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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      DCU, DCU_(Comics), Batman_(Comics), Batman_-_All_Media_Types, Teen_Titans
      (Comics), Teen_Titans_(Animated_Series), Batman_and_Robin_(Comics)
  Relationship:
      Dick_Grayson/Slade_Wilson, Robin/Slade_Wilson
  Character:
      Robin_(DCU), Dick_Grayson, Slade_Wilson, Deathstroke
  Additional Tags:
      Implied/Referenced_Rape/Non-con, Sex_Toys, Sex_Tapes, Collars, Bondage,
      Bondage_and_Discipline, Non-Consensual_Bondage, Underage_Sex, Implied/
      Referenced_Underage_Sex, Forced_Orgasm, Forbidden_Love, Humiliation, Age
      Difference, Age_Play, Beating, Emotional_Manipulation, Emotional_Hurt/
      Comfort, Psychological_Torture, Torture, Explicit_Sexual_Content, Rough
      Sex, Anal_Sex, Sladin, Dark, Emotionally_Repressed, Emotional_Hurt,
      emotional_breakdown, Begging, Gentle_Kissing, Gentle_Sex, Forced
      Relationship, Transformation, Angst_and_Hurt/Comfort, Angst_and_Feels,
      Feels, Whipping, Flogging, Ball_Gag, Blindfolds, Handcuffs, Restraints,
      No_Lube, Exhaustion, Gentleness, Dom/sub, Dom/sub_Play, Dom_Slade, Sub
      Robin, Master/Slave, Master/Pet, Pet_Names, Daddy_Kink, Eventual_Happy
      Ending, Angst_with_a_Happy_Ending, Top_Slade, Bottom_Robin, Topping_from
      the_Bottom, Bottoming_from_the_Top, Roughness, Slow_Sex, Cock_Rings,
      Mental_Coercion, Stockholm_Syndrome, Pedophilia, Trauma, Comfort,
      Acceptance, Post-Episode:_s01e12_Apprentice_Part_1, Episode:_s01e13
      Apprentice_Part_2, Pampering, Aftercare, Submission, Choking, Breathplay,
      Affection, Praise_Kink, Power_Play, Sex_room, playroom, Mind_Control
      Aftermath_&_Recovery, Plushophilia
  Series:
      Part 1 of Sladin_Smutfics
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-09-20 Words: 3160
****** Slade's Little Boy ******
by nursal1060
Summary
     After Robin gives into Slade's demands to protect his friends, Slade
     ups the ante and starts to break down Robin using means of bondage
     and sex toys.
     Once he breaks him, he pampers his little apprentice to remind him
     that being at Slade's side isn't a bad idea.
Notes
     PLEASE READ THE TAGS AND WARNING!
     This fic does have some dark topics and hints of underage and
     psychological and sexual assault/torture/rape. If any of that bothers
     you, I suggest you do not read the rest of the fic!
     If you choose to keep reading, I hope you enjoy my first Sladin
     story, and comments and kudos are appreciated!
Robin bit his lip as he was handed the metal dog collar that Slade had made
specially for him. It was black with metal studs and a chain in the front that
had to be at least 2 feet long. “No….you have to be joki-”
Slade’s cool and calm voice contradicted him, “I am not. Put it on.” Robin’s
hands stayed right where they were, gently holding the dog collar in his hands,
delaying the inevitable order that was to come. Slade slowly rolled up his
sleeve and re-revealed the button controlling the nanobots in his friends’
body. One push would cause them extraordinary pain. That was the reason Robin
became his apprentice in the first place.
Slade talked lowly, “I don't need to to kill them to hurt them.”
Robin pleaded with him against his will, “No! Please...don't…” It crushed Robin
to know how such a simple gesture and phase could make him submit.
“Robin.” Slade’s voice was heavier and more authoritarian this time. Robin
looked down and slowly undid the buckle on his collar to open it up. He pressed
the leather and metal contraption to his neck and tried to close the buckle
behind his head.
“Turn around.” Robin slowly did as he was told. He felt leather fingers brush
against his bare neck as the collar was tightened to Slade’s desire. Robin was
a little thankful when Slade didn't tighten it too far; there was roughly a
finger’s space of room between it and Robin’s neck.
Slade seemed pleased with himself, holding the extending chain and turning
Robin’s head with it, “See? Doesn't it feel good when you're an obedient boy?”
Robin fought back a rebuttal, feeling like an animal on a leash. The leash
wasn't just a leash, it was a symbol of ownership.
As long as he'd wear it, he'd feel like Slade owned him.
Slade didn't allow him to rest, saying, “Come, it's time for your training.”
Robin sheepishly followed, his teeth gritting to not speak. “Robin, how did I
teach you to address me?”
Robin grunted before he forced out the words, “Yes, Master.”
 
Training against Slade was both Robin’s favorite and least favorite thing. Yes,
he loved trying to hurt him, but he often ended up in so much more pain than he
had before. He'd been beaten pretty badly today. His arm felt sprained and
bruised as it was held firmly behind his back, his face stung from being hit,
and his lower body trembled in pain as he lay on his stomach.
Slade had one of Robin’s arms pinned behind his head, holding the other one
outstretched and pressed to the ground as he leaned over the teenager. His eye
combed over the teenager’s body and watched how worked up he was.
Slade removed his hand from Robin’s outstretched arm. Immediately, Robin tried
to swing his arm around to hit Slade. Of course, he missed because of the odd
angle he was twisted at, but he keeled back from a sharp pull. Slade yanked on
Robin’s collar by the chain that Robin had flipped back so he could fight
easier.
Slade grinned beneath his mask as he heard Robin struggle and sound like he was
about to choke. Sadistically pushing the ‘boy wonder’ into submission was his
sick and twisted turn on. Saliva trailed down Robin’s chin as he struggled to
breathe. He could see and feel part of his vision going black until Slade
finally stopped pulling on the chain, causing Robin to cough and take in
several deep breaths.
Robin looked over his shoulder and glared, “You...sicko...creep.” He could
barely get the words out because he was dizzy. He didn’t attempt another swing
at Slade, worried he would pull the chain again. Slade adjusted himself so he
could get onto his feet before pulling Robin’s chain to force him to stand up
besides him. Robin coughed as he was dragged back to his feet by Slade.
“Mother-Motherfucker! S-Stop drag...dragging me! I’ll walk!” Robin cursed and
struggled as he was pulled by his collar as Slade kept walking. He was so sore,
he was sure he'd broken something in their last spar. Slade pulled Robin into a
room that he had reserved for only a select few. Prisoners were brought here,
but the only one had the honor of participating with Slade in this room was to
be Robin. He’d updated the room just for him.
Robin shuddered when he noticed where he was brought in. The walls were padded
with red leather. There were metal restraints hanging on a wall and a table
next to that, covered in torture and pleasure devices. Everything from dildos
to anal hooks. Robin shuddered and had heard of this enough to know that this
room was called a ‘playroom’.
“No…” Robin’s voice was shaking, already getting an idea of what Slade would do
to him here.
Slade cupped Robin’s cheek as he looked him in the eyes, “Yes, and you’re going
to enjoy it.”
 
“I know you can thrust faster than that Robin, you've taken thicker dildos in
your ass before. Come on, put on a show for me.”
Robin grunted in pain and soreness as he thrusted up and down on the thick,
pulsing, vibrating dildo on Slade’s favorite toy for him, the sybian. It made
him feel like he was riding a horse while getting pounded. Robin’s hands were
restrained behind his back tightly, his eyes were blindfolded, his mouth had a
ball gag in it, and he had stimulators on his nipples that were rumbling away.
He leaned his head back as he forced himself to not stop moving. The teenager
felt so sore, completely humiliated, and entirely at Slade's mercy. The collar
chain jingled as he rode, reminding him of Slade’s claim to him.
Slade sat back on the bed at the center of the room. He had several video
camera recording the boy’s performance from multiple angles, which he knew
added to the former-sidekick’s shame. He delicately moved his fingers up and
down on the sybian’s control. He alternated between the slow and fast settings,
raising and lowering the speed and intensity to keep Robin’s senses stimulated
and keep him at an orgasm. The cock ring around the tip of the boy wonder’s
penis was painful, and Slade knew it. He relished in seeing Robin of all people
completely at his mercy. However, he didn't want to push the boy too far too
soon. Slade didn't see the fun in having a completely subservient plaything if
it wasn't earned.
“Good boy, Robin. You’ve done a great job.” Robin panted and he thrusted a few
more times before wincing in relief as the dildo stopped vibrating. Robin shook
violently as he tried to regain his breath. He did his best not to cry, but
under the eye mask, he was close to tears. He felt humiliated and reduced to a
sex toy, put at the mercy of his enemy for his friends.
“Do not speak unless you are told to.” Robin’s body stiffened at the reminder
of Slade’s voice. Without the sybian’s rumbling, he could listen for Slade’s
position in the room. He couldn’t hear any footsteps in the room, so he didn’t
know where Slade was. Robin turned his head a few times before he felt a slight
tug on the chain. He almost fell forward, his muscles feeling like jelly. He
breathed a deep sigh of relief as the ball gag was unclipped from his mouth.
Robin bit his lip so he’s silence himself.
Robin almost winced as he felt a pair of leather hands lift him from the
sybian. His abused asshole felt empty as the thick dildo practically slipped
out with no effort, a burning reminder of how difficult the past several days
had been on his body. His legs shook as he was brought over to the bed and made
to lie down on his stomach.
Robin’s heart raced when the fabric touched his skin. This was Slade’s favorite
place to touch and stimulate him, the feather bed. It’s where he’d held Robin
down and forced him the first night he was in here. He did it every subsequent
night, with every night getting rougher on Robin’s smaller body. After some
time of alternating sex with training, Slade forced Robin to sleep here every
night. Robin had never had a problem with soft material against his skin
before, but now the mere feeling of a soft bed and pillows on his skin reminded
him of Slade.
Robin tried to get a little bit comfortable. He still couldn’t move his hands,
couldn’t see, and he wasn’t allowed to speak yet. After the first few days in
Slade’s ‘playroom’, Robin almost completely submitted to Slade’s orders, as
doing so made it more likely that Slade would be gentler or go for less time.
Robin tilted his face to the side and propped his lower end up on his knees.
Robin shuddered a bit, not knowing where Slade was or what type of toy he was
getting.
Robin almost jolted at Slade’s voice cutting through the silence, “I see the
way you’ve been reacting through our exercises, Robin. Perhaps we should
alternate today. Maybe a little less rough, a little more...soft…” Robin’s
breath hitched in his throat. Oh dear god...he begged silently it wasn’t the
dual-ended flogger. One side was of soft, fuzzy leather, and the other was
rough, heavy leather. Robin hated both the soft feeling and the rough, bloody
feeling that he was left with after Slade played with it.
Robin’s skin prickled and he almost whined as he felt several soft cloth
strands run down his back. It was the dual-ended flogger. Robin tried to move
so he wouldn't feel the effects but Slade held him down with one hand to the
center of his shoulder blades. “Do not move. Do I make myself clear?” Robin
stayed silent for a second before Slade pushed him harder into the pillows,
cutting off his air for a moment, “Robin.”
Robin coughed out on the pillow when he swallowed enough air, “Y-Yes!” Slade
removed his hand. The soft end of the flogger massaged down Robin’s back,
causing him to shudder. The feeling of the plush-covered leather trailing down
his back was a twist and it scared Robin. It was only a few more seconds before
it alternated.
Robin grunted and keeled forward as he heard the loud cracking sound and felt a
deep surge of pain run up his skin. The flogger was powerful, and Slade loved
using it on Robin. It was a reminder to who was in power. Immediately after,
the soft leather side returned and Robin shook. It was meant to be the carrot
after the stick, but Robin was equally terrified.
“I want to hear your voice Robin. I want to hear your voice begging for more.”
Robin wanted to hold onto his waning pride but he really didn't want to be on
the receiving end of a long barrage of flogging. He clenched his fists behind
his back and nodded. To show his understanding, he let out a moan.
“Good boy.” Robin winced at the compliment. He felt disgusting for enjoying the
praise that Slade gave him. He told himself that was only because he saw no one
but Slade for almost two full weeks. This...this wasn't anything better than a
prisoner falling in love with their captor. Stockholm syndrome...that had to be
it. Robin didn't want to enjoy it but his cock acted against his will. Slade
chuckled at Robin’s sound and began flogging him at a gentle pace, alternating
long strokes of the plush with short slaps of the rough leather.
Robin was shaking violently, and begged, “S-Slad-Master! Please n-no more-!” He
arched at the next slap of the flogger. Robin grunted and almost screamed on
its contact with his skin. His back, legs, and butt were raw and had to be
bleeding after this. He tucked his knees into his chest to protect himself.
This was his way of telling Slade that he couldn't handle anymore, he had hit
his maximum.
Robin flinched as a tear came out of his eye, rolling down his cheek. He'd
fought them back since he arrived but the pain he was in was too much. His
entire back felt like it was on fire, his hole was overstretched and puffy, his
cock was swollen from not being allowed to orgasm, his wrists were bruised from
the cuffs, his eyes were bound, and he was drooling as he panted. Above all, he
hated himself. More than he hated Slade. He thought that him getting put into
this position was his own fault, him getting tortured and giving into this was
his own fault, and he began wishing that he was dead right now. Dead and out of
this misery. His breath shook and the overwhelming grief was hinted in his
breathing.
“Robin.” The voice was oddly soft sounding. It almost sounded like Slade didn't
have his mask on. Robin almost cried out as he felt skin brush against the raw
skin of his back. It was the only skin contact he'd had since he'd been
captured and he unconsciously began moving against it to get more. He heard a
clink as his arms were freed from their restraints and he was turned over
painfully onto his back. Robin arched his back up to try to keep himself from
lying down and pressing down on his new scars, and his hands gripping the
pillows under his head for leverage. Robin whined as the hand ran up and
touched his hips, stomach, chest, nipples, shoulders, neck, and finally, his
cheek while thumbing over his lips.
Robin began sucking the thumb as he heard another soft compliment, “My baby
boy. My beautiful little boy.” Was this Slade’s thumb? At this point, Robin
almost didn’t care anymore. He wanted to be cared for, he wanted to be treated
gently, and Slade or not, he wanted to be complemented. Robin gently kissed
Slade’s thumb, taking it into his mouth like a lollipop and taking deep breaths
as he sucked on it. It felt so good to be moving slow for once, to feel almost
secure, and feel like he wasn’t being forced.
Robin felt another hand pet his hair, again without a leather glove, and heard
Slade’s voice whisper sweet nothings to him as Robin kissed his thumb. He
should feel gross. He should feel disgusted for playing right into Slade’s
hands...and yet, he doesn’t. He nuzzles into Slade’s large, calloused hands and
tilts his head up when he feels breathing right above him.
“That’s my boy.” The voice was definitely coming from Slade, the same person
that was stroking his cheek. Robin almost moans at the man’s voice. He hears a
light chuckle before feeling a pair of lips pressed to his. Slade didn’t force
him to kiss back, but Robin did anyway. He hungrily kissed the assassin and
opened his mouth for him. Slade filled it with his tongue and Robin moaned out
as their tongues danced.
Slade pulled his mouth away and asked, “Is it the first time someone’s been in
your mouth like that?” He sounded so much less threatening...and Robin wanted
to be honest. The boy nodded and a moment later he was kissed again. Robin
slowly, almost fearfully, put his hands on Slade’s shoulders, which were also
bare. Robin gasped as he felt arms wrap around his shoulders and hips to pull
him in. Robin felt more skin against his. Slade was naked, and Robin’s mind
started to imagine how the man looked under his mask. Of course, the blindfold
was on firmly and it wasn't coming off.
“I’ll reward you for being a good boy.” Slade pulled away and carefully pulled
on Robin’s collar chain. Robin sorely got to his knees but Slade pulled him
forward to lay down again, chest on his. Robin sighed lightly and didn't try to
move as he felt something poking against his butt. He knew what it was, he was
used to the shape of Slade’s cock.
“I'm going to fill you up.” Slade's voice sounded deep and sexy, something
Robin knew he should never think. But by now, he's practically drunk on the
kindness and attention he's getting from Slade.
Robin whines out softly, “Please...please...don't...make it hurt.” At any other
point in time, Robin would feel disgusting for begging Slade for anything. But
based on where he was now, he feels little shame in begging for mercy. Robin
feels the same pair of lips on his bruised wrists before his arms are made to
wrap around what he assumes is Slade's neck.
The skin around his hips are gently caressed before he feels a slicked cock
breach his entrance. Robin let's out a whine and purely from feeling, he knows
it's Slade. The intrusion isn't too painful at all as Slade slides in easily.
Robin moans happily when Slade goes slow for once. It's slow, it's gentle, and
it feels good. After all the times he'd been forced and humiliated, Robin felt
like he was floating on air.
“Love the sounds you're making, baby boy.” Robin moaned out. God, the pet name
made him harder. He rocked against Slade, wincing as Slade finally took the
cock ring off. Robin sighed in relief as he slowly thrusted on Slade’s cock, in
no hurry to cum, as Slade kissed him. He smelled of blood, black coffee, and
dark wood cologne. Slade held his hips and continued to kiss Robin’s cheeks,
shoulders, lips, and neck.
Robin’s heart felt like it was overflowing. He was so hurt and yet the tender
kisses and thrusts felt so good. It didn't take long for him to cum on Slade,
painting both of their stomachs white. Robin lay still as Slade took over and
thrusted him gently down on his cock. Robin whined as he felt Slade still and a
warmth fill him. Slade always wore a condom, but not this time. That confused
Robin but he didn't dwell on it. He welcomed the warmth growing in his belly as
Slade pulled himself out.
“Baby.” Robin felt himself being lifted off on Slade and back onto the bed. He
felt a towel of sorts rub down his body to clean him. Finally, he felt a sheet
cover his bare body, and he greedily curled up in it.
“Good boy. I'm proud of you.” Robin turned his head and kissed Slade again.
“Keep the blindfold on. Tomorrow we start early.” Robin moaned out a reply and
heard footsteps moving away.
He obeyed...he was going to obey Slade’s orders, and right now, felt no
regrets. He was Slade’s pet, his little boy. Slade had finally broken the boy
wonder, and Robin had stopped wanting to run away.
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