slave' practically forced him into pleasure himself, a desire to please controlling him. "Please, Master Wilson, please, I need your cock it's so massive and I know I can take it, please, please, please, let me pleasure you, let me taste you, I want you in my mouth, I'll be good, I promise, I'll do whatever you say, just please let me have it..."

Robin continued in this manner for a few minutes, pulling at the cuffs and dragging himself as far forwards as he could, ignoring the burn as he pulled at the dildo, desperate just to taste his Master's cum, while his Master's breathing became harsher and harsher and his movements became faster and faster until he said, with barely an imperfection in his voice, "What's my name, Slave?"

"Master Wilson, please!" Robin panted, tongue hanging out, ready to taste his Master's cum.

His Master chuckled. "What's my real name?" there was a pause as he removed the voice distorter, "Little Bird."

Robin paled at the all-too-familar baritone. "Slade." He whispered, his extremely vulnerable situation suddenly feeling exactly so, as humiliation and fear rushed through him in one cold sensation.

And that was when he got his taste.

-Line break-

I don't have many proper plans after this. Like, I have some, but I'm not sure that they're enough to continue with. Basically, give me prompts for things to do within the story.

I've given everything a massive edit to fit with how I'm doing chapter 2, which is on the way. Bear in mind that I have no plans for this and am making this up as I go along.

PS everything with the lack of a safe word, and Slade knowing that Robin doesnt like the pictures but continuing with them anyway - yeah they're not good. Slade shouldn't be doing that. Especially with their first encounter.Also Robin is 18 here. Paedos, begone!