WARNING – Chapter is NSFW and has graphic sexual assault
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 3
Beast Boy woke to the stench of dried semen, sweat, and a body way to close to his own. Beneath the curtains, sunlight creeped across the floor and determination crept back into his resolve. He was close to freedom. Just had to escape through the window and–Slade grunted in his sleep, tightening his grip on Beast Boy's torso, and the teen grimaced. He wriggled but pins and needles shot up his arms and his lower back burned. He whined low in his throat, a headache beginning to form. His throat was parched and he hurt all over and it was too hot and too exposed and too vulnerable and he just wanted to go home and the window was right there.
"Morning, pet." A monotone, roughened by sleep, whispered into his ear.
He tried to pull away but there was nowhere to go so he settled for stifling a whimper instead. A tongue ran along his cheek, tracing tear stains and he screwed his eyes shut. Not again. Not again not again not again.
Breath brushed against his skin and he shuddered, fear worming its way up his spine as Slade spoke. "How does a shower sound?"
He bit his lip. It sounded great but what would happen in the shower? "Letting me go sounds better." He rasped.
A snort and a shifting body made his ear twitch. He turned to look only to recoil. Piercing blue eyes stared him down and messy blond hair framed the expression. Lips curled upwards into a smirk as he swallowed.
"You will learn to like it here." A broad hand captured his chin, holding him in place as a mouth descended on his own.
He whimpered against the invasion but didn't struggle. He was just too exhausted for now and the enemy kept him pinned. Struggling would just waste energy he didn't have.
The mouth moved from his own to pepper kisses to his face. He frowned and averted his eyes. From controlling to soft, he didn't know how to interpret the actions. Was Slade seriously planning on keeping him alive? Why? Just for his body?
Was that it? Was he just a…a toy?
He growled but Slade didn't stop touching him. Hands slid up his arms to the bracelets on his wrists and–he jerked his head up. Was Slade untying the knot? Was he letting him go?
"Run and you will not be allowed to shower." His captor grunted.
His arms dropped to the pillows and immediately he brought them down to rub feeling back into them. Slade shifted on top of him and a sharp face neared his own. He flinched but the man just hooked a finger beneath his collar and tugged him close.
"What're you–"
Leather slid beneath the finger and Slade fastened the belt. Beast Boy scowled and grabbed at the make-shift leash but his captor just yanked and hauled the teen out of the covers. Beast Boy choked on a swear and tumbled to the floor, the short leash sliding behind his neck to pull the collar against his throat.
"Come, pet." Slade commanded and pulled on the belt.
"You piece of–" He gasped as the man tugged harder and he stumbled after, legs shaking and lower back throbbing.
Slade dragged him into a big bathroom and shoved him into the large shower stall. Beast Boy readied a snarl until his captor closed the glass door behind them. He swallowed back the anger and backpedaled until his back hit the wall, icy tiles making him flinch, and Slade loomed over him.
"S-Slade, don't…" he yelped when the man forced a knee between his legs. "Slade, please."
"Remember, I own you." The man leered and grasped the knob. "But if you don't want another round then I suggest you address me as Master or Grant."
His eyes narrowed. Like hell he'd call his kidnapper master. Or Grant for that matter because the creep was Slade. Not a man but a monster.
"Slade." He spat. "Don't you know slavery was abolished forever ago?"
"Ah, but you're not my slave." Cold water rained on them and Beast Boy gasped. "You are my pet and it's legal to keep those."
His captor pulled away only to wrap the free end of the belt around the bar attached to the wall that held a pair of rags. Beast Boy growled and would've fumbled with the wet leash had the creep not soaped a rag and set to cleaning the teen's body.
Beast Boy jerked from the touch. "Stop it!"
"You need to be bathed." The water warmed.
"I can clean myself!" He snapped back and snatched the rag.
The man smirked but let him wipe the rag against his skin. He turned away from the eyes watching him too intently. A low chuckle made him stiffen and he yelped when a palm slapped his rear.
He whirled around with a punch ready but Slade grabbed his wrist and tugged him into his chest. Beast Boy wriggled but the water and his torn muscles made it hard to stay upright and jerk free.
"So you do want a round two." Slade murmured and shoved him down.
His knees slammed against the tiles, jerking on the leash, and he craned his neck upwards with bared teeth. He squeaked as a half-hardened cock neared his face. That thing had fit inside of him? And now Slade expected him to put it in his mouth? Fat chance!
"Suck, pet." Fingers threaded through wet hair. "Mind your fang."
"No." He narrowed his eyes against the torrent of water. "You've got a free hand, go suck yourself."
Silence descended. Heartbeats passed before. "Your training begins with breakfast."
Beast Boy hissed and clawed at the forearm gripping his hair. Slade grabbed the teen's jaw and held it open. In one quick thrust, wet cock filled his mouth and soaked hair surrounded his nose. He screamed and tried to bite, writhing in the hold. Slade tightened the grip on his jaw, pushing deeper and Beast Boy gagged. He couldn't breathe, damnit!
The creep pulled out, allowing a second for air before plunging back in. Beast Boy's muffled screams didn't deter the man. It almost seemed to spur him on as the jerk hummed and Beast Boy took a moment to realize screaming made vibrations. And vibrations felt good. He cursed and quieted, holding his breath and waiting for the end.
"Now don't do that, pet." The monotone reprimanded, withdrawing. "Your voice is music and you should share it."
Beast Boy inhaled and the cock returned. Back and forth, back and forth, he felt like a rag doll. Or a sex toy. Either wasn't appealing. Both were as miserable as he felt.
Not soon enough, Slade grunted and released into his mouth. Beast Boy sagged until Slade didn't pull out and demanded he swallow. The teen grimaced but complied, stomach churning as the salty liquid poured into it.
"Good boy." Slade praised and combed his hair. "Let's finish our bath and I'll treat you to clothes and a genuine breakfast."
He shuddered as the man hauled him to his feet. Clothes sounded great. Real food even better, but…
Fabric rubbed against his skin and this time he didn't protest as Slade cleaned him. He really didn't want a repeat. So he stood in silence, flinching every time the creep moved closer, until he shut off the water and dragged him by the leash out of the stall. The man unfastened the belt and grabbed a towel off a bar, drying him. But the torture didn't end there.
When his captor pulled a dress out of the sink cabinet, his fire returned. "I don't think so."
Slade cocked a brow. Beast Boy swallowed but stood his ground, gaze skittering to the door. His captor slid back into his line of sight, blocking the door, and made a show of clicking the lock shut.
"That's not gonna keep me here, dude." He narrowed his eyes. "You are not gonna keep me here."
The creep smirked. "Don't you remember what I can do?"
"Unfortunately." He admitted. "Which is why I'm not staying anywhere near you."
He lunged for the door but Slade moved. To the side and then behind, Slade dropped into a crouch and kicked his ankles. Beast Boy toppled to the floor. Quick as a viper, Slade had pulled the teen's torso up and slipped fabric over his head and forced green arms through the sleeve holes.
Beast boy kicked and swore but the man sat on his back and zipped up the back. Slade stood and Beast Boy scrambled to his feet. Screw it! He'd wear the damn thing and escape anyway.
He lunged for the lock. An arm looped around his waist and he flailed, chanting. "Let me go, let me go, let me go, Slade!"
His captor huffed. He was hauled out of the bathroom, into the bedroom, and to a closet. Slade kept him pinned to one side while, with his free limb, pulled two belts off a coat hanger. Too soon, his wrists were bound together with one belt and he was toted, bridal-style, out of the room and down a hallway.
Two corners and a staircase later–just how big was this place? – they arrived in a dining room. Slade sat him down at a table and fastened him to a chair with the extra belt and Beast Boy spat profanities.
"Language, pet."
"Screw you, Slade!"
"Watch your tongue or use it well." Slade leered. "My name is Grant. Would you like a reminder?"
The teen quieted and looked away, lower back aching.
"I thought so."
Slade exited the room. Footsteps faded and returned in a nearby room. The sound of metal and the scent of fire filled the air and Beast Boy exhaled. What was he gonna do? What could he do? Without his powers, he didn't have much strength. Though he knew some martial arts, he wasn't as skilled as, say, Nightwing. Though hardly anyone was as skilled as that guy. And his powers had rarely never worked so he never had a reason to practice battling in human form.
What could he do? And what did Slade even want from him?
"What have you gotten yourself into, dude?" He murmured.
A plate descended in front of him and he flinched, snapping back so fast the chair would've fallen had Slade not caught the back. He flushed. Damnit, not the time to show weakness in front of the enemy!
Laughter rang above him and he scowled, absently realizing Slade had dressed in a button-down shirt and black pants. Lips pressed against his cheek and the expression wiped off his face. Slade wasn't going to force him again, was he?
"Calm yourself," the man breathed into his ear. "It's just pancakes and bacon."
Grappling for the flash of anger, Beast Boy exclaimed. "Bacon? Not only leather belts and silk dresses but bacon? Dead baby pigs? They murder innocents to make those things!"
"And exquisite things they are. Now eat." Slade sat in the chair to his right, scooting close and grabbing a knife and fork.
"I'd rather die!"
Slade cut part of the pancake. "So dramatic."
"It's called animal cruelty. Not that you'd care."
The man lifted the bite sized food with the fork, complete with bacon on top, and Beast Boy jolted as he brought it to the teen's mouth. "Stop!" He struggled against the restraints. "Stop it, please!"
His captor smirked and let the food hover too close to the self-proclaimed vegetarian's face. "Answer one question and I will."
"Okay!" He yelped. "Just–no cannibalism!"
"What's my name?"
"Slade," he answered fast.
"Wrong." The man darkened his tone. "You have one more try."
Beast Boy hesitated, eyeing the food and then the creep's sharp cheek bones. He avoided the piercing blue eyes watching him and skittered his focus to the blond bangs, thin eyebrows, and…
"…my name, Garfield?"
"How do you know my real name?" He asked instead, eyes on the part in his captor's hair.
Slade shot him a look that suggested he was dumb. "You are green."
He flushed. "But–"
"Answer. Now."
Beast Boy lowered his gaze and hedged. "…Grant."
"Louder."
"Grant."
"That's it, one more time."
Now Beast Boy knew he was toying with him, but if it meant not being a cannibal then he'd comply. "Grant."
"Good boy."
The food moved out of his face and he sighed, grateful until a plate of sausage slid in front of him and he swallowed. Was Slade–or…Grant, he guessed–going to force him to eat anyway? Despite his obedience?
"Relax. I made those with artificial meat."
"I don't believe you." His voice trembled. "Why should I believe you?"
"Would you rather have a salad?"
The response threw him for a loop. Was Slade–Grant–whoever serious?
He slowly responded, trying to keep his voice level but failing as it cracked. "Why would you do that?"
"I take proper care of my pets. Speaking of…" the man eyed him. "That dress is a bit big on you but I'll have my tailor come to take your measurements. She'll craft you a dress that'll make you even more stunning."
Beast Boy swallowed. Slade…Grant was serious? Really, really, serious?
"Well?" Sla–Grant prompted. "Salad or waffles?"
"You're serious." Beast Boy frowned. "You're actually serious."
"Yes, now–"
"No you don't get it." The teen shifted, clenching his fists. "You seriously plan on keeping me. Alive. And as a pet. What…" He shook his head, disbelief widening his eyes. "Why?"
Sl–Grant curled his lips and stood. "To decorate my room and warm my bed? To use as I see fit? To hold and keep for as long as I want? Why do you think I want you?"
Beast Boy stared at his captor's back as the man turned and left the dining room, presumably to head into the kitchen. He swallowed. He didn't know why. Why else would he ask? He lowered his head, absently staring at the table as he thought.
"Here," a hand swept aside the plate of sausage and Beast Boy jolted. A salad appeared and Grant returned to his seat. "I guarantee there's no meat in there. So eat."
The teen glanced at his bound wrists and torso. When he looked up, his captor held a fork full of lettuce and pressed it against the teen's mouth. Exhaling, Beast Boy lowered his jaw and allowed the man to feed him. His cheeks burned with shame and embarrassment. His long time enemy was spoon-feeding him. Just… What was wrong with the creep? And why had he decided to kidnap him now when the jerk had never looked at him twice?
He swallowed leaves and cleared his throat. "What have you been doing for the past two years?"
Grant waved a hand. "Nothing you need to concern yourself with. You're home and safe with me."
Beast Boy's breath hitched. "Safe? What do you mean by safe? What have you been planning?"
"Calm yourself, pet." His captor brushed fingers through green hair. "No harm will come to you so long as you are with me."
"No, no," Beast Boy tried to pull away. "No, Slade, what are you planning?"
The fingers gripped the strands harder and Beast Boy winced. "If you can't even obey a simple order, then why should I tell you?"
"I just–" He wriggled. "Just tell me!"
"As I said," another palm slid onto his cheek. "You need not worry."
"But my friends–Jump City–you," he fought in the hold, "you're going to hurt them all, I just know it!"
"And if I am?" The man smirked into his eyes. "What will you do?"
Beast Boy shrank back. What could he do? An idea flashed. "Everything I can to stop you, Slade."
"Then I suggest you use my preferred name. Obedient pets reap rewards."
"And I suggest you let me go cause I'm not you're stinkin' pet." Beast Boy snapped.
Slade yanked on green hair and dragged him and the chair forwards. His stomach slammed against the edge of the table and he grunted. That was gonna leave a bruise.
"Do not test me, pet." The creep grinded teeth by his ear. "Or would you like to be leashed to my bed, taken, and then left there alone until I decide to take you again?"
His heart hammered. "N-no…no, don't–"
"It'd be easy: I'd use chains to keep you locked in place. Your arms above your head and your legs spread wide and waiting for me. You'd look so inviting and delicious that I'd just ravish you again. And again. And again."
The teen's breath shortened. "No, please, Slade–"
"It's tempting, especially when you don't obey. I could do it to you now. I wouldn't mind at all and I'm certain you'd enjoy it."
Beast Boy shook his head, brows furrowed and eyes pleading.
"Or…" the man began. "Well, I'm a generous man. I suppose I could allow you to rest... If you are well-behaved.
He swallowed, green eyes wide.
"Say my name. Correctly this time."
Beast Boy lowered his gaze. "…Grant."
"Good. Now meet my eyes and say it again."
He forced his eyes up. "Grant."
"Perfect." His captor pulled away and resumed feeding the teen.
When he finished and Sla–Grant had eaten his own breakfast, the man untied him from the chair and looped an arm around his torso and restrained arms. Beast Boy gulped as they followed a vaguely familiar path and a very familiar set of stairs.
"W–wait," he stammered as they started up the steps. "You said you wouldn't…"
Grant hummed.
"Wouldn't do that if I obeyed…"
"I said I'd let you rest and I will. I changed the sheets and blankets, so you will stay there while I go to work."
Beast Boy scowled. "You mean while you plan to hurt people."
"No," the grip on his arm hardened. "I do have a day job."
His breath hitched as they entered his kidnapper's bedroom and he was forced on top of the bed. Grant looped the extra belt beneath his collar and tied it to the bedpost. He left the teen's wrists bound and kissed his cheek.
"I'll be back, pet." Grant pulled away. "Be good while I'm gone."
The door clicked shut behind him.
~oOo~