Scars Ch. 25

Devious Intentions

"W-what are you doing!" Robin stuttered in the strongest voice he could manage. Which happened to be pretty weak. Slade grinned and grasped Robin's hardened member in his hand. Making the boy beneath him jump.

"Just trying something new, dear Robin. I know you'll enjoy this..." Slade purred, gripping his length even harder. Forcing himself closer to terrified kid.

"W-what the f-..." Robin started but decided to re-word he sentence.

"What are you planning, Slade!"

"Just sit back and enjoy yourself..." Slade said suspiciously, now stroking him. Robin let out a small growl as he tried to fight the growing arousal brewing within him. He knew he was already hard. He knew Slade had something up his sleeve, but he was in no position to justify it. Robin was about to say 'get off', until he remembered his contract. Damn.

His member was now fully erect, and every stroke sent shivers of intense pleasure down Robin's spine. He couldn't help himself. He scolded himself in anger for responding to Slade's touches, but it was just his body reacting. He really had no control over it. The thing was, Robin hadn't ever felt anything like this before. He was a virgin before Slade. And, he didn't masturbate often at all. So, touch like this was relatively new. And what killed him the most was remembering who was making him feel this way. He growled at his own body's weakness.

He squirmed under Slade in a feeling other then pain. And it was so different.

"Hmm. You've never felt like this, have you, little bird?" Slade purred teasingly. By the way this was going, Robin wasn't going to last much longer. Slade hummed with amusement. His toy could never withstand this much intensity.

His strokes became shorter and faster. Robin grit his teeth, trying hard to will is arousal away. He wasn't supposed to be turned on right now! This disgusted him terribly. Robin tried hard to control his breathing, which was turning into panting. And the small moan he stiffled out was entirely accidental.

Slade stroked the underside of his length and Robin's hips jerked as he cried out softly. The masked man chuckled again as he watched the boy writhe almost in pain. As much as he enjoyed torturing the boy, this display was highly amusing to him. In a way, sexual arousement could be a form of torture...

In a quick motion, Robin was flipped over onto his stomach, and Slade lifted him onto all fours. Almost mounting the boy, Slade hovered over him, gripping his large arms around Robin's chest and stomach. But he was still stroking him.

Robin leaned on his forearms as Slade put pressure on his back. He panted with his mouth open as Slade continued teasing him, not fully giving him any chance of release. He didn't want to pant, because having his mouth open was his body's excuse for those small noises to come out without his permission what so ever. He closed his eyes in shame as he tried not to lose himself in this. His mind was becoming more foggy by the moment, and he could no longer think straight. The lust to feel release was clouding his already etchy mind.

Slade squeezed him hard and Robin grit his teeth in a growl. With his free hand, Slade held him in place by his stomach, feeling the muscles in his abs strain in pants and his position. Also the strong feeling of arousal he was so desperately trying to hold back. This was crazy. It was like a whole new type of feeling passing through him. A new embarrassment. This was humiliating him to a new level. He guessed fucking him just wasn't enough anymore. He needed the satisfaction of Robin coming by his hand. Allowing Robin to endure the mental torture of looking back on it later to scold himself for letting himself feel the pleasure from his enemy.

Sweat dripped from his brow onto the warming concrete ground. Robin held himself up, but preceded to almost claw at the concrete. Gripping it almost as if it were his hold on sanity. Every muscle in his body was tense with pressure pooling in his lower stomach. His arousal was never this powerful before. It was reducing him into a shaking mess beneath Slade.

Slade then halted all together in his motions. Robin almost moaned out of disappointment. And then he was very glad that he didn't. Slade kept a finger at the tip of his erection. Still teasing. The man's head was resting on his shoulder when he spoke.

"You're enjoying this, aren't you, Robin?" Slade purred accusingly in Robin's ear. Still trying to control his panting, Robin gave up the will to answer, staring hard at the grayish ground. Wanting an answer, Slade dug his fingernails into Robin's sensitive boyhood. Robin cried out in pain.

"I expect an answer out of you, boy." Slade whispered raspily in warning in his ear. And then Robin immediately knew what Slade's next method of humilation was. Robin gripped the ground harder, then just deciding to fist his hands in frustration. Knowing he didn't have anything else to do.

"Yes." Robin gritted out angrily. Slade smiling behind him, enjoying this new game of opportunity.

"Do you want to come, Robin?" Slade questioned in a non-chalant voice that held no emotion other than satisfaction. Robin felt his own fingernails bite into his palm as he tightened his fist. He hesitated for only for a second. Knowing he had to obey. Even if it meant sacrificing his own dignity.

"...Yes." Robin admitted. Telling himself that he was only saying that because that's what Slade wanted to hear, but deep inside he knew it was the truth. Only Slade could give him this now. And it killed him to be so dependent on Slade. Slade's smile grew wider, his voice laced with enthusiasm.

"Beg, Robin. Beg for me to release you." Slade said softly, breath scattering on Robin's shoulder. Robin tensed in disgust. Unbelieving that he was about to go through with this. Robin shivered as Slade stroked his hip. He glared hatefully at the ground.

"...Please, Slade..." He had to dreadfully force the said words out of his unwanting mouth. Hopefully Slade would be pleased.

"Please what, Little Bird?" Slade purred, licking his shoulder before nimbling on it lightly. Robin clenched his fists even harder. This was horrible.

"...Make me come..." Robin begged in a strained voice that was so laced with humility and shame, it made Slade chuckle darkly. The man wrapped his whole hand around Robin before whispering in his ear.

"Good boy." Slade's hand began to pump Robin's length. His large fist easily covering Robin's smaller arousal. Robin gasped and looked down even more, trying to hide his face contorted into almost pain, but Slade saw, and knew it was pleasure. Sweaty and tense, hands fisted and scratching on the rough floor, panting uncontrollably, Robin suddenly knew he no longer hold himself back. It was too much.

With a swift unintentional jerk of his hips and a grunt, Robin came, releasing himself on the floor, almost collapsing soon afterwards. Slade held him up though, still kneeling over him, one arm wrapped securely under him and one pulling sweaty tangles out of his hair.

"Did you enjoy that, Little Bird?" Slade asked, voice laced with silk as it always is. Robin nodded slightly, now feeling very woozy. Slade seemed pleased. Then he heard Slade speak again.

"I hope she enjoyed it as well..." Those lines made Robin's blood suddenly run cold. He tensed and his eyes widened double their original size. Wait, what! She! Oh, god, no, please no...

Slade felt Robin dramatically freeze underneath him, and held him tighter, allowing a wide smile come to his face. He grasped Robin's hair in his hand and yanked upwards, forcing him to look up into the pillars if the building.

And to his horror, up in the stone ceiling of the room, he saw a red, blinking light. They were being filmed.

Starfire had been watching this whole time.

...Wasn't expecting that, were ya? Don't have too much to say here.

So, until next time,

NR