Sladin or Bust – Explicit One Shots from the Vault of Sladin
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The Boy Whiskers Rides Again – Cat V.S Masquerade Rooftop Party – Drinks are on Him!
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This is dark but bad week, blowing off steam. Richard is my second muse next to an OC on other site. Sigh…Slade pulls Dick as the "were cat" of prev one shots on the day before Halloween out of his fantasy of seeing the man on him again to introduce…a new proposal to set the bar straight. A rooftop gathering of the elite. And they are not just that, but mostly…?
And, on and off, Slade has been opening up Dick to having sex without "his" friends knowing so there will be more; taboo and grooming to this sadly in going to be a big slap in my face. Though it is fantasy, I just enjoy dialogue, diction and presence in stories that vary greatly. This, ii to blow off steam. No real connection. Dick feels guilty because the curse has yet to have a cure - so every time around this one, and others, Slade becomes his opiate to fight the transformation ...yet Raven even said that Dick would be drawn to the addiction of sex with Slade as his big intolerance. He's not heeded her warning since their tropical stay at that hotel in prev part. Find out!
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It was not time for that.
No.
Zee called back, only with a shake of her head and a stutter. She had even dropped a line to John Constantine and a few other sources to name in order to break the were - cat's curse on her ally's body.
He was acting differently than before; saying he was more well rested than he had been in his life, the trip overseas must have put him in a chipper mood.
Until autumn came, and the cards folded one time at the supper table.
Dick ran to his bedroom and locked it tightly. Blocking sound, intruders and stating that he needed this time to heal. To heal, but from what?
Dick scratched his face, his nerves on glfire as his hand dipped lower, those fingers wetted by his own tools he now needed to have. The ones his stupid sugar daddy could only supply.
Slade had told the boy that any time he needed him, he'd break the spell on poor Snow White. No strings, not often.
Dick gritted his jaw and bit his lip, hips bucking as the silicone toy was girthy, yet never as filling as the flesh and blood of last week.
Or the weeks he'd expected to come.
…
...
He drove the toy in towards him, to prod aggresively at his prostate a little harder, moving with fast thrusts of his hips with a gag of cloth now between his bitten lips.
Another hand found a swollen nipple and imagined that Slade had his hands there, teasing to no end in sight.
His hips rocked, his body moaned and his drooling tongue couldn't take much more as he spilled all over his bedroom sheets.
Panting, dropping the cloth, his red, closed eyes darted over to his computer quickly. As he'd suspected of a timely "ping" during climax, Slade was calling out to him.
The hound, wanted to talk.
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The cat however cozy as he was, laid itself out onto its stomach as ears and a slim black tail only flashed out to wink at a rather touched individually present mercenary. He was wearing what looked to be Dracula's old cape. The white clothing below mimicked an old silent film's character.
Dick raised a brow, perplexed as Slade spoke to enlighten his still horn little kitten. ~ Was that toy too large? I can always gather up the tapered one –
"Slade, you left me a message and I'm here." Dick huffed. "So, talk. Why call me tonight? Tomorrow, you know is –
~ Jump isn't exactly where we'll be, actually. ~ The man smiled with his fake fangs protruding, raising the boy's ears as he listened to a chuckling menace on the screen in front of him. "Blueprinting my whole wicked season. Oh, how very like you, Mr. Dragul Sr."
~ Careful. ~ Slade warned playfully with a lick of his chops. ~ I intend to fight you tonight for the ride of a lifetime, little pet. Sink my teeth into that flesh while we celebrate. Why not take my hand; there is going to be a party, and I want you to be the plus one I'm bringing along. And, look at you, already in costume-
"Because your face turns me on? Right." Snorted the kid. "What party, and what area are you…"
Dick looked behind him to see a few smiling, laughing and masked individuals as Slade pulled on a mask of his own, half showing his sly grin. ~ I'll be there in the hour. This thing runs till daybreak. It's only noon by you. We have till seven pm at dusk…be ready and prepared, little black cat. ~
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It was a secret. Always with he gimmicks with that man, yet he was right. Dick wanted to find out what Slade was doing here in his city. Here to gag and bag him to wherever he'd be powerless and at the same right, find his thrum of excitement that only Slade could share. The cat in him vibrated its excitement as Dick threw on a hoodie over an outfit his little mind had decided to take to wearing partway. The test of the pieces werr better off not seem by a soul. Rather, Slade had said he'd be better off in steam punk for a while now. This was a victorian rendition costume of Alice in Wonderland, he swallowed. The card purchase had not stated what gotten cosplay online before thanks to his...daddy. It was, cozy to dress up and sometimes for their meetings he did dress up to actually... like it.
Maybe, just so Slade would hurry up and fulfill the cat's dirty wants. The blues and white oo his dress made his powdered complexion pinker by far as he stayed with his hair down, eyes on the elevator as he didn't put on the entire outfit – he shoved every last piece into a duffle and ran like the martial artist he was. Unseen, in shadow.
The stockings were not short, but the boots were not thick either. They zipped on the sides and laced up to the thighs. Chunky lolita, he groaned. He took off quickly to press the down button and lef the tower, leaving a note that he'd be with his work until morning.
Not to call, which the Tians at once were starting to get the picture. He was too prompt to question, yet if Bruce ever knew this…
Dick sneezed like a cat, the boy cat's ears in the way as he took a breath and while with his worried expectancies, he tried think of Slade hugging him to orgasm. That, worked.
And yes. He was right to be worried about his addiction to the man's serially leering or the grooming as his bottom position on call.
No, wait! Did he ever –
Dick walked on, trying not to dissect the issue as his pants couldn't get any tighter. He was wearing...something else.
The other set of bloomers with a lace trim were on him, along with a fun flowery headpiece ii his bag that acted to make his ears stay down.
One upping the costume ball goers if need be, if no one could see his shock of even being presently cursed with real cat ears
It had to be a billionaire party, an illegal one with drugs and God knows. It always was that, and his first time seeing the darker sides of society since the Court had rapped at Bruce's bedroom door, made him aware that losing touch was too easy, even for brilliant minds and heroes alike.
Dick swallowed. He could do this as he headed down to the docks, got into a car there and drove off. It was waiting, and in the front was one driver, robotic. There on the other side of the black, sleek limo?
Was Slade, with his fangs licked clean and pearly.
"Hello, my pet bird. What did you bring with us today?"
"A…a costume. Alice." He shifted in his lace up boots. "I don't want to be noticed. Make sure this is really private, ok? I can't go in like –
"Hard, you mean?" Slade chuckled. "Come over to my side, I'll soothe it before we arrive."
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Slade sucking him off in a limo was a rare treat, yet for the price of seeing the boy redress into the Alice garb in front of the man, laying out and stroking his own member with a lazy grin on his face, it had to be fine to take one K.O for the kid's sake. "I need a mask, right? It's a masquerade party, you said that on our call."
"Did I?" Slade leaned up, tilting his head before snapping his fingers. "I have just the accessory for this pretty doll in front of me. Wait." He held up a finger and dove into the front seat for a compartment there that was hidden. There, were two items. A mask , white with a set of clip on rabbit ears that were lop eared, and then –
"What?" They moved, he played with them as his mood Slade said activated the response. "They only have cat ones online, they stopped producing…how did you find these?"
"An old friend. And the second part is much more, convincing I think." Slade pulled out a tool; a but plug that had a cute cotton tail attached as he forced up Richard's ass to check out…lace blue panties. And bloomers. "Pick one." Slade frowned. "I'll be your escort for tonight. No one will rip into you twice."
Dick winced a bit as he forced out one option. "The panties. Keep the bloomers –
"One minute, doll." Slade tugged out a knife from oo his person as Dick squirmed, triggered by what Slade was attempting to work around him with. "Put that thing away! The car still is in –
"Hold still." Slade meticulously carved out a hole for his baby doll's plug - in tail, the bloomers getting their dues as the tail now peaked out of his ass, going through the bloomer's well torn fabric. Dick hissed as it went in, crossing his legs as Slade tapped his seat for Richard to sit and relax before they'd arrived. "Behave, or someone else may think you're not mine."
"What?" Snipped the boy wonder to his sugar papa. "Is there any way to –
Dick pulled away as Slade smiled back.
"OH, NO." Dick shook his head, cock hard yet his eyes wavering. "I'm not getting that, you can't…seriously, Slade!?"
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It was. A pearl white collar with a silver S inside of a circular piece of metal. Dick knew it was to track him down. Nothing more. If he came back to the tower damaged, this all then had to stop. The cat in him preened at its position. Most young cats loved to be worshiped and wanted, so too did the cat in its spot as Dick slipped on the flowery mask, moving motion ears and the silent tail. For now, he muttered in thought to himself…
"Ah, Mr. Wilson!" A man in the toga of Nero himself had come to greet the two. Standing out in the darker hall, they had the ambient feeling of a cultic fairytale down pretty well. Webs all over the banisters in the way up, and of course, it was not that old. A manor of it being so remote, that Richard had expected a rooftop in Star City or Gotham. But, a dark and spooky place like Bruce's was…unnerving. The man had a deep accent, maybe from eastern Europe.
"Who is this? Is she your plus one?"
"Rina." The girl's voice was rehearsed during role play when Dick had been a sexy nurse, or cat.The dress was equally a mini style. Ass on display because he hadn't bothered to check it in the tower. He did in front of Slade and found this to be a bit troubling.
Cat being…accurately portrayed. Was putting her ass in the faces of strangers.
"Well, this is a do or die for us situation. As you know the rules, I don't know about –
"She's my date, so I'll have a hand in our staying." Slade answered, the grinning Nero laughing it up without having wasted into nothing before seven pm yet.
"I have told Gregory that this isn't my very first bloodbath. If you both need anything, anything at all, stop and alert the staff. Last year, this cowboy didn't take any prisoners." The male chuckled, Slade shrugging and trying to forget about that many broken backs and fellatios in one bedroom ago. "I do, hope your date is as lucky as the last –
"It's fine. Point us to the main floor, if you please."
The male toga - dope nodded, taking note that Slade was not chatty when festering to scratch that big of an itch. "Right this way."
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Dick saw it through masked eyes pretty normally decorated as elites chattering and co mingling began without them. Some took some breaks and others drank. The big clock on the wall and space, how lokg was this...
Oh, it rivaled Wayne's to a point as the lights, were all gold, red and there were interesting spots to call it an October bash. Slade had rushed oit to take him herd, si this had to be a morning brunch to supper and after sort of rich person's touch.
Even so to Dick, otherworldly to his eyes as they remained masked for the entire evening.
Until dusk.
Until dawn, was more like it.
It looked as it should. They would copulate in a matter of hours, just as those societies of old and their war torn and disease-ridden beds before these ones. Dick hoped Slade was going to keep him out of this, unpuckered.
The bar was their first stop as Slade tugged Dick's stupid collar to sit and wait while he ordered two bubbling glasses of champagne.
Not seeing that Slade had added something extra into one if those portable crystal goblets, Dick crinkled his nose at the smells in the room. Smoke and perfume. So much of it you could gag a spoon.
Slade, not secretly, didn't like these people, and for Dick's sake he hadn't explained the real reason why. There was a man that had escaped his scope, two women that made him want to cut out his intestines and strangle himself with them, if he could.
And lastly, one little pet was far too tense. The cat in them was a succubus, or incubus if you could count the cross dresser appeal into this equation. So, Slade had Dick along to do some cleaning and to get fucked raw.
What was so wrong with their give and take? If the kid ever flew solo, Slade would know just what to swing in front of the cat's nose.
Not to mention, a lead to the cure was actually inside this building. An artifact. He didn't say a word as Slade passed the drink to Dick who downed it in one shot. He hated medicine but this….
Dick wobbled as Slade let him perch a second, holding the glass before putting it into the hands of the bar keep.
"It's almost time." Slade whispered to his plus one. The cat's tail stayed away, the but plug making sure Slade had on it and the ears, the hex he'd used - that nothing would interrupt their fun until the last strike of moonlight had vanished from the night sky.
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"Almost nine pm. Five to four hours. You'll need to try to keep an open mind out there. Follow my lead." Slade had his lips to the boy's ear as they pretended to dance in the hall. More so, the choreography was a bit stiff, just as Duck's mind had lost its sense of vigilance like the bearer had wanted. "At that time, you'll hear the next person out and let the cat work into the crowd. I'll show you."
Dick nodded, dipped by his enemy as the few around them clapped. Such mockery, as Slade's host looked on and nodded back.
Right. This was his business; Slade was just helping out an old friend after all this time.
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Dick sat down and took another drink. Buzzing and blurred as the thing had to have been roofed to holy high hell. Why did he let his dick talk first, why not just stick with cold, passive aggressive silicone? Dick groaned as Slade had him. His smaller hand in the chest…
Chest. Hair?
He felt his own, it was not –
"Sla –
"Let this happen, pet."
Dick felt warm, tingling as his bow to his top was removed. His boots undone as he heard the twist of laces and the striking pull of a zipper. Slade's bare chest to him felt alien and he wasn't sure if this was his final straw.
"Enjoy it. Wait."
Slade said that, he said that but this was sick. Dick kicked out or tried to, but his bones. His body…
He couldn't…move??
Dick was sweating at the neck as Slade's words rang out.
"Leave the ears, the mask, the plug and the collar. On... Continue."
The order stated, the dress was pulled over Dick's head as the slender male started to shake. "No….wait-
"That was this, pet. You're going to enjoy being pampered." Slade gripped the boy's hand as he too, was in the process if someone sucking on his cock. Dick realized it too late. "Trust me." Slade purred.
This was an orgy party the day BEFORE Halloween. How...how was sticking it in going to burn him out in one whole night?
Dick was terrified to fight it, yet his grip, the hands teasing his chest and the dim lights going down to red and black…. oh god….
They played with his cock, his body melting at the pressure of his nipples getting abused.
"We aren't the hurting kind. Not yet." A woman's voice from below told Dick this as she was shoved back onto Slade's cock.
Choking on it as he made his silence clear.
Dick had his cock tugged, the balls caressed as he was forced to sit in the loveseat with his enemy and came twice, just like Slade.
"Moving on."
Dick panted, thinking round two was going to hurt.
Like hell, he'd never had a bad hunch in a while.
"That was only a warm up." Slade grinned back. "I know you can stay up a bit later than this, kitty cat."
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Slade lined him up against a brick wall, shackles to his partner's wrists - only as the one behind Slade was either his "friend" or a fellow elite with his head in the clouds at ten - ten pm.
"Ready, my dear doll?" Slade smirked as Dick had only to relax his cheeks for the man. The plug was in only for a second as Slade didn't waste time. The tail would have popped out as before, had Slade not stuffed it BACK into Richard's ass from his spine, to stick his cock right on top, making the position feel like a twisted, furry rope were in there. The bunny tail was discarded as Slade made himself right at home.
Two cocks, Dick tightened against the wall as Slade was pushed even closer.
Another, the other man at Slade's taught ass, playing from behind him to gave the man's hip a pat, thw merc didn't seem to focus on him though.
Then, Slade started up the tempo.
The sandwiched threesome lasted a good thirty minutes, Dick was surprised that after ten more minutes into their orgasmic display, he had some feeling back at all of his limbs- since the spike to his drink had him dragged to what seemed a torture chamber of all places. He listened again, seeing not just himself, yet the entire room.
Hands and knees.
Cocks out, asses flapping and bouncing, and breasts dangling in the faces of those with their masks all still in and strapped into place.
Hiding now felt like do or die, as Dick took every thrust and yowled out once both men came, he having come right before the two holding him into the brick wall. Slade touched his ear again. His voice was lustfully driven, yet serious nonetheless. Richard was obsessed to hear more orders. Not even full as his cock grew hard again at his front. Slade's was glad yo join in by his flank.
"Round three will be the kicker, pet."
Dick held his breath, Slade letting his hole go as the tail freed itself, his hands on the kid's hips as they were guided to a spot in the next room, that involved multiple angles.
Angles that a former acrobatics star, could certainly take without tiring quickly, Slade smirked.
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Dick rubbed his sore bottom as the slapping had been unwarranted.
He'd called the man, "daddy."
Slade took the kid's wrist and had his own body lain on top of a thick fur pelt. Dick's toes walked across it while his tail swished freely. Two women and two men with Slade were on the large rug huddled up in this image of a pornograpic sleepover as Dick seemed to be the youngest one here. It was the women bobbing on Slade's cock earlier that tugged him to his knees as Dick was guided over to Slade, the man welcoming the encounter as if a bride to all their matrimonial joy.
Not a suffering sickness as Slade didn't warn Dick about the women and their strap ons at his lips, or at his cheek. Once they had a target, they would only habe to finish while he was wet and begging for more.
Richard got to work, mounting Slade, letting the man work him over as he sucked on the expensively made replacement cock from the strap on woman. It even leaked something close to cum which worried him, while he stroked the one teasing his face with an even more sour scented ecstasy.
"I doubt the alien would have any interest in your nightly habits, pet." Slade smirked, Dick trying to get the cock free from his lips, yet Slade was busy twisting the nipple of some other escort here that moaned on cue.
Dick's focus was on those fingers as he started to push down, and up. Riding Slade so the other hand would come to HIS chest.
He nudged the woman to let him talk, and by the rules he got his one wish. Dick snarled out of disappointment. The cat, the cat was sure this wasn't about just them. Still, it wanted to dominate. Dick didn't stop it as hos anger made his thrusts even deeper. Even stronger, as Sladr pretended not to mind.
Fucking bastard!
"Look at me…" Dick groaned as Slade did, his heated gaze was smug as the cat's tail lashed out, riding this goddammit mammal to extinction if it could.
"LOOK AT ME." Dick demanded with the hand at the girl's "face cock" going Mach power. The other was in his other hand, hwtting squeezed fir that earlier delay of climaxing.
Her hips moving as quickly as Dick's little friend had wanted for them to keep up. Digits in motion, Slade saw his panting pet slick with sweat and imagined those rogue women showering him in fake fluids.
His blood boiled, the succu - kitty working spell over his loins.
"It's me you want, none of them. Only me, so…take me! I want you inside! Now!"
Greedy kitty gotten her just deserts.
Slade filled her up for hours soonafter.
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By the end of the night, a bloodbath of semen, odors of sweat and piss or more and scar - whipped wailing babies before them had the two to realize.
That they'd overstayed their welcome.
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Dick woke to his body lain flat, on on the bed back at the tower, on his stomach. Slade's face over his, as the scrambler stayed present. "How do you feel, little bird?"
Dick groaned and sat up, aching in places…
"OW, OW!"
He hissed through his teeth as Slade pulled out a wrapped gift in front if the boy. "Open it."
Flat, rectangle. Dick's eyes widened a bit before changing, the wrapping pulled away while he was still on his stomach.
"Remember how I told you, that I'd have your back until I was satisfied?"
"Never." Dick hung his head. It was the spellbook Raven had been searching for to turn Richard back to his old self. "It's a bit late, yet the souls you stole last night for me. It made up for the payment in full –
"Is that it then?" Dick swept around, even grunting as Slade waited, not leaving the bed as Dick was so sure…was he ok with leaving things this scrambled? He'd lived through a sex orgy at a spooky manor that was…possibly a job Slade had to kill some important people. Shit.
And Dick, the dumb cat, had made them weak enough TO kill. He'd drained their life forces as Slade made his rounds. Dick didn't feel much at all. He felt ill, and at the same time...
He was getting to this point where…was it all like Raven had said –
"Think it over. See if your teammate can help you to control it, maybe. Just don't tell her who gave it to you."
"I'm not satisfied though." Dick swallowed, on his knees as, Slade's eye turned back to his former apprentice. "In the time it takes to figure out what you need, come find me."
"I'll still stop you. This was, just…all too much."
"Which was why we had the effort to keep this tryst going for far too long, anyway." Slade told the boy. "Get a toy that can supply, or I'll send you a mold of mine?"
Dick blushed. "Last, gift? Promise?"
Slade smiled, knowing he'd just left his mark on a poor unfortunately twisted version of the boy wonder. "I'll make it my word. When you are ready to push outside of your boundaries, come and find me."
"Wait, how –
Slade leaped for the window as Dick searched. Vain, in vain…he was gone.
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The curse was lifted. Dick was nineteen in a city called Haven and overnight, at night. Since that killing spree…He still brought his toys to bed with him. Babs was off in Gotham and she had left him alone to cope. He'd been through an agonizing break up with Kori, so her showing up was a mistake. His food was still half eaten on the sofa as Dick laid on it and wondered if the fact he was human again, was why Slade had left.
What fun was it to tease –
There was a rattle in the door as he sat up, boxers on and shirt matted. His day off to lounge was ending by tomorrow as the TV in his face only showed an old series about to brother's hunting down a rogue serial killer.
Not his style as he went to switch it off.
"Don't bother, Grayson."
A hand went to his as he saw the man' face. "Dark and brooding, again, I see?"
Dick grinned and leaned into his seat, Slade coming to sit as he passed the man the remote. "Nothing new until next month. Delay in production. I heard the next season clears up a lot "
"Did you ever try to break from your cage since arriving." Slade nearly deadpanned out, expecting a dull answer in return.
Dick turned to the white hatred merc. "Did you ever remember to knock when entering someone's apartment outside of their peripherals?"
Slade leaned back and flicked the button lazily with a sigh. "Never." He lied.
"Then stay tuned." Dick leaned back and laid his head into the man's lap, sprawled out as some lazy pussy cat from hell. "Because, you're my guest. I have to remember to keep you satisfied, don't I?"
Slade flicked the remote again as he ignored a zipper going down. His hands racing over the letters of his daughter's next favorite film they'd just released.
"Should I be, then? What about not pestering the host?"
Dick lined his lips up as he let himself open wide, and deep throated the man. The screen clicked to the film's opening as the background lights dimmed. "Hope you don't mind a little gore, kit?"
Slade ran a free hand through Dick's dark locks as he took more control than Dick could care to bat away.
"Good, then stay. I'll gladly, be your guest until morning."
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Dick is literally ruined because of this man. Anyone? So, no more Cat succubus. Moving on tooo…?