Sladin or bust! - Explicit One Shots from the Vault of Sladin –
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Time piece based on The Emperor's New Clothes, but no fallacy, just sex and pure embarrassment and another moral! Slade is the Emperor Robin's trusted advisor, Bruce is the father of the king, beast boy is the kid in the streets who sees the truth, raven and Starfire are onlookers during the procession, and the hive kids are the tailors who swindle with Red X, (tt go rules in here srry) the emperor of his precedence and his real clothing. On with the rendition of madness!
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Strut Your Stuff; When is Enough Ever Enough?
"You must be prepared to face the people, your majesty! All of your faithful couriers believe you unwell to have such a presence as a king's son; it must be done, sire."
Once for the throne, since his tales of gallivanting by riches and so many beautiful things passing him on, the current Emperor felt debased. His wardrobe no longer excited him, which meant that he was truly losing his touch over the city of Gotham, where his father might also pull away that glorious crown from atop his raven head of hair.
"I must have it!" One day, Emperor Robin had seen enough of his terribly disdainful display, so he brought to himself a desire to be best dressed as he should be for his couriers. Yet, if the king's class of elites would enjoy the thought of being ruled over by a "fashionable" lordship, what would be the harm in working harder on his political image?
"I will have the most exquisite jewels to decorate my scepter." He paced and thought aloud, almost drooling mad until his trusted adviser stepped into the king's chambers.
"Sire, you have called for me?" The white hair of this former soldier always had the young king in better spirits as he flitted along to speak his truth and desires. "I have; for my clothing is sub par. I have no need for such things." The lordship pouted before returning to a grin with a finger pointed in the direction of the heavens.
"That is why…you are going to find me the most excellent royal tailors that ever existed, to craft a magnificent sight for the eyes. Only the noble and beautifully gifted may gaze upon it, and if either are dim or dumb of right, they shall not be able to see me in all of my glory – you will do it!" He pointed to the rather confused advisor. "You will have some lucky tailors to create what no king would have, but I!"
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Off the advisor went to find such a royal fallacy. How the brat needed a good wallop as he made his way to the deepest parts of the king's poverty driven stink-hole of Jump. Just as he was true and loyal to the Emperor, Sir Slade was also if not, loathsome of the child's ridiculous requests. How he'd turn this trial into something unforgettable, and away went the advisor to the one place where his mettle might be tried.
Four adults in the robes stolen of course from a lesser royal trash, sat or stood about and mimicked the movements of true nobles while snickering amongst themselves. A boy with dark hair and a suit with black and a touch of red across the breast for a general that he had pick pocketed last Tuesday, a woman with a large white a pink tinged hair of the times that belonged to not the queen herself as she posed for the part eagerly, a short little person who wore green and black with a soldier's gun at his arm, and a behemoth with yellow and black with the armor of a knight to some faraway castle. Now, the advisor too had made his way up the ranks yet this party looked utterly –
He smirked and came before them in a mock yet polite bow.
"How do you do today, friends? I have come from the royal chambers of the great Emperor…yet I could not believe my eyes whence I saw such a cluster so finely dressed…"
The male in black and red looked to the woman, and she looked to be the leader of this costumed bunch.
"You have such lovely taste yourself if you've noticed…"
She held out her hand to let him grasp it. "Likewise, mademoiselle." Slade only pecked at it and desired later to wash his mouth out in the river.
"The king's son has made up such a difficult job for me to spare no time with, so I want you beautifully dressed allies of the people, to come to the castle to show the king that he too may dress in proper splendor."
"What do we get out of it, sire?" The male in red and black raised his arm to add. "Are we going to be executed at the guillotine if we can't be told apart from proper royalty?"
"I can assure you…" Slade smiled a toothy bit more as that word got across. "You will be handsomely rewarded, and the son of that man desperately needs to know…. that he is beloved by his people. Will you not attend?" The sly advisor had their interest as he prepped and prepared for a full day before his "tailors" were ready to entice the king with their wares and big ideas.
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Before the Emperor they came; troves of false treasures but yet – the trunks remained empty, for this advisor had believed it best to show the king a what - for.
"Who are these scraggly bandits you've brought before me, good Advisor?" The kid sat upon his throne and stood to point at the box of nothing but air, how he knew very little before the start of something that would change to cries of amazement.
"These, sire? Oh, do not tell me that you have not seen the most incredibly transcendent to our era in time; the king's robe fit for ONLY." Began the pink haired leader of the few. "Only, those worthy of a greater wit and performance to truly see this silk as better than the worm's own casket, may view it properly."
She laid the pantomimed item to the floor and then plucked up another from the great chest as her kindred thieves all did the same.
"How you'd look so regal and magnificent indeed, in this one crown, your majesty!" The red and black clad thief brought the false crown made of "magic" up to the king's eyes as he squinted to see just what it was, what he was seeking from beyond the confines of his own imagination.
And soon, too soon did his blue eyes brighten and sparkle as he reached out to place the false crown atop his head.
Strutting as a boy; when he'd dreamed of being a ruler at all, he took the next set of false robes and had them draped atop his shoulders as he shimmied and made himself FEEL important, while the advisor could not wait to address the later issue at hand.
Undressing his darling lord before the courts…
When the Emperor would give into his demands, only once his dignity was for naught by the thieves' dirty tricks.
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A procession was announced, and so, the emperor decided that if he were so clever and good, he could have the entire village to marvel at his stunning wares, his wardrobe of gold and silver while the thieves were paid….and, the young king to be went to the balcony with that rosy set of perfect cheeks, just as perky while the advisor stood by.
Oh, he'd love to see his little voyeur in action, but not today… tonight, perhaps? A glass of wine and the fruits of his little labor, all lined up in a row?
"I must march into the streets and rejoice!" The ecstatic boy king swerved to make his way through the doors of the castle, his bare clad legs bounding about as if he were years younger and without a care. His long cock bouncing without remorse as the maids prayed to the lord above to protect them and their future husbands from such evil visions.
While the advisor continued and lurked in the back, right behind and simply…
He.
Waited.
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The streets were alight with the sounds of hooves trotting, singing maidens dancing, and confetti all about the place – flowers from the heavens as the king's son took to his ride and went out to take to being the one that they'd all cheer on to - day.
His father's noble allies and friends were there, as were the family's brothers and princes from many other kingdoms.
How he shown that day, he'd believed.
The advisor withheld his smile for the finale.
That, was until they all tell him buck naked, right atop the ground with a scepter still in hand. Laughing and puffing out his chest and young privates while mothers shielded their daughters' eyes. Men pulled their sons to return to their laborious jobs and to school where they should learn NOT to be like this scrappy old tyrant running around in his birthday suit.
"Look upon me! I am forever not only yours and to the courts, yet any who see of such splendors that I wear –
"But…. Mummy!" A boy with big green eyes and dirty blonde locks pointed for all to witness his deductions.
"That man is all butt, naked! Completely unclad!"
And, so the men and women looked and began to laugh.
The couriers and the counts, the dukes and duchesses all bawled out onto the ground as children throwing a fit. The sons and family of the emperor pointed and chided the king's son for ever coming to power, which truly stung a lot.
For it was so obvious to everyone, that no one but the emperor himself would have believed the young boy's assumptions as a fairer truth.
"I wear the robes of a just king! Are you all ignorant and unwell?? That child is surely blind!" Remarked and whined now, the princely emperor, his age reflected in his many tears as he rushed back buck - naked to his castle to weep at the grievous error that had cost him his total dignity.
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To the bed, as his majesty wept large tears. Not of a king, but a young man emasculated by the eyes of his citizens. To the door came a knock, and the bratty king only continued to weep and be left to himself.
"I come to his majesty to see to his state. That the thieves who have ruined your procession –
"My IMAGE!" Wept the crying child. " MINE!" The emperor was so spoilt as he pounded his fists against his bed mattress ranted on. "Word will gather and to my father's council, and there they will act to remove me! Chop me up and have another rule as I still lie here…" The emperor had now the attention of his sly advisor, who had slipped through the door, just as the jumpy thing on the bed of a king covered himself partially, with a clouded set of blue sights at the man who'd ruined his rule came hither to apologize.
"You…. I should see to it you be banished and –
"I GOT RID of them." The Advisor said sternly, coming to put a hand to the sheets. "Let me at least apologies correctly to his majesty –
"Get away!" Shouted the boy as he tried to flee, however, the adult was much faster as he pinned the boy king to his own bed spread, arms above the kid's head and unable to escape.
"You were plotting this…to see me as a…a…"
"As naked, your highness?" Leered the advisor. "You've no idea for how long…"
Slade had been bothered by the king and his children for years now. He believed it only natural to have what was owed. He was a soldier, and he conquered once in a land the boy would never guess existed on a living map of this wide world.
The red eyed child shifted teeth and tongue came to his unclad chest to nip and suckle his small mounds.
His lips trailed up to the teenager's collarbone as the emperor did not care for this sort of foul play as foreplay went….
So disgusted, the child in him tried to kick, yet the detained emperor only hit air as the elder bit down sharply, eliciting a cry of minor pain from the young noble as his head rolled back with an undignified moan.
"You love to feel so helpless, to be CARED for by strangers and to be told how pretty you've become…I've known for many a century, you've become so lovely to taste…to know, and to touch…." The man nuzzled against the emperor's chin as his trail of kisses was too hot, far too wet to be for now or the one…he'd bed…The boy thought with a squint at his harasser.
"Ahn..." The king's child felt his length twitch as the nip did far too much than was permissible.
"Have I not the right to taste you too, your highness?" The advisor waited, yet decided to dig in as the cock beneath him was starting to drip lightly a slick pre - cum at its tip.
A sucking sound led the emperor to rile back and grip his legs to the sides as they were pushed over his head. A hot tongue took over his leaking member as the emperor bit his cheek to not…
Oh! That wetness was pure evil! That touch, not at all a thing of deceit as his felt filthy! Damned be the lords that allowed this criminal to walk among noble men…. he writhed in defeat, just nearly.
To the good lord, he'd beg forgiveness for his folly!
Oh, hands had joined the lips and to –
The king was first, but never foremost as the advisor took his red lips from his treat, lifted his lord's perfect rump to undo his own buckle, and did not waist time in having that glorious ass to suckle dry as well.
Getting it nice and ready to bleed as a woman in her realm of ecstasy upon her wedding night.
How that truly lengthy set of locks did make the emperor look like a mistress. So coy, and so willing to have her way…
"You need to be treated like royalty…how dare those scoundrels take a good look at such beauty…. without MY permission!!"
To the right of any, he simply took the teenager and let his prince scream and moan and cover his teary blue eyes and drooling mouth as Slade plundered what he'd waited years to collect.
"You won't be…. the king's favorite, for much longer, sweet prince…" The man told the king's son in a husky voice as his rock-hard cock took no prisoners.
"I will…send you…to the stockades…. with a proper…death…." The emperor seethed through the pounding pain in his ass. "I'll have you hung for defiling the king's body, you –
He was stopped and flipped onto his stomach as this position allowed for a much deeper penetration.
The child bit his lip as his whimpering became smaller and smaller, even farther off; the sound of two bodies moving and taking no breaks…he felt faint…so weak that –
The brat's leg was hoisted up as he was forced to balance on his elbows, being bred like a bitch for the king's hunting party…. even if there was a little bit of blood falling to the mattress as the emperor felt ready to black out, for his majesty did, as he was continually fucked to climax.
Whence he awoke, he was aware of the fact that his ass still felt….
Pumped and plump, as the man had not ended in relieving his freshest mood??
"I command you to cease!!" The boy pounded at his detainer's arms as the kid was shoved back onto his back, but not for long as the shift had him flung forth, now riding the man's cock as Slade waited for the kid to start the party in his breeches.
He did not for his did not desire to, and crossed his arms over his chest, refusing to do as this criminal wished. So, Slade's large hands moved to lift the kid's hips. To move them up and down; since the king's son would ride no common whore let alone become one, he would be punished in a manner most befitting of the eldest brat to the lord of such a legacy.
"You could use a little schooling in wooing your future queen…."
"I have a consort –
"Just a glorified breeding factory, dear majesty." The man told his stunned prince as the cock in his prize's hole brushed right past the boy's prostate. The emperor let out a yelp and a jolt flickered through his mind. "Any woman with a few parts missing can tell you…that virgin Korinna (Kori) is quite a catch…"
Electric, as he moaned and heard not the advisor's, chuckle.
" That's it, majesty…. calm yourself upon my cock. Let the woes of your ignorance be known however, that a man such as ye may not call himself wise until he has understood the body and spirit of many more…for you…are…just…a… child!"
" No ! No ! No !" The boy's ranting was due to the budding orgasm both were about to have, as a loaded trickle of white slid out of the emperor's pale hole. He whined and was again made to ruin his pretty stomach, as it expanded with more cum, and still more!
"Stop! You will ruin my beauty! Do not…anymore! Desist !"
"I'll mark you with the mark of the beast as I like..." The advisor bounced the teen up through his orgasm, and another, until he'd almost forgotten both of their names…
"Ah! ah! AH!!"
" Good majesty…." Cooed the advisor. "How you bow for me, so… completely! Again! I wish to paint you, pure as snow! Regal you may be, yet that stench will remind you to think before speaking EVER TO ME!"
The advisor went faster, making the poor emperor shake and shudder upon that inhumane length.
"From now on, you will call me your king in the bedroom, or your father will find the head of his first born..."
The teen moaned as he came onto his stomach, more cum shooting into his asshole as it dripped down into a puddle and made his toes twitch to feel.
"Cut from its neck!" Slade gripped the boy's hips until they turned rosy.
"Good boy…." Growled the aggressive aid. "Now, come before your dear…. advisor! One last time, dear child! Let me claim your purity with my seed….my lovely…. little…. whore - king…..!"
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He wept, as the man was away on the other side of the bed, redressing himself to remain proper.
"The staff I have hired to keep your room's secret will be here shortly to erase this episode. Now, remember; if you ever ask of such a vain task to I, you will be spanked."
The boy flinched and curled further up into a ball on his side of the mattress.
"If you tell your father of what I have done, your family will be sent to the guillotine first thing by the next day's bright light."
The boy whimpered and became invisible for a time, before the words of his old ally once again struck him in the gullet.
"And, if you dare to ignore a session for my pleasures, I will take you and you will be forced to walk these halls as a woman until I am gladly ready to have you again. None will know, and the only king that will be at that throne's seat shall be the one who has taken to your whining without complaint. You're to come to your lessons and do not fret, your highness." Lastly assured the advisor with a toothy grin. "The council, the couriers and your father? I'll settle their bouts amicably. After all, you promised your virgin self to this humble soul." Slade smiled to the scared child, the teen cowering from a living nightmare, no doubt.
"You enjoyed a part of it, of being able to hold nothing back…. think of this as a worthy lesson if you wish to appease your old king."
"You…will be caught." The boy sniffled, the advisor ignoring a child's wants for now.
"As I said, the maids will be here to clean up from our… coupling, you'll just have to stop your weeping by then. Or, would you rather –
" Please." The boy let out a breath. "I will do as you say, for now I wish to dress."
"No need." The advisor smirked back by the doorway; a secret etched to his lips.
"This color looks the best on your as ever, dear majesty."
With that, the door was shut and the emperor learned not to ask for such stupid tasks to be completed by some rather competent people that worked for him.
For he was vain, he was pretty, and he did not even need to hear that from his own servants.