Teen Titans – Nightwing; Son of the Demon's Head – Wanted; Dead of Alive: Part Two –

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Preview: Dark and M rated for safety! Lots of torture to come, poor Dick….

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Chapter 1: Back to Reality

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Lazarus Island.

Well, what was left of it. Dick's first order of business was to talk. To speak to the man who'd brainwashed and imprisoned his brothers.

Traumatized his own kid, and had turned Richard into a harem woman.

Which he wasn't, but it was still torture. There was no say in how much steam he'd meant let off towards his "pet."

No longer kept as apprentice material, because someone else already had fit that bill.

Slade walked along the underground cell block and opened a screeching set oron barred gates. Walking just a few steps ahead of one other face that made Dick's stomach sour as he blinked back into the real world.

An overlord did follow.

"Dami…"

"He's a perfectly fit individual. Now that I'm now in charge of Ra's army through force, your brother has only his honor to forsake. He'll be my newest –

"He won't! I gave myself up so that this wouldn't happen!" Dick shouted with a cut lip, ribs drenched in sweat and hair in his face.

A mess.

While Damian held all of Slade's attention. He just stood, the perfect soldier without a will of his own.

It, wasn't…

"You crawled back into my arms, but that doesn't mean I'd have to take you back…you had a shot and blew it." Slade spat at the former hero's pretty face. "My daughter was ready to come forth and reclaim her time as my budding apprentice, but I already had a foot in the door with Ra's, arrangement…should you have succeeded in keeping me from her." Slade explained. "Why do you think I took my sweet time with trying to whittle away your family like I did?"

"You…planned this, to make Dami –

"In time, he'd give me what you'd never expected. Talia and I were once close. Word was, she had birthed Damian as her own test tube creation...along with our child." Dick's eyes grew.

"But those are simply rumors, and even if that were the case…" Slade leered at Grayson, one hungry eye settled on his pet's pretty blues.

"She didn't have my permission."

That meant….

Dick gulped.

He might have killed it, out or rage against Talia…

Was Talia also...

He was doing this to spite, Batman. It was a faint of power, to drag Batman out.

A famous hunter's aim.

Dami was Bruce's flesh and blood, so it was only natural…

Slade would take, his future heirs from him.

"You have him, me. Jason and Tim…. you have it all…" Dick's eyes squeezed shut as he tried to breathe.

"When will it ever be enough !??"

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"When I've fucked over you and the billionaire's lives, I suppose. And when you've learned."

"Stop." Dick growled, motioning to Dami watching.

Slade was aware, and waved a wrist for the boy to go outside as he, punished the unruliest hero on this island.

"He should see." Slade pulled down his belt, slipping it off as his desire to punish was still just as mercurial as ever.

Dick would bite it off. He still had the serum. He didn't have to take this.

"I'd advise you against making this stay, unpleasant." The man came forth and gripped the chained-up hero's jaw with an iron grip. "With so many lives to toy with and break over and over, you'd be wracked with guilt meant kill…. your brothers won't be harmed. As long as you pledge yourself to me –

" Innn!!" Jutting his neck didn't work as that fat cock was pulled back up.

To spear him.

Take him.

Split his jaw right - open wide…

Dick's lower lip began to sweat.

"You'll please me here, or I'll make the bat's kid watch."

Dick's spine curved in shock, shot through with tremors, again his eyes looked up into that psycho's one glazed orb.

"Get on with it. You'll start by remembering my taste. And maybe if you are good, you might be permitted to wear proper clothing. Not that slut costume the girls here won't even touch."

Dick swallowed, his chin hitting the man's balls as he was tugged before that ragged stake.

Burned by it, branded. He could feel the remnants of the lust – curse, as if it was only "awake and alive" when Slade had him like this.

On his hands and knees, pleasuring the man with an open jaw.

Dick slipped over the whole thing, his body acting on its own. Eyes going full wide, he realized it was true.

The suppressed ability to do this, was never gone. He knew how to deep throat without prep, just like he'd been taught.

Shit! He wasn't better! Slade had just stuffed those memories back on purpose as a fail safe…no, he had…wait…

"You are quick, but you need to be more thorough if you want any more those brownie points, Dick." Dragging him up the length of his cock, Slade heard the young man's old, keening whimper as Dick had become somewhat less soft.

Down there.

He grinned below the iron mask. Oh, this was going to be fun. He'd get to break the brat all over, and like the probes, there would be no need to fret while sex had this mindless whore from running away.

And his promise to save those Robin has - beens.

Well, he'd just have to lay it on thicker, wouldn't he?

Dick was rammed forth, the pace rocking and aching at his throat.

Faster, faster until the inevitable moaning came. The hero turned redder and looked to the side, begging his reaction to –

No!

Dick felt his hands, HIS fingers curl over his stiff cock. His now hard member as his other played with and fondled his master's balls…. eyes blurry with tears and his head loudly pounding.

The climax….

Immanent, as Slade's thick cum spread throughout out his windpipe and down towards the esophagus.

His stomach filled with that old feeling of feeling so…stuffed.

He sucked it down, the largest straw he'd ever used while Slade petted the kid's hair ever so tenderly.

It stunk, every ounce slippery clear, as he recalled his trysts and facing the man as his protégé, though unwilling.

Standing.

Kneeling.

Bath.

Bed.

Desk.

Chair.

Roof…

Floor…

Everywhere, Slade was…

EVERY THING. EVERY PLACE.

Dick swallowed, body acting out as it remembered the full-bodied flavor.

Their chemistry.

Perfection.

Slade seemed to agree, but he wasn't done as a second load was shot down the hero's parched throat - Dick swallowing with a low moan before being tugged off.

Falling backwards and with legs spread…panting for release.

Yet, Slade knew it would be too long before Damian grew ever so, curious. He was just a boy, after all.

A rather sneaky child….

"Later, in my chambers, pet."

That word; the title, broke the spell as Dick started to break down, curling into a ball on his side, hyperventilating.

"You…. monster ! Slade! No! No! Not again! Slade !!"

"You scream my name so prettily, little bird." The man teased as he watched the writhing horror that was Grayson, all while he zipped back up and left his cum to blanket his pretty prize.

"Though, you always did…you'll be given food soon. Not just cum." He tightened up his belt with a quick yank.

"You earned it." Smirked the merc as he went to lock up, not a word more as Dick wailed on into the night. His pain returning as a fresh wound; stitched and then dragged apart at the hands of a even greater madness.

How many times his heart had been shattered?

Shot at.

Teased.

Fucked as easily as a breeding sow…?

He, was dead here….

Richard still…

His eyes blinked back tears, the gates opened a crack as the dimming moonlight and a torch – lamp came into view.

"Master Wilson requests your presence."

It wasn't a servant of some unknown name and origin that had looked poor Dick in the eye, but Timothy Drake.

"Come, before he decides to punish us both."

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