Sladin Or Bust – Explicit One Shots from the Vault of Sladin

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EXERPT FROM STORY A SERIES OF DOUBTS. DICK IS PUNISHED AFTER COMING TO CLOSE TO BEING FOUND OUT AND PSEUDO SLADE FEEDS HIM HIS REASONE FOR WHY, DEEPTHROATUNG WARNING AND BECAUSE THIS IS MY FIRT BLOWJOB SCENE. LAST ONE WAS IN FIGHTING LIFE ARC. YOU HATH BEEN FOREWARNED!

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A Lesson from Your Lips

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They'd returned to their little hide away, by the chance that after ten meant to rest for another day. Dick wobbled from the entrance doorway to his bedroom hall, the room's knob barely turning as a set of footsteps and a throat clearing had the teen freeze where he was.

"No."

Slade had been, far from lenient since he'd revealed his partial reason for stealing Richard away from his family and teammates. He expected Dick to live in his world and color those pages in shades that he chose from the Crayola box, no one else as the teen unsteady raised his eyes to the mad man standing right behind him.

"Sir, I won't do it again. I don't want to –

Slade wrenched out and grabbed the hero's arm, bruising it as he was dragged back into the living area, sputtering and acting as if a vine of Ivy's had gotten snared where its thorns dug into unprepared flesh.

"A deal is a deal. I spared Red Hood's life for you. You'll stay, and make it up to your teacher. Be seated. Knees, now." Slade commanded and Richard's face lost its pallor. "I said I was done… Please!"

"KNEES." The beast tugged him down as Dick wrestled to get away, Slade again yanking at his arm as the boy's cuffs for perps was tugged off of his belt side, his eyes no longer forced to hide behind the mask Slade had given him as Nightwing's armor was torn away, ripped off leaving him only Richard in his under suit.

"GET. ON. THE. FLOOR." Slade, in a chipped tone again he demanded further obedience from his boy. Cuffs holding his hands behind his back, his suited shame now nothing but a body suit, the hero gasped before recalling the last few nights ago. He should have been able to take it, yet his last memory was too blurry. With being drunk or even drugged, nothing made clear that he had any practice willingly. He knew what Slade was expecting, he'd let Jason live. And, Red had….

Dick slipped onto his knees, not so eager to get started as Slade pulled up a chair in the room behind him, not taking his eye off of his trembling pupil.

"BELT first." He placed a hand onto the place he wanted to test. Seeing as Dick had no use for his fingers, why not make it difficult.

"TEETH."

Dick gave an incredulous look. "I don't-

"You can try, there are no points being deducted. Do it."

Dick swallowed and scooted up to the buckle. He'd just chip one tooth on that metal…. was…

"Sir…it's not possible." He managed to murmur to the mad man, his elbow at his knee as the merc just hummed thoughtfully. He didn't agree. With a hand to his buckle, the man clicked it with a false sound, still it stood there evenly unfastened as it was at his hip. "Try, tug it off."

Dick nodded and yanked a part of the belt without exposing his teeth to harm them, feeling far too close to the double's sickly body heat as the thing clattered to the ground, cracking his jaw with a flinch as the flavor of tin couldn't have tasted any sweeter.

"NOW. You know what to do." Slade's one eye narrowed in a softened arch, expectant of the pleasure the boy might decide to remedy for this being his punishment, his reminder of who fed and clothed him and could take that all away. Leave him bare in the streets without his name or face.

Dick wobbled lower to gain access to a small seam that just connected the mam's top from his bottoms. He found the crease where the villain's pants would have been, and wedged his face to dig in to let his teeth do the rest, bumping up against a bit of metal as he paused.

A zipper.

Perfect.

He moved back a few inches before gauging out the spot and flicking his tongue to catch the zipper seamlessly between his teeth, receiving a hand to the back of his neck as warm gloved fingers made his skin prickly and inch in closer.

The zipper was no match as his teeth latched onto it, down in a straight but curved line by the base, Slade yanked the head up by the scruff, Dick yelping as a cut from the zipper smeared his upper lip. He tried to taste it and slow the bleeding as Slade's other hand moved to remove a part of the problem between Dick's lips and his trousers.

The hand at his neck moved to wrench at his now brunette hair, his ebony strands begging to sweat and bleed out the dye as he was dragged back over to the apparent and now sluggish member of the villain's.

He. Had to make it harder. Erect all over again.

"Did you think I didn't have your intentions mapped out by now, Dick?" Chuckled the mad man as Dick shook his head, disagreeing that he'd never done this before. In his sleep it was…. never awake. Not like this.

"You'll bring me to climax or until I'm satisfied that you've learned your lesson. Continue, would you."

It wasn't a question, yet an expectation that had to be met. His lips were lowered towards the tip as the hand by his hair moved to cup his jaw, teeth and tongue parting to make way for that –

Involuntarily, he wasn't ready, yet the hand at his jaw wasn't giving in and he was mashed down onto the cock by his throat, the penis now deeper in and no closer to the root…

"If you fuss anymore, I won't be gentle." He spoke as if he were reprimanded a child for breaking the rules.

While Slade was about to try and snap Richard's jaw in his vice grip, Dick blinked back tears as the fullness tasted like shame. His nostrils flaring to help him breathe while his mouth was preoccupied with a visitor as Slade kept him guessing, until his hand returned to grip the back of the boy's throat, the other moving to do the same. The acrid bilious taste at the back of his throat turned to acid as the hero's gag reflux had him whining through the slow drag up and down the man's massive cock.

"Gentle. You're still not ready to accommodate all of me, pet."

Dick's eyes bulged at the use of that one word, he was being punished. That was always the case, right? Slade had used that title to try and humiliate his pupil before…it was hardly a threat as his throat bobbed closer down still, a gurgle coming out of his nose as he had to pull off, yet-

Slade yanked him back off, the cock half hard with half of the work completed. Dick shivered as he coughed, fiercely spitting, drooling off what looked to be pubic hairs from his tongue and lip. The lip stung by the cum that had caught there as he accidentally flicked out and tasted the wrong saltiness he was expecting, making the man's hands grant him favor as he was dragged back into position. "Again, until you get it right."

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Dick's throat had begun to widen and hollow out nicely. Slade let his thrusts become a bit quicker as that last one ha given Dick a full slap of the man's balls into his chin, painting them as the teen was unable to return to his whimpering once the cut had been saturated in saliva and Slade's hot seed. He just moved as any object might, the climax coming before long as Slade buried Richard into his hairs, flush against him as the boy's reflux almost lost out rather but hardly.

His come traveled past the boy's jaw, forcing him to hollow his cheeks as Slade reached down to pinch the kid's nose, making him swallow some of it in the process before gagging up the rest and throwing his head to the floor.

"That's a weakness we'll have to fix." Slade sighed and tapped a set of fingers to thrum against his leg, the hero's jaw shaking as he clutched his arms around himself and breathed as many times as he needed to.

"D- D- DONE…."

"Are we, boy?" Slade moved from his seat and shifted to gripping the kid's hair to meet his leaking member. Drops scattered and fell to the wood, staining the oak with something foul that would never come out.

"You'll need to finish, then you'll graciously pick up the mess you just spat out without thinking…but that's fine, pet." Slade smirked as the kid was forced to be driven down onto him, lapping quickly at the taste of salt and flesh against his lips. The burning sting only growing wetter as acid mattered not now, yet when he made it to the sink to throw up the man's version of a punishment.

"You won't disappear; if you EVER think to run off and find your rescuer, you'll be choking down more than just a single drop. This won't be over, no. You still have much to learn." Slade gripped the kid to tug his loose, dragging his head to the wooden floors and slamming his face into the regurgitation of come and mess that Dick had created through his reluctance.

His eyes went hollow as he was forced to clear the floor of every drop, even by the man's boots as he was made to remain in that position- Slade seated and tossing his legs over the kid's back with something else in his hand…

And it moved, so did Dick before he was given hell and the phone buzzed on by Slade's other pouch.

~ Slade …~

Dick gasped and bit his lip to quiet himself, the item now vibrating in his ass doing a damn good job of making sure he wasn't willing to shoot his mouth off a second time.

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THIS WOULD LEAD UP TO THE PART WHERE TIM AND JASON FIND OUT WHAT SLADE IS PLANNING FOR THEIR BROTHER IN A SERIES OF DOUBTS. COMPLETED AND VERY SLASH SLADIN STORY – BUNCH OF MESSES. HOPE IT WAS OK…. STAY TUNED FOR MORE ONE SHOTS!