WARNING – Chapter contains: NSFW and Graphic rape
Summary: Jump City had been peaceful for the past two years. Slade was out of commission after a grueling fight, super-villains were far and few, and the crime rate was low. So the Titans had pursed their hobbies. Beast Boy volunteered at a wildlife museum for children and enjoyed the work. The 19-year-old had nothing to fear…until Slade reappeared. (One-sided Slade x Beast Boy)
Trapped Chapter 2
By the time the field trip tour had finished and his shift had ended, Beast Boy was ready to go home and sleep. He dropped his hand, having waved at a family who had joined his last tour, and turned back to the museum. That weirdo Grant from earlier that day kept shooting him sly glances–like the dude knew something he didn't. For the life of him, he couldn't figure out what. But at this point it didn't matter.
The dude was out of his space and out of his life. He wouldn't see him again.
Beast Boy sighed and opened the museum door, cold air a welcome reprieve from the early July heat outside. The employee only room came into sight and he veered into the room to grab his street clothes and leave his uniform behind. Footsteps pattered just outside the room as he crouched and opened his locker.
He grabbed his street clothes and walked into the changing stall. His ear twitched as the door creaked open. "Hey," he greeted the other employee.
After a few moments with no reply and he finished changing, he left the changing room only to have a fist fly towards his face.
He swore and morphed into a hummingbird, dodging the blow. He zoomed around the attacker and morphed back.
"What's the big ide–" The stranger turned and his eyes shot wide, jaw dropping. "A sladebot? But–"
Though the design had changed, he recognized the insignia inscribed on the chest of the robot. He backpedaled as the metal body launched itself at him. He ducked and dodged, feet and fists raining around him. He morphed back into a hummingbird to better avoid the attacks but a hand snapped him out of the air and pinned his wings.
Beast Boy squeaked, afraid his wings would snap, and transformed into a turtle. With the speed of his change, he broke free and returned to human form in a low crouch. Leaping backwards, he landed on his feet just as the robot swung another arm.
"Damnit." He side-stepped, hand fumbling for his communicator.
If he had the room, then he could morph into something big and squash the thing. But on the other hand, Nightwing would probably want to battle the robot in person. So calling the Titans it was.
His fingers curled around the device as he pulled it out of his khakis. A punch sailed his way and he back flipped, kicking the limb along the way. He flipped open the cover, thumb pressing the emergency button.
Immediately, Nightwing responded. "Beast Boy, report."
"Sladebot." His back hit the wall. "One." He blocked a limb. "Section 3 in the Wildlife Museum. Employee's only room."
"Got a lock, don't lose him." Nightwing responded.
The communicator beeped and he dropped into a roll, moving between the robot's legs and behind him. He tucked away the device and grinned.
"Who's cornered now, dude?"
The robot vanished.
Beast Boy recoiled, ears twitching and eyes roving. Where the hell did it go? He couldn't hear anything except a whirring noise similar to Nightwing's jetpack-ed shoes and the smell of burning gas filled his senses and–oh
He launched himself into another roll just as a thud reverberated behind him. Though he didn't know how the thing went invisible, it was still tangible and apparently able to fly. With jetpacks or something. Geeze. Whipping around, he pricked his ears for movement but this time there was silence.
Tiles squeaked as he spun, scanning. His vision distorted and he rubbed his eyes but the curtains in front of the changing stall looked weird. Like, warped weird. He blinked as the area moved. It took him a moment before he realized the sladebot wasn't invisible, it had just…reflected its surroundings.
He narrowed his eyes. "My turn."
The teen morphed into a cheetah and sped forwards and jumped into the air. Claws caught onto metal but he couldn't get a grip and his claws screeched as he slipped free. He winced, ears ringing and shook his head.
Resuming human form, the ringing became bearable but he still couldn't hear over the shrill sound. It'd fade soon enough, but he didn't have the time. At the very least, he had to warn Nightwing that this robot could sorta-disappear.
He pulled out the device but the moment his thumb clicked open the cover, light flashed and the communicator flew out of his hand. He gasped and followed the sight to see it pinned to the wall by a dagger.
"There you are." He growled, turning and slipping into a viper.
His scales glided along the tiles towards the direction of the throw. A noise vibrated within his body and, just when he recognized the pattern as footsteps, cold metal bit his neck and hauled him into the air.
Startled, he shrank into a mouse and slipped free but the hands kept caging him no matter how he squirmed. With how there was always room to move, Beast Boy wondered if the robot was just messing with him before the killing crunch. That, or it wasn't even trying to kill him. But why?
He enlarged into a cheetah, the hands now holding his chest, and unsheathed a paw. He twisted and swiped. His paw tips burned as metal screeched once again but he didn't hear it tear. Was he even making a dent?
Fingers curled into the fur of his flank, gripping it tight but before he could yank himself away, five sharp ends pricked his skin. He tensed and yowled. That felt like a shot. He yanked himself away but tumbled to the floor and reverted back to human.
"What…" he struggled to breathe as he curled into a ball. His limbs felt like jelly. "What did… poison?"
Light flickered and the robot reappeared. A hand grasped the metal black and bronze face and removed it. He blinked. Removed? Behind the mask wasn't circuits and gears, but a face. A familiar face.
"Grant?" He sucked in air, spots creeping across his sight. "Wha? You…work for…Slade?"
His vision blurred but he could just feel the smug smirk bearing down on him.
"I am Slade."
He blacked out.
~oOo~
When he came to, his head was pounding and his body felt heavier than bricks. He shifted and groaned but something felt wrong. Slowly, he pried his eyes open and lifted a bare arm to shield his eyes from the artificial light coming from the ceiling.
"Urghhh…" he rasped and his throat burned. "What hit me?"
He moved the arm off his face and inhaled. The scent of leather and metal and… his eyes snapped open. This wasn't his home. He never kept animal hides in his room. But if he wasn't in his own bed then where was he?
He sat upright and would've kept moving had friction not rubbed against his neck and halted his movements. He stiffened as the blanket pooled around his hips. Where was his shirt? He touched his neck only to feel metal instead. Now that he was more aware, he registered metal bracelets on each wrist and something on each ankle. Why was he wearing these? Why did they look and feel like metal but also smell like leather?
His mind whirled and his head continued to throb. A click prompted his ears to perk and he jerked his gaze to the source of the sound.
"Grant?" He squinted. It was still so bright. "Grant, what…where am I?"
The man, dressed in a form-fitting tuxedo, just curled the corners of his lips upwards. "You're home."
Beast Boy scrunched his face. "This isn't Titans Tower. I'm–" Memories returned and he blinked fast. "Whoa, wait, you–you're–"
"I am." The man walked to the bed and sat atop the covers, watching him with curved eyes.
"But you've been outta commission for two years!" He protested and moved away. He stopped as his skin rubbed against the sheets. His bare skin. "…where are my clothes?"
Slade cocked his head, a lazy smile working its way across his face. "You won't be needing those rags anymore."
Beast Boy grasped the covers and would've bolted off the bed but a hand snapped forwards and grabbed his bicep. Instinctively, he tried to morph but though his muscles flexed, he didn't transform.
He froze. "What did you do to me?"
"Inhibitor Jewelry." The jerk had the nerve to widen his smile and keep his voice monotone. "I told you, you are home. You won't need your powers here... or any clothes."
He swallowed. He may have been the youngest Titan, but he wasn't dumb. He knew what Slade meant. "But you… you're Slade. You can't…you…"
"Anything I want, I get." The man returned. "And I want you."
Slade yanked on his arm and he toppled to the covers. His heart hammered as the man grappled for his wrists and pinned them above his head. He kicked and screamed but lips descended on his own and silenced him with an invasive tongue. He would've sliced the damn thing in half but Slade's free hand grabbed his jaw and held it open. They stayed locked until Beast Boy wondered if he would faint.
His captor pulled away and he panted for air. Though his chest heaved, he bared his teeth and breathed. "You're sick."
"I'm your master." Slade licked a trail from the corner of the teen's lips to his ear. "And you will learn to obey me."
Beast Boy shuddered. "I'm nobody's pet. And you can't break me!" He wriggled in the hold.
Slade moved his hand out of sight above Beast Boy's head. Fabric rustled and soon the smooth feel of leather slipped between the bracelets and Beast Boy cursed. The damn man was binding him to the bed!
"Language." Slade reprimanded. "Can't have a dirty mouth sucking me off."
"Screw you!" He shot back though his pulse raced.
"I'd rather screw you." Slade returned. "Tell me, are you a virgin?"
The teen snarled.
"Then I'll take pleasure in being your first. Don't worry, I'll be gentle."
Beast Boy fought against the restraints but now with his wrists tied and Slade sitting on his hips, he couldn't move much. He struggled to keep a level head but fear was rising. He didn't want this. He really didn't want this. So he kept his mouth moving.
"You–you're just trying to break me down and then force me to do your dirty work! Well you're an idiot if you think–"
"Now, Garfield," the man rubbed a bare palm–bare? When did he remove his gloves? Against his cheek "Pets do not run errands…"
He recoiled. "I said I'm not your–"
"…they await their master at home."
The teen snapped. "You–"
He gasped as the man ground his hips down, right onto his crotch. His cheeks burned with embarrassment as pleasure coiled in his stomach. He tossed his head to the side and shut his eyes. Fingers dug into his cheek.
"Look at me, pet." The tone was cold. "Show me those pretty eyes."
He tried to pull away but nails nipped his skin and held him in place. He scowled, one lower fang protruding over his upper lip. He wouldn't obey. No matter what, he wouldn't obey.
"Garfield Mark Logan." Slade turned his cheek. "You will follow my orders."
Beast Boy snorted and glared. "Fat chance, dude. You're the bad guy. I'm the good guy. Good guys don't listen to bad guys."
"A childish perspective." Slade murmured. "I'll be sure to enlighten you over the years."
Dread dropped into his stomach. Years? Slade wasn't…he wasn't really thinking of keeping him for that long…was he? He swallowed back fear but a sharp movement on his hips had him moaning.
He gasped a swear. "Stop."
It was Slade's turn to snort. "Why would I, when I have you right where you belong–beneath me."
Beast Boy growled and yanked against the leather rope. "You're a piece of–"
"You are stripped of clothes with nothing left but a collar and jewelry, chained to my bed, and at the mercy of my whims. Do you really think it wise to irritate me?"
The teen hesitated, working the meaning through his head before he decided it didn't matter what the creep would decide to do–Beast Boy would end up dead either way. The palm on his cheek trailed down to the metal on his neck–a collar he now realized–and roamed down his chest. Another palm joined and though he tried to block out the movements, a quick roll of Slade's hips would jolt him back to awareness.
"Let me go." He grunted. "The Titans…"
"Will not save you." Slade ground his hips and Beast Boy arched into the touch. Immediately, shame curdled in his blood. "You are mine and you will enjoy this."
Beast Boy huffed but when Slade shifted and moved the covers, exposing him, he tensed. His resolve to be strong faltered.
"Slade, don't–"
"Grant, my pet."
Beast Boy paused. "What?"
"Address me as Grant."
Before Beast Boy could protest, Slade had grabbed him and stroked. The teen gasped and sank into the rhythm. Up then down and so gentle and warm he nearly purred. He tilted his head back and absently registered a warm and wet surface licking his neck.
Teeth bit his skin and he jerked, pain clearing the fog in his mind. He twisted in the hold, remembering how wrong it all was, and shouted profanities. Lips pressed against his own and his struggles stilled as his head lightened. He couldn't breathe…he couldn't breathe he couldn't breathe he couldn't–
Slade pulled away and he gasped, lungs expanding. "Stop it," he said, but with his breath hitching over the words, the demand was weak.
His captor just snorted and palmed him. Beast Boy groaned and turned to mush. In a corner of his mind, he hated that he was enjoying it. That he was so damn sensitive that he couldn't not enjoy the soft touches. Damn hormones. Damn Slade. Damn himself.
"See?" A roughened voice murmured in his ear. "You like it."
Beast Boy struggled for a retort but could only manage to stifle a moan. Amidst the heat and movement, he almost didn't register something small and dry prying him open.
"Slade." He gasped, fear pushing back arousal. "Slade don't do this."
"I vowed to be gentle but I can't if I don't prepare you." His captor returned without any trace of a monotone.
Beast Boy stiffened as another finger entered him and stretched his walls. Though Slade continued to stroke him irregularly, the fear kept his mind aware. Slade was serious. He was seriously going to–going to–
"Slade," his voice broke. "Slade please, don't–"
"Grant, pet." Slade ordered and another finger entered too hard, too fast. "My name is Grant."
"N-no." Beast Boy tossed his head and arched his back, trying in vain to pull away. "You're Slade. You're a crimin–ah, mmph!"
A tongue dominated his own and fingers dug deep. He whimpered. It hurt. It hurt it hurt it hurt.
Lips and fingers pulled away and Beast Boy sagged. Hope soared when his captor slid off him and the bed. Had Slade just been messing with him? Was he not actually go so far as to…
"Lube, pet." The man intoned, returning with a small bottle in his hands.
Fear suffocated hope as the unmasked criminal unfastened his belt. No…no no no. Slade was–his pants dropped–he was–there went the boxers–this was real. It was all too real. The jacket was discarded, followed shortly by the bowtie and dress shirt. His eyes widened and he shrank back.
This wasn't happening. This wasn't really about to happen. It was all a dream. Yeah. A hyper realistic dream that was really more like a nightmare because this couldn't be real. Oh please don't be real.
"Relax, pet." Slade soothed, looming over him to cup his cheek. "It'll hurt but then you'll feel wonderful."
A thumb brushed away a tear. He hadn't even realized he'd started crying. He bit his lip and turned his cheek. If he couldn't be strong with words, then he'd be strong with silence.
"Now don't be like that." Weight moved on top of him, parting his legs, and he couldn't stop a frightened gasp as bare skin slid against his own. The man was dangerously close. "I want to hear that beautiful voice."
He bit harder, drawing blood. Slade clicked his tongue and grasped Beast Boy's half-limp cock. The strokes resumed, blurring his mind, and though the teen tried to resist, he relaxed. Absently, he registered the sound of skin rubbing against skin and a contented hum.
The sharp scent of unfamiliar chlorine invaded his senses and he purred, welcoming the potential lover. His cock rose as arousal pooled in his stomach and he was able, if for a moment, to forget who was making him feel so good. He arched into the touch and moaned. He was so close. He was so close to release.
Cold fabric tightened around his erect form and he groaned, aching for release but couldn't. He blinked fast and looked down only to yelp as the face of his captor dived onto his cock, capturing the tip with a hot mouth and sucking.
He mewled and twisted, burning with heat and want and barely able to hate himself for it. He wanted to cum but he couldn't and it all felt so good but it was all so wrong and ohhhhh. He bucked his hips, desperate for friction and release, but the mouth pulled away and he whined.
"What do you want, pet?" A voice murmured, low and seductive and so, so, soft.
"Please…" he managed.
"Yes?" Warmth stroked him and he struggled to work his jaw.
"Let me…" what were words, again? "Please…"
A soft snort made his ears prick and he almost didn't notice a slick but small warmth entering him, stretching him once again and coating his insides. He breathed, unable to resist a moan. Damn it felt so good.
And then the fingers pulled away and something much larger pressed against his entrance. He scrunched his face. What was the other doing?
"Ready?"
Ready for–? A force pressed into him, shoving something thick and long into him, stretching his walls and making him bleed.
Beast Boy screamed.
It hurt. It hurt so much. "Stop!" He shrieked and pulled against the restraints, clarity crashing over him. "Stop it, please."
The man stilled and he trembled, begging as tears coated his cheeks. Hell he felt so full and it hurt so much and just take it out take it out take it out take it out, please, please, please.
"Relax." A calm tone breathed against his ear and he became aware of a chest pressing against his own. "Breathe."
He struggled to inhale, using the others rhythmic breathing as a reference, but he just couldn't relax. "Take it out, please." He sobbed. "It hurts so much."
"It'll hurt less over time." Lips pressed against his own, soft but controlling all the same.
When the man pulled away, Beast Boy tilted his head and bit his lip. A palm cupped his deflating cock and rubbed, fogging his mind once more. The pain subsided as pleasure rose and before he could protest, the man on top of him moved. In then out and right back in and then hit that spot.
Beast Boy saw stars.
He moaned and arched his back, pressing back against the strokes and hitting the bundle of nerves. He purred and struggled to breathe as the other quickened the pace and he struggled to keep up, forehead beading with sweat. A hand continued the rhythm against his aching cock before undoing the knot and slipping off the leather.
"Garfield," the man grunted. "Garfield."
A final thrust forward sent hot liquid shooting inside of him, burning against the open wounds, and with a few quick strokes, he came as well, spurting white atop his stomach and chest.
The body dropped on top of him and they both panted for air. His heart hammered and he cracked open his eyes–when had he closed them? –only to jolt.
Slade.
Slade had just–He had been–Oh no. Oh no, no, no.
"Done yet?" His voice shook, shame making it crack. "Cause I'd like to go home now."
His captor snorted and pulled out. "You are home."
Not this again. "Slade, I don't–"
A hand slipped between their bodies and roamed south. He tensed and held his breath. He…he wouldn't do it again, would he?
"Sleep, pet." The man murmured. "We'll talk in the morning."
The body slid to the side and arms wrapped around his torso, pulling him taut against the cum and sweat coated chest. He squirmed, liquid seeping down his thighs, but the arms only tightened and Slade muttered a rough threat so he stilled with a scowl. Moments later, the man beside him fell asleep, his breathing rhythmic and at ease.
"I hate you." Beast Boy murmured. "And I'll escape, you'll see."
He didn't sleep at all that night.
~oOo~