Remember Nightwing?
The great first Robin had an experienced brain, so his judgments rarely go wrong.
And he once concluded:
Damian Wayne will one day suffer from his contemptuous attitude towards sex and men.
01
It's a pity that Ye Wing didn't tell Little Robin about this.
Otherwise, Damian would roll his eyes in addition to vomiting blood when he was beaten by the death knell.
"You have become weak."
He soaked in the pool for a strengthened one-eyed boyfriend and smiled, with a vicious vengeance:
"Because of your friends."
Damian didn't have time to answer his mumbling nonsense, but rushed up again to find the gap in the opponent.
However, he was caught in the man's arm easily again, full of irritability.Damian thinks that this long reunion with his ex-boyfriend will definitely make him more angry than he thought.
The death knell looked at the struggling little thing in his arms. He knew that this little bastard could kick his ribs without hesitation, or twist his arms with two legs and turn over his neck, and then use his thighs. Unscrew his head-if it weren't for this 100% fatal result, he might let Damian find a chance to do so, after all, he missed the touch of the boy's inner thigh very much.But the death knell suddenly thought of something and laughed again:
"Or because of your father?"
The struggle in his arms paused for a moment.
The death knell is satisfied with this.
The boy was no longer the cold-blooded little demon who could stab himself blindly without hesitation when he first saw him. The teacher he is deeply obsessed with now, his father, obviously instilled too much moral code into him.
This also means that the boy's thigh strangulation will never use lethal force.
Thinking of this, the death knell let go expectantly.
02
Damian's mood deteriorated to the extreme after being buried in the ground.
Seriously, Damian understood what was going on when he saw that blond chick put her hand in the palm of his ex-boyfriend and smiled.
Oh, the dirty betrayal is twofold.
03
"Seriously? Abducting an underage girl?"
A fragile, easily desperate and unable to withstand temptation, [substitute]?
Damian, who was trapped in clay and hung on the wall, questioned his ex-boyfriend who walked out of the shadows. He had to say that the triumph on the death knell's face made him look at him.
"Damian, we broke up. It's been a few years. So even if I find a young lover now, it's not a betrayal."
"Oh, come on. Without my permission—"
"Enough!" The death knell grabbed the boy's hair angrily and glared fiercely at Damian, who frowned from the pain of eating:
"who do you think You Are?!"
Damian pulled the corner of his mouth with difficulty, and sneered:
"Maybe you are no longer my boyfriend, but you are still my dog, Slade, you can't deny this, you still want me—"
A slap blocked his next words.
The death knell, who was irritated and eager, started with no light or seriousness. Damian was slapped and his eyes were black and his brain buzzed, and his slapped cheek immediately became congested and swollen.
"Boy, I have taught you the importance of showing respect to adults more than once."
Damian, who was still in a trance, heard the ex-boyfriend's extremely low and hoarse voice.
04
Oops, it sounds like a red flag.
05
The last picture Damian saw with his heavy eyelids was what the death knell had injected into his arm, and before falling into the darkness he heard the question from the earth-rock girl who entered the room:
"what are you doing?"
Then Damian passed out.
06
When I woke up, I was lying on the bed without accident.
Damian sighed, turned his head around and checked.Sure enough, his wrists were fixed to the head of the bed by iron chains.Helpless, I can only close my eyes again, and then think about ways to escape the current situation.
The door was opened and footsteps approached.
Damian opened his eyes.
"I'm still thinking about when you will show up."
The death knell, who had taken off his mask, walked to the bed and sat down, pinched the boy's chin, and stared at those fierce green eyes with a confident smile, with a cruel taste:
"Oh, don't think of any more tricks, I have carefully checked your whole body during your coma, and removed all the gadgets you might use to escape—"
Damian's face became a little hard to look.The death knell squinted the remaining eyes, and the thumb pinched on the boy's cheek suddenly inserted into the boy's mouth, slid roughly across the teeth, and scratched the soft flesh wall.As if an unprofessional dentist was going through something, regardless of Damian's uncomfortable whimper, the death knell even stuck a few fingers in it.
"I almost forgot to check here. After all, there may be some secret weapon hidden in a Robin's teeth, right?"
If conditions permit, Damian will now spit contemptuous saliva on the death knell's face. His ex-boyfriend's face at this time is as disgusting as it is.And Damian dared to guarantee 100% that the death knell was purely teasing him-damn dark and nasty taste.
Until after playing with Damian's tongue for a while, and almost poking his finger into the boy's soft throat, forced out some of Damian's physiological tears, the death knell finally took out his finger with satisfaction and admired Little Ogu. There was a charming look of pattering saliva hanging from the corner of his mouth.
"I thought you and Thalia have nothing similar except for your eyes."
Damian gathered his eyes out of focus wearily to see the death knell, and the man had already leaned down and began to strip off his Robin uniform.
"But obviously, I was wrong. Thalia passed her slut gene to her species very well."
The death knell raised his eyebrows after seeing no accidental marks on the boy.
"Blue is blue, Damian, blue is blue."
The little boy gritted his teeth angrily, but he blushed.The adult world is not so unfamiliar to him, and he knows very well that there will be some judgment and humiliation of his liberating behavior.
But Damian was ready, but he didn't wait for any sharp irony.Robin looked at the man he was puzzled, and Slade just smiled at him-the kind of sexy old man's smile he once liked, Damian felt a soft shyness for his sudden memories Slade always treats him as a little daughter. Although he doesn't like gender inversion, Slade always treats him very tenderly—there is no longer full of sarcasm between them, and It was lying on the occasion where we were spending time together ambiguously, and he missed it now.
The old man was still smiling, and went up to kiss the corner of his little daughter's lips. Damian didn't bite him, which was fine.
"You seem to be used to kissing men."
Damian half-folded his eyelids and glanced at him.The little boy said nothing, and then opened his mouth.
The death knell stared at the bright red hole for a while, his eyes darkened, and then he kissed it again, this time using his tongue.Damian was distracted by a mature tongue, her small body convulsed and twisted like an electric shock under the man.
They did not separate until both sides felt they needed some fresh air.
Death Knell used his gloved hands to untie Robin's pants, Damian's legs matched amazingly, and never tried to twist the man's arm.
But Slade didn't think it was his own victory. He didn't win Damian's well-behaved. In fact, even though he was defeated, he would admit it. He might never win in his entire life unless he could take it seriously. Little Robin's brain is permanently silly.Obviously, his little lover is no longer the ten-year-old boy. Maybe that annoying and charming, cold arrogance has not changed, but now there is obviously a need for sex and a compromise.
The death knell took off Robin's blindfold and saw a pair of wet green eyes.
The breathlessly kissed boy licked his lips and muttered a few swear words in his native language. Only then did he finally pick up his decent arrogance, frowned and stared at the death knell, arrogantly said:
"Didn't you say you want to rape me?"
The death knell patted the boy's butt unhappily. As expected, the little girl's fornication and sweetness just revealed was just an illusion, Damian would not treat him as a father infatuated.The little boy was still calling his dog.
Slade felt that he should feel a bit of self-esteem frustrated by this, but it is shameful that he found that he was not as angry as when he was offended at first. It may be because the hardened cock in his crotch made him now I just want to enjoy a slimy sex, not a fight with Damian first.
What's more, he has understood and accepted that Damian's sexual attraction happens to be his annoying place.
So the death knell was just taking off the gloves and getting the lubricant on the bedside.The process of lubricating Damian made him face the vague sense of guilt once again-he is too small, and his naked private parts and soft intestines are much cleaner than those of a prostitute, although they cannot be used frequently. Whether it's similar, Damian doesn't seem to have any pigmentation there.
Even though he knew that his little daughter was no longer a virgin, Slade still fell in love for him.
"You cute little evil thing."
Before the formal insertion, Slade took off Little Robin's pants while mumbling, and when he parted Damian's legs, he kissed Damian's pinkish knees and ankles during his growth period, in exchange for a hasty kick.Slade had to unzip his own zipper as the boy wanted, and took out the already erected sexual organs and throbbed in preparation. God, Slade was ashamed of being so hard.
"Ah."
Damian glanced contemptuously at the man's lower body, and his tone returned to the lofty contempt of the past:
"What a shame. You have become a pedophile who can estrus to boys younger than your own daughter, a disgusting, sinful fan—"
Damian was interrupted by the slap before he finished speaking.The death knell fell into almost hysterical annoyance, pinched Damian's waist and brutally passed the genitals in, and unexpectedly squeezed a scream of altered tone from the boy's throat.
He knew it!He knew that this little devil would never give him a gentle sex as expected.
The death knell thought gloomily, and at the same time, his lower body sank into the blissful enjoyment brought by the warm and tight intestines, and he couldn't stop pushing.
Damian screamed a few more times, and then began to squeeze the sheets tightly, only panting in silence, chaos in his green eyes, the saliva hanging on his lips was knocked out and leaked more.
I fucking hate you.
Slade stared at the boy below him fiercely, wishing to nail him into the bed.The death knell knew that even though he was under him now and his little butt was sucking his cock lustfully, he did not belong to him.
He didn't give in, let alone be tamed.Because from beginning to end, he has control of his desires.
And those who can't help themselves are the death knell.
Damian is right.
He is indeed his master.
07
He has his desires.
He has all of him.
08
The death knell finally shot in the body of the boy who was half-fainted, and kissed his soaked sideburns for the last time.
"Sure enough, only then can you be a good boy?"
The man smiled helplessly.
09
After washing the fainted Damian and putting on the baby's uniform, the death knell asked Tyra to hang the boy on the wall again.
The Earth Girl raised her eyebrows suspiciously:
"The private interrogation is over?"