If you didn't figure it out, this may shine light on the events.

Warnings - SEXUAL THEMES

Disclaimer - Nope, still don't own.

The Price pt. 2

Each time he showed the slightest bit of resistance towards the man's wishes he was punished, each time kissed, causing his body to bend to his will despite his attempts to refuse the urge, to refuse the acts the other forced him to undergo. He'd just refused a request he saw as impossible, finding his mouth immediately attacked, trying to dodge, push away, run, though his form quickly began to tingle, falling to his knees, leaving him defenseless at the touches found him, wanting to cry.

"P-please… nahhh! Mo-!" He shook, tears sliding past lids as he stared up, the feeling of how pointless fighting was hitting full force, making him sink into despair despite his clouded gaze.

"Stop defying me and you won't be punished." He purred, the tone only fueling his desires, having become an aphrodisiac, even when he wasn't being punished, mind having linked it to the sensation. A hand began rubbing as they always did, soon pushing under his clothes, finding his nubs already hard. "Excited aren't you…" He chuckled under his breath, larger form lying over his back, own shaft rubbing his entry through the layers of clothing. He moaned a ragged moan, not sure why the action pushed him off the edge, hands balling in fists under him. He thrust his end against the man, form acting of its own accord, boy having no say as he edged the other on.

His fits had dulled, kisses barely able to cause him to cum from the simple taunting, needing more to fulfill his need, body more than aware of the pain he'd undergo if he didn't cum, taking over. The man smirked, wrapping a hand around his stomach as he lightly pushed against his end, making his head lean back, screaming out as his aching member released a load, bottoms stained white.

"Good, boy…" He whispered, though unlike the times before, he didn't release the other, hold tightening, fingers finding the edge of his tights, boy snapping from his state, panic ensuing.

"St-stop…" He said in a weak tone, exhaustion clear as the man continued despite, feeling the light struggle. "No…!" It was a bit more persistent, though nothing the man felt need to address, pulling his bottoms to his upper thigh, releasing his limp cock, revealing his tight hole. A zipper rang, scraping like nails on a chalk board through the silence, boy gulping with a ragged moan peaking past chapped lips. A finger rimmed his hole, bird freezing, completely aware of himself as his body shook, afraid to move, afraid that if he did move that would trigger the other, who currently had him pinned against the ground.

The finger retreated, making him sigh in relief, though it didn't last long, feeling his stomach lifted, his thrashing as well as able against the touch, horror welling as they continued, turning into the adjacent hall. The walk was short, stopping in front of a door, boy wide eyed as a hand moved to the touchpad, typing in a code before a beep sounded. The door slid at a slow pace, causing the younger male to panic farther, struggle strengthening, though still not enough to raise concern as he was dragged through the door, thrown to a bed.

The sheets were warm, which made the boy consider submitting, having been cold for so long, but that thought was quickly eliminated, trying to claw from the bedding and to the ground, managing, or being allowed to manage more like, man simply sitting on the edge of the bed as the boy scurried to a corner, knowing resistance was futile as he wrapped his arms around legs. The man removed his boots, them hitting the ground, Robin jolting with each loud thud, head buried in knees as he prayed to whatever god was present to help him escape the monster rising from the bed. His leg was grabbed, boot pulled off a kicking foot, making him raise a brow.

"I don't want shoes in my bed." He explained, throwing the other behind him, which landed next to the pile. He was lifted again, thrash far stronger than before as he attempted to flee, managing to knee his side, dropped, landing on his back with a thud. "Bad…" He growled, boy flipping to his feet, in a perch as he glared at his attacker.

"Don't come near me." He growled, hearing a deep chuckle, a button manifesting, red pulsing from the hold, seeming to attract the thumb hovering, making him choke, body having no choice but to oblige, glare turning to a defeated look aimed at the ground, rising to feet, rubbing arm as he looked away, unable to meet the other's gaze.

"Come. Now." Robin crept towards the bed, delaying the inevitable, sitting on the edge. The man made his way towards the petrified prey, none to gentle as he grabbed his wrist, throwing him to his stomach, catching pelvis as he tried to pick himself up, likely to run, pulling him back against the larger form, feeling his legs straddled by the other, hair caught in a ruff hold, locks tugged, burying head in the mattress, pinning him to the bedding. Teeth gritted as Slade began grinding him like he had earlier, hands moving to his bottoms, once again pulling them down, allowing him to rim his entrance, a shaking sob already leaving him, having been stripped of any hope of escaping the nightmare's taunting hands.

"P-p-please don't…" The finger ceased it's movement, man amused, as his finger probed the trembling end, poking through his opening with little resistance, seeing the boy's back arch in discomfort. "St-stop! D-don't!" He tried to struggle, body pushed harder into the mattress, raven locks tugged as the digit continued to sink deeper into his virgin end, soon reaching knuckles, pulling back out at the same dreadfully slow pace, Robin still attempting to escape, fearing the end result of such events. A second joined the first, stretching his hole to ensure he wouldn't be ripped, slowly rubbing walls as he picked up speed, scissoring the opening, hearing the male gasp, obviously feeling something as the violations went on.

After taking his time teasing the other, the fingers left him, leaving a panting form to cry, knowing what the exit meant, feeling buff hands hold his plump end, rubbing cheeks, as he pressed against the door, Robin gasping aloud at the size, frozen in fear alone, knowing he'd be torn in two at entry.

"No…" It was too late, the head popped past his entry, slowly sinking into the squirming half, making the hero cry aloud. "Please! Please! Don't! Get out!" He started. "I'll listen, please!" He tried, though with little success, feeling the intruder sink deeper into his person, soon pressing into a wall, a surprised screech sounding as the man pulled out, only to go back in at a slightly quicker pace, though missing that spot. "Don't- ahh!" He slammed it that time, bliss spreading through the other's everything, only growing more intense as the speed and force rose, a hand moving to hold his stomach as the velocity gained. His cries were that of pleasure, feeling his very being drawn in the sea, stabbed in the same spot repeatedly, feeling pre-cum leak from his tip, about to release as his shaft was caught, refused, a pain all too familiar finding him, though he didn't care at the time, feeling his head spin from the experience, panting as a hot blush warmed his cheeks, thrusting into the strikes to gain more of the addictive reaction, other simply going harder.

"S-sla- Slade!" He screamed the enemy's name, gaining more force in the strikes, hitting the same spot, electric currents erupting in his line of vision, thinking he'd pass out. "P-please, m-m-more! S- S- Slade!" His head leaned back, spine arching as the other released his cock, eyes rolling back as he was allowed to cum, feeling warmth invade his weeping hole.

Realization came with the onslaught of tears, screaming to himself as the warmth sat inside him, expecting the other to pull out, though he didn't, simple flopping on the bed at his side, pulling his body closer as he fell asleep holding him. He sat, intruder still spooning his hole, vile remnants of the attack trapped, shaking as tears racked his everything, wanting nothing more than the sweet release of death to wash over him, knowing the man wouldn't allow him that small bliss.

The next morning he woke, having fallen asleep from exhaustion at some point in the night, waking to the feeling of the man still lodged in his end, waking due to the sudden movement, other thrusting inside him again, going slow, not speeding, simply slowly entering the begging entrance, grazing his wall to create a melody of ecstasy from his victim, who didn't attempt to run, still to the others actions, honestly not caring, knowing resistance was futile, stomach held firm to the buff chest belonging to his master.

WEE! I have issues I should see a professional about! Whoo hoo!

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