"Alright, Slade," Robin said, spitting out his words, "You have a deal."
Slade chuckled, low in his throat. Part of Robin preened at pleasing him, while the rest was disgusted with himself for doing so.
"Now," Slade said, his hands idly fiddling with the clamps on Robin's trapped nipples. They'd been placed there too long ago, and were getting beyond painful. "What to do with you first? We've got nine hours until I have to let you go, Pet, what would you like to do?"
"Kick your ass," Robin muttered, trying, unsuccessfully, to pull away from Slade's threatening grip.
Slade tugged harshly on one, just for a second, sending a shock of pain down Robin's spine and reminding him of the consequences of upsetting him. With a sigh, he said, "I had hoped to have something of a civil conversation with you, Slave, but you seem to insist on being belligerent."
He paused, taking in a sharp breath as if thinking of something, though Robin knew he had had every second of this night planned out in full. "Hm, maybe you can try to get your wish after all, Slave, but first..."
The pressure on Robin's shoulders reappeared before he could try to figure out Slade's last statement.
"Stop it, Slade, I didn't do anything!" Robin twisted his head and shoulders from side to side, as if that could really do anything, rebelling against the undeserved punishment.
"But you agree that I can punish you if you deserve it? Interesting..."
"Shut it, Slade, you know that's not what I meant!"
"That's exactly what you meant, Slave, and I'd appreciate it if you sorted out your manners, or your punishments will become much worse." Still, Slade removed his hands from Robin's shoulders, letting the teen relieve the pressure, even as he started to drop into the subspace, due to Slade's repeated use of the trigger word. "If you'd trusted your Master and let me finish, I'd have explained that I want you to finish stretching yourself."
Robin paled. "You want me to...Slade, I can't! It's too-"
"You will address me as Master and nothing else!" Slade boomed, a shock of electrical fear shooting through Robin at his Master's displeasure.
"Sorry, Master." The words dropped easily and automatically from his lips.
"Better, Slave," Robin felt a rush of pleasure at his Master's words. It took him longer than he would have liked to notice it, and even then he couldn't dispell it.
"Slave, you know that you can trust me, at least in this regard. I've never asked you to do something you werent capable of. You know that I won't let you be hurt...at least, not undeservingly, and not in a way that you won't enjoy."
The hands returned to his shoulders, but didn't push him. "Trust me, Slave. You can take this."
"I trust you, Master," Robin whispered, starting to lower himself slowly, relishing in the pain of the burn, and pulling up when it got too much. He was happy. He was pleasing his Master.
Shit.
Robin snarled, pulling himself up and trying to drag himself away from Slade's hands. "You're using the trigger!" he accused, blood burning in arousal at the trigger and in pain at speaking so disrespectfully.
"Of course," Slade admitted freely. "I never said I wouldn't."
"But the bet-"
"You knew what I was going to do. You knew what I had at my disposal. If you didn't want me to use the trigger you should have said so before you agreed to our deal."
"Damnit, Slade, you know that's not fair!"
"What do I care for 'fair'? I care for results, which are exactly what I'll get.
"And," he added, "I told you how to address me. Do I need to punish you, Slave, in order to gain your obedience? I thought we were past that."
Robin hissed at the trigger, scrabbling to keep control of his mind - "No, Master, I'm sorry, Master, it won't happen again," - with limited success.
"Better, Slave." Again came the rush of pleasure.
Robin couldn't fight it, but he couldn't afford to lose the bet. Back to bargaining, "What do I have to do to keep you from using the trigger, Master?"
"Good question, Pet," relief, genuine relief, flooded Robin at the demeaning moniker, "If you do as I say, I suppose I'll have no need for it, will I?"
"No, Master," the words rolled too easily off Robin's tongue, "I promise I'll do as you say."
"Good Pet," there was a rush at pleasing his Master, but a milder one than before, "You can start by finishing stretching yourself."
Robin shuddered, wanting nothing more than to disobey, but finding himself moving almost against his will. He couldn't help wanting to please his Master, the best he could do was retain his awareness at this stage.
Up and down and down and up, Robin fucked himself on the giant dildo, forcing more and more of it inside him. At every movement, some part of it brushed against his prostate, sending shivers of pleasure through him, making him weak at the knees, a dangerous feeling in his position.
At one point, just as he pushed himself up after almost tearing himself, it occurred to him that if he was torn, the pain would probably jolt him out of the half-trance his Master - Slade, just call him Slade - had put him in. Not to mention that he wouldn't want to be fucked, and would be less likely to beg, regardless of whatever kind of state his Mast- Slade had put him in.
He really didn't want an injury like that...but it was better than the alternative. Who knew what Slade had planned, or how much worse he could do to him if Robin allowed him another night?
Decision made, Robin lowered himself quickly, ignoring how the head and then side brushed his prostate, at how sweetly he was filled, at how painful the stretch was, pushing himself towards his final goal, of injury.
The burn became greater the further down he went. This was almost a new kind of pain, the burn no longer pleasant, almost sharp - he'd never tried to take something big enough to tear him before, why would he have?
Just before the moment he would tear, there was a sharp jolt of electricity deep inside him, making him jump up, just a bit, and stay there.
Robin turned his blind eyes upwards, silently accusing Slade, though the man said nothing.
With a slight growl, Robin returned to the task at hand...task at ass? He pushed himself down again, having to go further this time, as he had stretched himself somewhat the time before.
Again, at the last second, came the jolt.
Robin twisted himself to face where he thought Slade was. The man was suspiciously silent, though Robin thought he heard a quiet chuckle somewhere.
A third attempt and a third jolt confirmed it - Slade was keeping him from hurting himself. It would almost be sweet if it wasn't so annoying and vicious.
He'd just have to push through it. Ignore the jolt and keep going regardless of what Slade threw at him.
Robin shifted himself down, stretching himself and fucking himself, forcing the giant dildo further and further up his ass. He'd never taken anything this big before. And it just kept going.
He was past two inches wide, moving on to two-and-a-half, maybe even three. He was so wide open, he wasn't sure how he was going to put himself back together again after this.
At least he'd get it out as soon as he was done - this was only meant to be used for stretching, right? He'd be back in shape by the end of the night. Hopefully.
Or not, he supposed as the burn got worse, remembering exactly what he was doing. This damage would go away with time at least, and would guarantee he'd win himself the bet. He could beat Slade at his own game.
With that in mind, Robin continued moving down, keeping it slow despite his desire to do himself harm. He didn't want Slade to figure out what he was up to - though, then again, it was likely he already had.
Still, the man hadn't done anything yet, and Robin was in the home stretch. He slipped down the final few centimetres between him and assured victory over Slade, feeling himself on the verge of tearing-
And his ass met the floor.
Robin barely held back a low wail of anguish, hints of the sound slipping through his lips. He pulled himself back up and slammed himself down, ignoring the shocks of pleasure it sent through him and trying to force a tear, but it was too late. He was stretched enough to take it, he wouldn't tear, and, now that Slade had doubtless figured out what he was up to, he wasn't going to get the same opportunity again.
Despite this, he forced his exhausted legs up and down, up and down, at first to try to tear himself, but soon because the pleasure was too much to avoid. He was just so full, fuller than he'd ever been before, and every movement he made sent shivers of pleasure through him.
Drops of sweat rolled down his heaving chest as he tried to bring himself to completion, but he was too tired to work quickly enough, and there was still a ring around his cock, which was growing painful from the stimulation without reward. He'd need Slade's help if he wanted to cum, and, boy, did he want to.
"Slade," Robin panted needing to assure himself that the man was at least there.
"What is it, Pet?" Robin groaned quietly at the low timbre of the man who had haunted his dreams and fantasies for months, first as Slade, when he was starting to get into BDSM and longing for a Master; then later as Master Wilson after he had found him. What great luck that he got to be with both of the men of his dreams!
"Please, Master." Robin was struggling to keep moving himself up and down, sure he would soon collapse completely, aching hard and unable to do a thing about it. "Please, I need..." Robin wasn't sure what he needed, just that he needed something.
His Master chuckled. "I know exactly what you need, Pet, but I suppose I should give you a chance at winning the bet..."
Hands pressed down on Robi- on Pet's shoulders, stilling it. Reluctant as it was to stop, Pet trusted its Master. He would give it what it needed.
A hand, softly stroking its cock, was agony to Pet, sweet agony. It moaned, the noise made quiet not by bashfullness, but by the exhaustion that soaked through to its bones.
"Do you want to come, Pet?" The lone hand followed a thick vein, then all but disappeared, leaving only a finger circling the tip, the touch so light Pet wasn't sure it wasn't imagining it.
"Please, Master, please, I beg you, please let me come, I'll do anything..."
"You beg so sweetly, Pet. Don't worry, I'll give you what you need. Am I not a kind Master?"
"You are," Pet twisted its hips into its Master's hand. "You are the kindest and fairest and best Master. Please, just-" Pet cut itself off with a moan of pleasure as its Master's other hand harshly pulled a clamp off of a trapped nipple. Blood rushed painfully to the previously cut-off bud, sending shocks of pleasure into the far-gone Pet.
"So beautiful," its Master whispered, his voice hushed. "One last thing..."
Without warning, the dildo came to life, vibrating violently inside of Pet. It screamed at the overstimulation, forcing out mewling cries mixed with nonsensical begging, anything to make it end and let it come, please, Master.
"As you wish, Pet."
Somehow, the vibration turned up higher, as the hand on his cock took a hold of the ring and pulled it off in one swift motion.
Pet came, screaming and praising its Master's name, before it passed out.
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