Sladin or Bust – Explicit One Shots from the Vault ofSladin
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Based on marionette by "Flyleaf." Dick is compared to a porcelaindoll and is still Slade's apprentice. Undertones of abuse so dark. Try to be carefulwith the analogies, Inkblot!
PORCELAIN DOLLS AND UNRULY APPRENTICES
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Pale and precious. Shining as the sword that stood before Camelot'sfinest kings. He was, used up for a time before he rose. The man clung to him, backand chest bare as he was murmured sweet thoughts of revenge against the Bat, anda few…. unsettling reasons to stay. So, he let the man grope him. He let his master toywith him like the doll he'd become; at the man's meetings with Lex oreven….
Twisting a pert nipple, the thought died as he shut his earsto the noise of twisting metal in both their ears. It had been three years. Threeyears of finally becoming too obsessed with the man's mask. To break him of thateventually, Slade revealed too much at once for the purpose…. exact…
Of draggingRichard into his destructive world. The boyknew he'd developed a mechanism to avoid that pain. Stockholm. A single case tokeep his friends alive, to do what he was told and to not fight the budding urgewhen Slade nipped at his throat, or when Dick clawed at the man's back during foreplay.However, it was well past that between them.
He when the fighting had quieted, Renegade took to entertaininghis master. When they were on a mission in France, Dick was forced to cross dressto keep his cover. That was the first time, somethinghad changed. Afterthat, he was pleased to dress up as much as his master could stroke and praise hisinflated ego.
"You could wear them. The lace set. I wouldn't mind it, Renegade."
Dick moved and tugged down today's choice of panties as the manexplored. However, as he arched into the set of fingers over his ass and cock, bobbingerect where he could…Smell.
Where Slade could taunthim, tell him he'd liked it.
It was a few hours and a day after they'd finished in Madridwith a special case. Richard had sneaked to a shop on the country as a leisure endtrip; he wanted to do something besides wear silk and lace thongs. He wanted…
In the haunt that time he'd returned to Jump, Slade sat uponhis throne as he looked over the Titans' disbanding on the news.
He hummed and leaned into his gauntlet – clad palm while a meekmouse let its colors show from the corner of the mercenary's one eye.
"Master..." His little mouse wore no true lace, yet a skirt pushedup as a traditional to scantily dressed lolita. As a maid, with a tray of tea andsugar cubes in his two trembling hands. He wore his shoulder long hair in a growingbraid made into a taut bun. Of course, Slade had allowed Dick to grow it out whenhe'd been good enough. The man analyzed the sight and did himself the favor of removinghis mask's plate, his sweat drenched brow not as terribly horrid as the time spentin the dark for three years.
"Come here, my dear. What tea do you have for your master today?"
Dick's grin was sweet as he happily balanced the tray. The MaryJane's with a kitten heel as he didn't mind the pinch. "Yes, today we have a blendof Darjeeling and raw sugar crystals with a side of light cream. I wasn't sure –
"Pour me a cup." The boy was cut off as he reached the side ofthe dais. His hands moving as he'd seen Wintergreen do before, before he'd gottenfed up with his old friend's tendencies. He warmed the cup, disposing of it in another,the tea brewed not a moment too soon as he strained out the wet leaves from theirmetal basket.
When the steaming steep was once again as it should always beto make Slade beam at anyone pouring the concoction, Dick took to his arm and handto raise up the pot, until Slade moved to have Richard gasp, his hand slipping asthe cup, the good China splattered and g hisshattered. The man deliberately having pulledaway the tray as Dick held onto the teapot. His pants for the reason, the man'sarmored thighs now set with the fragrance of a thousand tea orchards. His handsbent to put the pot to the side as he apologized over and over.
"I…I'm…. I'm so sorry, master! I'll get you a clean –
"Don't leave. Stay." Slade pointed to his crotch where the man'scup was started to look more prominent against the outline if his uniform. "You want my forgiveness, my dear? Then, clean it up. Lick."
Dick felt his panties knot as the skirt barely covered his erection."Yes, as you wish…. sir…." Wetting his own pink lips, the boy's ass went up over the side of the throne's arm, his ribs not minding as the little flexible thing granted kitten more flicks of his pink tongue over the man's throbbing bulge. Slade's hand however was not sure that this punishment was enough, so he wrenched up the boy's skirts and groped his cheeks in nearly a single clutch of his massive palm. "Continue.You'll receive twenty swats for your carelessness. That China is irreplaceable. What will you do to pay offyour massivedebt, my dear?"
Dick raised his brow as he painted the weeping cloth with a sucking praise of his two lips. Puckering over the cloth to make it wetter. To make his master, harderfor him.
"Anything…. master…" He said in-between pops of his mouth over the man's still clad crotch. "I'll clean you, so…punish me, master. I deserve it…"
"Take this as one reason to notchange your doubtful mind, my dear." The hits were mixed with groping as Dick's hot breath finally made clear;he was horny enough to do things his way. Just to get Slade to have him here, inthe sane room where Robin had left the world over.
" GMMM…."
Slade's member bucked as Richard undid the belt, the pants and covering slipping down low enough for the man's penis to hit his cheek. "Master….all for me? Really?"
"If you want it, then let me hurt you some more, pet."
Dick smiled before whining into the man's fingers. Still probing him, the slick mess making his ass twitch as Dick felt his lips tap against the long hot toy at his disposal. "I'll lick you clean, master. Make you love it too…."
He put his lips to the base and worked on making it slick enough to devour at the tip. To have it inside him, to hollow him out as his master's fingers pumped in and out so quickly to prepare his toy some more for the stretch.
"Take it, my dear…. show me how you'll please your master." The man scissored with his digits roughly as Dick swallowed the rod down to the root, coming back up as he felt another hand in his hair this time, tugging his red lips free and loose. He was bobbed upon his master's cock, his lap possibly next for being so patient. His rose red ass was toyed with as Renegade took to that part of his pleasure in earnest. Pain made him forget the bad dreams, thefear he allowed to stay in the back of his mind. He wanted more, he wanted it to swallow him up in bliss very soon.
"Have you been practicing, my dear?" The older man spoke to him like a child, so Dick played along. Liking the praise, even during role play night.
He came up for air with a pop, sigh and a gasp, pre – cum coatinghis stained lips. "Yes…. I'm so happy to have my master's permission. I love this so much. Master…. work me open, please! I need it!"
The swats continue as Dick howled and was forced back down onto the man's dripping member. Eyes of a wolf looked down while smacking his pretty doll's rear until it blushed a brilliant, bright red. "Keep yourself pretty for me always, I'll give you what you crave, princess…"
Dick looked up at the man as he felt the sack fill, the stretch happen as the hand was removed, the boy's hollowed cheeks sucking down what he'd hoped would earn him the privilege of much more.
"Good…. very good…." Slade let go of Dick's scalp as he swallowed as much as the man's reward for riding out the discomfort. Still, his face was hot,flushed as Richard kicked off his shoes. He returned with his legs now positionedto straddle the man properly. "What else…can I do for you…" He traced a lacy glove over the man's pectoral, eyes batting as sharply as an unmated vixen. "My dear, master?" He batted up at his keeper.
"Am I finally forgiven?"
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Dick was not himself; he knew that the trauma had changed himinto his own worst self. That when he woke tomorrow morning, the man's bulk would bother him. He'd just push himself out of bed, eat or spar and train to be a deadly weapon as his master wanted him to become. .
But, for now….
A slick sound of two bodies coming together, whining high as the younger was used to warm his master's venous present, lodged deep as it could touch his prize...
He could, maybe for little while?
"Ung! Un! Un!! Master! Master! Annnhg!!"
Enjoy being his master's favorite possession. His perfect doll, his…
The man nearly had this toy blacking out as his stockings were soon easily, torn. The man's chest and small mounds exposed as Slade sucked onto each pebbled, erect tit. Dick moaned out as his legs twitched. Up and down his own cock flopped and rose upon the man's marathon worthy thighs. His cock...his cock. He wouldn't get away, because he had asked to belong. To someone, this someone was who knew about all of his chiseled parts. All of what no one could glue back together.
Bone white and speechless.
He was red, red and alive below the skin as he again, came and again, the man still went. Three times …four. .how long? How long would he give into his pain and pleasure.
"I apologize for ruining, your uniform…." Blushed the sweating prize in the merc's lap. Her dress was ravaged by the wolf, only the skirt and headband left intact it looked like.
"You asked for me to showyou my displeasure, pet." The man pulled Dick down onto his rock hard member before pulling him off in a new yank of pleasure and pain. Dripping white cum slid out of his ass as Dick was turned now to face away- in reverse as his master repositioned his noisy dolly to take his punishmentfor being so damned needy.
"The fact you're spoiled by me, is troubling. You are mine, Renegade. Act like it. I can't have an apprentice that twists their master's arm."
The teen bobbed his head back and gasped. "Y…yes!"
The man had a good view of his toy's ass as it was smacked back to blue while the poor kid earned a life time supply of his master's cum.
"You thought that seducing the man that taught you how, to play rough the first time was a decent plan…. well?"
"Master…. I….I…lo –
"Be quiet."
The teen held on as the man dragged Dick's arms in one grip behind his back. Richard cried out from the drag, his master's colorful swats leaving him breathless.
"The China will be replaced. Consider this payment."
Dick was in a more fragile state than Slade was willing to admit, his nose now dripping as his true feelings cane through the floodgates. As Renegade, began to weep.
Slade moved slowly, the swats stopping as a hand drifted to rest under the boy's chin to turn it. "You became selfish, my dear." Slade explained softly. "Would you like to stop, go get washed up?"
"N…no!" Richard was gone, yet Renegade. Renegade was still confusedby these emotions. "Master…. finish…finish, inside me…please! I'm sorry…. I…-
"As you wish "Slade let his hand drop as Dick let out a soundless gasp. Slade had reverted to his old speed, carving out the end to this tunnel in his protégé's young and foolish hole. "Come, when I come." The man ordered his squirming dolly as its raven mane was tugged to bring the boy's throat to him.
As Slade leaned over and... BIT.
DICK CAME , his harsh moaning soon lost to deaf ears as he curled up into his master's broad chest. A hand stroked over his hair, lowering to trail over his slender arms.
"How good you are for me…. then, as you wish. Rest…."
The brief whistling through his toy's nose made Slade releasean equally aroused purr, the boy curling up tighter into him. Expecting more goodpraises for his acting jobs. He'd be pleased at the progress of his little voyeuristicpet.
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In Venice, things got steamy. A bunch of masked crooks lookedhim over as the chains at his legs and wrists burned. He was supposed to be a distraction.This was a cult, a black-market session as the bidding began.
Dick was blindfolded and barely there; the drugs in his system.He could still feel the heat of the lights, the sweat at his brow and the nape ofhis slim neck. His master would come, he would. He'd never leave his dear doll tosuffer. As dressed up in layered ruffles as they'd done, make up so sticky thathe couldn't weep to remove it, the hours slowly ticked –
"STARTING THE BIDDING AT….FIVE HUNDRED THOUSAND. FIVE HUNDRED THOUSAND?"
Hands went up. So far, so good. He drifted to his knees and shivered.The lights did not keep him, the sights he could not sense.
"Seven hundred fifty thousand!!"
"EIGHT HUNDRED FIFTY!"
"ONE MILLION."
The doll raised its darkened glance at the floor. He….
No one spills their guts, until one masked animal rose to bringthe bidding to a hike. "Three million."
Dick looked to the tall, suave dark outline through the bitsof his cloth blindfold. The man from one million was about to speak, yet the onewith twice to offer, raised five million. Can anyone best those numbers?"
The other masked male turned; his pride not kept as he turnedaway. Another time. He'd not give up his pretty doll to anyone. The man who'd wonclambered to the stage and forced a glare at the auctioneer and staff. "The payment was done prior; you'll have your money. The gal is mine. Anyone say otherwise, then come and find my room. Got it?"
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In the cab, the sleek black SUV, the man let the tired assassin rest upon his knee as the drugs kept the teen silent.
"I'm so sorry, Dick…. I won't lose you again, I can't hurt your parents' promise."
In a somber way, Richard recalled that warm touch. Not from his master, not from anyone he'd not thanked for the life he'd led threeyears ago. In a hushed sob, Dick let his tears seep in the man's dress pants. "I'm sorry…I'm sorry…. please…."
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The time spent with Bruce and the bat clan was much safer, much more carefully planned around Dick's time to mentally heal. In that time, Jason Todd, the new Robin, tended to need a good swat by Bruce or Alf. Babs hugged hima lot more, but he had acquired a dislike of being close to anyone but his mentor. Anyone else was rejected at first. The Stockholm acted like a drug he had to work out of his system. Once he was clean, the healing could truly begin. Trustcould form. He could...
It wasn't until Bruce dear friend Dr. Leslie Kyle made sure to spare no expense at keeping her promise to the bat. She would see Dick today. Her office was only a few blocks off as Dick walked down to the street corner, his eyes straying as Alfred turned to the bat link to speak to Bruce, who's nerves were still paper thin in that time.
~ Ang…AL!
"MASTER DICK??"
The butler cut the line short as he swung back the door to his aging vehicle. The scream was far too muffled to be ordinary and not already out of sight, he feared. Dick wasn't unable to handle muggers, but this wasn't normal.
Alfred pressed the unit's button in his pocket as the butler waited for the Bat to get the memo. His God son had been abducted right outside, in plain sight. In the daylight, where the bat need not reach...
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The scent of leather and gunpowder had Dick kicking his abductor, yet the man was too strong. Oddly, he recognized that overbearing strength and couldn't not even bite back.
"Hush…. I'm here and you're coming home, Renegade. I'm not letting them fix you. There isn't anything wrong with you."
Dick flailed harder, the glove cutting off his breath as he lethis sounds peek out, the shrill cry not even bird – worthy for a couple of batsduring the day. "Quiet. I'm back, I'm not letting you go to him. You and I are –
Dick let his teary, red azure orbs halt the man's innermost desiresfrom coming to fruition. "So." Slade removed a part of his hand to give the kidsome space to gulp in air. "HEL –
"He's nothelping you, apprentice!"
The boy shook his head as the hand stuck over his bite once again,dizziness increasing as he felt his body sway. "He won you, like an object in Venice…I wouldn't have let that happen. You belong to me, my dear…." His hand moved totouch lower, the man's obvious want was somewhat muddled. "You sold yourself out,a whore for the action that I provided. Tell me, Renegade? How many CEO'S and importantpersons on our kill list did you sleep with to help out your master? Did it feellike you'd fall to pieces if they stopped touching you?" The man breathed into hisboy's neck, flashbacks making Dick…..hard, no! He was being manipulated. Bruce said–
"Did Daddy Bats say it wasn'tyour fault. That you'reas much a victim as anyone you else fucked into the seat cushions??"
"M…." Dick's lip trembled. If he used the title, said it…wouldhe be saved? Would –
"You needed to learn your place. All of this time, you wantedthe Titans to suffer. And, I promisedyou…." The man touched his bulge andstroked it to hardness. Dick's legs squirmed as they leaned into a brick wall. "Youwere perfect. An eager example of seductive, deadly precision. Crafted of the palm of your master's fist. Whywould I ever let you leave, again?" He hissed, the kid's brow caked by perspiration."Not with your body count, or how many men's cocks you took all at once to makeyour master, happy?"
"Nmm….m…"
"You can't even say it, which shows how much you were sincerein keeping the Titans alive, Renegade. Should I do it, then? Snap your neck so youwon't have to watch them perish?"
Shaking his head harder, tears leaking onto the man's grave ashe grinned below the mask, Slade had him right where he wanted his little marionetteto be. "Then, you'll learn, and I'll be happy to teach you what the Bat wasn't willingto…. for discarding your master's loyalty like a used up waste….like you."
"S…ST…. -
"I couldkill you. Have the heroes suffer knowing thatyou'd failed. As the boy wonder, as a killer with blood on his hands, running fromthe truth. You enjoyed the thrill, you crave it still. Don't you?"
"M….!"
"SAY IT." The man let his metal plate brush beside the boy'sear, but it wasn't metal. It was, a beard. When had he done that? Exposed himselfin the dark of this dim alleyway? Slade's gloved raised only a pinch as Dick relented,his scare over his friends and his only life being the trigger Slade had decidedto pull.
"Ma –
A flash of silver swung out to hit the merc's shoulder, yet hisarmored protected the man. No more than a nick in the craftsmanship as he snarledat the one who had thrown a Bataan at him. Avoiding a kill spot along the way.
"BA-
"Richard Grayson. I know why Deathstroke-
"You can drop the formalities, Wayne." Slade smugly expressedwith a tug of the kid back into his broad chest. "I've know for quite some timeabout your dynamic. Your son however, once told me how much he hated you. For lettinggo of his hand like you had."
"B…" Dick swallowed. I'm not….I was his, toy. I belonged to –
"NO one owns you, Dick!" Batman spat by those words of a torturedvictim. "It's true. You don't have to listen to him –
"He'll hurt….my friends."
"I didn't tell you, Richard." Bruce's face changed, his browless intense as his tone softened a bit. Still, it kept a firm edge to keep thatrattlesnake at bay. "STAR labs is working on a removal of the probes from your friends,Dick. He can't hurt them. I told you, tht we'd keep you safe."
"Mind if I test your progress, Batman then?" Slade moved quicklyas Dick was let go, the whirring if before in the lair sent Dick on a Rollercoaster,back to the time when he'd hurt himself. When he'd pledged himself to this man."You told me, that you wanted Wayne to see you fir who you now are, Renegade." Theboy was to his knees, Bruce's eyes in shock as he pulled out his rangs –
"Go. Away."
Came a muttered from the dirty alleyway street. Bruce halted,Slade shoving him back as Dick's psyche had already shattered, beginning to pullapart. "Go…. get out …. I'm not going back…. you…you killed them!!!!You killed them …. murderer !"
Slade moved over with his metal clacking, his arms out as Dickclambered back as a lost child into the man's side, face nestled away from the bigbad bat. "Aww, well. He's decided it." You'll just have to learn to listen the nexttime…" Slade patted the boy on the back, only to use a hand to gather a pressurepoint at the back of his throat. "Goodbye, Batman. My apprentice and I have somecatching up to do. Another time, perhaps…"
"You'll be brought to justice, Wilson." Snarled the bat. "I won'taccept this! It's mind control, completely manipulating my partner –
"I'm not yours anymore, Bruce." Dick raised his head, eyes glazedover. Not yet out of sorts. "Master Slade told me, you didn't care. You didn't comeafter me until…. until you felt ready. Well. I'mready to leave now, master."
"Very good, Renegade." The man had his pet preening as he juststayed close, away from that ugly old bat's mug
"He's made himself very clear. Stayaway, or we won'tgo easy on you and your new Robin the next time you come after what I made, to bejust perfect…"
It sickenedBruce to see Dick being fawned over, madehim wonder if it was too late. However, Dick was being controlled. He still couldtry other ways, a rescue at another time.
"That touch activated something in my ward, Wilson."
"And even if it had, why is he still with me, not asking youto save him?" Slade slunk off with Dick's clouded blue eyes a sign. A sign thatsomething was going to become irreversible a second time. That the hero he remembered,was in fact…. lost to him once again.
"Because he doesn't know yet. That you gave him up, the sameway I did." The bat shot under his cowl.
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Dick sat up in his master's bed. Hickies back in a ring roundhis slender throat, a wiped-out Slade from their night of recouping and training….toremember what thatfelt like. He looked at his wrists. Whipped raw, his skinin blisters from the sting. His master had treated some of the pain, given him allof what they'd missed for months. But…Dick sat up and looked at the four walls withoutsaying a word.
Bruce would not listen. He'd prompted Slade to kill…. the Titans.Dick felt the guilt rip at his skull as he turned to his side. The man's eye halfwayopened as he sat up on the crook of his elbow with a frown on his rugged face. "Didyou wake from a bad dream, Renegade?"
Dick thought about that. Dreams, they were memories at times.He'd never felt completely aware if they'd been real. Just as he dipped over tospeak to the man on the mattress, Slade dragged his pet in for a rather warm, wetkiss on his lips. Nothing extra, just. A kiss.
"Do you want me to help, apprentice? To make the bad memoriesgo away for good? Tell me. Tell me, and you'll never have to confront your pastalone, ever again."
The words were out of character for a man that had passed thissack of meat around the villain's table. Had cut of his breathing and his protégé'svoice AND ….and had gone through with the exact thing he had promised.
"Hold me, please…sir?" Dick snuffled as Slade gam a hum of approvalbefore Dick wedged in beside the man. Covers over them both. "Rest, you won't haveto worry about them. Not anymore, my dear….be perfect. Mine, let me have you, andyou might allow the same of your master."
"Tha…thank…. y. ...you…. master…. thank you!" The boy kept hisweeping smaller, the man coaxing him back to bed as the dreams that came after,were all cobalt grey.
He couldn't be hurt; his master would protect him. He'd be ok,the Titans would forgive him.
"When you are calm…" The man petted the kid's scalp as he justdrifted off piece by piece.
"We'll devise a plan just for you, to hurt that rodent. To makehim sorry. Wouldn't that be the right course of action, apprentice?" The man sawDick blinking, saw him take in the thought with a conflicted feeling. "But….he…"
"He deserved it, after he didn't pay any mind to our warnings.He needs to be put down a peg. You'll participate." The man coddled his toy furtherinto an emptied sense of security. "Won't you, my pretty doll? Do whatever it isI ask, even to kill the man who took away your original freedom."
"Yes sir…. thank you…. master…" Dick yawned and kneaded intothe man's pecs like a cute kitten. Yet Slade knewthose words from earlier.Dick wouldbetray him again and again. It was what he wanted the boy to finallyaccept. To become just like the man who'd dressed him up in those pretty clothesand had stolen his dignity.
His pretty, little marionette, was about to rise up to take backhis new future from the hands of others. Others with uglier tendencies who couldn'tpossibly understand. Dick craved him now, yet the contact washing had worked onits own. The Bat killing the heroes was front page news for days, weeks. Dick justsparred, ate, slept and fucked with his master being tooproud to dance along.The change with Robin, was that he would have tried to die in their place. He wouldhave died to protect the heroes, but now. He wanted Bruce Wayne to pay dearly.
And yet Renegade…
Would do anything he could in order to stay alive and to pleasehis master. Slade was happy with both accounts, as his pretty mistress drifted offinto the arms of an iron barred safe. And he'd never tell Dick the best part either.
He smiled, leaving a kiss upon the kid's crown as he spoke nota word of it between them.
Bruce, didn't lie. The Titans had gotten free months ago. Thetelevision program being the League's idea, a d it had ultimately failed.
Because Dick wouldn't find out. He wouldn't need to. Not when the boy was so willing to deliver Wayne's head on a platter beside a cup of Earl Grey and scones. Fresh from the oven, he could almost taste the next time they'd meet, as Slade sighed and let his limbs grow heavier. The boy's breath softest, as he lulled them both back to bed.
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Dark, very dark but wait! What did Slade not tell Dick that Brucehadn't?? Slade knew the trick all along, but won't that mean Dick has to go throughmore mental breakdowns like Terra did in Aftershock?? Find out!