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Dick has expected Jason to show up tonight, but when his brother finally arrives, Dick still finds himself staring in awe.
Dick has rarely seen Jason in civvies. Even watching him through his windows or one of the hidden cameras Dick had planted, his brother usually wore his uniform as if he’d married himself to that identity. A brother Dick lost and has never found since.
All that is about to change.
Jason looks good in his button-up shirt and jeans, both tight enough to show off his muscles. Something Jason himself is blissfully unaware of, like he’s still a teenager in an adult’s body trying to navigate this world like a newborn colt.
His eyes are so blue that Dick wants to cover them up and keep them hidden just for himself (and he will). Dick can be the farmer to lead him, herd him, protect him from being hurt like he did as Robin.
Dick is trembling with giddiness; he keeps his hand fisted on the bar, trying not to get too excited.
“If you were the one sending those flowers… I’m not interested.” Jason pulls out a stool from the counter and sits down. He doesn’t take the drink Dick has ordered for him, just stares his brother down. “What do you want from me?”
Dick shrugs, gives Jason a smile that has made many bend to him. If it makes Jason’s heart palpitate, or his breathing quicken, Jason doesn’t show it.
“Just wanted to catch up,” Dick says, pushes the glass of bourbon toward Jason.
Jason doesn’t move.
“Cut the crap. I know you’ve been watching me. What’s there to catch up to?”
Brilliant and perceptive. Dick feels immediately proud. Jason knows how to protect himself, but that doesn’t mean Dick will stop at what he’s about to do.
Soon, Jason will have no need for any of this suspicion, because he will be safely tucked away somewhere far from harm.
“Is it bad for me to care?” Dick says gently.
Jason’s eyes narrow. “No. But you can’t be doing this without a motive.”
“I just wanted to keep you safe.”
“Thank you. But I’m not dumb. I can take care of myself.”
“Maybe. But Jay, don’t forget, you have years missing because…”
“Dick.” Jason’s tone darkens into a warning.
Dick laughs. He sees Jason and knows how much the boy still wants to be loved. He just needs some more convincing… and Dick has just the plan for that.
So Dick taps the rim of Jason’s glass and raises his own.
“Let’s drink to adulthood. Adulthood and freedom. Do me this favor and I’ll leave you alone.”
Jason’s eyes narrow. He keeps his sight on Dick, decoding whether it’s a trick.
“You… mean it?”
“Yeah. Show me you’re truly grown and independent, little wing. I’ll see your determination, I’ll approve, and I’ll leave your fate in your own hands, because I’ll trust you to be a good man.”
Another stretch of silence protracts, as if there’s a choking presence in the air, a sizzling charge. Many emotions flash on Jason’s face as he struggles between trust and sarcasm. Dick holds his breath as he waits patiently for Jason’s answer.
Finally, Jason sighs and takes up the glass.
“To adulthood,” Dick says.
Jason’s lips are so delicious when they purse around the lip of the glass. It excites Dick more to think that soon, those lips, like their owner, will be Dick’s.
The amber liquid flows into Jason’s mouth. With that, his fate is sealed.
Dick watches Jason lie on the hotel bed.
He is beautiful. Dick runs his hand over Jason’s thigh, feeling the muscles underneath the denim of his pants. He wants to strip him, taste him, take all of him as his own.
Jason has been elusive since he came back from the dead. No longer the starry-eyed little Robin who idolized Dick, he’d grown distant, independent. Such a shame someone with so much pain and betrayal in his past would push away someone so well-meaning as Dick. Dick remembers the way Jason had looked at him for the first time after he came back—the hostility and coldness in his eyes, as if he’d blamed Dick for the things Bruce had failed.
How could he? Dick wasn’t the one who was too weak to kill Joker. Dick actually did the job Bruce had always refused to do. He’d beaten Joker to death—for Jason—only for Jason to come back looking at Dick with distrust.
It hurt Dick, made him bitter and desperate. If Jason refused to let anyone in, if he refused to trust Dick—Joker’s killer—then Dick would just have to nuzzle him toward where Dick wanted him.
Jason will not wake up.
The amount of drug in his drink was carefully calculated according to Jason’s body mass, taking into consideration the heightened metabolism caused by the Lazarus pit. And Dick had insisted on watching Jason drink up every drop, keeping his gaze until the glass was empty.
Its effects should last till at least noon tomorrow—until then, Jason is a docile doll to be played with.
Dick strips Jason of his shirt, undoing one button at a time.
Jason’s torso is covered in scars—slashes that mark up the beautiful flesh, imprints left there by others who dared to hurt his little wing. They make the possessiveness in Dick sizzle, and his throat swells up as he rolls Jason to his side to remove the top, stretching his arms upward, tugging off the fabric until it’s just the athletic body underneath with its thick chest and narrow waist.
Dick presses his lips to Jason’s torso as he unclasps Jason’s belt, tugging his pants down his legs. Jason doesn’t stir, doesn’t even breathe heavier. Lovely and pliable when Dick strips him nude, leaving him with no clothing to hide his beauty and shame. Then Dick sits back and admires his nakedness.
Jason’s body is fine as a statue, his black hair plastering over his face, eyelids shut, mouth slightly ajar, revealing his pink tongue. Between his spread, muscular legs is the slit of Jason’s pussy, its folds parting slightly so Dick can see the rosiness of the lips between them, hidden behind the lace of Jason’s pubic hair.
“Shouldn’t have hidden something so sweet away from me, Jay,” Dick says.
He’d known about Jason’s pussy for months, ever since he’d first started spying on Jason. Dick has wanted a taste ever since.
Dick spreads the folds with two fingers.
This is the first time he glimpses what’s inside. His heart thumps, and he licks his lips. The inner lips are like fine petals; he can feel them swelling up when he runs his fingers over them back and forth. Dick does this for a while, switching between the inner folds and the clit, rubbing and tickling them.
The smooth texture makes Dick’s own cock hard. He can’t stop touching Jason’s pussy, getting more excited as it moistens with arousal.
It’s incredible Jason reacts so well even when he’s unconscious, like his body is built for this. The parts become swollen with blood, flushing redder than ever, and Dick’s fingers gurgle with excess moisture.
“Yes.” Dick licks his lips. “You’re a naughty little slut, aren’t you?”
His finger sinks between Jason’s inner lips with minimal resistance.
Jason doesn’t wake when Dick assaults him with one finger, or when Dick leans down to suckle his clit with a deft tongue. Dick flicks his tongue over the little bud to make it engorge, curling his finger against Jason’s front wall, rubbing the spongy texture of his G-spot.
The drug has worked wonders. Jason sleeps through all the assault even as Dick adds more fingers, all slipping in easily into that silky passage.
Dick wants to keep doing this; keep thrusting his fingers up Jason’s tight little pussy, shoving more into him until he’s stuffed full of Dick’s fist. He wants to do this until he feels Jason clench around his wrist in his sleep, his body reacting obediently to Dick’s ministrations even when his mind isn’t present—
But Dick has a lot of work to finish before Jason wakes up from the drug, so he reluctantly unlatches his mouth and pulls his fingers out, slipping them away with a lewd wet blop. Jason’s wetness connects to the tips of Dick’s fingers with a long silvery string, covering Dick’s hand with glistening moisture.
Dick licks Jason’s fragrant juice off his fingers and begins his work.
He’d chosen soft leather for the restraints, forgoing his favorite ropes in favor of Jason’s comfort. Leather straps are made for this purpose—they have buckles and buttons to hold them in place, keeping the captive securely tied and unable to move, and are soft on the flesh, minimally invasive.
Dick repositions Jason to lie on his side so he can slip a double strap all the way around his upper torso, wrapping the thick, unbreakable binds over Jason’s upper arms, affixing them to his body.
Dick pulls them taut to trap Jason’s arms tightly against his torso, then secures them with the buckles they come with. He ties Jason’s wrists behind him with more leather straps—they’re tighter than cuffs, leaving less room for movement.
When that’s done, Jason’s upper body is decorated with leather straps that create dents over his flesh. Dick rolls his brother on his stomach and works on his legs.
Many straps are wrapped around Jason’s thick thighs, pulling them together securely, clasped tightly. Jason doesn’t stir during this, breathing evenly as Dick covers the backs of his thighs with three straps, then does the same with his calves. Jason’s legs cannot split or kick after it’s done.
Dick kisses the back of Jason’s calf, then traces up to smack his lips against the buttocks. He runs a hand over Jason’s soaked pussy, rubbing his juice over his folds and the backs of his thighs.
He then reaches around to pull Jason’s torso up so he can tuck Jason’s bound knees below him, putting him into a kneeling position. Dick folds Jason up—tied knees bent, waist folded forward so his chest is pressed against his thighs. Dick does the final touches to the bondage after this—strapping Jason’s lower legs to his bent torso, securing him into the shape of a ball, folded and compact for delivery.
He gags Jason with a penis gag, aroused by simply watching the shaft slide between Jason’s lips before he locks it in place. He locks a blindfold on Jason.
All done, Dick jams three fingers down Jason’s pussy—now exposed behind him with his legs tucked away and secured to disrupt the motion—fucks them into the wetness. He sighs, rubbing a thumb over Jason’s clit, now engorged and puffy in his sleep.
“Just feel how wet and fat your pussy is, Jay. Just wish your slutty holes are all occupied, don’t you? It’s okay… I’ve got that covered.”
It was hard to pick one toy to use on Jason’s pussy. It couldn’t be too small—Jason deserved more than that, and anything that small wouldn’t satisfy the little slut anyway—and it couldn’t be too boring. The base couldn’t be too big, yet Dick still needed a reliable mechanism to keep it in place while it settled inside.
He’d looked through all the vibration options—the plug for Jason’s pussy had to be shaped like a cock, he’d been sure, but it also needed to contain the best stimulation settings to keep Jason perpetually aroused after Dick put him in his box.
It had been regrettable Dick had to settle for only one model, but it was okay—this wouldn’t be the only toy he would use on Jason, anyway. Dick would change it into newer ones every once in a while. His brother deserved nothing less.
The hot pink dildo has some xeno-inspired design elements to it—the bulging middle section is covered in bumps like a cross between a dragon’s cock and an octopus tentacle. The unevenness would stimulate the inside of Jason’s pussy, and near the base is the bulge of a dog’s knot that can be inflated. This will ensure the thing stays in place.
With one hand, Dick takes the toy, rubbing Jason’s opening with the other. The folds make wet gurgling noises and slip below Dick’s fingers when he spreads them, revealing the pulsating, swollen pink lips.
The tip of the xeno dildo pushes between the lips, slipping into Jason’s pussy, forcing it to open wider. Jason’s breathing turns a little ragged, but he still doesn’t wake.
Dick does it slowly, not wanting to hurt Jason. He keeps pushing until he feels the tip touch the opening of Jason’s womb. Then he pulls back, letting the knotted dildo slide out until just the crown of the tip is inside, then he thrusts it back in.
It gurgles lewdly, making Jason’s cunt spit out more juice, while the pussy walls contract involuntarily around the shaft. Dick fucks Jason’s sloppy pussy with the toy, using him like a sleeve, keeping his balled-up body down with the press of his palm on his back.
Dick does this for a few minutes until he feels the pressure of the cervix give in, and the tip pushes past the gate to enter Jason’s womb. His brother makes a muffled, pained grunt, and his brows knit slightly in his sleep.
“It’s almost over,” Dick whispers, leaving the dildo lodge inside. “From now on… you’ll get used to this, as well as have your ass stuffed and your mouth gagged at all times.”
He takes the pump and fills the base with air so that the knot swells up and fills Jason’s pussy until his hole is enormously stretched. Jason groans in his sleep.
There are two toys Dick has chosen for Jason’s asshole—a string of beads that he pushes one sphere at a time into the hole, and a vibrating plug that keeps his hole sealed so the beads won’t fall out.
Dick tests the vibration settings, putting them on low before slowly moving up. He changes the mode a few times, listening to the distinct patterns of vibration coming from inside Jason’s pussy and ass. Jason moans in his sleep, the sound more like a kitten than a grown man. His pussy leaks out more juice, soaking into the bedsheets.
Finally satisfied with his choices, Dick does the final touches—noise-canceling earmuffs with built-in headphones, making up the only sense Jason will be allowed to have besides the torment on his genitals. The headband is furry, decorated with cute cat ears.
It’s an accomplished feeling to stuff Jason into the oversized suitcase Dick had brought into the hotel room, then fill up the empty spaces with towels and articles of laundry so Jason won’t toss around.
Balled up like this, inside his box, Jason is like a nice mannequin to be toyed with at Dick’s pleasure, and it makes Dick hard just thinking about how he’ll be for Dick’s eyes and hands alone.
Before leaving the hotel room with his luggage, Dick has to relieve his congested cock with his hand, coming inside his palm.
Dick looks at the case he built for Jason—a tiny box, just big enough to accommodate Jason’s body when he’s restrained in his kneeling position, arms tied behind his back.
The box is suspended high in the air with multiple chains. Its inside is well ventilated, heated during the winter, so Dick knows Jason won’t suffocate or suffer severe temperature shifts. All six surfaces are made from pieces of one-way glass so that Dick can admire his handiwork from all directions, watching how Jason will struggle with his bond, his body decorated by pink marks, his pussy clenching pleasurably around the vibrating dildo stuffed inside.
Bruce doesn’t know how to keep someone so precious close. Jason deserves nothing less than being cherished and protected like a prized possession, a decorated piece in Dick’s living room.
Jason is stirring now, slowly coming off the effects of the drug. Dick can tell by the changing of his breathing pattern, the clenching of his arm muscles. Jason is staying still, trying to gauge his situation, but Dick can tell how hard it is to keep still when it becomes clear there’s something vibrating inside of him, keeping his backside occupied.
Jason makes a muffled cry. Confused, then angry. A speaker transfers the noises from inside the case to the outside, so Dick can hear every sob and groan. Jason twists against his bonds, swinging the box, squeaking the straps around his body.
Dick takes the mic from the coffee table and speaks into it.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Jason.”
At those warning words, Jason whips his head around, trying to gauge Dick’s position through his blindfold. Noises of pure rage push through the gag in his mouth.
It’s cute that he thinks he can do anything about his situation.
Jason’s entire body is exposed to Dick—his scar-marked skin, fully naked, his pussy held open by that gigantic knot, gyrating with it. The base of the dildo coils downward, pressing a curved tip against Jason’s swollen clit, tormenting it with vibration. His asshole is held open by the buzzing plug.
His urethra is also invaded by a sounding tube, which Dick had threaded into his bladder and plugged up with a rubber plug to prevent him from soiling his box. It’s filled with urine now, and Jason will have to be relieved soon.
He won’t get that yet. Not for a while—not until his bladder is full, and he’s desperate for release. Dick wants to hear his brother sob and beg for it.
“This is how it’s going to be from now on, little wing,” Dick explains patiently. “You might not see me, but I can see you. How you’re struggling against your bond, how your cunt is all wet and hungry, like a little whore. Know that nothing you’ll do will get you out of that box. You’ll be my personal toy, and I’ll keep you safe.”
Jason’s indignant grunts come through the speaker as he twists some more, making the box sway. Dick keeps it steady with a hand on its side. He tsks into the mic.
“Shh. Be a good boy, okay?” Dick says into the mic, then puts it down.
Jason’s world turns silent, and Dick can almost see the panic running through him, his muscles tensing under his bondage.
To make Jason understand that Dick means business, and that Dick is always watching, Dick takes the remote and maxes out the vibration setting.
Jason yelps as his hips bounce at the assault. He shudders at the buzzing in his passages, the enormous knot holding him open. When he moans, it sounds like weeping and pleading.
“Don’t be like that.” Dick bends low to speak into the mic. “Clearly you’re enjoying yourself. Just look at how soaked you are.”
He’s right—Jason is already sopping wet like a little bitch, quickly leaking his juice all over the one-way floorboard of his tiny prison. What a horny little slut, Dick thinks. He can’t get enough.
Dick stands there with the remote control in his hand until a thrill runs through Jason, his body shaking as he spasms, an orgasm being forced out of him.
Dick doesn’t turn down the toys, so Jason cries and moans through the orgasm, tormented by overstimulation. His body shudders and spasms erratically.
Dick starts his torture again before the aftershock finishes.
He changes the frequency, changes the vibration setting, and keeps watching his brother writhe and tremble from torture and pleasure. Tears soak Jason’s face; pleas and insults that he can’t communicate come out of his gag as muffled groans and uncontrollable saliva.
Dick torments Jason, pushing the box a little to make it sway, making Jason bounce around within its walls, the toys inside him bumping into each other and digging against his sensitive membrane.
Swinging the box with one hand, Dick reaches for his cock with the other.
He keeps his eyes on his brother’s naked, sweaty body as he wraps his palm around his erection. It pulsates in his hand, a hardened, solid thing that bulges slightly in the middle as he strokes it, smearing his pre-cum over himself as he masturbates to his brother’s ruined state.
As Dick does, he watches Jason intently. He licks his lips, enjoying how Jason is writhing around inside the box, twisting and coiling, shaking from arousal. His moaning is like tortured music.
Dick breathes out and lets out a moan of his own, shooting a jet that soils his floor.
Jason will come many more times tonight, Dick has decided. Then he will lock up the remote control and leave Jason on low, so he’s always occupied and aroused, but never satisfied. Only Dick can satisfy Jason.
Jason shudders all over, making the box vibrate against Dick’s palm. His hips roll along with the toys, his juice forming a puddle on the one-way glass.
How Dick wants that mouth and that sopping pussy around his cock! But the time isn’t now—Jason won’t be allowed out until he’s been properly trained.
“Welcome to your new life, baby brother,” Dick says, sluggish and content after an orgasm.
For now, Dick knows he will keep Jason aroused permanently, but he will make sure Jason only comes when Dick is around.
Jason needs to learn his place first.
And he’ll be safe here, as a decorative piece in Dick’s living room—a toy—naked and bound, constantly moaning and writhing. Dick will feel his fears settled every time he walks by the living room, seeing his brother hanging there naked and stimulated.
Dick restarts the toys after Jason is forced to come for a fourth time, face lathered in tears.
“How does it feel?” Dick says. “I know. It’ll be hard for the first week or so, but you’ll get used to this. I promise.”
The noise Jason makes through the speaking sounds like a choked plea, but he already knows it’s long before Dick will get bored and allow him some rest.
Before then, Dick will test how many times he can make Jason come in a single session (with Jason being such a little slut, it’ll probably be a long time before Dick finishes with him tonight). Dick will test a lot of things with Jason. He will finally get to know his brother.
This is Jason’s new life, and Dick means to use every opportunity to make sure Jason enjoys his stay.