A/N: last chapter, if you remember, I thanked, among others, MewMew2. This chapter I hate her a little. Why? Oh, I need a reason? Okay then, she managed to guess what will shock Robin! No, no peeking, just read on… *grin*
Oh, and no, I don't have the guts to REALLY hate her, or she will just go super-mega-evil-beta on my ass and I will spend forever trying to fix all my errors… so I forgive you honey! ; ) Here! Have some guess-correctly-pie!
I didn't escape the super-mega-evil-beta-thing anyway, as that role was taken on by Amirrel last chapter… -grin- thank you, hon, for taking the time! Unfortunately I don't have any cookies left now, so for this chapter corrections will be awarded with lewdly shaped popsicles (all flavors available, even weird ones). Enjoy!
I apologize beforehand: this is a silly chapter. I needed to vent my silliness, and boy, did I ever…
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Chapter 24: Of Matchmakers and Role-players
"So, Will… waddaya think of Duncan, then?" Robin grinned at the assistant who came in with a stack of papers for Slade to read before the first meeting of the morning. Robin had just finished his breakfast while Slade was working. They had been awoken by a phone call bright and early, and Robin was very glad that those calls started to come further and further apart now, as the board and different teams were starting to get a grip on things.
"D-Duncan?" William jumped, clearly still a bit on edge.
"Robin, quiet." Slade ordered. "William, I have to apologize about last night. I didn't mean to upset you in any way. I'm afraid Robin is a very bad influence on me."
The blond man gave Robin a look which clearly said that he didn't agree with his boss.
"Apology accepted, Sir, but I would like to know what it was about. Please?"
"Sure-" Robin started.
"Robin!" Slade interrupted. "Do you know what the word 'quiet' actually means?"
"Nope. I'll look it up." Robin grinned and stood up, moving towards the book-shelf. "Oh, by the way, Will, Duncan has a crush on you."
"What?" The poor assistant gaped.
"Robin!" Slade barked.
"What? Of course he should know! Poor Duncan is too timid to flirt very much, Will might never notice!" Robin defended himself.
"Exactly! Balance, Robin! I don't want some kind of love-drama between a board-member and my assistant, especially not involving someone like Duncan. He'll neglect his job, swooning like a love-sick teenager!" Slade growled.
"L-love-drama?" William stuttered weakly.
"Well, maybe it would be better if they go out on a date?" Robin grinned evilly. "Maybe it's just a fleeting crush? Once he gets it out of his system…?"
"Hmmm… perhaps you're right…" Slade mumbled, and eyed William thoughtfully.
"Wha… date?" the poor man looked like he was trapped in some kind of absurd nightmare, or perhaps an even weirder porn-movie.
"Yes that's right, William. For the good of us all you'll have to fuck Duncan." Robin burst out snickering. "You know what that's called? Karma! Bites you rather hard on the ass, doesn't it? Well, at least you get to top."
"I'm not sure what you are rambling about, Robin, of course William doesn't have to sleep with Duncan." Slade said decisively. "At least… not as things stand at the moment…"
"If things stand, there wouldn't be a problem, though…." Robin smirked and eyed the assistant's crotch.
"Robin!" both the older males in the room joined in this time.
"You two are just no fun. I'm gonna go take a shower." Robin snorted and shook his head. "Will, try to handle you love affairs a bit more subtly the next time, okay?"
"But… I... I've never... I'm not… I don't even really know him!" the blond objected to the closing bathroom door.
"Dated a lot then, have you?" Robin was sitting on poor William's desk, still tormenting him, before Slade's meetings started for the day.
"Robin, please!" Will groaned.
"What? I just asked…" Robin tried to look innocent, which was rather hard as he was wearing tight black jeans-shorts and a fish-net type red top, accented with a dark red, metal studded collar. The clothes had been picked out by Slade, while telling Robin it was because he felt the teen needed to be reminded of who was in charge. Robin hadn't made a fuss, only smiled innocently and called the man 'Master' in such a sultry voice that Slade had had to send him out into the lobby for a while, since he couldn't push back his first meeting just because he wanted to ravage the teasing boy. Therefore William now had to deal with Robin's very good mood, something he didn't seem too happy with.
Suddenly a little warning-signal sounded, and Will straightened up.
"Someone with a high clearance is on the way up."
Robin immediately jumped down from the desk, but didn't have time to make himself scarce before the elevator-doors opened. After they did, Robin really didn't want to leave.
"Hello William, oh, hello Robin." Duncan smiled, obviously surprised to see the pet without his Master.
"Good morning Sir." Robin answered politely, lowering his head.
"H-hello, Sir, what can I do for you?" William asked, blushing a little.
Oh, I could draw you a few pictures… Robin smirked to himself.
Duncan, with his usual soft smile, came all the way up to William's desk, and for a moment Robin wondered if he was going to climb over it as well.
"I'm sorry to come here unannounced, but I wondered… did I leave my pen behind around here somewhere?"
Robin had the years of training with Batman to thank for not losing his cool at that moment.
"I… don't think so." William answered. "I could give you one though, if you need it?"
Robin bit his cheek so hard he started to taste blood. He needed to get out of there, but didn't have an excuse. Thinking on his feet was something he was used to, though.
"Forgive me, Sir, but Master's coffee?" he said, trying to pretend that this was the thing Duncan had interrupted.
"What? Oh… Oh, yes. If you would excuse me for a moment, Mr. Duncan?" William said and disappeared behind the partition holding the coffee machine.
Robin breathed out in relief, glad that William had been quick on the uptake, and then turned to Duncan, smiling apologetically.
"I'm sorry, but Master really wanted his coffee, Sir."
"Don't you worry about it, your Master should always be your priority… actually, I thought a lot about him last night…" judging by the faint blush over the young man's cheeks he had done a bit more than thinking "and… well, there's one thing I really miss about him…"
"Oh?" Robin asked, intrigued despite himself. "May I ask what, Sir?"
"His tongue."
"Oh, yes, Master is a very good kisser." Robin nodded, trying to stifle the irritation at having to share that knowledge.
"Kisser? Oh, yes, of course, but I meant when he… well…"
"Ohh, you mean… blow jobs?" Robin blushed.
"No, when… well, let's just say his cock was the second favorite thing I wanted in me…" Duncan grinned.
Robin looked puzzled for a moment, and then his eyes widened. There was no way he meant that Slade had… had…?
"Here's the coffee, Robin." The teen heard a voice say, and a hot cup was pressed into his hands.
"Thank you, Sir." Robin whispered hurriedly before fleeing, afraid his legs wouldn't work as all the blood in his body seemed to have gone to his face.
As he dashed into the apartment, Slade looked up from his computer questioningly.
"Is my appointment already here?"
"No… no… I… coffee?" Robin stuttered.
"No, thank you, I've already had a cup." Slade's eye narrowed suspiciously.
"I know." Robin mumbled and sipped the hot beverage himself, without really realizing that he was doing so.
"So, besides looking like you have seen something disturbing and bringing yourself coffee… what are you doing here? I thought I told you to stay outside until I came to get you?"
"I… err... Duncan's here."
"That explains you needing to come back, but not your expression. Unless… please don't tell me they are being indecent in the lobby?"
"What? Oh! No! No, just… talking about pens…" Robin mumbled.
"Very well, I have work to do. Sit down and be quiet." Slade snorted, not really having time to figure Robin out right now. "I hope you have remembered what that means by now."
Fifteen minutes later the man sighed.
"Would you please stop staring at me?"
"Sorry." Robin mumbled, looking down into his now empty cup, wondering where the coffee had gone. The blush, however, seemed more reluctant to disappear. It was just so hard for him to believe that Slade would do such a thing. It was disgusting and thrilling at the same time, and Robin couldn't help but wonder what it felt like, which made his tight shorts rather tighter. He shifted uncomfortably, and then flinched as Slade stood up.
"My, aren't we jumpy today?" the man smirked. "Come, it's time to go."
The day was just meeting after meeting, and whenever Robin's mind started drifting, which it did a lot, he started to think about the thing with the tongue.
"I know I haven't exactly requested it," Slade said when they were alone for a few minutes, "but I would like you to pay better attention. You are to stay with me a very long time, after all, and I want you to be useful outside of the bedroom."
This comment set off Robin's blush again, and all the poor boy could do was nod vigorously.
"I have no idea what's with you this morning." Slade muttered. "Get it together or a tongue lashing isn't the only kind of lashing you'll get."
"Yes, Master." Robin squeaked at the choice of words.
Slade gave him a disbelieving look and started preparing for the next appointment.
That night, after dinner, Robin still felt flustered whenever he looked at Slade. Somehow it was like finding out that the guy wore pink silk panties; he just couldn't stop thinking about it.
When Slade sat down to do some more work, Robin escaped to the bathroom and poured himself a hot bath with a lot of bubbles, to try to soak his new obsession away. Unfortunately it didn't quite help.
I can't believe Slade would do that! He thought to himself. It's so… dirty! He let a soft sponge caress his arms and chest. I wonder what it feels like? Is it really better than his cock? I wonder how deep…? Before he knew it, he was stroking himself, moaning softly, leaning back against the edge of the tub and closing his eyes. It felt great, but wasn't quite enough. He drew his knees up a little and parted his legs, his free hand travelling over his chest. The fingers, in Robin's mind now transformed into Slade's lips, caressed his nipples and squeezed them, giving them a little twist, just hard enough for it to hurt a little. Then the fingers went lower, brushing his abs, circling his navel, before falling down to his side and then under his thigh. Robin moaned again, his legs parting wider, as his first and second fingers explored his crevice, ghosting over the soft, wrinkled opening again and again. Slade's tongue, as Robin pretended it was, then probed the hole slightly. The water helped a bit with the illusion, and even though Robin didn't believe it to be close to the real thing, it was enough for him to surge towards his climax. Would it feel like this, straddling Slade's face, making him fuck him with his tongue?
"Ah… ahh… ah… Yes!" he gasped, pushing his fingers as deep inside as they would go, as he came almost violently.
"As nice as that was to watch, you know you have me for that kind of thing, don't you?"
Robin bolted upright at Slade's voice.
"Stop coming in when I'm taking a bath!" he yelled, embarrassment and fright making his glare extra deadly.
"But it's so entertaining." The man smirked. He was naked and about to take a shower. It was very clear that Robin's little show had affected him quite profoundly. "Are you going to help me with this?" the man added, gesturing to his hard member.
"Don't think so, perv." Robin growled and got up from the tub. "Do it yourself. I've shown you how now, haven't I?" he snatched up a towel on his way out.
"Aw, but don't you even want to watch? It's only fair…?" Slade chuckled at Robin's fleeing back.
"If my wrist is sore tomorrow, it's your fault." Slade smirked as he came out of the shower fifteen minutes later.
Robin had escaped to safety under the covers and only snorted.
"What has been up with you today?" Slade asked as he also got into the bed.
"Nothing." Robin mumbled, burrowing deeper.
"No, of course not. Obviously there's no reason that you were jumpy, blushing and half hard all day." Slade said dryly. "Tell me. Now."
"It's just… something Duncan said." Robin mumbled, peaking up over the covers at Slade.
The man sighed.
"That young man is causing enough trouble to have earned himself a whipping soon."
"It's not his fault!" Robin objected.
"I was joking. So. What did he say?"
"He said that you… well, you did something to him, and I don't know if I want you to do it to me or not, but I sure as hell won't do it back, that's all I'm saying!" Robin blurted out and disappeared out of sight again.
"You are not saying anything." Slade used his 'I might sound patient, but I'm about to snap your neck'-voice. "What did I do?"
"Something… with your… your tongue…"
"What? Kissing? Rimming?"
"R-rimming? Is that when you put your tongue into…?"
"The other person's ass, yes." Slade said, as if he was discussing wallpaper.
"Yeah, that's… it."
"Ah, I see. And you've never heard of this?"
"Yes, I… well… kind of… but I didn't think people actually did it!" Robin told him, appearing yet again, warily eyeing Slade in case the man was about to launch a rimming-attack on him.
"And you don't want me to do it to you?"
"I… no… yes… I... why haven't you?" Robin asked, sounding, even to himself, a little whiny and maybe even somewhat jealous.
"I didn't want to spring that on a virgin." Slade chuckled. "You might have run out of here screaming, and then I would have had to tie you down… which would have taken everything up to another level."
"You already did that." Robin muttered. "With the neck-ties, remember?"
"Oh, yes, but you haven't experienced real bondage yet, my little bird…. Hmm… maybe a swing…" the man seemed busy planning things Robin was rather sure he didn't want to participate in. Swing? What was next? A seesaw? A merry-go-round?
"I'm fine, thank you. Just… just the normal stuff is fine!" he tried to convince the man.
"You say that now, but you'll be bored sooner or later. Sure, I'm pretty good, but I think you will start to lose interest in the missionary position in about fifty years or so…"
"Let's wait fifty years then." Robin suggested, pulling the covers tighter around himself and turning away from the man.
"With everything?" Slade asked in a purr and managed to find Robin's body despite the protective action.
"I have two words for you, Slade: erectile dysfunction. Try it out sometime. It might suit you." Robin muttered as he, blushing, tried to squirm free.
"Oh, the horror." The man chuckled as he embarrassingly easily pulled the cover away and flipped the teen over on his back.
"I'm warning you, I'm going to kick." Robin threatened. To his great surprise Slade backed off.
"I thought we were just playing. I apologize." The man said simply and stretched out on his own side of the bed, pulling at the sheets until he got his share.
Robin was left on his back, staring dumbly at the ceiling.
"Um… apology accepted?" he said. He had never expected Slade to actually stop, he just didn't want to appear too easy, especially after the man's little bathroom-stunt. He was angry and the man deserved to have to work for it a bit, but he should still, according to Robin, get it done.
"Thank you. Good night." The man had the audacity to even yawn, like he really had been too tired anyway and wasn't really interested.
"Actually, if…?" Robin started but his pride made him stop. "Good night." he muttered and turned his back on the man, hoping the hard-on he had gotten would go away soon. He thought he heard a quiet chuckle, but wasn't sure.
For Robin the night was a blur of very inappropriate dreams and tossing and turning, trying to fall asleep again without touching himself.
He finally managed to drowse off around dawn, and didn't really appreciate it when there was a loud knock on the door in what seemed like seconds later.
"Go away!" he muttered and turned over.
"You should wake up, it's almost eight in the morning." Robin heard Slade say from far away, as the man opened the door. "And what is all this?"
"Delivery for Robin, Sir." Came the strained voice of William Wintergreen.
Robin sat up and blinked. Delivery? Then he saw the stacks of boxes all wrapped in white, off-white and silver colored paper, and grinned. Oh. THAT delivery.
"Are these my presents, little bird?" Slade smirked as William carried in another load of wrapped gifts.
"Err… actually… those are just because I got annoyed with that clerk. You'll get your real one on Saturday." Robin said, reminding himself that he needed to get it from Rebecca, who had taken it home for him when Robin and Slade decided to walk.
"Does that mean I can open these?" the man leered.
"Getting into the Slade-mas-spirit, are we?" Robin grinned back, and then he had a very nice little idea. The night had, in lack of better words, left him wanting, but approaching Slade now, after how annoyed he had been with the man, didn't sit well with him. A few of the things in that ever-growing pile might make 'asking' very unnecessary. "Actually, why don't you go to the office, and I'll surprise you with a gift in a bit?" Robin suggested.
Slade, who seemed to have been looking forward to opening the pile, sighed and shrugged.
"Very well. Have breakfast first, I already did. I'll see you in half-an-hour."
"Errrmm… actually…" Robin eyed the pile. "Can we make that an hour? It will take a while to find the right box…"
"Half-an-hour." Slade insisted. "Don't forget a collar, I might be in a meeting."
"Yes, Master." Robin growled, frowning at the control freak by the door. He knew Slade did this just to test him, and he didn't care for starting the morning off on the wrong foot, especially since he hoped he would soon be on his back.
"Good pet." The man smirked at him and left.
"He doesn't really deserve it…" Robin mumbled to himself as he quickly stripped out of his boxers and headed towards the bathroom. "But I sure as hell do…" he added with a little smirk, picking up his cell-phone on the way and glancing at the time.
Even though he had taken a bath the night before, he took his time in the shower, washing certain areas carefully, blushing as he did so. He dried quickly and then practically ran to the table, trying to eat a croissant and drink orange juice at the same time. Another glance at his phone made him curse. There was no time to go through even a third of the packages, so he grabbed a big one on random. Many of the things he had chosen had been complete outfits, and he had asked them to be packed as such. It saved time and, quite frankly, he wouldn't be able to figure out what half of the things were supposed to be otherwise.
He opened the first one, but all it contained was a leather bodice, thus the size of the box. Since he had no intention of wearing a thing like that, ever, and had only bought it because he knew it must have been expensive, he grabbed another box. He opened it, groaned at what he found, but then shrugged. For what he had in mind, it was actually practical.
Robin knocked on Slade's office door, with barely seconds to spare. William had given him the all clear to do so, while trying not to stare.
"Go talk to Duncan about those fantasies!" Robin hissed at him, before going in to face Slade.
The man looked up from his desk and didn't look back down again.
"This was… unexpected…"
"Yeah, well, you didn't exactly give me enough time to browse." Robin muttered, but then turned around, so Slade could really see him.
"Do you like it, Master? Or should I say Headmaster?" the teen grinned. As he turned, his short, pleated skirt had twirled with him, lifting just enough to let he man glimpse his ass, the cheeks left naked thanks to a light-blue lace thong. The skirt was navy-blue, as was the trimming on the very short white sailor-shirt he was wearing. His legs were covered in white stockings which went all the way up to the middle of his thighs, and on his feet were black polished Mary Jane-type shoes, which he couldn't exactly consider sexy, but it was part of the outfit and he wouldn't argue with it.
Neither, it seemed, would Slade. The man didn't even seem to notice that Robin wasn't wearing a proper collar, but instead a wide dark blue satin choker with a little gold heart dangling from it. Very cute, and also very practical for hiding Adam's apples, for those who wanted to appear completely feminine. It was not, strictly speaking, a collar, however, but Slade was too busy staring at other things, lower down.
"I… have a meeting in five minutes." the man almost groaned.
"I'm sorry, Sir, I'll come back later." Robin said, turned towards the door, and then bent down to adjust the strap on a shoe. That sight did it for Slade, just as Robin had planned.
"You will do no such thing. Call Wintergreen." The man ordered and Robin obeyed, grinning victoriously.
"Postpone my meetings until further notice." Slade told his assistant, his eye not leaving Robin for a second.
"Should I cancel or have them wait?" William asked carefully, not quite knowing what kind of a mood Slade was in.
"Cancel the first. No. The two first… Have my nine o'clock wait outside."
"Yes, Sir, no problem." William disappeared as quickly as he could, probably not wanting to be caught in the middle of something again, the elevator-incident fresh on his mind.
Robin flashed Slade a grin before changing his expression to a more serious, worried one, as he looked down on his hands, clasped in front of his skirt.
"Mr. Pervman sent me to see you for passing notes in class, Sir." he said, getting a chuckle in reply.
"Is that so, Miss Grayson?" Slade said, surprising Robin by playing along. "Approach my desk, please."
Robin was a bit at a loss, since he never had expected the fantasy to really go on, and he had only a vague idea about how things like this usually went. He had heard about the 'naughty student in the principal's office'-fantasy, but since he never had any opportunity for role-playing he wasn't sure where to go from here. He decided to follow Slade's instructions and walked to the desk, making sure his hips swayed as he did. He glanced over at the man from under his bangs, before looking down at his feet again, trying to act the part of a worried student.
"Now, Miss Grayson… tell me about these notes." Slade said so sternly that Robin could actually feel his pulse quicken.
"It… It wasn't me, Sir!" he tried. "It was that bad girl, Miss Slutsky! She drew this horrible picture of you and me, and…"
"…and?" Slade was clearly enjoying this.
"She wrote that we had done what we did in the picture, and I wrote back that I've never…!"
"Never what?"
"Never… done… never done anything like that, and that a man like… like you, wouldn't…"
"And then you got caught?"
"N-no Sir… she… she kept sending me pictures, horrible pictures, Sir!" Robin now glanced up at Slade imploringly, even managing to force some tears into his eyes.
"I feel you are trying to avoid the subject, Miss Grayson." Slade again used his stern voice. "These disturbing images, were they of a violent nature? Was I hurting you in any way?"
"No, Sir, not… not as such. But… but…"
"Well, then I can see no harm in them! You on the other hand, young lady, have admitted to passing notes in class. That kind of behavior will not be tolerated."
"But- but I didn't start! And they were not harmless! In one of them you were making me… making me…"
"Speak up, Miss, or I will add to your punishment." Slade growled.
"You… I was on my knees and you… you were making me… kiss your… kiss your manhood, Sir." Robin's voice was no more than a whisper at the end, his cheeks colored with shame. In reality he was more embarrassed about saying the word 'manhood' than anything else, though.
"And what, pray tell, is so wrong about that?" Slade leaned back in his chair, obviously waiting for an explanation.
Robin raised his head and stared at his so-called Headmaster.
"But… but Sir! I'm not that kind of girl!"
"The kind who honors her superiors? The kind who would take every opportunity to make sure her betters are comfortable and relaxed? Ah, Miss Grayson, I am disappointed in you, I thought you were a caring young woman."
"I… I am, but… but doing those things… it's so naughty, isn't it?"
"No, it is my right. Do you really think I would allow you to swagger around here, showing off your pert little ass, and not claim it? You should have come to me long ago. Miss Slutsky is completely right. Now, about your punishment… you know what to expect, don't you?"
"Y-yes Sir, A… a s-spanking." Robin stuttered, as he couldn't come up with anything else. It seemed to be the right answer, though, judging by the smirk on Slade's face.
"Precisely. Five swats, I think. Come over to the side here. Good. Bend over and place your hands on the desk."
Robin did as he was told and felt his skirt being lifted.
"I don't think this thong is school regulation, Miss. Care to explain it?" the man said, running his hand over Robin's cheeks, squeezing them softly.
"I… I didn't want to go without like the other girls do, Sir. I… I felt so vulnerable…" Robin blushed. He swore to himself that if Slade ever mentioned Robin referring to himself as a 'girl', there would be hell to pay.
"I see. One extra swat for disobeying yet another school rule. Continue down this path, young woman, and I'll have to drag you in front of the school-board, and you won't enjoy that…. Or maybe you will…"
Robin shivered at the implication of the threat, but he was far enough into the game to shiver in pleasure, not disgust.
"I'm sorry, Headmaster." he begged.
"You will be. Count the strikes."
Robin had expected the punishment to be playful, they were, after all, pretending, so he wasn't at all prepared for the sting, and cried out, his eyes immediately tearing up.
"Well, Miss Grayson?"
"O-one." he whimpered. He was instantly rewarded with the second strike, which stung almost worse than the first. It seemed like forever before he could sob out "Six!" and by then not only did his ass sting, he was also very, very hard.
I'm fucked up in the head! he whined at himself, but he just had to admit the fact that the fantasy had gotten to him.
"That's it, girl, you can stand." Slade said, and watched as Robin reluctantly straightened. "My, my… what do we have here…?" the man purred as he noticed the teen's skirt tenting at the front.
"I-I don't know, Sir, that never happened to me before." Robin sounded worried.
"We will have to see to it, but first I have to make sure you aren't hurt. I don't want to send you to the nurse, I've heard she has a thing for needles." The man said with a straight face.
Robin turned his chuckle into a small giggle at the last second.
"Yes, Sir, my behind is really sore." he said the last part with a bit of a glare at Slade, but the man either didn't notice or didn't care.
"Very well." Slade sat down in his chair again. "Come here and stand with your back towards me. Now, lean your arms on the desk, that's it, ass in the air. Now… oh, I'm afraid it's very red, Miss Grayson."
Yeah, what did you expect, idiot? Robin rolled his eyes, but perked up as Slade came up with a solution.
"I think I have to put some balm on it. Is there anything else I can do for you, Miss?"
Robin remembered the saying Slade had used on him back when they were first intimate, and smirked.
"You could kiss it and make it better, Sir?" he suggested.
There was a low, pleased chuckle from the man behind him.
"As you wish."
Robin jumped as he felt Slade's lips on his right cheek, the man's tongue darting out, playing on the tender skin. The man then turned to the other one, and kissed and nipped him there. Robin held his breath, but it didn't seem Slade was going to go any further. Then the thong was suddenly pulled out of the way, and the kisses and licks got closer and closer to where Robin secretly wanted them to go. At last the man's tongue swiped over his entrance, and the teen bucked and cried out. He would have come if Slade's hand hadn't found its way under the thong and gripped the base of his cock, almost painfully, staving off the ejaculation.
Robin cried out again as the lips and tongue were back, and then whimpered with desire as he felt the wet tip push into him. It didn't reach far, and it didn't stretch him nearly enough, but the act itself was such a turn-on for the inexperienced hero, that he was transformed to a completely submissive, moaning pile of goo at the hands, or rather, mouth, of his lover.
"Please… please… I need to… please… Sir…" Robin remembered his part at the last second and added the title.
"Well, maybe you see now that little girls like you only exist to pleasure any man who might want you?" Slade purred and pulled down Robin's underwear completely, letting it fall to his ankles.
"Yes… yes Sir, I do… please… please, anything you want…" Robin groaned.
"So are you willing to be my little slut?" the man had gotten out of his chair, Robin had heard a zipper open, as well as the lid on a bottle of lube.
"Yes…. Yes, I'm your little slut, Headmaster, please… I need you… I need your… your c-cock…"
"Such a dirty little mouth you have, slut… but don't worry… it's yours." The man growled the last couple of words as he pushed in, making Robin clutch the desk in front of him hard. Slade grabbed his hips and held him still as he slammed into him, setting a brutal pace, which made it obvious to Robin that the man had quite enjoyed their little game as well. It made him feel a little better about himself, but only a little. All thoughts like these were very secondary to the pleasure he felt, however, as Slade continued to fuck him, the man's hand not stopping his climax anymore, but rather the opposite.
He didn't last, he didn't want to last, he wanted to explode, to completely give himself over to the surge of pleasure, and so he did.
Robin let the desk hold all of his weight as he crumpled on top of it. Slade had come with him, and was now slumping back onto his chair, dragging Robin with him until the teen was on his lap, the man's cock sliding out of him, along with some of his seed.
"I'm getting you dirty…" Robin half objected, his eyes closed as he leaned his head against the man's shoulder.
"Don't think we could get any dirtier than we just were…" Slade chuckled, Robin joining him. "Are all those parcels filled with things like this?" he asked, clearly curious, and picking at the skirt.
"Mmm… yes… pretty much." Robin said truthfully.
"Too dangerous. We will have to lock them away." Slade decided. Robin glanced up at him incredulously.
"Errr… why?"
"Because with you like this, I wouldn't notice if there was a rebellion raging in this very office… and I don't think I would even care." The man told him honestly, looking a bit annoyed at the prospect.
"So… you're saying I can't be your little slut again?" Robin teased him.
"Well… rebellions more or less run themselves, don't they?" Slade leered. "Maybe I'll have time to pull out of you just long enough to kill them all."
"Eww… nice image there." Robin snorted, and then laughed. "Damn, that was weird… if you ever tell anyone…!" he threatened, suddenly.
"Well, I bet William has already heard you screaming that you are my little slut and a bad, bad girl, but regarding any others, I won't say a word." Slade smirked.
"I never screamed those things!" Robin objected, before going white."I didn't, did I?"
"Well, let's just say you didn't whisper. But don't worry, unless my nine o'clock is out there right now, Will is the only one who heard you."
Robin glanced at the clock on Slade's computer-screen. It read five past nine.
"Oh, noooo…." he mumbled, burying his heated face against Slade's neck.
"Time flies when you're having fun." Slade shrugged. "Hop off, I think we need to clean up a bit."
Robin agreed, but almost fell over, tripped by the panties around his ankles. He quickly pulled them up before, with Slade's permission, going into his cell to the toilet, to wipe himself as clean as he could. When he came back Slade had wiped the desk and the floor, and opened the windows to get a bit of the sex-smell out.
"Wow, these open?" Robin said, as he walked over to what looked like a wall of glass, where now a few panes had slid aside.
"Yes, in a few rooms they do." The man said. "Don't lean out that far."
"What? Don't be a mother hen, I'm just looking. The view is awesome." Robin snorted.
"Yes, I'm not worried, it's just that your skirt rides up quite a bit when you do that, and I really need to have this meeting." Slade said wistfully, eyeing him.
"Oh!" Robin straightened at once, blushing. "So… should I go? Stay? What?" he asked.
"Stay. It's just another short meeting, and then I have asked Rose to come by."
Robin nodded, not having any seriously happy feelings about neither staying nor meeting Rose again, but there was no time to argue as Slade had just called William to give him the all clear.
Robin winced as four men and two women came in, none of which Robin had ever seen before, but all had very clearly just heard him, judging from the way they looked at him.
If you haven't died of embarrassment yet, you won't do it now either… Robin tried to tell himself. Not that it would be such a bad thing right now… he added, as he heard a small giggle from the group.
A/N: I WARNED you it was a silly chapter, so no use bitching about it now. You've read it. It's over. I think there will be more seriousness next time… perhaps…