Dick totally avoided looking at me in our shared class. In fact, he exited the second it was over. When he arrived at midnight he was sullen.
“This has to end,” he angrily muttered as, per my order, he took off his uniform and climbed up to sit on the edge of the table.
“I suppose it will if you cooperate tonight,” I replied. “Now hands above your head but flip over first onto your stomach.”
“No way,” he angrily replied.
“Look this is getting tiring,” I stated with some irritation in my voice. I stared at him. He stared back at me. “OK here’s the deal,” I sighed. “If you cooperate with me tonight, I promise that if I you don’t want, I’ll stop. Also, if at the end of tonight’s session you don’t agree meet anymore it’s fine.”
“And what about the videos,” he skeptically asked.
“I’ll give you the access codes to my iCloud. You can delete them all. Again its conditional on you not agreeing to return,” I replied. I looked at him and waited.
“All right I accept those terms,” He responded as he took his position lying face down on the table.
I went over and secured his wrists. “Relax, “I stated when I saw the concern look on his face. “I gave him my word. I’ll keep it. Remember, if I do something you don’t like me doing then I’ll stop.”
He didn’t say anything, just continued looking at me. I brought over a small shot glass filled with the drugs.
“I didn’t say I take any drugs,” he snapped at me.
“Ah, I didn’t say I wouldn’t give them to you,” I laughed. “It’s the same thing you took yesterday. So, either you drink it or, I just load a dart and shoot that ass of yours again. Your call buddy.”
He tightly clenched his teeth then, saw me reaching for the dart gun. “Okay,” he grumbled. “ I’d rather drink it than get another shot of darts. Just know I am not consenting to consume it. I’m only choosing the way you use to get it into me.”
“Whatever,” I groaned. I watched as he drank from the cup I held to his mouth. When he was finished, I moved to his legs. A few minutes later his telltale deep breathing let me know that the drug had taken effect. Taking hold of both his ankles I spread his legs apart. I leaned in to eat him out. Dick let out a series of long deep moans as I vigorously let my tongue explore his entryway. After a few minutes I pulled back.
“Shit, don’t stop,” he moaned as he moved his legs even farther apart.
I had to grin. Grayson, always so careful of his image, never used expletives. The fact he did, was the signal that his inhibitions had lowered. “Get up onto your knees,” I sharply told him.
“Why?” he woozily asked.
“Just do it,” I yelled making sure to follow it up by a hard slap to his right butt-cheek.
“EOW,” he yelped. My red handprint appeared on its pale rounded cheek.
“I told you get up on your knees,” I repeated combining my instructions with a hard slap to his left buttocks.
“EOW, okay,” he cried out as got up onto his knees. In this position his body now formed a pyramid with his shoulders and head as one part of its base and his knees the other one. His famed butt, that delectable wet dream of so many, was set high in the air. His hefty ball-sack gently swung between his thighs. Part of his erection playfully peaked from behind it.
I vigorously pulled his cheeks a bit farther apart to give me more room and leaned my face into my goal. Within seconds, my tongue work was giving him the rim job of his life. His grunts and moans of delight only made me more enthusiastic in my endeavor. As I did, I reached around one of his thighs to get a grip on erection. As I ate him out, I slowly jerked him off.
“Oh fuck... God... don't …stop... my hole…shit…on fire,’ he squealed.
I worked it over reveling in his shouts of delight. Once I felt he was sufficiently loose, I stopped and pulled away
“No,” he moaned in disappointment.
“Relax,” I laughed as I moved around so that I was now facing him. “I’ve got something better to use than my tongue.”
He stared at my erection which, was directly in front of him. “That’s big,” he laughed still high from the drugs. As I moved closer, it suddenly it hit him what I intended to do.
“No way,” he slurred. “Get that away from me!” He clenched his jaw and gritted his teeth to deny my cock an entrance. “No. No,” he rasped through his gritted teeth.
“Sorry. I need this to get wet. So, you're going to suck this whether you want to or not,” I said as I reached over and pitched his nose closed. “Sooner or later you’ll need to breathe.”
He struggled in his bindings and held out for longer than I anticipated but finally, he opened his mouth for air. It was at that precise moment I thrust my dickhead past his lips and into his throat.
I listened to his muffled “mmmphh,”. I held his head in place, while he tried using his tongue to push it out and failed. “Accept it’s happening,” I told him. “If you use your teeth to hurt me, I swear I won't be responsible for the consequences.” I let my erection rest inside his mouth making sure not to ram it into his throat so deep he would choke. “The faster you suck it, the wetter it will get and, the faster I pull it out.” I explained. Slowly, his struggling eased off. “Lick it and get this over with.” I soon felt his tongue swirling around my head. Taking time to allow him to adjust, I eased my shaft into his throat a little bit at a time until he was stuffed.
A sense of triumph coursed throughout me. I looked down to see the famed crime fighter now slurping on my dick. Not so arrogant now are you , I thought as I guided him on how to work on my rod.
He gurgled and choked during the blow job. Yet, he gradually learned how to adjust his efforts. Salvia dripped from the sides of his mouth and, a few times, I eased off to let him gasp in more oxygen. Once I felt he had sufficiently lubricated me, I pulled out and moved off.
Once my cock was fully out, he coughed and panted while angrily glaring at me. The skin around his mouth was clearly irritated and red thanks to the scratching of my pubic hair. “I'm going to kick your ass for this,” he mumbled while spitting out saliva.
“That’s only fair since in a few seconds, I fucking yours,” I joked while moving swiftly back to position myself between his legs.
“No way you’re doing it,” he yelled as he brought his legs together.
I was in no mood for any more delay. I viciously slapped his ass until he was bright crimson, and he was he was howling in pain.
“Stop, okay you win,” he softly moaned.
I watched as those powerful thighs moved apart exposing his wet, loose hole for my penetration. My aim was to let him enjoy this and not rip him to shreds. So, I slowly eased my rod into him. my head just pushed past his outer ring when, it was stopped by its muscular defenses.
“I can't,” he cried out in panic. “It's too big,” he moaned as I tried and failed to inch my way into him. I stopped. Filled a glass with the drug and went over to look at him. “Here drink this. It will help,” I stated as I raised the glass to his lips. This time he didn’t protest. “You’re Robin the Boy Wonder. There is nothing you can’t do,” I assured him as he consumed the contents. I took the empty glass away. “Remember that.”
“Nothing I can’t do,” he dully repeated. His pupils were dilated. “I’m robin the boy wonder. I can do anything,” he laughed. An adorable grin came to his face.
“Because you’re the sexiest guy in this city with as ass that should be admired and serviced,” I told him to appeal to his ego and love of exhibiting himself to others.
“Damn right,” he replied.
Confident now he was prepared I strode back to get between his legs. I reset my erection at his anal gates and slowly pushed into him. He grunted and moaned but soon the tight muscles in his entryway unwound to let me slip in. “Take a deep breath and relax,” I instructed as I inched into him.
“You've got your cock up my ass,” he yelled when I finally fully penetrated him.
I waited to let his tight chute adjust itself to my girth. I had a respectable ten inches. Though not as long as Grayson’s, it was equally as thick and, not to boast, it had been often referred to as a ‘weapon of ass destruction’. Tonight its target was the “mother of them all.” While I paused, I reached down and began jerking him off. Sure enough, it had just the effect I wanted. His breathing increased. His boner began to leak. Quickly the tightness around my shaft slackened. “Good bat boy,” I whispered as I began my thrusts. As I screwed him, his protests gradually slacked off. I was a few seconds into my fucking when I hit the spot that I’d been seeking.
“ARGH,” he bellowed as the head of my cock slammed into his prostate.
I sensed a subtle change in him which was confirmed when his hips started moving forward and back onto my pecker. “Some is enjoying it?” I joked while I pounded what I like to refer to as a guy’s inner slut spot.
“It isn't possible,” he cried out as his hips slowly bucked backward to meet my thrusts. “ so …god…hot…what is happening?” He pathetically whined. His cock lurched in my grip. I increased the speed of masturbating him while striking more blows on his slut spot. He yelped in pleasure. “Go deeper,” he suddenly exclaimed.
I grinned and obliged. By now I was jerking him off in time with each of my forward movements. His back arched upward like a cat’s, its muscles flexing and contracting while pushing his round firm rump back onto my invading dick
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked as I slammed even harder into that sweet spot that, once triggered, I’ve found ends up turning even straight guys into a raving bottom.
“Yes…no…yes…no…yes,” he babbled in confusion. “Fuck my ass is on fire.”
“Stop or not?” I repeated.
It took a few better hard whacks upon his slut spot but, in the end he cracked.
“Don’t stop ,” he howled.
“If you insist,” I laughed as I relentlessly plowed in and out of his shitter. He alternately bellowed, sobbed, and screamed with sheer pleasure as I took him. I did it hard, savagely, and filled with a desire to keep him in a frenzy of uncontrolled heat throughout it all. As I plunged his rump, I worked on his cock and balls until he was a sweating animal moaning and twisting on my cock.
“Harder…deeper…fuck me…please,” he shrieked. The famously calm, collected, controlled young crime fighter was nowhere in sight. In its place was an overly aroused and demanding Dick Grayson, wailing in lust like a two-bit, back-alley whore.
It all grew in intensity until…
“Oh God I'm going to shoot,” he cried out. “I can’t hold back!” He violently thrust his ass backward against me to violently slam my cock on his prostate. When he did, I felt his inner guts clenching my shaft.
“Damn, me too,” I yelled out. As he began to squirt, his anal chute contracted even more causing my orgasm. While my hot jism flooded into Robin the Boy Wonder's hole, I experienced the thrill of triumph. No one had ever beaten the Boy Wonder before. I had and better yet, I popped his cherry doing it
As I pulled out he let out a groan that sounded as if he was disappointed..
“Don’t worry you will get more,” I joked as he lowered his body down onto the table. He lay there panting.
“I got fucked,” he woozily mumbled between gulps of air. “I got fucked and I shot,” he softly stated. “I fucking shot while getting my butt plowed.”
“Yes you did,” I replied slapping his rump. “Now we rest for a few minutes. We have all night to fuck you.” He looked at me with bleary eyes. “We are just starting in lighting up your erogenous zones tonight. You are the best.” I added to stroke his ego. “The hottest crimefighter ever and a great piece of ass too.” I patted his round rump. I swear, I thought I detected a slight flickering smile appear on the face on the Boy Wonder upon hearing those words.
*****
I finished repeatedly screwing him senseless by around dawn. Throughout it bucked, hollered for more, and also climaxed hands free quite a few times during those fucks. So far, Dick was the best ride of life. His athletic body was flexible enough to assume some unique multiple positions. I learned he went wild when subjected to tit or ball play and praising his body acts like an aphrodisiac on him.
When I pulled out of him for my last time, I heard a satisfying POP as the head of my cock exited his now thoroughly abused anal shoot. I helped him ease his body down then, went and took off the cuffs. As I dressed, I stared at him lying there face down on a table. His powerful strong body lay limp upon its surface. His arms hung loosely over its sides. When I went to check on him he was slightly moaning. I grabbed his hair and used it to pull up his head. He dully gazed at me with a “I just got royally fucked” expression. His lips were red and swollen from the multiple plowings I’d had done to his mouth to lubricate my shaft between his anal penetrations.
“Fuck,” he wheezed. “You used me like a whore.”
“Indeed,” I replied. I eased his head back down, took a wet washcloth, and went back to his rump. Gently I washed off the cum that was dripping out of his now red swollen hole.
As the rag slowly swirled around it, he let out a loud moan. “AW…damn…not again.” His body shuddered and jerked. Once he settled down, I noticed a small pool of his cum oozing out from between his spread-out thighs. It seemed he had achieved an orgasm from simply having his anal entryway massaged. I suppressed the urge to tease him about it and finished cleaning his hole.
Just before I left, I again secured my camera. I went over to him and leaned in close. “So tomorrow at midnight?” I told him as I caressed his rump.
He slightly raised his head and stared at me through his partially opened, bleary eyes. “You promised,” he groaned.
“I lied,” I laughed. “You will show up, right?”
He hesitated. I walked back to the other end of the table, reached out, and used my thumb to rub his hole.
“Yes,” he cried out as his body convulsed. “Not again,” he sobbed as he laid his head back down on the table. A strong whiff of newly ejaculated sperm wafted up from between his thighs.
“Popped another load huh. You really get off on ass play with guys, don’t you,” I teased.
As I walked out, I heard him telling himself, “it was the drugs…I’m not…with guys…the drugs caused…the drugs.”
I waited for Grayson to arrive. As usual, after all these months, I had sent him the video of our last sexual encounter along with a message that I had loaded it into the Cloud. I told him it would be releases on the Net if he failed to follow my instructions. I stated he needed to report here in my bedroom, in uniform, and by midnight tonight or else. Some time ago I had decided we would now meet here. Sure enough he arrived right on time.
“You will pay for what you’re did to me,” he snarled.
He defiantly stood before me, legs apart and arms akimbo. His taunt muscular body nicely displayed in those snug briefs, vest and tights. Gotham’s walking wet dream. “No I won’t DICK,” I replied making sure to lewdly emphasize his name. “You love being my slut and I have the videos to prove it.”
He flinched. “I was drugged every time and you know it,” he shot back.
“My drugs only released your inhibitions, baby,” I lied. “That was all you doing it.”
“It’s not true,” he sputtered showing just enough uncertainty in his voice to excite me.
“You loved it,” I whispered as I approached him until we almost touched. I smiled as he looked at me. “You begged for it.”
He started gulping in air. “Not true,” he mumbled with even less conviction.
I stood there, inches from him. He only needed to push me back. I knew he wouldn’t. We’d played this scene out many times but each one still thrilled me. I gazed into his eyes. “You loved being free to let your inner slut loose. In fact sexually acting out on videos really gets you hard now? Don’t think anyone is fooled bat boy, you are a total exhibitionist. Face it Dicky…you’re a total slut for attention.”
He blinked at the word ‘slut’ but said nothing.
“Admit you loved seeing yourself on those videos. I bet it gets you so hard,” I stated as I reached out to unbutton his vest and exposing his chest. “Grayson you have killer tits,” I said as I played with each one..
“I didn’t love it,” he mumbled. He gazed at me. “I don’t,” he moaned as each nipple tightened and rose into tiny hard mounds.
I gazed at him and waited. “You got hard,” I insisted. “Say it.”
“I did,” he finally groaned in defeat.
There it was…the signal. “Did what Boy Wonder?” I could sense it coming .
“Get…hard,” he muttered.
I stroked his cheek. “Whose my good bitch?” I asked while reaching down to rub his crotch. To my delight, I felt it rise. “Yeah, you are my good little boy whom I’m going to make feel good.”
“Stop…please,” he rasped as his eyes teared up.
“You are the best,” I told him knowing how stroking his ego helped in this game we now played. “No one is hotter. No one is sexier. No one,” I assured him as I leaned to kiss him, “ has a better, sexier ass in this world than Robin the Boy Wonder.” He smiled then sighed in surrender and slipped his tongue into my mouth. Damn that boy can kiss!
I reached into my back pocket and took out a dart. As we lipped locked, I reached around him to jab it into his rump. He yelped but didn’t move. He heaved another longer sigh as its drug took effect. I broke off our kissing. His eyes were starting to glass over. I grinned. How often did this play out. Every night, after doing his rounds, he came here, and we replayed this scenario. His ego wouldn’t let him admit he loved being a fuck boy so, this ‘fig leaf act’ was his way of justifying it. I will admit I too loved performing in this skit of the defiant straight crime fighter ‘forced’ to sexually submit. I knew that whatever game was going on the truth is, after that first night, my young studly, macho Dick Grayson discovered he craved the erotic thrill that came with being sexually dominated and fucked. Naturally, he also believes: 1.) it’s the drugs that I shoot into him that makes him a total faggot and, 2.) that he’s helplessly addicted to getting his regular ‘fix’ of it. Honestly, it’s another fig leaf to feed his ego’s need to still see himself as a heroic symbol of Justice. The moral hero who can’t fight the drug’s ‘fag inducing’ effects on him. The truth is, however, that after our first two weeks the only ‘drug dose’ he gets has only been distilled water. Any ‘drug effect’ is all in his head but, fuck, if he needs to believe otherwise to ‘fag out’, it’s fine by me.
“I’m so horny,” he breathlessly said. He stood there looking so fuckable adorable with his goofy grin. By now he was panting in heat and lightly rubbing his growing erection. “I need it so bad!”
“Stop masturbating before you end up shooting your wad into your tights again,” I gently instructed as I pulled his hand away. “We talked about not creating any more wet spots in your tights and staining your briefs. You’ve told me Alfred was asking you why he was constantly washing out cum stains in them. I gently pushed him to his knees. He knelt there staring at my crotch. I could feel his warm breath on my growing erection. “Go on,” I softly instructed.
“Fuck,” he moaned as he unzipped my pants to free my shaft. He gingerly leaned forward, his mouth open, and took it into his throat. I watched as he orally ‘lubed it’ for use. Muffled groans accompanied his actions. Once it was wet enough, I pulled it from his lips.
“Be good boy, stand up, get undressed, leave the mask on, get into bed, lay on your back, legs up too,” I sharply told him. “I’m going to tap your slut spot hard tonight. Later, you and I are going to plan how to fuck over some of your male superhero buddies. Also, my plans to drain Bruce Wayne’s finances too. Got it!”
“Yes…okay,” he softly replied as he stood. Saliva was dripping from his lower lip.
I grinned as he disrobed, lay on his back, grabbed his ankles, and ‘assumed the bitch position.’ There it was. That famously fuckable ass. Now open to view, its rosy lightly haired sphincter on full display.
“Can we start with Kid Flash? He’s always showing me a fucking attitude,” he sweetly asked as I too undressed. “I’d like that,” he purred as he stroked his impressively leaking erection. By now his shaft was slick with the pre-cum that was oozing from its head. “Wally West has a nice butt.”
Yes, I now knew every superhero’s identity. It had taken a bit of time to get Dick to tell me. Ultimately, however, he cracked and spilled it all. Superhero identities, their secret hideouts, even their hidden weaknesses all revealed while I plowed him.
I’d noticed earlier that when I’d mentioned screwing over Kid Flash, he’d quickly warmed to my idea about us bitching all his fellow young crimefighters. I suspected he had long had an unconscious ‘thing’ for Kid Flash and that my rebooting of his sexuality merely released that latent desire. I also assumed his ego made it essential that Wally, along with his other crime fighting buddies, also gave up their butts?
“My asshole needs filling,” he moaned. His ‘fix’ had taken full effect. He spread his long muscular legs farther apart and reached down to finger his entryway.
I put any further thoughts aside. I went to him. “Get it wet,” I softly instructed as I brought my cock to his lips.
“”Hmm,” he murmured as he took it in without protest and suckled on it.
“Dick sucking a dick,” I teased as he slobbered on my meat. “God you’ve a stunning body,” I whispered. As I expected, those words sparked him into an even better blow job.
After he had sufficiently done the job, I moved between his powerful splayed thighs. Quickly, I positioned his ankles on each of my shoulders. As I fingered out his hole to loosen it up even more, I could see the growing lust in his eyes. “The sexiest rump in all the world,” I whispered knowing such ego stroking only got him hotter to be screwed. He smiled and let out a loud pleasurable yelp as I pushed my cock into him. “Robin, you have fucking best and tightest rear-end in the world,” I grunted as I began thrusting.
“Fuck me,” he whined lost in his growing sexual frenzy.
As I drove his squirming, muscular body into extasy, I thought how the Riddler, Joker, even Poison Ivy had all tried and failed to kick his ass. They were foolish. They should have fucked my Boy Wonder’s ass instead!
The End
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*****
There was another ending contemplated. Rather than toss it, consider it a bonus.
I waited in my apartment for Grayson to arrive. I had sent him the videos along with a message that I had loaded it into the Cloud and would release it to everyone if he tried anything. I knew with his ego would the fear the idea of everyone seeing Robin’s sexual activities. I also told him this time to report here in my bedroom, in uniform, and by midnight tonight or else. Sure enough he arrived right on time.
“You will pay for what you’re did to me,” he snarled as he stood in my bedroom.
“No I won’t DICK,” I replied lewdly emphasizing his name. “You loved being my slut and I have the videos to prove it.”
He flinched. “I was drugged,” he shot back.
“My drugs only released your inhibitions, baby,” I lied. “That was all you doing it.”
“It’s not true,” he sputtered showing just enough uncertainty in his voice to give me the edge.
“You loved it,” I whispered as I approached him until we almost touched. I smiled as he looked at me. “You begged for it.”
He started gulping in air. “Not true,” he mumbled with even less conviction.
I stood there. The fact he hadn’t yet pushed me away spoke volumes. “You loved being free to let your inner slut loose. In fact sexually acting out on video really got you hard didn’t it? You are a total exhibitionist. I just let you find your inner sexual pleasure doing it. Face it dicky…you’re a total slut for attention.”
He blinked at the word ‘slut’ but said nothing.
“Admit you loved seeing yourself on those videos. Remembering how it all felt even got you hard,” I stated knowing that my sexual stimulant drug was long lasting, so the chances were he was still partly in heat. “I didn’t,” he mumbled. He gazed at me. “I didn’t,” he moaned.
I gazed at him and waited.
“It did,” he finally groaned in defeat.
A bitter admission for him. His pride was crushed. “Whose my good bitch?” I soothingly asked while reaching down to rub his crotch. To my delight, I felt his cock rise. “Yeah, you are my good little boy whom I’m going to make feel good.”
“Stop…please,” he rasped as his eyes teared up.
I leaned in and kissed him. He sighed in surrender and slipped his tongue into my mouth. Damn that boy can kiss!
I reached into my back pocket and took out a dart. As we lipped locked, I reached around him to jab it into his rump. He yelped but didn’t move. He heaved another sigh as its drug took effect. I broke off our kissing. His eyes were starting to glass over. “Now get undressed, leave the mask on, get into bed, lay on your back, legs up too,” I sharply told him. “I’m going to tap your slut spot hard tonight. Tomorrow you and I are going to plan how to fuck over some of your Teen Titan guys. Also, my plans to drain Bruce Wayne’s finances too. Got it!”
“Yes Sir,” he softly replied.
I grinned as he disrobed and ‘assumed the bitch position’. I’d noticed he had quickly agreed to my idea about us bitching his fellow young colleagues. In our after-sex talk, I had found out he had an unconscious and firm belief of being a superior man to them. Getting turned out had crushed his old image of his manhood. I suspected his inner need to “out-man” them made it essential that the other male Titans gave up their butt? I decided that issue needed to be explored later and utilized to accomplish my ends.
I put those plans aside as I moved between his powerful splayed thighs. Quickly, I positioned his ankles on each of my shoulders. As I fingered out his hole to loosen it up, I could see the growing lust in his eyes. Later, as I fucked his squirming muscular body into extasy, I thought how the Riddler, Joker, even Poison Ivy. They had all tried and failed to kick his ass. They were foolish. They should have fucked my Boy Wonder instead!
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