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It was the end of winter though spring seemed quite far away given the chill and cold rain of the Gotham night.

Roy Harper had grown to enjoy those kinds of nights since moving to the city, as their patrols were usually peaceful and there was an excuse to huddle closer with his usual vigilante partner and, well, boyfriend, Jason Todd, aka Robin. 

But now they were in an alley close to the back entrance of the Gotham Central Police Station, which was also the entrance to the Coroner's office, and they were talking to the forensic examiner on duty. 

A 35 year old lawyer had been shot dead in the Narrows with an uncommon munition, but the weirder part that had prompted the GCPD to contact them was that someone had broken into the morgue and cut the little finger off the corpse, and managed to do it completely unnoticed, escaping even the surveillance cameras. 

“Thank you Dr. Guerra, we will be in touch.”

The doctor nodded to them. 

“Thanks Robin, Arsenal.” 

The GCPD had cleaned up its act in the last years, much like the whole city, no longer a hell hole of organized crime and supervillains. There wasn't widespread police corruption anymore, and they were collaborative with the Bat and friends. Arsenal and Robin climbed up to the rooftops using their gadgets. Roy had quickly adapted to the usual strategies and means of transportation used by the Bats, which were after all the ones that best suited Gotham's particular architecture. He had his own custom red bike too. 

“What do you think?” asked Jason once on the top. 

“Uh, a highly trained professional got the finger, but one that wasn't who killed him or they would have cut the finger then. And the killer wasn't a typical Narrows lowlife, with such a high tech bullet.” 

“I agree. We'll still make a good detective out of you.“, Jay grinned. 

“I doubt it, you're all so much better at it than me.” 

“Well, you're learning things… A lot of things.” 

“That i am… “ Roy smiled, brought the young sidekick to a hug, and kissed his mouth. 

It had been surprising to Roy how easy and comfortable it had been to start a relationship with Jason given that his past flings had been just with women, even though he was bisexual. And Jason was… quite young. And in a polycule. 

Yet it had worked, to the point that it looked like he was… growing closer to the other members of the household at the Wayne Manor. 

For example,one night he and Jay had a threesome with the one and only Dick Grayson. Two feminine bottoms for him to top, he had felt incredible. Even just watching the brothers made out in panties had been scorching hot. 

At the rooftop, Arsenal and Robin kissed, and Roy remembered that a part of his body was actually uncomfortable then. And precisely, both of their phones chimed in . 

The message just said “Check time”. It was from Slade Wilson. He was… the head of the “tribe”, and, to Roy's eyes, the Alpha, though he knew they disliked that terminology. He had grown closer to him lately, certainly. 

Check time meant they had to take a picture and send it to him of the cock cages both were wearing. 

It was just his second time wearing it, the first day Slade had suggested to him to put it on for an hour in the Manor, and today to wear it just for the short patrol. He had told him he could refuse, that it wasn't a big deal. Roy had agreed without hesitation. 

He was not submissive - he wasn't! - and yet he had felt a funny sensation in his stomach when he had put the cage on both times. 

Slade was a dom top, and the rest of the polycule members deferred to him, and he had seen them wearing cages often by then..The boys, Dick, Jason and Tim, and Brion - Geo-force - too though he was more of like a muscle slave maybe? And Bruce too; Roy had thought that Batman was, like, an Alpha prime in the whole dynamic but a short time after his kidnapping, captivity and subsequent rescue Bruce had become much more openly submissive to Slade. But it was more complex than that, according to Jay. He hoped to, um, interact more with Bruce in the upcoming days and understand it better. 

So now he was on the less conspicuous part of a rooftop, feeling mortified as fuck and with his dick (weirdly!) straining in its black silicone cock cage trying to get hard, ballsack pulled tight, with his pants and underwear down and holding the top of his costume up while his boyfriend took a picture of him showing his incapacity to get an erection for fucking Deathstroke to admire. 

“Perfect. Turn around.” 

“Isn't it only a cage check? I haven't got a buttplug in or anything.”, said Roy while he was turning to the wall already. 

“Slade's gonna love it. You look great. I seriously need to eat that ass again, damn.” 

Roy made a mental note, Jay had a pretty skilled tongue. 

His boyfriend certainly was the one who really looked hot as hell when it was his turn, all smooth, very fit (he was getting more muscular) and yet androgynous at the same time, his nub encased in a smaller cage, his butt so pert and sexy and tempting. 

They sent the pics and Roy made out with the half naked young sidekick, one of his fingers finding Jay's hungry boypussy, the pressure in his own cage getting worse. 

Their phones received the same message from Slade. Good boy. Jay answered Thank you Daddy ❤️. Roy wrote Thanks Daddy. - but after some internal debate and reluctantly. 

He knew that it all was leading to Slade finally taking him in bed, and making him fully submit very soon. A small part of him hated that he no longer could lie to himself and believe that he wasn't very much looking forward to it. 

It had been a process that had accelerated lately… 

Two weeks before 

 That afternoon Slade and he had been simultaneously but separatedly training at the Manor gym, and then they were showering together, not close, not far, in the communal showers. Slade had smirked before when they both had ended their training at the same time, which had been pure happenstance on Roy's part, of course. 

At that point Roy already knew that things happened from time to time in the group showers of the Mansion, both at the ones at the gym and the others in the Batcave.

Once, Brion, Tim and him had been using them after training and eyeing each other. The Markovian was very hot, ginger haired like him, a hunk almost too muscular, with a big locked cock, but he and Roy had a sort of cold tension between them; Roy thought he was too annoyingly friendly with Jay and in contrast, treated him as an outsider yet (which was ironic). Brion had left the showers, and Tim had taken the chance to come to him and start to wash his back. Roy had gotten hard. The newest Robin had dropped to his knees and started sucking him expertly while looking him in the eyes till he came. Then Roy had kissed and jerked off the new boy wonder. 

Another time, and that one was very much on Roy's mind at that moment, he had stepped into the showers and caught Slade sodomizing Dick against the wall. Roy had mumbled his excuses and started to leave but Slade had shouted. 

“Roy! Stay. We don't mind giving a show. You can touch yourself and cum if you like.” 

It had been the best porn he had ever watched. Dick had been in bliss. That huge cock had to hurt though. Roy had come too soon, and left full of shame. 

And there was also what Jason had told him about the ritual that happened after a night patrol of Batman and any of his sidekicks in the Batcave showers. 

 So now, there was a thick sexual tension in the humid air amidst the showerheads, Slade and him; Roy got an instant erection like a rookie private in his first visit to a strip club and was unable to peel his eyes away from the muscular tower of a man and his hung slab of meat. Was the large cock a consequence of the experiments that gave Deathstroke his superhuman physiology? Maybe he shouldn't think about that, he was so close to kneeling in front of him right there and begging for his permission to suck him. 

And then Slade had finished his shower, came to him, causing a timid Roy to almost whimper, and kissed him, cornering him against the wall and kneading his butt with his huge hand. Even his tongue felt larger than life. He broke the kiss to tell him. 

“I know you're almost ready. It won't be today. But soon. I'm going to leave now and I want you to do something for me. Ok, son?”

“Yes!” 

“Yes, what?” 

“Yes, Daddy!” 

Slade grinned and kissed him again. Roy was melting, the man was so big all over, mature and regal. 

“You're gonna drop on the floor on your knees looking at that camera and start jerking off that little cock of yours with a finger up your butt. You're gonna cum in less than two minutes while you finger your pussy and moan Daddy. Can you do that for me, son?” 

“Yes, Daddy!”

“Do it now.” 

Slade left, Roy went down on his knees, jerking off and fingering his ass, and came in barely one minute, the ropes of cum flying over his head. 

That had been the second time that Slade had ordered him to jack off, his only commands outside of a battlefield or the training area. Roy wasn't a submissive (he wasn't) and wasn't planning on ending being one, and he would later rationalize his behavior and quick compliance to his excessive horniness. That night he fucked Jason hard in their room in the mansion, to his delight. 

Roy was renting a small apartment in the city where they spent some nights, but it created logistical troubles and the supposedly biggest advantage, privacy, wasn't something Jason valued and Roy was discovering he was fine without it. He knew in the Mansion they were under the watchful eyes of Slade and Bruce, and, to a point, under their rule. It didn't feel that bad. And there were many advantages. 

That next morning he received a voice message from Slade. 

Roy, i want you to know that I really appreciate how you acted yesterday. You did good. There's an interesting path forward for you, if you choose to follow it. I want to discuss it more with you. Come to my study today at 3 pm sharp. Wear tracksuit pants. Without underwear. I have a gift for you. See you later, son. 

Roy listened to the message 5 times in a row. On the third one he made a mortifying discovery. His own voice moaning desperately for Daddy could be faintly heard in the audio. Slade was watching the video of him jerking off in the showers when he sent it. He headed to the gym to immediately hit something, preferably his own head. 

At the gym, of course, was Brion Markov, Geo-force, the oldest of the “boys” of the household, the only one who hadn't been a Robin, and official gym rat. He was shirtless, pumping irons, all sweaty. Wearing a leather collar too. 

“Hi Brion. “

“Oh, let me >mfff< KLANKK! 

What's up Roy, I was just finishing that rep.” 

Brion stood up and fist pumped him with a genuine, bright smile. Roy decided that it was time to stop being a little bitch with the, by all accounts, lovely guy. 

“How’s it going?” 

“Just a bit of lifting, as today Bruce isn't going to WE.” 

Brion had started working as a bodyguard for Bruce at his company, where he had been kidnapped months ago. He was also tasked with improving the security of the company apparently. And sucking Bruce and Slade there too, as far as Roy understood. He did it under a fake identity to hide his powers and that he was an European prince, which explained his current platinum blond dye job and moustache. The bastard more than pulled it off. Roy on the other hand was momentarily jobless after leaving the Titans, but Jason had asked him to wait a month more before starting to look for a part time job. 

“How about you?” 

“I came here to burn some energy.”

“Nice! I know you know your way around a gym more than well, but i could give you advice for any kind of fitness goal you'd want to achieve, even set a personal plan, that kind of thing.” 

“Oh that’d be great, gym frustrates me often because I work out and i feel like i don't see enough results. And you look like a freaking gym ad, so you must know what you're doing.” 

“Hahah, thanks, it's a bit of an intensive hobby for me. Slade also encourages me to do it. Speaking of improving, can you help me some time with my shooting skills? I carry a gun now, and I should get to a top level with them. Slade's usually busy and Bruce is not a fan of guns, and you’re a great marksman.”

. . 

“Absolutely, piece of cake. You should practice with knives too. I can teach you to get better with any weapon.” 

“Awesome! Thanks Roy. Maybe this Saturday we could start with both things.” 

“Yeah, sounds cool.” 

The morning workout with Brion was really pleasant and some of his tips already made his muscles burn notably more for real. When they were finishing and heading to the locker room, Brion asked

“How are you adjusting to the, well, specialness of our relationship here?” 

“It's certainly different but… I don't know, i find it more sexy than anything else. Like, passing by the pool and getting to see a threesome of Bruce, Dick and you it's super hot.” 

“Good to know. We've actually shielded you from most of it, on Slade's orders. Most times after dinner Bruce and me would have been wearing just our collars and cock cages, and there's too the lingerie nights for everyone… “

Roy noted his blood rushing down with the mental picture he was imagining. Bri continued. 

“But i don't mean just the sex by itself. You've seen us wearing collars and cages. You've seen Slade deciding when we've had enough food or drinks. Us behaving feminine, or childish , or pet-like, though we have mostly restricted to do much of that in your presence yet. The spanking marks on Jason’ butt. Or that night that he left you alone in your bedroom to sleep with Bruce and Slade at their call. How are you processing all that?” 

The night Jason left him to fuck his Dads Roy had jerked off three times in a row, and a couple more hours later thinking about his boyfriend getting spitroasted and getting more satisfied than with him. But he wasn't gonna tell Brion that. He would get a misconstrued image of him. He wasn't a sub. 

“That stuff…I'm curious about it. It's very hot. You all seem to enjoy it a lot. Maybe I could start participating a bit. But like, as a second in command maybe. I'm not really submissive. Or maybe third in command, under Bruce too.” 

Brion's right eyebrow slightly moved up, his expression difficult to read. 

“Bruce is a special case in the hierarchy now. But he will tell you about it when it's the time. We don't do rankings of submission or of command per se, though. You should have a long conversation with Slade, in my opinion. It will clear things up.” 

“Actually i have an appointment of sorts with him this afternoon. To discuss «a path going forward» for me.” 

“Oh, really? That's great! Hope you tell me about it later. I'm gonna jump into the hot tub. Wanna join? It's great to soothe sore muscles.” 

“Sure thing!” 

They took off their clothes and washed the sweat off in the shower next to the hot tub. Roy had time to admire the ex Outsider’s body. He was quite tall and really buff, even by superhero standards, completely smooth -all body hair laser removed like Jay-, which made his muscle definition more evident. He was locked, and there he looked more like Bruce than any of the small-dicked Robins, it was a sizable cage, the big flaccid meat constricted by it. It looked bigger than his own. 

Roy however was proud of his body, his strong arms and tight waist, his reddish fuzz on his toned legs and torso. Even of his cock, that didn't look that impressive right then. But he was a grower.. 

Bri jumped inside the hot tub, and helped him chivalrously to get in. The hot water felt so good on his tired muscles. It turned out that Brion was a bit touchy-feely in the short distance, but it didn't feel out of place in the Manor, and that way Roy could also touch those bulging muscles back. Those juicy pecs had been calling to him. 

There was a part of Brion's past that Roy was curious about. 

“Jason told me that you were the first to date Slade.” 

“Yes and no. I met him when Tara, my half sister, got really sick. He had worked with her, they were technically villains at the time, and he was paying an exorbitant hospital bill for her. She died but we kept in contact. I think Tara's death and another close friend of his that was killed were what prompted him to reform. 

But I'm digressing, me, I've always been gay, though my type was younger bottoms, believe it or not. And yet, when I got to know Slade… he seduced me. He made me discover things about myself, but I was not ready, I was too green too I think. I was stupidly ashamed. We parted ways after 3 intense months together. 

I convinced myself that I wasn't the way I had been with him. I dated only feminine bottoms then, treating them disposably, and fucking them the way i really wanted to be fucked myself without admitting it. Not a healthy way to live, really. Then I met Dick, intimately, and there was a bottom that actually interested me and wanted to maybe seriously date. Fate wanted that while I was pursuing him, I bumped into Slade again, who unbeknownst to me was seducing Dick at the time too. It brought everything back to my head, only then I started to see things clearly. 

Right after it I was asking Slade to take me back, under his terms, which he did, and basically Dick and I started a relationship with him, and, well, submitting to him at the same time.” 

“That's actually a great story.” 

“I guess so, a Hollywood rom-com with more spankings and cock cages. But the same problematic age gap!” 

“Very funny dumbass.” 

They had been both touching and caressing each other under the water. They started kissing. It was a bit unexpected because Brion was all smooth and caged and yet it felt to Roy like the muscular older boy was the aggressor; in a way he had been guiding him all morning and Roy hadn't asserted himself at all. But that felt pretty great then. 

“Brion… I'm sorry if i was a bit of a dick to you when i started coming here.” 

“It's alright. I guess there was a bit of jealousy about Jason on my part. But you're very good to him, it's evident. And as the cliché goes i haven't really lost a lover, i have in fact added a new one…” 

Brion was now hugging him from behind, knocking his locked crotch against his butt and slowly jerking his hard cock, kissing his neck. Roy felt like he was melting under his ministrations, and was lightly moaning. 

“Jason told me you were a great top… but i see you also have this soft side to you. When you officially join we can explore it together. But…”

“But?” 

“I don't think you should have an orgasm now if you have an appointment with Slade later. I think he wouldn't want it to happen.” 

Roy could almost see the stern face of Slade when he would find out. 

“I think you're right. He'd be pissed off. I don't want that. Let's just make out.” 

“You're thinking like one of us boys already. Maybe you should reconsider what role you’d fit best in the dynamic.” 

Roy didn't want to do that at that moment, so he went for Brion's mouth with his, and his hand searched for the Markovian’s boipussy. Roy's fingers found its way in easily, it was clearly a pussy that was stretched regularly. Would his ass get the same way? His own asshole puckered with want. He needed to be topped soon, it was obvious, then he would be able to think more clearly. 

They made out for a considerable amount of time like inexperienced Christian teenagers, desperately horny but without daring to cum. Roy discovered that Brion’s swollen balls, smooth and considerably big, were really hot to him and a pleasure point for his new playmate. Bri asked him to squeeze them harder and moaned wantonly each time he did. The same happened with his puffy nipples, which Roy sucked and bit on. Bri returned the favor and worked his hard. It was all super hot, even if they had mostly avoided touching his erect cock much for fear of cumming. Bri slapped his hands away whenever he jerked off more than twice. Apparently Brion was a bossy bottom. At least with him. Roy wanted to invite him to a threesome with Jason as soon as possible, but he knew it was better to wait to hear what Slade had to say first. 

When they got out of the tub Roy was very close to a severe case of blue balls. Brion's taut and trapped ballsack appeared really full too. The young archer had to ask. 

“Why do you like being locked? Or is it something you do just to obey him?” 

“Not everyone does it for the same reasons. I love being caged, it's a way for me to announce that I'm proud to be a submissive boy. And I also do it for Daddy, my dom. I give him control over my body, it reinforces our differences, I give up my virility for him. It makes me super horny too, hahah. It just works. I even prefer smaller, tighter cages that hide my penis more, but Daddy has decided to switch me back to this model lately.” 

“I see.” 

“You should try it sometime. “

Roy's overactive imagination pictured himself on his knees in front of Slade, wearing a really small pink cock cage. His erection twitched at the image. Brion noticed but thankfully didn't comment on it. Roy quickly added. 

“Umm. It's almost lunch time. We should be going. I’m meeting Slade later.”

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With four minutes left to 3 pm, Roy was quickly going up the stairs in grey sweatpants and sporting an untimely but persistent erection underneath them, without any underwear as he had been told. He hadn't even considered the possibility of ignoring Slade's demands. 

He was a bit nervous, and uncertain about how the conversation was going to go. Part of him wanted to make clear to Slade that even with what had happened in the showers the day before, he wasn't going to follow his sexual commands anymore. Yet he knew the chances of him not folding to them were slim. Why did that happen, if he wasn't a submissive? Maybe the continuous climate of horniness of the Manor was affecting him. He had decided to wait and listen to whatever Slade had to say. 

And then, Tim appeared with a couple of devices in his hand. 

“Roy! I was looking for you! Bruce sends you these new arrowheads, he wants you to check their weight and balance as soon as possible.” 

It had been a dream come true to collaborate with Batman to create new trick arrows. In many ways he would always be starstruck by him. Bruce was so impressive. But now it was not the freaking moment. 

“Eh, Tim, I'm in a hurry, leave the arrows in the living room or in Jason's room and I'll check them later.” 

“Are you sure? I think Bruce…” Tim’s eyes went down “Oh wow Roy, are you hard? You look almost obscene, hah! Do you want me to help you with that like the other day…?” 

“No! I'm not even sure we were supposed to do that the other day! I need to leave now, get out of the way!” 

Roy was desperate to get to his appointment on time, but maybe his words had been ill chosen. There was genuine hurt reflected on Tim’s face. 

“Ok… I see how it is…” 

Roy put his hands over Tim’s shoulder. 

“Timmy, please don't take it the wrong way, you're amazing, smarter than me and beautiful, I'm not pushing you away, i like you and I'd be delighted to repeat what happened and more. It's just that I'm really late for an I'm thing now! For real! See you later.” 

Roy gave the boy a peck and moved him out of his way, hurrying up. 

“Ok. Have fun.” Tim was smiling looking at his watch,as Roy disappeared. He knew Daddy would reward him for accomplishing his task… 

Roy knocked on the door of Slade's study, feeling agitated because he knew he was at least a minute late. A curt Come in came from inside. 

Slade was standing by his desk with a white shirt, black trousers and a serious look on his eyepatched handsome face. The effect was Imposing, and somehow between an executive relaxing and a retired pirate king annoyedly granting an audience to a boring subdit. 

“It's me, Slade…” 

“I can see that. I also can see that you've chosen to disrespect me by arriving late. Or is it that you’re not able to behave like an adult at all? Were you wanking in your room and didn't realize you had an important appointment?” 

Roy blushed deep red and hid his prominent bulge with his hands 

“I'm sorry, it was Tim the one who…” 

“I'm not interested in stupid excuses unless you were actually saving the world for once. Sit down.” Slade gestured to the couch and took a seat on it too. . 

“A modicum of respect is expected from all the inhabitants of our house, and you've failed that bare minimum. I was under the impression that you were ready, that you were going to strive to join our household but maybe I was mistaken. Maybe you're a bad influence to our Jay. Bruce will be so disappointed.” 

“No! I'm sorry Slade! I swear i want to be my best for you all, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Please give me a chance. Please sir.” Roy was in real anguish, he didn't know how it had all escalated so much. 

“Look at you, your put-on bravado, your unkempt poor excuse of a beard, your attempts at playing the man with a feminine boy… You're just a lost boy yourself, trying to fake you're an adult. Aren't you, boy?” Slade slapped his face, not strongly at all, just so he noticed it, and yet it shook Roy deep inside. 

“Please Slade, I'm sorry. Please sir… “

“Not sir. You know what to call me.” 

“Please Daddy, I'm sorry, I'll be better I'll do what you say, please Daddy.” 

Slade opened his arms. “Come here.” 

Roy hugged the big man tightly, still mumbling that he was sorry. Slade kissed the top of his head. 

“I know you're sorry. I know you want to be a good boy for me. You have a softer side. You can show it to me. Be that good boy. Don't let the bullshit get in the way. Let's talk. Are you feeling better?” 

Roy took a deep breath and nodded, ending the hug. Apparently he had been sobbing a bit. He was embarrassed. 

“Do you want a drink? Scotch?” 

“Yes, Daddy.”  

Slade served two glasses and gave him one, Roy tried to compose himself meanwhile. 

“Thank you Daddy.”

Slade smiled warmly. 

“I want you to tell me about your past, your present, and we'll discuss your future. I'm gonna be blunt with my questions, it's better to be direct. But I am curious about something first. Have you ever try to lead the Titans? You were one of the more seniors there lately.” 

“God, no. I'd never do it, I'd probably be awful as a leader.” 

Roy was on leave from Titans duty as he had established in Gotham now. Slade found the way he had answered promising. 

“I see. A follower. Let's begin then. You're bisexual, right?” 

“Yes.” 

“How do you see yourself with men, top, bottom, versatile?” 

“I'm vers-top.” 

“Ok. You've told me you didn't have that much experience with men. Who was the first who fucked you?” 

“It was when I was undercover in Vietnam. I was in a situationship with Cheshire. She was very… adventurous. She invited a friend of his. We smoked and got drunk and fucked.” 

“Describe him.” 

“He was a Russian soldier. 5 years older, taller, bigger than me. Charming guy.” 

“Did you fuck him?” 

“No. We sucked each other and he fucked me. And Cheshire.” 

“Was he better endowed than you?” 

“Yes.”

“How did you feel the next day? Did you repeat?” 

“No. Dimitri was just passing by and left. I felt a bit conflicted. It hadn't really been my idea and I didn't want Jade to think less of me. But I secretly loved it.” 

“I see. You had sucked cock before, right?” 

“Yes. I had been in Thailand before for some months. I frequented ladyboys clubs.” 

“Not everyone who fuck ladyboys suck them.” 

“I loved doing it, and fucking them after. They were very sweet, l was very sought after there, heheh. Not because of the money, i think.” 

“I can imagine. You're beautiful.” 

“Thank you Daddy.” 

“Would you like Jason to be unlocked more often, and be able to suck him more?” 

“Oh I'd love that. He's so cute there.” 

“I'll talk to him. That was 3 years ago. After that, who has fucked you?”

“Just a random hook up with a guy in a bar, but it wasn't good at all. And then with Wally twice. The first one, we were both piss-drunk. I was the one that initiated that time. The second was just before the rescue, he caught me fucking Jason in the Tower, as you know, and he joined. He's only a top and fucked us both. It was great.” 

“Ah, the allegedly straight Wally West. I look forward to seeing him again and how he acts at the big party.”

“Now, I want to see you naked while we continue our conversation. But, I leave it to you to decide, if you are uncomfortable with that.” 

Roy got up and started taking his clothes off. 

“It's ok, Daddy, I want you to see me.” 

Roy was proud of his fit body and wanted to show off. He was also absurdly horned up given they had just been talking. 

Once naked, he smiled, flexed his biceps, and turned around, showing his strong body covered by trimmed reddish blond fuzz, his 7.5 inches hard cut cock, his bubble butt. He knew he wasn't that tall but suspected that Slade liked that. 

“Umm, a gorgeous boy…A diamond in the rough.” 

“What do you mean by that?” 

“You're very proud of your body hair, right?” 

“What? Yes! It looks great on me. And Jay loves it.” 

Slade smiled. He moved to the chaise longue part of the couch. Can you take my boots off, Roy? 

Of course! 

Give them a kiss each first. 

… Ok

To kiss the leather boots of Daddy Slade while naked felt to Roy like he wasn't just dipping his toes into this Daddy/boy stuff and he was somehow already up to his waist. His penis enthusiastically loved it. The boots - and the leather - were really nice, truth be told. He finished his task - Daddy’s feet were as big as the rest - and felt shy, waiting for Slade's next words. He had taken off his shirt, his wide hairy chest was drool-worthy. 

“Nice. Sit down, boy, here, between my legs and rest against me.” 

Roy complied, a bit rattled about what had happened and the body hair comment. Being surrounded by the mass and heat of Slade felt quite comforting, he discovered. He took a deep breath. 

“I like the hair on your torso, I think you should keep it. It would still mark you as different, a bit more manly than the other boys. Which you are. But, here's the thing : I'm the kind of man that likes to be shown respect by the boys he cares about. If I only asked easy things from those boys it would be completely pointless to ask. A boy has to give up things for his Daddy so the devotion is meaningful. Do you understand what I'm saying, Roy?” 

“Yeah, yes, I think I understand.” 

“I want you completely smooth from the waist down. Pits and face too. The hair on the torso neatly trimmed. At least for three months, then we’ll reevaluate. Will you do that for me, Roy?” 

Roy in the end rationalized his choice thinking it was just hair and just three months. 

“Yes, Daddy, i will.” 

Slade kissed his cheek and, crossing his arms enveloping his naked chest finally said “Good boy.” 

Roy felt warm inside. He almost didn't recognize his own behavior. Slade was such a special man. 

The older man kissed his ear and then licked it with gusto, and Roy let out a surprised moan of pleasure. 

“Looks like you have a weak spot there, gorgeous. I have to say, I'm very delighted but coming in, i didn't expect you to be so meek and sweet for me.” 

“I'm surprised too. I didn't know it was like this.” 

“You seem to enjoy our age difference…It happens with many boys… Have you ever been with older men before, Roy?”

Slade could notice how the young hero suddenly froze.

“I…” 

“Oh…. OH!” 

“Did you know? I've never told anyone.” 

“No, no, it clicked just now. Do you want to talk about it?” 

Roy was lost in his thoughts for a bit, and then nodded. 

“I didn't lie before. I had sucked cock before going to Thailand, but he never fucked me. It started when I was 15. Oliver got very drunk those years from time to time. One night he was like that, he… he gave me his cock to suck.” 

“Did he force you?” 

“I didn't hate it. I guess I liked doing it.” 

Slade noticed how he hadn't answered the question. Green Arrow was a bigger piece of shit than he thought. The young hero continued. 

“The next day he acted as if nothing had happened. But then each time he was drunk and we were alone he expected me to suck him. And I did. I actually started to look forward to it. He let me jerk off while I did it after the first few times. He never reciprocated it. The alcohol though… He wasn't that much violent anymore but sometimes was… forceful. And demeaning. But it was very hot. He was Oliver Queen, you know. And I was his Speedy. 

A couple of years later he got completely sober. He asked me to forgive him and forget it and told me it wouldn't ever happen again. Some months later we… we went separate ways.” 

“Around the time of your drug problems?” 

“Yes. But that happened unrelatedly to what i've told you. I cleaned my act, and went to work for the government in Asia a bit later.” 

“How do you feel about it now?” 

“It's in the past. I'm happy that he's no longer in my life at all. I've moved on.” 

“Have you considered going to therapy Roy?” 

“I…Maybe in the future.” 

Slade gave him a peck on his head. 

“Regardless of what happens, you'll always have our full support. Anything you need, without conditions. And the Titans’ too, I know you're loved in the Tower.” 

“Thanks, Slade.“

“You grew to be an excellent hero, Roy. I know because you defeated me a couple of times.” 

“At least three, but I think we were able to do it because you were too distracted by Dick's butt every time.” 

“Umm, that sounds plausible. Wally's and yours were equally distracting and appetizing, I confess. They still are.” 

“Maybe i should flash my butt when we train together so I can land a blow on you once.” 

“Hah, ask Jason about that because he has tried that tactic several times.” 

“Of course he has, hahah…. Slade… Are you going to fuck me today?” 

“No. I summoned you to know you better. So you know yourself better. I want to keep talking. But maybe we can… do some things. If that's something you want.” 

“Yes. Yes, please Daddy.” 

“I know you're mostly new to kink, but are you familiar with the traffic light system of safe words?” 

“Yeah, yes, Jason has taught it to me. Sometimes we can get… intense in bed. He loves it when that happens. Well, i guess you must know that well.” 

“I certainly do. You're so adorable. You can use the colors when you need it, do you understand, boy?” 

“Yes Daddy.” 

“I want you to tell me how you see your connections to the other boys and to Bruce. But we have to pick it up from what you said first. Are you dominant with Jay?” 

“Yeah, I'd say so. Especially when he is in sissy slut mode. Which, as you know, it's often.” 

Slade already knew all of this in detail. 

“Has Jason fucked you? With a dildo.” 

“Yes. I enjoy it. Fingering too.” 

“Nice. Was the threesome with Dick great?” 

“Oh, absolutely. Like, bucket list stuff. I always had a thing for him, and now, well, she's even hotter in bed. And so lovely. I guess i have a big affection for him… her.” 

“Deeply unsurprising, truth be told . Everyone loves Dick. He has all of us in a chokehold. He told me he’d love a repeat with you when we give him permission, by the way.” 

Roy beamed hearing that. 

“Now, Tim told me about your encounter too.” 

“I was a bit wary about Tim. He's so young and i wasn't sure if i was allowed to do things with him…. Oooohhh”

Slade had started pinching Roy's nipples, which were pebbled. The sensation made his cock return to its hard state immediately. 

“Tim knows what he's allowed. You can't fuck him yet. But you wanted to, right?” 

“Yes Daddy, I wanted to.” 

“You're a slut. Jerk your poor excuse of a cock.” 

“Ooh god Slade!” The top was now licking Roy's ear again. He gave him a bottle of lube. 

“Finger your pussy for Daddy too. Can you still hold a conversation doing it slowly? Or is it too much for your fag dumb slut brain?” 

“Daddy, i think i can but if you keep insulting me I'm gonna bust my nut in seconds.” 

“Ok, good to know you respond positively. You're doing very well, Roy. Tim likes you. He liked the Titans boys as much as the Bats. A question to answer quickly, imagine you're naked in bed with Bruce. What are you both doing?” 

“He's fucking me.” His answer was immediate. 

“Not that much of a verse top after all…” 

“I have thought of Bruce that way for a long time.” 

“Noted. He'll love that. One last boy to discuss. Why are you so reluctant to befriend Brion?” 

“Well, not really anymore. We trained this morning together and we had a long conversation. And we've gotten closer.” 

“Closer as in…?” 

“Yeah, pretty close.” 

“Excellent. Brion is such a good boy, it didn't make sense that you were cold towards him. Why do you think that happened?”  

“I guess I didn't like that Jason is so taken with him.” 

“They love each other like sisters. Incestuous lesbian sisters, admittedly. But we're all in a polycule! My point is, you give Jason something different, and he actually thinks of you as his boyfriend. Brion is the sweetest guy, when he's not in full slave mode, i don't know how you can feel threatened by him.” 

“He's also a redhead, much more muscular than me. More hung too. He's way hotter than me. More submissive too, you like him better.” 

“Ah, we're getting to it. My little dumb boy, there's no space for competition here, unless i command you all to do a fun one, You're not that jealous when Bruce or I fuck your boyfriend.”

“But that's, like, really hot…”

“Mmm, I will write cuckcolding in your growing list of kinks later. I do like Brion more, simply because i know him much better inside out. What we're doing here is precisely getting to know you more, strengthening our bonds. I know it's tough being the new boy in class, but the rest of the boys like you a lot and the teacher loves what he's seeing and you should trust him. Ok?” 

“Ok.” 

Slade kissed his head again and hugged him. It felt so good being in his arms, laying on his chest. Even his natural scent was super nice. 

“Slade… Am I a sub?” 

Slade's tone was warm and understanding. 

“You're not. It seems to be something that bothers you a lot. You are what you're ready to call yourself. Now I think you're just a good boy for me. Is that something you feel you want to be?” 

“Yes. I like it. I want to be a good boy for you.” 

*Wonderful. You're already being it. Good boys make their Daddies happy and proud. That's why I will set up tasks for you to complete. But you've already done a good thing unprompted this morning. Brion has actually told me about your encounter. And that you decided to not cum thinking about our meeting. You did the right thing, I guess you know well the type of behavior I appreciate in my boys. That will be the kind of task I will ask of you. Good boy, Roy.” 

“Thank you Daddy.” 

Roy was equally embarrassed and horny. He didn't expect to enjoy all that so much. He was surprised by how affectionate yet firm Slade was with him and the effect it had on him. He… wanted more of it. Slade was filling a need inside him he didn't even know he had. 

“Let's go to the main bedroom. I promised you a bit of play time.” 

“Yes!” Roy started picking up his clothes. 

“Leave those here, Roy. I want you to go naked. I'm asking you to.” 

“But Alfred…” 

“Is downstairs, he won't see you. Maybe the boys will, they're here. But you're gonna do that for me, right?” 

“… Yes, Daddy.” 

Slade took his hand as they left the study, and that comforted Roy. 

“What's your color, boy?” 

“…Green, Daddy.” 

“Good. Remember you can switch colors whenever you need it.” 

The main bedroom was on the other wing, and as they walked hand in hand along the Manor hallways Roy, fully naked, didn't fully understand why he was so shy and tame; he let himself be almost pulled by the older man with his shirt open, vaguely ashamed and semi erect. It felt appropriate somehow allowing the big manly Daddy to lead him. 

An exclamation from a room they passed startled him. 

“Gyatt! That's so hot!” Drake smiled from the door, a phone in his hand. 

“Tim…”

“Can i take a picture? Just as a souvenir, pretty please?”

“No you can't. Unless you want to have a pic from this special day, Roy.”

“I…I don't know…” 

“Take one Timmy. Just for you for the moment. Tomorrow Roy will decide if you can send it to the Manor group chat.” 

“Ok! You look both amazing, I'm jealous.”

They continued their way to the main bedroom leaving the youngest sidekick behind. 

Inside the spacious room, Slade brought him to a hug. 

“You've done very well. Tim was simply appreciating your beautiful body. He wanted to be in your place too.” 

“Thank you Daddy. I want to do what you say.” 

“I know you do, my boy. You're in that head space now. Daddy will take care of you. Help me out of my clothes. Take them off but leave my underwear on. Kneel.” 

Roy was looking at him with adoring eyes, his penis fully hard. The boy had taken to it so easily. Slade was very satisfied, but he would delay fucking him yet. 

“You can worship my cock, without taking it out.” 

Roy kissed the large bulge tentatively, and then buried his head all the way in, breathing it, licking it, tasting it, sucking it. A big hand rested on his head while he worshiped Daddy‘s cock. After a time, the hand pulled his hair making him look up. 

“Are you my boy, Roy?” 

“Yes, Daddy!” 

“Are you gonna do what Daddy tells you to, boy?” 

“Yes, Daddy!” 

“Do you want to be fucked?” 

“Yes! Yes, please.” 

“I'm not going to fuck you today. One of the other boys is gonna do it. While i fuck Jason by your side. Do you want that, boy?” 

“Yes! Yes please Daddy.” 

They sat on the huge bed, and Slade sent a message on his phone. 

A short moment later, Brion and Jason came in, in very different get ups. Jason was wearing black sheer lace thigh highs, thong panties that made clear he was locked, and a pearl necklace, lips painted red. Brion was just in a leather harness that highlighted his muscular torso, and was now unlocked and erect. It was as big as Roy had expected that morning.

What followed was the hottest sex Roy had ever had, with Slade orchestrating their movements. It was clear that Roy's role there was strictly as a bottom, but he fully relished it. Daddy wanted the two boyfriends to suck his cock, and Jason painted his lips red too first, before they gave a passionate, sloppy duet fellatio to Daddy's succulent and girthy weapon, and then to Brion's big dick too. 

Then they both were fucked side by side. The lust, high voltage pleasure and humiliation filled him as much as Brion's powerfully thrusting cock. 

In Jason's face, the tenderness and embarrassment at being fucked in front of him was quickly substituted by just lewd bliss as he was expertly dicked down by such a huge cock. In Slade's expression there was authority, pride, fiery possession. But also attention and care for both bottoms. And Brion… if the muscle blond had been soft and warm in his caressing in the hot tub, as a top he was demonstrating to have a nastier edge, one that was 100% working on Roy, driving him crazy. He put fingers in his mouth, held him by his neck, telling him he was born to be a bitch, and more, all while giving him his 8 inch cock hard and deep. Roy never had enjoyed bottoming more. 

At some point Slade asked 

“Tell me, Jay, which cock gives you more pleasure, mine or your boyfriend’s?” 

“Oohhh,... Both are good. Ooohh.” 

“Tell the truth bitch or I'll take it out.” 

“Yours, Daddy! Yours ooooooohhhh yoursss oh god yours so much better! I love your cock Daddy!” 

Roy’s demeaned and neglected cock spurted ropes of cum untouched while he moaned so loud, his eyes almost rolling all the way up. 

Later in the night he found himself in Slade's arms, while Jason and Brion were spooning by their side, about to fall asleep. Roy felt tired, sore, and weak of thought, but Slade's embrace was quite comforting. 

“Are you alright, Roy?” 

“I'mfine…” 

“Are you still my boy?” 

“Yes, Daddy.” 

“Awesome. I forgot to give you your gift, it's there, just new underwear. Nothing girly there, don't worry. I want to give you some tasks to do in the upcoming days. Will you please do them for me?” 

“Yes Daddy. I want to do them.” 

“Excellent. They won't be too out there. The first one is the shaving, as i told you. Jason will help you. I won't be here for long, I will go with Bruce once you're asleep. You will stay and sleep here with your brothers. Ok, Roy?” 

“Ok, Daddy.” Slade kissed his head. The ‘brothers’ term didn't even register in his brain. 

Roy woke up in a happy place, with his boyfriend and Brion, naked, and cuddling. Somehow Bri was locked again and back to his usual sweetness. All good things come to an end, and Brion had to leave when he received a message from Bruce that they were going to WE. 

“How are you feeling…?” asked Jason when they were alone. 

“Fine. Yesterday was very intense and different, but i think I'm doing good. It was nice waking up with you and Bri.” 

Jay nodded and smiled, but there was something on his mind. 

“I'm sorry if i was too… enthusiastic.. when “

“No, don't be. I wanted to see it. It was really hot.” 

Jay grinned and kissed him. 

“It was really hot seeing Brion fucking you too. Daddy told me you were gonna shave your body hair…” 

“… Yes, can you help me?” 

“Of course, we could do it now. i’ll miss it though.” 

Roy thought he would too, but he was a man of his word. It was just hair. 

When he got up he saw the underwear gifted by Slade. 7 jockstraps, 10 briefs in bright colors and… 7 briefs with children motifs, sport balls, teddy bears, fruits, animals. 

This is a ton of underwear. “What's up with those?” he asked Jay, pointing at the printed ones. 

“Oh that… I think Daddy has seen in you a tendency to… tell me, did you feel maybe a little boyish, like Slade was actually taking care of you like a real Daddy?” 

Roy remembered when he had walked naked by his hand, how he had let himself be led, how he had relished being in his arms. . 

“Maybe a little bit of that.” 

“I see… It's just another way to surrender to the dom, one Dickie and I very much enjoy. Slade will want to talk much more with you these days.” 

“Yeah, I understand that . He has tasks for me to complete. He's not my dom, though, I'm not submissive.” 

“… Ok. I think you should talk to Dick too, Slade sort of used that same method of easing him into a commitment with him. Let's go to the bathroom now.” 

To Roy's surprise he liked the smooth look for his legs a lot, and his cock and balls felt great to the touch and looked bigger, though maybe younger down there too. Looking in the mirror, he decided to get rid of the torso hair too, it looked weird just on it. 

“Are you sure? Don't you want to tell Slade first?” 

“Let's do it. I'm pretty sure he'll love it.”

He was wrong about that. 

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After the particular foursome, where his new Daddy had fucked his mouth and his mind, but not his ass, and getting rid of all his body hair for him, Roy still felt a bit conflicted. Was he being weak, obeying everything Slade told him to do? Was he trading his maturity and maybe his masculinity to get the affection of the dominant older man? It was so much easier to accept it and enjoy it when he was in front of Slade. He liked the man a lot, that's probably why he was behaving that way. 

When he was finishing his breakfast in the kitchen Alfred appeared. 

“Good morning Master Harper.” 

“Good morning Alfred. Your muffins are as great as ever!” 

“Glad to hear you like them. By the way, considering your residence here looks to be permanent, and you have already tried most of my cuisine, I'd be delighted if you would supply me with a list of your favorites. For special occasions and such.” 

Permanent? Fuck yeah! thought Roy. 

“Did Bruce of Slade tell you anything about me being here?” 

“No, Master Harper, I just have eyes and ears.” 

“It’d be my greatest pleasure to make that list for you, Alfred.” 

“I don't know about that, I'm sure Master Harper can think of greater ones easily. Thank you for your time.” The butler’s tone was cheeky but warm. 

“Thanks Alfred!” 

With a smile on his face, Roy left the kitchen. He had a set of new arrowheads to try, fiddle and refine for Bruce. And then, he was gonna send a message to Slade. 

I've already shaved my body hair off. Wanna see a pic? 

Soon he received an answer. 

Nice. Yes, send front and back pics. I'm busy now, but we'll have tea together later. 3:30 Rooftop terrace. Wear a jockstrap. 

He went to the biggest bathroom and took several nude shots. He couldn't help but be hard, though he knew Slade didn't care that much for his cock, being the kind of top he was. He was liking his new smoothness more by the minute. Without his beard he also looked more youthful, which was kind of fitting in relation to Slade, he thought. His reflection looked more like all the other house boys now, and even Bruce who also had had his body hair lasered off.

He sent the two pics he liked more, which weren't the most tasteful or artistic but the ones where his smooth body was more on display, but didn't get another text from Slade. He had said he was busy, after all. 

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At 3:20 Roy was waiting by the door of the still empty enclosed terrace, which was an unexpected place to have tea as it was still winter. Seven minutes later Slade appeared smiling at him. 

“I see you can learn from one of your mistakes and be punctual." 

“I try.” 

“Don't try, just do it. Let's sit down and turn on the heater. Tim will bring the tea shortly.” 

Roy had been wrong, and the rooftop terrace was a really charming and comfortable space, obviously rich people tended to have great amenities. 

Tim came with a tray, and, making Roy's eyebrows go up, dressed like a butler with a frilly pink apron. 

“Here's the tea and pastries, Master Slade, Master Harper. Hope everything is to your liking.” 

“Thank you, boy. You can wait by the door in case we need anything.” 

“Yes Master.”

The newest Robin left at once, blushing a bit and walking in a funny way. 

“What was that, Slade?” asked a confused Roy.

“Tim hacked into the Manor camera feeds, and didn't confess it right away. This is his punishment.” 

“Not a spanking or something like that?” 

“No, because he likes those too much. This brings him down, effectively humbling him, and he is uncomfortable with the plug he has inside now too.” 

“I see,” murmured Roy, but he was still a bit baffled. 

“He's going to learn from it and be forgiven. Anyway, let's park this subject for now. There's something I wanted to talk to you about. It's an offer for you, and it's something totally outside of the personal or kinky stuff, Roy. 

What I mean by that it's that it is a job offer without any bearing in the rest of our relation, or yours with Jay. This is not a sex cult, although I guess one could see the similarities, but here leaving it wouldn't have any negative repercussions whatsoever. Okay?” 

“… Ok.” 

“You know I am working as a military and intelligence consultant for the US Government as a condition for my pardon. The time of that contract is expiring and good riddance to it, it's certainly a job that I've come to despise. I have more than enough money for three or four of my extended lifetimes, but I enjoy having something to occupy my time. Bruce has made me a vice president at WE but i will avoid that as much as possible. The thing is, I am an antique weapons collector, and i want to set up a small business in Gotham for old weapons trading, and high end replicas too. And i think you’re ideally suited to work in it with me.” 

Roy could not believe it, it sounded like a dream job for him that he had never dared dreamed about, and yet he told Slade that he wasn't such a history buff to qualify for it. Slade dismissed his concerns and opened a box to show him an old dagger for him to assess. It was a test. Roy inspected it carefully, and correctly identified it as a pretty good reproduction of a Spanish hunting knife from the 1800s, aged to trick inexpert buyers. Slade’s expression was difficult to read. Was he… proud? 

Shortly after, Roy accepted the offer, which was, as Slade insisted once more, independent of their personal status and with no strings attached. He was dying to tell Jay about it. And the rest of the boys too. 

Slade told him it was time to talk about personal stuff. He asked how he felt about the prior day's activities with a hand over his, as he was giving him another pastry to bite. It was the third one he had done that, maybe. 

Roy admitted to him that in the morning he had felt like he didn't entirely recognize his own behavior that day. He didn't regret it but had small lingering doubts. But he admitted that his doubts evaporated when he was with him. 

Slade took some raspberry jam with his finger to Roy's mouth who automatically opened and sucked it. He repeated the gesture twice more, the last time keeping two fingers in the boy's mouth. 

“Tell me boy, if I asked you to lose your pants and sit on my lap, would you hesitate or do it immediately? No, the fingers stay there. Answer like that.” 

“Mmiately!” 

“Are you hard?” 

“Tyezz!” 

“Honey, i've been hand feeding you all the time and I'm finger fucking your mouth without any need to command you to obey. This is something you want to do. Sometimes you're really dense, but I guess it's really part of your charm.” The dom rested his hand over his. Roy knew it all was a bit uncommon but he felt good with the man so close, his attention on him. 

“I'm sorry, Daddy.” Slade dismissed his apology. 

“I am having fun with this tortuous learning process of you, and so do you, clearly. No need to be sorry for that, pretty boy. However…” Slade paused, looking intensely at him. 

“What?” 

“What did you agree yesterday to do today, at my request?” 

“To shave my body hair, right? I did it this morning with Jay's help.”  

“Can you recall my specific wording?” 

“You told me to keep my chest hair trimmed, but…” 

“Ah, so you didn't forget it. Did Jason tell anything or will I have to punish him too?” 

“He asked me if I was sure and if I didn't want to tell you first but I went ahead, I know you like your boys all smooth, and,.. “

“Roy. Listen to me. You can tell no to a request of mine. But you simply can't agree to do it and then change it at your whim. That's not something a good boy does. I thought we agreed that you want to be a good boy for me.” 

“I do, Daddy, I… I think I made a mistake.”  

“Yes you did Roy. It's been an unexpected disappointment, coming from you. Do you know what bad boys merit from their Daddies?” 

“A punishment, Daddy.” His voice sounded weak. 

“A punishment. Your slow brain is working now at least. Show me what you did, take off all of your clothes.” 

Roy shed off his clothes clumsily, and stood before the dom in a different context than the one he had imagined. His erection had completely dwindled with the cold and the whirlwind of his emotions. 

Slade noticed it

“You are so small when you're not hard. Like a shrimp dicked child. One that told his Daddy he was going to do his task and then stupidly broke his word. Do you understand why you're going to be punished, boy?” 

“Yes Daddy.” Roy felt in pain already. How could he have been so stupid? 

“Turn around. I'm going to spank you. At least your body looks good all smooth. Your butt looks great but could still benefit from targeted exercising. Turn around.” 

And then he called

“Tim!” 

The butler for a day appeared, not paying any mind to the naked Roy beyond a furtive look. 

“Yes, Master Slade?” 

“Bring nipple clamps, cuffs and a paddle, they're set on a table in the play room.” 

Yes, Master. The boy left walking in quick, small steps. 

“Have you seen Jason's butt after a spanking, Roy?” 

“Yes, Daddy.” 

Roy had liked the red marks, though Jason hadn't been much talkative about them and had just wanted to rest. 

“Unlike Tim, Jason doesn't love being spanked by me. Yet we do it regularly, he asks me for it. It soothes his moods and, his wording, ‘makes me feel in my place, Daddy’. 

We'll see how it goes for you. I trust at the very least it will help you to learn that you shouldn't go back on your word.” 

“I am so sorry Daddy.” 

“I know, baby. But this needs more than a slap on the wrist. 

I'm going to immobilize your hands, being your first serious spanking I have to, so you don't do anything stupid. The traffic light system will be in effect as always, ok, son?” 

“Yes Daddy.” 

“I know you are a brave boy and I know you can take a medium level punishment to atone for your mistake.” 

Tim came back, and soon Roy found himself cuffed, on his knees on a couch, his chest resting on the backseat, presenting his naked butt to his Daddy. 

Slade first caressed it, and then gripped his balls, squeezing. Roy whimpered, somehow his erection making half hearted attempts to return. 

“Do you know boys like you can usually cum from having their balls busted? Maybe in the future.” 

Roy did not know what boys like him meant. He wasn't sure of anything except his desperation to get on his Daddy's good side. 

When the first hit of the paddle came, it was sort of a relief, it certainly stung but didn't hurt that much and he could turn off his brain and only had to think about the next one. That's what he did. Slade changed the impact point and the strength he put into the paddle. Where there had been only the sounds of the paddle swishing through the air and smacking into his tender buttocks now moans of pain also echoed on the terrace. The paddling continued. 

Slade could tell the boy had beautifully surrendered. He squirmed noticeably less and when he struck a stronger hit, his pain was there but it seemed to have plateaued. 

Roy was simply a natural, and he could without a doubt make a full slave out of him… but maybe he shouldn't as that could harm Roy's relationship with Jason. 

However the pressing matter at that moment, literally, was his own erection. He freed his 9 inches of meat from his pants. The reticent submissiveness of the young archer always turned him on a lot. 

Tim, get naked, keeping the apron on. Kneel on a cushion and service my cock. 

Yes, Daddy. 

You're still my personal butler for the day, know your place. 

Oh, sorry, yes Master Slade. 

The boy, who had been watching enraptured and surely envious, undressed and now was modestly tenting the apron with his cute hard dicklet. 

Timmy’s plump and talented lips engulfed his big cockhead. Slade struck with the paddle once more leaving a new red mark on Roy's beautifully beaten butt. Life was good. 

Tim was exceptionally working his mouth and throat on his cock. It was no mystery why Superboy had been so taken with the newest boy wonder so quickly. He held Tim's head still and pushed him back down so his perky butt hit the cushion. Tim moaned and his eyes opened wide as the large buttplug he had inside went deeper. Slade started facefucking him. 

Roy was deep in his own world meanwhile. The dom very softly touched the irritated skin, making the archer whimper in obvious pain. His cock got harder and choked the boy. 

Slade wet a finger with saliva and inserted it into Roy's pussy who squirmed and whined vaguely uncomfortable. 

“Roy, can you be a good boy and clench your boypussy and make yourself feel my finger more? Like that, excellent.” 

Slade curved his finger and started to play with his prostate. What in other circumstances could be pure pleasure now it was a mix of aching, discomfort and pleasure too. The redhead’s neglected penis was as confused now as it had been before, not even half hard yet leaking precum. Slade loved that he wasn't erect but was completely compliant. 

In fact he was loving everything too much, his orgasm was approaching. He considered feeding his upcoming load to Roy, but discarded it as the rookie sub had already done more than enough for the day. He knew his breakthrough as a declared sub bottom was very close. 

“Tim, you're gonna swallow my cum now.” 

The young boy nodded as much as he could with his cock filling him, devotion and debauchery clear on his face. 

Slade grunted more louder than he expected and came, down the boy's gullet, in his mouth, on his happy face. 

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After the day of his discipline session with Slade, Roy found himself more… resigned to the itinerary the man of the house had designed for him. It's not like he didn't feel conflicted anymore, it was that… he trusted him. Not only that, but the ex-merc occupied a big part of his thoughts, to the point that he had dreamed about him. 

In the dream, Deathstroke in full costume was teaching him archery at the top of the Titans tower, nonchalantly molesting him at the same time. The possessive older man was in the dream way better than him with bow and arrows, and failing his mark and being chastised made him feel worse than the villain/mentor’s wandering hands. Dick Grayson in his old Robin get up appeared and was scandalized by seeing him all chummy with Deathstroke. The next moment Slade was fighting Dick, knocking him off, holding him down, ripping off his green shorts and forcefully fucking him, only Dick switched his terrified crying to asking for it, and Deathstroke was sometimes Batman and others Oliver; and sometimes they sere fucking Jason. Then Slade, unmasked, told him Your ass is next, get naked. He was taking his Speedy costume off with a mix of fear and horniness and a big hard on when he woke up, and his hard on was very real. His movement had woken up Jason and he had gone down on him. Jay had shared his own cum with him with a kiss. 

“A good dream? You were as hard as a promethium bar.” 

“… Yes. I guess it was.” 

His cute boyfriend had been an enormous support for him, he seemed to understand his current mindset and accepted Slade's methods and Roy's total compliance. Even when Daddy forbade him to have penetrative sex with him for a couple of weeks. They just had to be a bit more imaginative getting off each other, and the toys got much more use. It was different but pretty good. 

Per Slade's requests, he had also worn a cock cage a couple of times now, including during a patrol. He hadn't been able to confess to Slade all the things he had felt being locked. And yet, Roy saw in his eyes that the dom somehow knew. 

But not all the tasks had been overtly sexual, some not at all. 

He had to give all his old underwear to Alfred to dispose of it. Another one had been asking Dick and Brion to teach him and set a gym routine “so his butt looked as good and juicy as Dick's”, and another for bigger pecs too; and there had been one request that was simply to spend the evening and night out with Dick in the city, - Dick had taken him clothes shopping, to dine out and clubbing on the gay district of Gotham - and that admittedly had turned sexual in the end in a fairly unplanned way.

Training at the gym or at the shooting field with Brion had also become a moment of charged sexual tension since their hook up, and on several occasions they went at it. Brion was always locked, but somehow that didn't stop him from being the bullish one and it was Roy the one coming while being thoroughly fingered, or the one on his knees eating out the muscular pushy sub. He always told Slade and Jay when something happened, he liked full transparency. 

Roy was also teaching archery to Tim, and Slade had allowed them to play - without fucking the younger Robin. After a couple of trysts at the showers, they had spent an evening in Tim's room, where they had been talking as much time as having sex. Tim was so cute, with, well, a teen boy sex drive, but also a really smart guy with a notable empathy, and they had some similar experiences in common.

Sometimes he couldn't even distinguish between what was the normal life in the Manor and what were Daddy's requests. For example, he was now doing yoga regularly with Jason, Dick and Tim, and sometimes Bruce joined too. There was a mandatory garb for yoga, a sleeveless top and either really short shorts or really tight sport leggings, in soft pastels. No underwear allowed. He knew the intent was emasculation, it was something Slade obviously enjoyed a lot. And it was a bit of a feminine affair, the boys acted campy sometimes, and gossipy too, and that felt really fun. But in a way he was also the rooster in the henhouse, all the Robins had small and even locked bulges, and his bigger one was very noticeable in those clothes. His ass also looked great in them, all their asses did. Tim had the funny theory that Slade had added subliminal sissification messaging to the music. Dick joked that Tim was hearing it in his room the rest of the day so he didn't need it.

“It was just for a couple of weeks, i was experimenting!” was Tim's defense. They all laughed. 

The idea of Slade doing that to them without their consent had secretly turned Roy on a lot. 

He loved the yoga class. 

Roy was adapting to Slade's requirements, and enjoying them much more than he expected. Even (especially?) the most humiliating ones. The one he was doing was something else. 

Slade had asked him, while he was sitting on his lap just wearing one of the children's briefs, to clean his and Bruce's boots, under a set of restrictions. He was gonna let him take off one of the conditions. He had to do it naked, wearing just a maid's apron,on his knees bound by his legs, gagged and riding a dildo while locked. The task would be complete when all the boots were clean and he orgasmed without touching his cock. Roy had chosen to leave the cage out, as that would make it almost impossible for him to cum, though that was something, cumming locked, that the other boys managed to do regularly. 

Daddy said that this kind of assignment would show his devotion and lack of ego, he would know how eager Roy was to commit to the group. Roy agreed.

So now he was on his knees on the carpet of the big walk-in closet of the main bedroom surrounded by boots within his reach, his legs in shackles tied to the floor, a ball gag in his mouth that made him drool, while his erect cock in a cock ring leaked precum brushing against his short apron as he went up and down riding a thick dildo with his boypussy. 

For a moment he had thought that he would lose the erection making it more difficult to fulfill his task, but the boots actually helped, the leather, the scent, the mere size and knowing they were His… It was very easy for Roy to be excited, he knew this was an almost gimp-like situation but he couldn't help but get physical and mental pleasure from it. 

And to make things better, when he had just a few boots left, Slade and Bruce had come into the bedroom. The door was ajar, he couldn't fully see them always, but he could hear them. 

“… Yeah, Roy is bound in the closet, fucking himself, probably sniffing my boots, he's as much of a total faggot as you are. Present your pussy.” 

Roy’s cock twitched like crazy and his moan was muted by the gag.

“Are you envious of the fag, Bruce? Do you wish to be the one used as a dumb bootlicking slave? Maybe with me spitting on your face and crushing this pathetic cock with my boot?”

“Aaaah!”

A couple of sonorous slaps came from the bed, Roy had forgotten his duty and was crazy with lust riding the dildo, pinching his nipples. 

“Yes! I want that! Please fuck me Daddy.” 

“Do you even deserve my cock, you dumb whore? Your pussy is asking for it too for sure. “

“Ooooohhh Daddy” 

He must have been opening him with his fingers. Roy's own hole felt pleasured in sympathy. Slade was fucking them both somehow, and it was glorious. Roy had always wanted to be like Batman, now he could be like him this way too. 

“Maybe I'll let the new boy clean your cunt when I'm done seeding it. Would you want his tongue licking your sore pussy lips later?” 

“Ohh yes Daddy, please fuck me, i need your cock.” 

“I know you do my love. Take it all”

“AaaasHhhhhh ooohhh ooohhh”

It was too fucking much for Roy, with his hands just over his cock root and below his balls trying to give friction to his super hard dick without touching it, he aimed with the dildo just right into his pussy and he was cumming and cumming and cumming. He screamed his orgasm into the gag. 

The bound Roy came to himself slowly, he felt numb. There was cum everywhere, even over some of the boots. He did his best to clean it, his brain just at 20% of its functions. Shortly after, probably, Daddy came and freed him and took care of him. He carried him to bed, where Bruce gave him a hug. While Daddy was in the bathroom, Batman was softly caressing him and calling him good boy. 

“I know Slade believes in delaying gratification, but, speaking for the boys and myself, we wanted to say to you: Welcome to the family, Roy.” 

The new boy let out a content sigh and hugged Bruce back. 

To Roy's shame, the thing he did while in bed with Slade and Bruce was falling asleep. Bruce also took a nap, but that made more sense with his sleep schedule. 

When he woke up he was alone with Bruce.

“Where's Daddy?” 

“Slade had to train Tim this evening. Bo and sword. How are you feeling?” 

“I'm fine but like, emotionally tired. I see it clearly now. It's not… complete yet, right?” 

“No. He has the last word, obviously. But it's still up to you, he couldn't accept you if you couldn't accept yourself. But I feel you've finally come around, am I right?” 

“It's so evident. I've been so stupid. I don't understand how I resisted seeing myself as a submissive when I've been acting like that for so long.” 

“You weren't stupid. It's difficult to overcome the bullshit and fully surrender. I speak from experience.” 

“Right.” Bruce's turning to being a confident sub had happened after his captivity in Ra's al Ghul palace, Jason had told him a bit of that. Bruce continued. 

“I've kept my distance from you so far in part because my mind was elsewhere, but also because we didn't want to muddle Slade's authority. Tonight, though, I own your ass… figuratively speaking. What I'm saying is, I want you to patrol with me tonight.” 

“Of course, I have been waiting for that for so long!” 

“Wonderful. When we return, I'll also own your ass in the other sense.” 

Roy blushed and nodded, and he noticed it hadn't been a question. That excited him. 

“Come to the Batcave at 9 pm. I've made some small tweaks to your costume that I think you’ll like. You're now one of us.” 

Chapter Text

Later in the cave when Roy arrived ready for his first patrol with Bruce, the tweaks to his costume that the senior hero had promised surprised him. 

“Here's your costume. As you can see, it looks almost the same, in your signature red colors. But the armor is lighter and more resistant, a new kevlar alloy. And, well,there's that new cosmetic detail on the chestplate. If you like it.” 

The ‘detail’ was a big bat symbol, in an off red color, closer to pink. It was surrounded by a fine line only appreciable up close, half blue and half orange. 

“The bat symbol carries weight in Gotham. We see you as one of us now, Roy, if you want, of course.” 

Roy had tears in his eyes, and he hugged Bruce. 

“Thank you! I'll wear it with pride. Thank you, Bruce.” 

“I'm glad you like it. We all are going to be wearing small blue and orange details in our costumes. We're all also proud of the head of our House. Uh, I guess it's possible a certain someone in Star City will be pissed off when he sees you wearing this.” 

“All the better for it.” Roy started taking off his sweatshirt. 

“There's something else you will wear tonight. You're gonna be locked till dawn.” 

He showed him a tray with 3 cock cages, which looked smaller than the one he had already worn. One black, one pink and the other was a flat one. 

“Pick one.” 

Roy’s hand hovered over the black one but ultimately picked the pink. 

“I knew it. Slade has restrained himself quite a bit with you but he'll love your pick when I tell him. It was clear to me that you have an emasculation kink when he told me how much it excites you being cucked. No judgments, I'm into it too. I guess it takes one to know one.” 

“It's ok. I want you to help me be more comfortable with my kinks.” 

“You're in the right place. Come here, beautiful.” 

They kissed each other. Bruce was even hotter than in his fantasies. 

“I may have some trouble getting into the cage right now.”

“I'll use the Erection Repellent Batspray.” 

“What?!” 

“Just a cold soda can against your dick, silly boy.” 

Roy snorted out a laugh, and they managed to close the cage. 

“It's tight.” 

“As it should. You look so cute like that i want to fuck you over the Batmobile hood. But that's not the plan.” 

Roy had shivered hearing that. 

“One more thing. If you're wearing a pink cage I think it's fitting that you do it in pink panties.” He produced a light pink thong. 

“Oh….Ok.” He put them on, feeling weird…and excited. 

Bruce got out his phone. 

“Do you want me to take a pic for Daddy? Not the group chat, just Daddy.” 

“Yes. Yes, please.” Roy was actually straining in the cage right then. 

“You look super hot Roy, don't be ashamed. Now let's take the city's pulse.” 

—-------

Roy tried to act not fully starstruck inside the Batmobile, or the first few times he and Batman jumped and swung over Gotham's rooftops, but he knew he was pretty transparent to Bruce. 

The Batman didn't gloat or peacock, he was efficient and warm and understanding to his new sidekick. 

They also committed a couple of tiny little crimes against the law. They were following up on the case of the murdered lawyer mutilated post mortem that Jay and him had brought to Bruce. They broke into the dead man’s apartment, and later in another one also empty. Bruce told him the second one was from a half brother of the dead lawyer, “though they had done a lot to hide that fact”. The brother appeared to have fled in a hurry. “To Metropolis, looks like”, said Bruce. He's like freaking Sherlock Holmes, thought Roy. 

He also took pics of some exotic decorative pieces in both apartments. When Roy was going to pick up the small primitive statue in the second apartment, Batman stopped him. 

“Don't touch it. I want to consult with John Constantine about them first.” 

After the searches, they did a general sweep of criminal activity on a couple of Gotham's districts. It was almost a quiet night, they came across some Penguin goons moving illegal weapons and they stopped them without much hassle. Batman's movements in a fight were glorious, precise, relying more in their speed and accuracy than his considerable force, to a point where Roy stopped to just look at him move and knock out an absurd number of thugs in a few moments. He remembered his conversation with Tim, when the boy had told him he had been obsessed with the Bat to the point of stalking him. It completely made sense that he had been so impressed by him. 

Later up in the rooftops Bruce praised him. 

“Good job Arsenal. You're a great support.” 

“Thank you Batman. I love working for you, anytime.” 

“You're as enthusiastic as Tim… Do you want me to put in a good word for you to Slade, to patrol with him at his command?” Bruce's eyes were inquisitive, but Roy didn't notice it. 

“Oh yes please, do it, i love working as your sidekick. To you both. A lot.” 

“Did you miss doing it much, young fella? A mentor telling you what to do, praising you?” 

Roy nodded almost frantically. 

“Does it turn you on, being the little hero helper, Speedy?” 

A full body shiver and what sounded like a strangled moan came from the young archer. 

“Oh, god… why… ?” 

“Seems like you have a pretty big sidekick fetish. Would you enjoy it if i treated you like i did with Dick when he started, like you were a rookie and very young?” 

“Oh fuck, yes please.” 

Batman cornered him against a wall. 

“Language, boy. What do you wanna do now, Speedy? “

“I want to suck your penis more than anything in the world.” 

Bruce smiled and kissed his mouth softly. 

“It's ok, relax. We will do that and more later. We can roleplay in the future, I could even make you your old Speedy costume for such occasions. Don't get hung up on it, if you enjoy it, own it. No matter the reasons. We can play, in a way that you have the control to stop it. Always. Do you understand, baby?” 

“Yes. Thank you. You are good at this.” After a pause, he continued. “Did Slade tell you about it?” 

Bruce nodded. 

“I won't tell anyone.” 

“It's ok. I already told Tim too.” 

“Talking about it can be of help. I think I'm good with you, as you say, because I like to take care of boys that have been hurt. I guess we all have our little issues. Let's go to the Batmobile.” 

Once inside, as they were leaving the Port Area, Bruce asked. 

“Are you ready to switch gears for the second part of the night, Roy?” 

“Yeah, absolutely.” A compartment opened in front him. 

“There's lube and a butt plug there. Lower your pants, and panties too. You can guess the rest.” 

Roy did as he was told. His seat reclined when Batman touched a button. The young archer had been excited all night. He moaned when the plug went in, feeling Batman’s hungry eyes on him, his penis twitched in its pink cage. 

“Good girl. How are you feeling?” 

“Horny for you. Am I… am I a bottom now?” 

“You are one tonight. Are you worried about it? Because of Jay?”

Roy nodded. “Yes.” 

“You shouldn't worry. Jay loves you, not your penis. He loves and has sex with his brothers who are all bottoms. And bottoms can still fuck. You came on Brion's cock the other day and he's a full sub bottom. So am i now, and I'm going fuck you tonight as hard as a slut like you deserves. 

“Oh god. Can you fuck me in the car?” 

“Eager, aren't we? No. You will take off my costume properly.” 

Roy understood, and his cock tried to grow hard once more. 

Batman smiled. He moved his gloved hand between Roy's legs, and started tapping continuously on the endearingly eager new sub’s propped up balls

“Oooh ooh ohh”

“You're going to enjoy many more things now. And sometimes you will not enjoy them but your dom will, and that will be more than enough for you.” 

Soon they arrived at the Batcave. Bruce made him get out of the car with his pants and panties by his ankles. Outside, Batman groped his naked body, his cage, his filled up ass, pushing him against the car. He seemed to really like his compact jock frame, though with the plug and cage he knew he looked more like a short muscle gay boy. Roy was ecstatic, this was hotter than his fantasies. 

“You're a very hot limp dicked little fag boy.”, he whispered in his ear, using his Batman voice. 

Roy whined, expressing disagreement, or wounded pride, or acquiescent arousal. He rubbed his naked body against the costumed hero. 

“Let's go to the showers.” 

“Yes, Daddy.” 

There he was told to get fully naked. He had to kneel, and took off every piece of Batman’s costume kissing it first. He was on the cold floor, , with the Batman standing in front of him in all of his glory. It was incredibly easy to obey his every word and debase himself. 

“Lick the boots first, Speedy.” 

That's what he did, they were Batman’s boots. 

Bruce could tell the boy was in full sub mindset. He was a natural, as Slade had told him. 

Piece by piece the boy took off his costume, unveiling his muscular smooth body, worshipping him. Bruce was more than half erect by the time he was fully naked, which made the next part a bit more difficult. Roy waited kneeling, Jason had told him about it. From Bruce's cock, a burst of urine emerged and hit Roy's chest, and it turned onto a hot stream, and Batman was showering the whole boy in his piss,the warm liquid burning away his sins, baptizing him as his new sidekick forever, his submissive boy, fit to be pissed on.

When the stream ended, Roy sucked the cock head clean, and Bruce gave him the hand to get him up, hugging his wet body. 

“I love you”, blurted out Roy. Bruce grinned warmly. 

“I know. I love you too. I love all my boys and you're now one.” 

They showered in silence, with Bruce even shampooing the boy's head. 

After drying, they put on bathrobes and headed upstairs to the main bedroom. They started to make out, robes on the floor. Bruce was big and hard against the pink cage of Roy, poking it with his large manhood. The boy was putty on his hands, which were also literally kneading his butt, and manipulating his buttplug. 

“Please let me suck your cock.” 

Bruce sat on the bed’s edge and told him to kneel. 

“Suck me Speedy.” 

Roy moaned and dove in, Bruce's majestic cock was a thick 8 inches, and tasted like male ambrosia. He wanted to give him the maximum pleasure and he swallowed more than he could manage, choking. Bruce lifted his head up with his hands. 

“Don't rush, boy. If you can't take all in yet don't worry, you're going to be practicing a lot from now on. Even on a bigger one.” 

“Yes, Daddy.” 

Bruce now held his head and moved it down on his cock, not allowing him to go so deep. He was using his mouth as a fleshlight, and Roy couldn't love it any more. 

“That's right my boy. You are a hole for your Daddies to use. Embrace it, it's your nature. I can tell you'll be great.” 

Mmmmgfff mmmmhfff. 

He then switched their positions so he was standing and actually fucking his face. Roy did then really felt like a hole built to swallow Batman’s perfect cock, and it was exhilarating, he needed to serve him, he loved him. He was on the verge of choking again but he didn't care. When Bruce took out his cock and planted it on his face telling him to lick his balls Roy felt a bit disappointed, but he could still serve him tongue washing his tasty smooth balls. 

Bruce could tell the boy was high on his own submission, full of dopamine, even if they hadn't been that extreme. He was a newbie to kink - and almost to gay sex too - that had long repressed his desires, so it was somewhat expected. He was lovely all over and genuinely into him. It was even more of a shame that the al Ghul situation was probably going to force Bruce to leave soon. 

“Good boy… You were sucking me so good i had to take it out. I'm going to fuck your pussy now.” 

Bruce placed the eager and pliant young bottom on the bed, with cushions elevating his hips. He extracted the anal plug, lubing again the twitching hole. Bruce smiled. 

“You're feeling empty, right slut?” 

“Mmmh, yes Daddy.” 

But before aiming for the inviting boypussy, he took his hard 8 inches with a hand and smacked the boy’s testicles with it repeatedly and his surprised moan immediately turned to some more lustful sounds when his brain caught up. 

“Do you like my big hard cock against your boyclit, Roy?” 

“Oooh, Daddy.” 

“Do you enjoy your new role, boy? Are you gonna open your pussy for me so I can breed you?” 

“Oh, Daddy, yes! Yes! Please fill my pussy with your big cock, Daddy.” 

The cliché of it all didn't make it any less hot, specially because Bruce could see the boy's embarrassment and shame being trumped by his lust and desire to submit clear as day. And he knew Roy had done the same “cock slapping a locked partner" practice being the erect one with Jason before, so the mindfuck was intense. 

When his cock started to penetrate the lubed boypussy, Roy whined, his cock was thicker than the plug, but the pained sound was laced with lust. It was quite the high whining too, Bruce could tell the boy’s femininity was emerging, the situation making him embrace it. It made Bruce go feral, but he couldn't rush things then. He slowly bore into him, watching him take his cock to the root, and then hungrily kissed his mouth.

Now he could start pistoning with his hips, reaching into Roy's special spot, making him sinfully moan. 

“Do you love my cock inside your pussy Roy?” 

“Oh.. Oooh… Daddy!” 

“That's right… Me and Slade are your Daddies…” 

And then Bruce switched to his deeper, affected Batman voice. 

“…and the next patrol we'll fuck your holes at the top of the Gotham Clock Tower just in your panties, Speedy!” 

“Aaaahh!“

. 

—----

Roy was resting his head on Bruce's chest, wrapped by his arm. 

“Everything all right, baby? Anything you want to tell me?” 

“I'm good. Content. It's just, I guess I have some questions about, well, the polycule.” 

“Shoot, Robin Hood.” 

“Am i a member?” 

“Yes. If you want to be. Slade will make it official, but we have all already agreed. All of us like you a lot. I'm sure you've noticed that by now.” 

“I guess so, I don't know why you do…” 

“Don't be silly, boy. Though I guess Slade and me like a lot your lack of confidence in some contexts, you're also a sweet, handsome young man, with a heart of gold, infallible marksmanship, developing detective skills, a gifted lover with a great ass and cock,..”.

“Ok, ok, please stop. So we're all boyfriends now?” 

“That's how it works. You and Jason can keep a closer bond, like say, primary boyfriends. But Jason loves his brothers and Dads. And you're very much in love with Slade, like the rest of us are, and have feelings for everyone else, which is exactly why this works for everyone.” 

“I'm not… Oh. I am in love with Slade.” 

“Finally you hit the target, Speedy.” Bruce wrapped him with his arm tighter and kissed his head. 

“Do i have to obey Slade in everything from now on?” 

“Do you want to?” 

“Aah… I…” 

“You don't need to answer that now. No, you don't have to obey Slade from now on. Neither do Dick,Tim or Jay. You just have to respect him. And i know you already do. Sexually, though, we all show deference to him. You will consult with him on those matters. As you've been doing” 

“So, you and Brion are like slaves to him in every aspect?”

“We both are comfortable giving him more control over our day to day life. You don't have to be like that. Slade loves us all the same, it's just better for us this way.” 

“Ok. I will talk to him tomorrow.” 

“Yes. He will send for you, don't worry. And clear your schedule for the weekend.* 

Chapter Text

Roy was practicing in the Manor's huge garden with his bow and arrows. He liked doing it outside on windy days, as that was a handicap he needed to master. 

“Nice shot.” A familiar voice chimed in, almost making him drop his weapon. 

“Jay! You've startled me, babe.” 

They kissed. 

“You were very focused. My classes were suspended. I had an inkling you'd be here.” 

“I guess, there were things on my mind and shooting targets always helps.” 

Jay smiled warmly. He was so handsome wearing his GSU jacket.

“I think congratulations are in order, right? You have officially joined the tribe.” 

“Almost. Bruce told me I did, and that I had to wait for Slade to call me.” 

“Yes. Slade is expecting you, in his study in 30 minutes. Don't be nervous Roy, you already accomplished everything. Or is anything else on your mind?” 

Jay had once more read him like a book. 

“Have I been a bad boyfriend?”, inquired Roy. 

“What?! Why would you say that?” 

“I have been very distracted lately and I guess I got too close to Slade…I'm not sure if I'm the same person I was when we started dating.” 

“Roy… you've gone through a laborious process to join us, a process we both wanted you to pass. I wanted you to love my brothers and Daddies, and I gave you space to do it. I also knew that you would come out of the enterprise much more of a bottom than you were before, which i think it's where most of this new insecurity of yours it's coming from. It is mostly that, isn't it?” 

Roy nodded. Jason continued. 

“C’mon, babe, i love you because I love being by your side. I love my brothers, and they're all bottoms. Don't feel guilty because you've discovered more about your sexuality or kinks. We've had a lot of great sex lately without you actually penetrating me with your cock! Do you still love me even if you are a full bottom now?” 

“Of course I love you! And I am not a full bottom, I think. It's just, Slade… I..”

“I know you want to be under Slade. We all want that, that's why our polycule is the way it is, and we're making it work. But i guess, what you have to ask yourself is if you want to be my companion in the future. I want us to keep being boyfriends, i don't really care if you stop wanting to top me. ” 

“Yeah… of course I want to be with you, if you have me. I was… drifting before we started our relationship. You've made me better. I love you, Jay. And I still want to top you too. If I'm allowed to. “ Roy smiled. 

“I love you too, bottom boy.” 

Roy had some wetness in his eyes. They hugged. 

“We will adapt to the new circumstances. We both are always going to get good dick in this house, you can be sure of that. And my ass will always be partly yours. By the way, next weekend there's a swim meet event, will you come to cheer for me, with Tim?” 

“For sure! I'll be the loudest and you'll be actually embarrassed.”

“Oh god, I'm regretting it already…Let's go, you should change to see Slade.” 

His meeting with Slade was more intimate and less grandiose than he had built up in his mind. He confessed his love for the dom and acknowledged his submissive nature and his desire to be under his control. Slade welcomed him to the family, and told him that he had been his boy and a member of the family for some time. They talked about many things, including Jay. And Slade told him that they were to spend the weekend alone together at his island base. He had some antique weapons stored there that he wanted Roy to catalogue, but the main purpose of the trip was for them to be together, for Roy to practice and enjoy his just accepted submission, to be simply his boy toy. The young man was ecstatic and couldn't wait. The meeting ended with him getting a mouthful of cum. 

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They flew to Slade's base in the Batwing. Both Brion and Dick had talked about the island, remembering fondly the days they spent there. Roy was a bit keyed up on the plane, to the point that Slade commented on it. He made him sit in his lap and suck on his big thumb. It was certainly unconventional but his restlessness evaporated, he was grounded and calm in a few moments. 

Slade had told him that they were going to explore more the kinks that he had reacted best to so far, and Roy was going to play at different times during the weekend roles similar to a bondage slave, a Little, and a sissy slut. Was this already being a little? It was actually difficult for Roy to think, he cuddled with the dom, basking in his closeness, feeling just adoration. 

“You're such a good boy and have come so far, baby. Such a good fit.” 

The compliments simultaneously embarrassed him and made him proud. His Daddy was so good to him. 

“Feeling nice, Roy?” 

“Yes, Daddy, Thank you. There's something I wanted to talk about.” 

“Go on.” 

“I'd rather do the bondage scene first, today.” 

“Why is that?”

Roy looked bashful. 

“I… when we do it, i want you to hurt me.” 

Slade's eyebrows moved just slightly but Roy knew he was quite surprised. 

“Let me explain. Not hurt-hurt a lot, but something at least like really slapping me, a black eye, a bloody lip. Please, I need that. I trust you. Now is the moment as we won't be at the Manor.” 

Slade took his time to respond. 

“You've thought a lot about this scene.” 

“Yes, i have. I want it. With you.” 

“Are you a masochist, Roy?” 

“I think i am, yes. I…it's an urge.” 

Slade was looking calmly at him. . 

“And you want to do it first…?” 

“Because my face will be more healed when we go back. I think it will look a bit better at least. I will tell Jason but I don't know how he will take it.” 

“Uhm. Jason is wiser than you gave him credit for. In any case it's something we would have to tell all the family. That's not really my main worry right now, though.” 

“I will be okay. I need you to rough me up a bit. It's what… what fits in that moment. And making me suck you and fuck me rough after. With nasty sex talk. Please. I need it.” 

“Can you articulate why?” 

Roy thought for a moment. 

“It just fits. I want to feel that I'm yours that way. But with you way over me. And at your mercy. I don't know if I'm making sense.” 

Slade nodded slowly. 

“You do. I can do that without hurting you too much. But it will still be a violent act. I will need you to tell me your traffic light colors then. They are there for stuff like this, use them right, unafraid to switch or we will have a real problem.” 

“Yes, of course, I will.” 

The island was small from a bird's view and the base was mostly hidden from sight. The facilities however could after all house and provide training for a small squadron of mercenaries, and there was a section on them clearly set for the commander, which was almost luxurious and cozy. 

What happened on the island that weekend was something that Roy would treasure for the rest of his life. He felt owned, used, humiliated, degraded, cherished, cared for, loved, accepted; consecutively or sometimes at once. 

The first session was where Slade was rougher. He was tied up, the dirty talk turned to verbal abuse, his face slapped hard, his neck held tight, his own dick hard as steel while Slade drilled into his hole, pumping his enormous cock. It was the first time Slade was fucking him, and it wasn't a loving fuck at all, the dom was using him as a hole at that moment. 

Roy screamed, he sniffed poppers, he begged to stop, he cried, he pleaded for more, he sniffed more. His color was green all the way, but his need was white hot burning inside him and Slade laid it bare and controlled it, used and abused it expertly, till it was satiated and extinguished. Slade was finally his master, and Roy got what his masochistic urges demanded and more. 

. 

And still, the best sex of the weekend was yet to come. On Saturday morning, after taking a Tylenol, he was instructed to shave off any body hair that had grown on him again, and lock his cock up in his pink cage. His underwear were also going to be panties, which previewed the kind of afternoon, evening and night they later had. 

Slade had lovingly taken care of him the day before after the bdsm session, attending to his partly bruised face., as well as his ass. It didn't look that bad today; the dom had already inquired about it, and about his feelings of what had happened before tasking him with the body shave. 

Roy had answered that he had loved it and wanted more. He thought he could take it rougher next time. But he also wanted to make those kinds of sessions sufficiently spaced. Letting the urges grow, and also having a resting time to process the sessions. Daddy nodded in accordance, and told him the rest of the weekend was going to be a different story. 

Roy had experience with feminization in his partners, and then there was what had happened the crazy night out in Gotham with Dick, and the way Bruce had treated him when they had sex. That day with Slade he was going to play the feminine role explicitly and it excited him greatly but also filled him with self doubt. What if he didn't look sexy enough? What if he didn't move the right way? What if he didn't like it? What if he liked it too much? 

Slade, of course, saw through his fears, and assuaged them, they were just going to play around a bit, and slowly. 

Roy had his cock locked up, his ass filled with a bejeweled buttplug and was given a lacy thong to wear under his normal clothes. Slade told him he looked very pretty. Roy didn't hate it, at all. They went on to work on the antiques inventory.

The young archer, who had tasted what it meant having Slade as a Master the day before, now was relishing what was Slade as a boyfriend. The older man was charming, handsy, still bossy in a good way, and free with his praise. So what if that praise was more suited for a girl, or his touches emphasized their different roles that day? It was working on Roy, who felt dainty, sexy and at ease in Slade's manly big arms, and had been growing a wet spot in his new panties along the day. 

They were leisurely making out on the couch after lunch. Slade lifted the boy’s chin up and asked. 

“Do you want to dress up a bit more and be even more pretty for me, baby?” 

Roy blushed and nodded. Slade smiled. 

“Go to our bedroom and put on what I left for you on the bed. Don't worry, it's not too much.” 

It kind of was too much, but after his nights out with Dick and Bruce, and the whole morning with Slade, it didn't feel like a huge jump for Roy to wear the short sheer négligé, panties, garter belt and fishnet stockings, in dark red; even the high heeled sandals or the lipstick. 

The textiles were rich and delicate. His pulse and his thoughts raced as he watched his reflection in the mirror. He looked way hotter than he expected, his muscular body disguised yet also highlighted in a different way. He would fuck that fit sissy gurl without a doubt. It shouldn't feel so arousing and yet it was. Now he understood Dick and Jay better. He wasn't giving up his manhood, it was just for an occasion. His legs and butt looked amazing framed by the garter, those exercises worked!. He wanted to dress again some other time. Maybe with Jay. With Jay and… 

His tumultuous train of thought in front of the mirror was derailed by an appreciating whistle from Slade. 

“Damn baby, you're even sexier than I imagined.” 

“Thank you, Daddy.” 

“Do you like how you look?” 

“Yeah. I think I look hot.” 

Slade, now shirtless, and with a predatorial glint in his eye, hugged him from the back, kissing his neck deliberately, and added. 

“You certainly do. Very hot. How do you feel?” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Do you feel like a woman?” 

“….. No, I don't think I do.” 

“Do you feel like a man?” 

“… No.”  

“That's ok. That's really nice, actually. Surrender and rejoice that I'm the only man - your man now, honey.” added Slade as his big hand caressed his small, locked, pantied crotch, and then his thonged butt, pushing the plug slightly in. 

Roy shivered,swallowing a moan, and a new wave of arousal came over him with those words and touches. They made out, heat rising by the moment. 

The cage was really constricting his member but it also felt right. The butt plug, on the other hand, felt insufficient as his ass (pussy?) was clenching around it. 

Slade, who also appeared to be full of hard to rein lust, lifted him as if he were weightless and carried him onto the bed. He extracted the plug and surprised Roy by diving his head to his hole and eating him out. 

“Ooooohhh ooooh god! Fuck! Oohhh, Daddy!” 

He knew he had a big tongue but that felt impossibly great. 

“I knew you'd love this, you dirty girl,” said Slade as he spanked once his ass before diving again to kiss the boy's hole. He used his lips, fingers, his tongue, even his beard, to reduce Roy to a moaning and pre cum-dripping needy mess. 

Then he laid on the bed and told Roy to sit on his cock and ride him.

“Take your top off, I wanna knead those juicy tits of yours, princess”, said his man as Roy was slowly impaling himself on his huge lubed meat. 

“Ooohh fuck….” 

His dom was once more mindfucking him too, and it drove Roy crazy. He could feel every inch going inside of him, as Slade molested his pecs and pebbled nipples, driving him more crazy. He definitely didn't feel manly and that was great. Once his boipussy tolerated the stretching he started slowly riding Slade's manhood. The dom now caressed his thighs making him feel his new stockings, all the way to his panties, pressing just above his cage, and called her Good girl. Bottoming was heaven, and with that cock, with Daddy, even more. Every time the cock head pressed that spot inside, Roy whined high noises of pleasure. 

After a time letting the sissy boy ride at his own pace, increasingly faster, Slade stopped him with his hands on his hips, and started drilling into his pussy from below. Roy loudly moaned, continuously, his body twitching. Slade knew very well the orgasm was building from the boy's battered prostate, and kept punishing it. The moans resonated all over the base. 

“Daddy!... I think ooohh… I'm close!” 

“Cum from your limp clitty, slut, cum for me!” 

“Aahhh oooohhh aaahhh aaahh AAAAAHHH!”

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Roy came that day and night three times, the other two later and after being unlocked, but that first orgasm was seared to his mind. Slade came four times, Jason had already warned him that the mature metahuman Daddy was impossibly potent. The young bottom was certainly sore but the Sunday was going to be a more relaxing and chill affair. They stayed late in bed, just cuddling. There was a question nagging on Roy's mind, and he decided to shoot it. 

“Daddy? Are you…molding me?” 

There was a glint in Slade's eye, but his expression was neutral. 

“Let's say that's what I'm doing. Would that be so bad? Guiding you into something more in tune with my wishes.” 

“Maybe it would be, though i guess it also sounds kind of hot, but if you were taking advantage of me or driving me to be something I'm not…” Roy wasn't much sure of the point he was trying to make or if he even really wanted to make it. A part of him needed some reassurance, apparently. 

Slade brought him to his naked chest while he continued. 

“I'm a man of particular tastes. I greatly enjoy refining my lovers according to them. Given your newly uncovered,and, dare I say pronounced, submissive bent, I think you also enjoy that process of refinement, and its end results, considerably. Am I wrong, darling?” His big hand was playing with the boy's short hair. 

“No, Daddy, you're right.”

“I'll admit that i am greedy as a lover and Master, and this… transformation or acceptance on your part of your submission to me takes a toll. I've wanted you to give up your pride, your independence, your masculinity, even your maturity. And you've loved doing it. You will be reclaiming back partly those things if you want. With others. In our relationship we know you won't need those.” 

Roy wasn't much in a position or headspace to argue, and even if some of those terms looked like a bit much, the core of the matter felt deeply right, to a submissive like him. 

“No need to worry.” Slade added. “Daddy will take care of you and attend to your needs. What did you think of yesterday's kind of play?” 

“I… liked it.” 

That was almost a lie. He had loved it, more than he had imagined it. And Slade obviously knew, and let it pass. 

“Would you be open to continue exploring that kink in the future?” 

Roy wasn't sure if Slade was messing with him. He knew he had gone crazy for it. And yet, the young hero couldn't admit it like that out loud, and felt he was blushing. 

“Sure, why not. I'm down. But maybe as something from time to time, like with the rough sessions.” 

“I understand.” Slade's response was non-committal, but Roy thought he had seen a small amused smirk for a second. He kept talking. 

“Today i want you to be soft again, but in a different way. At first it will require a bit of play acting on your part, but very probably you will settle into it. The kind of boys like you tend to enjoy it very much. Ok, big fella?” 

“Ok, Daddy. What kind of boys is that?” 

“Young submissive boys with significant daddy issues.” 

“Oh.” He shouldn't have asked. 

“Let's get dressed and I'll make you breakfast. Later I will prepare a bath for you. Ok, Ro?” 

“Ro?” 

“That's you today. Do you like it?” 

“… Yes, Daddy.” 

Slade kissed his head, and helped him into some childish colorful briefs and pajamas with a cartoonish dinosaur motif. He also put some soothing cream on his anus. 

Roy was a bit perplexed by it all, but Slade was so nice and warm that morning it felt right to just go with it. 

They went hand in hand to the big kitchen. Roy soon discovered that the age play thing wasn't just hugs and kisses and it had clearly humiliating components as they had talked about, when he was made to sit on a high chair that had appeared in the kitchen and Slade put a bib on him, adding in a condescending tone

“We don't want you to stain your new pajamas, right, Ro?” 

He felt heat rising on his cheeks. 

He was served milk and Froot loops, and he ate them by himself, till he spilled a bit of milk and Daddy insisted on feeding him, calling him clumsy boy; and then good boy each time he successfully ate a spoon of cereal from Daddy's hand without spilling. 

It was a bit irritating, but the weird thing is that he didn't hate it and somehow there was precum accumulating inside his child briefs. 

“Do you know your brothers Dickie and Jay also enjoy being young boys like you? They love videogames, and drawing, and playing cowboys and indians or playing marco polo in the pool in their small swimsuits. Maybe sometime you could play with them.” 

“Yes, Daddy, I want to.” It sounded kind of awesome, if a bit weird. 

Slade placed his big hand on his thigh and said lowering his voice

“I'll tell you a secret, baby. Once, your brother Dickie was acting up, and I had to punish him. I spanked his butt and made him change his briefs for little girl pink, ruffled bloomers. I took off his action figures and left him with dolls. And then he said that he had secretly loved it. The same happened with Jay. And now they sometimes have little princesses sessions where they play as little girls! Isn't it interesting, baby boy?” 

Slade's thumb was now pressing against Roy's growing bulge, especially his cockhead. The story, their dynamic at that moment , felt taboo which added to the boy's arousal. 

“Oh, Daddy!” 

“Is your little pepee getting hard, Ro? You would be so pretty with pink little girl panties too, I think. Sometimes Daddies can play some interesting games with little boys like you and your brothers, too, especially when you look very pretty…” 

“Daddy please!” 

Slade took him off the high chair and seated him on his lap. Roy felt embarrassed and excited and hugged Daddy tightly. His hips started to rock against the big, muscled body. 

“Now, Ro, don't be a bad boy. Don't move like that. I think i will lock your peepee in a cage after your bath.” 

“I… Sorry, Daddy. “

Roy was confused, but maybe Daddy wanted that. 

“What's your color, Ro?” 

“Uh… Green, Daddy, green, i almost forgot.” 

Slade smiled and kissed his forehead. 

“You're such a good boy Ro, you're making Daddy very happy.” 

Roy felt warmth spread inside his body. They stayed quietly for some minutes, with just the hand of Slade petting Roy's back. Slade gave him a sort of sippy cup to drink water. Roy was just going along with everything. 

“Let's go Ro. Time to get you clean.”

The big tub was ready, full of hot water, with some toys floating. Roy's erection had fully subsided by the time he got naked, so Daddy didn't teased him for it, though he kept calling him handsome and pretty boy indistinctly, and didn't fail to notice how wet with precum his boy briefs were. 

The water felt heavenly, and so did Daddy's big and firm hands scrubbing him clean. Everything was too good. Something happened to Ro when Daddy said

“You can relax. Daddy's gonna take care of you, now and always.” 

Tears formed on the boy's eyes, and started falling down his cheeks. 

“Ro? Are you emotional? This can happen, don't worry about it. If you need to cry you can let it go fully, Daddy's here for you.” 

Ro started to sob then, tears falling on the water. He had been happy, why was he crying so much? Daddy was so good to him even if he didn't deserve it. He was hugging him, half a way in the tub, as he kept crying. 

A couple of minutes later he stopped, and took a deep breath

“Better now, baby boy?” 

Ro slowly nodded. 

“Play with the duck and the ship as I wash your hair and then we will be finished, ok?” 

Daddy put baby shampoo on his head. 

“It's ok to cry, even more if you are soft like now. Daddy and Daddy Bruce will protect you. By the way, you're gonna let your beautiful hair grow longer, Ro. It'll look great, trust me.” 

Ro nodded. Daddy helped him out of the tub and dried him with a big fluffy towel. He was talking about littles being more vulnerable during play time but Ro just wanted to hug him and he liked very much when he dried his boy parts and butt meticulously. 

“Now I'm going to put this on your small peepee, little boys have to learn to control themselves.” He had the pink cage in his hand.

“Oh…ok, Daddy.” 

“I like you small and limp here, baby.” 

He locked up his penis, and helped to get dressed, in an orange t-shirt with a dinosaur drawing, boy briefs, blue sport shorts and white socks. 

“No shoes?” 

“I don't think you need them.” “We're going to the gym to play a game and exercise at the same time. There's a little prize for you there too.” 

“A prize?!!” 

“It's very modest, don't get your hopes up. But you've been such a good boy, you deserved one. If you win the game, or maybe just if you play by the rules it'll be enough.” 

Slade carried Ro and his sippy cup in his arms like he was a weightless child all the way to the spacious gym facilities “so his socks didn't get dirty”, which felt mortifying and nice at the same time. The prize was there, and was extremely cute, a teddy bear dressed as Robin Hood. His name was gonna be Robear Hood, of course. 

They were in a section of the gym with the floor covered with thin blue mats. Daddy took off his boots and pants for the game. 

“Is this… like a grown ups kind of game, Daddy?” 

Daddy smirked. 

“It's a Daddy and boy game.” 

It was a confusing game, because Daddy kept changing the rules. The objective was for Ro to take Daddy down. Each attempt he failed he would get a spank in the butt but they accumulated! On the second try he got two and so on! And on top of that after every two unsuccessful tries he had to lose a piece of clothing! 

Daddy was a chiseled mountain impossible to budge. Ro had tried everything, brute force, tripping him up, a knee to his crotch or even tickling. He was tired, his butt was hot and hurting from the spankings, and was only wearing his briefs and a sock. And needed to pee too. The slaps on his butt hadn't been terribly strong, and they also caused an inner heat pooling up in Ro's belly. 

He made a new half hearted attempt, that Daddy easily stopped, and he held him. 

That would be your eighth try, meaning another sock and eight slaps on your cute ass. 

“Daddy… You can take my briefs. I give up.” 

“Is your butt hurting too much, darling?” 

“A bit.” 

“How about five slaps and then my fingers play with your hole?” 

“Yes, please Daddy. One thing… can i go to the bathroom first, i have to.” 

“No. I want you to hold it while we play.” 

“But what if i can't…. “

“Then you do it all over yourself.“

“I don't think i want to do that…” 

“Listen to me Ro. You're going to obey Daddy and hold you pee. That's what Daddy wants. Or your punishment will be much worse. Is that clear, boy?” 

“… Yes, Daddy”

Daddy was very serious and Ro didn't know how to feel. Daddy sat down for the last spankings and Ro meekly positioned across his lap presenting his butt. The boy shivered when Slade took off the briefs but was in fear, cold or anticipation? At least his locked dick was looking forward to it, as it was dripping precum.

Adding to it the hit he received was harder than the others and made him yelp. 

“Stay still, boy. Just four more.” 

A new strike and Roy moaned in pain. Was Daddy mad with him? 

By the third and fourth tears were welling up in his eyes. His butt burned. And confusingly he was moving his hips trying to get friction. He was horny. 

“If you insist on squirming I'll add more slaps.” 

“No, Daddy, please!” 

Then Daddy placed Ro's left hand over his black boxers. Daddy was very hard! The last strike made his ass sting so much, Ro moaned, crying

“Aaaah, i'm sorry Daddy, I'm sorry!” 

“Ssshhh, it's over now.” Slade caressed his burning buttocks which didn't exactly help. A wet finger started to tease his hole, which made him gasp. Apparently that did help. Ro, even though he was a mess of emotions, wanted it. The thick finger burrowed past the ring. The boy's whine was more of a soft mewl and he backed into it. Daddy's cock impossibly grew bigger and harder under the boy's hand. 

“Such a hungry pussy… color, Ro?”

“… Green, Daddy, please go on.” 

“I can tell you want to. Kiss Daddy's cock first.” 

The boy moved and found himself in front of an obscenely big penis as Daddy took his boxers off, the round cockhead wet, its veins pulsing. Ro tentatively kissed it, then swallowed it, his instincts taking over; Daddy softly caressed his head while he went down. 

It wasn't the best fellatio Slade had ever received but he was harder than a rock, Roy's immersion in the age play had him so aroused. He placed the boy so they could 69. When he licked the cocklet through the cage, the smooth balls and perineum while skillfully fingering the boipussy, Ro whimpered and trembled as if he were unable to process the pleasurable sensations. 

Slade knew for his reactions when he brushed his prostate that the boy was close, though whether to an orgasm, to pissing himself, to a mental breakdown or all three was anyone's guess. So he pinned him against the mat holding his legs, lubed him and aimed his cock to his beautiful pink boipussy, which welcomed him with ease after the weekend of abuse. Ro gasped but his joy at being filled with half of his girthy meat was evident. Slade himself was grunting, pussy was that good. 

“Daddy! Oohhh!” 

“Do you like my cock inside you, baby?” 

“Oooh Daddy, yes, please!” 

He buried his cock to the hilt, and Roy opened his mouth in a silent scream, his eyes going blank. He had squarely hit his spot. Slade gave him a moment to get used to the intrusion. Then started moving his powerful hips. kissing the boy's babbling mouth with passion. 

The sub was in bliss as he was being dicked down, the feeling almost too good, overwhelming him, the pressure of an anal orgasm building up, only this time that wasn't the only pressure growing. His bladder felt so full. And when Daddy's big penis went in, and hit right there, it felt like he was gonna start peeing unwillingly, yet it didn't actually happen. 

There was a feeling of discomfort tied around the enormous pleasure in his ass. 

When Daddy increased his stroke tempo, Ro saw the stars, his mind going blank. He was gonna cum. 

“Daddy!” 

Then Daddy pressed his lower belly and over his full bladder as he was dicking him quickly. 

“Aaahh! No!” 

“Let it go Ro. Do it! Piss yourself!”

He didn't need to tell him because to the boy's total embarrassment it was happening already, inside his cage, his pee was escaping (or was it cum?), and with Daddy's words he let it go more and it felt so wrong and incredibly good? 

“Aaahhh Daddy Aaaaaahhhh!” 

The shame and pleasure on Roy's face and the wet spectacle of his urinating locked cocklet proved to be too much for Slade too and loudly moaning he reached his climax cumming what felt like a gallon of sperm inside his boy's pussy. 

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After their age play scene, cleaning, and refreshing, they rested in a particular way. Slade told him to lay on the carpet by his side as he was reading on an ipad seated on a big armchair. Roy -not Ro- was nude, locked, with a buttplug inside and basically non verbal, and he knew the scenario was really close to be pet play, but it provided him a chance to rest by his Master and it was really low stakes, so he was content then, especially when he nuzzled his master's legs and his head was literally petted by him. When later Slade brought him a bistec cut in small pieces in a dog bowl it wasn't a big deal for him to simply eat it without using his hands. It earned him a hearty Good boy and many pets. Slade told him there would be more chances in the future to further explore being such a good doggie for him. 

When they were finishing getting ready to leave, Slade made him sit on his lap to talk. 

“Baby you've made me very satisfied this weekend. You've given yourself to me, body, heart, mind and soul, and you are now one of my boys forever. I know you're going to be under the temptation of asking me for a total power exchange type of relationship going forward. But i don't think it's the moment for that. You've been in subspace for a long time, this weekend and during your training. You're going to need to wake up from that to a more vanilla life in the Manor. You are too young and inexperienced yet for a tpe relationship, and you have your brothers to enjoy as partners now, including Jay. I actually know for fact that both Brion and Bruce want you to top them. And, don't get me wrong, I'm still going to be your Dom, i will guide you if you need it, in and out of the bedroom, and we will fuck a lot. But not one on one for a few weeks, and not always in an explicit Dominant/submissive mode. Do you understand what I mean, baby?” 

“I think i do, Daddy. I'm not your full time slave. We're all partners, and you're still my Dom” 

“Exactly. Not just a pretty face.” Slade joked. “I know you are completely meek and pliant now, but I want a bit of the old cocky Roy to make a comeback in Gotham, slowly. You are both aspects, don't lose either of them.” 

“Ok.” He didn't feel like that old Roy at all now, but maybe it would eventually return. 

“And another thing, sooner rather than later, your brothers will see you submitting fully to me, and to Bruce, and you will see them do the same. Take pride in it.” 

“I will. Thank you, Daddy.” 

“Do you want your cage on or off for the first days back?” 

“I think I'd rather be unlocked.” 

“Off it is, then.” 

Slade kissed him softly. 

“I love you too, Daddy.” 

—----------

It was Alfred, of course, the one who opened the door with a smile on his face when they arrived at the Manor. 

“Master Wilson, master Harper, welcome back.” 

“Hello Al!” 

“Please let me handle your bags.” 

Roy was carrying one bag with Robear Hood, and gave it to the butler. 

“They're waiting for you at the library.” 

When they were approaching the library's door they could hear Tim shouting “They're here!”. 

Bruce, Dick, Jason, Brion, Tim, even Ace, the Robins' dog, were inside, all smiles and a wagging tail, excited to see them. 

Bruce was the first that hugged them, and when he said “Welcome home, Roy”, the redhead, with his head on the senior hero's chest, started crying happy tears. 

—------------

Epilogue

Two months later

The conference room at the top of the most modern Metropolis skyscraper was dimly lit and empty save for two men. The one standing spoke to the sitting one, who had a laptop in front of him. 

I am so sorry to subject you to these images but given the matter it's better you saw them yourself. I assure you they haven't been doctored in any way, you can take them to any expert. The file was corrupted and some frames are just missing, but the content is clear, and unfortunately, so very depraved… 

After the partial failure of his operation with Faust, which annoyingly still required some traces to be cleaned off, it had been such a stroke of luck that Deathstroke had returned to his old base and provided him with such excellent raw material. Because there, Lex’s men had been able to hack the security cam feed, which had proved impossible to do in the damned Manor. And now was the time for this stage of the plan. 

The sitting man, blond and ridiculously bearded, pressed play on the laptop, and the blows to the face and cries resonated in the big room, then some really nasty choice words and the young man's pained wails as he was roughly fucked, while tied up and bleeding. His editor had done an excellent job of making it more ghastly looking and, well, like an actual rape.  

(And Lex had an fx artist create a special version making the boy bald and blue eyed, and giving Slade the kryptonian’s face for his… personal use. It was so fucking good that Lex had almost regretted having the guy killed.) 

Predictably, Queen lost his shit, breaking the chair’s armrest and then trashing the laptop's screen with it. 

“Deathstroke is dead! I'll put an arrow through his eye and piss on his socket! And Wayne too for allowing this! I'll burn his fucking Manor to the ground!” 

Lex allowed the pathetic outburst to continue. The archer smelled faintly of alcohol, but his aim was as good as ever, according to his reports. The bald CEO put on his best commiserating face. 

“It is so worrisome that it has come to this. I can help you to put an end to the mercenary's heinous actions, they must be stopped. I'm putting together a team of remarkable people…