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Given that his lover was the secret identity of Nightwing, Slade tried very hard to keep his work and his love life separate. But Walden had a way of getting under his skin that left Slade ranting to his sub about how the man was always dragging around one of his brainwashed ‘puppies’ and never let anyone else use their ass, just let his puppy mount them if he was so inclined.
Slade had really thought nothing of the rant besides an explanation as to why Dick was being fucked more mindlessly than usual that day.
He had certainly not expected to open up the door to the hotel room he had hired specifically for his meeting with Walden to find a leather clad kitten asleep on the sofa.
Slade stood in the open doorway for a moment, taking in the sight with shock. There was no denying it was Dick. While the tight, black leather bodysuit covered every inch of defined muscle and hid very little, the hood was loose, more akin to that of a jacket. The small black cat ears on top rested unevenly on the young man's head but it left his handsome, sleeping face exposed so Slade was not about to complain. Dick hands were in gloves with brightly coloured pads contrasting with the black, his feet in tight boots with the same patterning on the soles. A ball gag, rubber but designed to look like a ball of yarn, was strapped into the young man's mouth, droll already collecting around the bottom. As if sensing he had an audience, Dick shifted on the sofa, twisting so that Slade could see the crotch of his suit was closed with a series of loose clasps although the ones over his ass had been left open to allow a long black tail, tipped with white, to curl out. Slade tried to see the distorting of the plug against the suit but imagined Dick had buried it too far inside.
Slade liked his lips and stepped inside the hotel room, making space for Walden and his puppy. The man had no shame, his puppy publicly being walked about on a leash, even through the streets around the hotel. Slade estimated the puppy to be a few years older than Dick, five at the very most, with a slender physique that would have held Slade’s attention if not for the kitten on the couch. The puppy wore a hood to hide his face, a gag shaped like a bone forced into his mouth. The collar he wore tightened when his master tugged and his naked body was wrapped up in a leather harness that pulled red marks across his skin. His cock had been sealed into a tight pouch with a bulge at the base while an enormous plug held a leather tail in his ass.
As Walden moved to get a closer inspection, Slade noticed a small box had been left on the phone stand near the door, a blue padded collar resting on top. It was not like their usual collars, this one looking like it might have been used for a household pet. Inside the box, Slade found a few toys. No doubt Dick had wanted him to have options if he didn't like what the young man had done. Still, taking stock of what Dick had prepared, Slade decided the kitten costume was enough for the moment.
Well, apart from one thing.
He approached, holding the blue collar.
“You didn't tell me you had a pet of your own,” Walden remarked.
As his puppy sniffed along Dick’s spine, Walden gave the tail a soft tug. Dick yelped into the gag, his eyes snapping wide open and staring at Walden.
“My, my. You are a pretty thing,” Walden breathed. “You really have been holding out on me, Slade.”
Slade leant over the back of the sofa. He pressed a finger into Dick’s chin and angled it back, exposing his neck. Slowly he secured the collar tightly into place.
“He's a stray,” Slade said. “Only comes here when he needs feeding. He agrees to be collared and obedient when he's here but when he's not here he's on his hands and knees in some back alley being mounted by some feral thing. I've caught him at it more than once.”
“I could fix that for you,” Walden said.
He gestured down toward his puppy.
“He is incapable of even thinking about leaving me.”
Slade immediately felt his stomach turn. Even if he had fantasies of forcing himself onto the young man, breaking him apart, a large part of the attraction was the defiance, the separation, the fact that Dick Grayson was all but impossible to own. Killing everything that made the young man unique was not an appealing option for Slade.
“I prefer to domesticate the old fashioned way. And given that he was here waiting for me, I don't have a problem with the results,” Slade said. “Shall we get down to business?
“Yes,” Walden said.
Slade watched as Dick seemed to melt off the couch. He had to admit that he had been a little surprised when he had seen the acrobat had dressed up as a cat rather than a dog given that he was so loyal and playful but seeing Dick move, reminding himself of the way the young man danced in and out of his life… Dick certainly was suited to being a cat.
Dick crawled after Slade towards Slade’s office, his hips swinging seductively, swishing the tail between them. Walden let his puppy off the leash and it crowded Dick, sniffing and nuzzling. Dick sent a glance toward Slade but the assassin was rather enjoying the young man being hassled and didn’t order Walden to call back his dog.
Still, Walden seemed to have sensed Slade was watching.
“You'll have to excuse this one. I've been experimenting with their socks and have created a… Well, a cock glove of sorts. It slips over like a condom but allows the cum out. Its main purpose is to allow my alpha puppies to knot their bitches and this one has just been made an alpha.”
Slade had to clench his jaw to keep back the thought of Dick in his tight costume being knotted on the puppy's cock, mewing and whimpering while the two men watched.
“I am not whoring him out until he is domesticated,” Slade declared firmly.
He was definitely not letting Dick walk home after Walden left. If he had to imprison the young man for a few days, it would be better than finding out Walden had snatched him off the streets to make him his latest bitch puppy.
Dick squeaked behind the gag, as if he was shocked that Slade would have even considered whoring him out and Slade reached down, hooking his fingers into the acrobat’s collar, dragging him toward the office.
Dick had really sold the scene. In the corner of the office was a cat bed with a post mounted to it, a chain hanging from the top. Slade dragged Dick over to it and secured the chain to his collar, telling his kitten that if he behaved himself during the meeting, Slade would let him sit on his lap as he and Walden ate.
At the promise, Dick had climbed into the cat bed and curled himself up into a tight ball that had impressively fit. Slade couldn't stop himself from glancing toward Walden to see the man react to such a display of flexibility and smirked when he saw the man was fully tented.
“When you said whoring him out,” Walden said, “it got me thinking about a price. I will pay you twenty thousand for a day with him, permission to do whatever I want and permission to film it.”
“You caught the wrong word,” Slade said, sitting at the desk. “I said I'm not whoring him out.”
Walden took a seat opposite Slade, his puppy sitting beside him.
Slade had little need for money. He had earned more than enough to live very comfortably if he did want to retire. He only would have agreed if he wanted to see videos of Walden and his puppies bitching the young man or else if he wanted to see how Dick reacted to being rented out.
But there was something infinitely more enjoyable about having a toy Walden wanted and keeping it from him.
Their business was conducted quickly. Walden never had much that interested Slade but Slade kept the meetings because he was well aware Walden was a dangerous man. Stories abounded of him abducting people who displeased him, having them brainwashed and then sold to their enemies. Slade doubted that he would succumb to such brainwashing but he had children, friends, a lover, he needed to shield from men like Walden.
And as soon as business was done, Slade declared it was time to eat.
“You shouldn't let your pets up the table,” Walden said, “it makes them think they are your equal.”
There was no mistaking the jealousy in his tone. Walden was a slight man and even if he could handle his puppy sitting on his lap the entire mealtime, he was going to struggle to eat around him. Instead his puppy had been sent into the corner, the plug in his ass vibrating torturously.
Dick sat on Slade’s lap, the assassin's cock stretching his asshole. More than once he had arched back against Slade like the man had scratched some infuriating itch and purred through the gag.
Slade felt a pressure building inside of him each time the young man made such a depraved noise but he refused to cum inside him at least until after the meal was done.
“He's gagged,” Slade said. “And warming my cock. He knows he is not the equal here.”
Still Slade grabbed one of the silk napkins from the table, pushed Dick’s head down and used the napkin to bind his wrists behind his back.
“Now he can't even touch my plate,” Slade added.
He pulled Dick further back onto his lap and the young man took the full length of the assassin inside him. He let out a desperate mew and twisted as much as he could to press against Slade. Still, the assassin could tell from the way Walden shifted awkwardly in his seat that the young man's hooded blue eyes were on him.
“Do you have any other pets I should know about?” Walden said. “I don’t want to find out you're challenging my collection.”
“You don’t need to worry,” Slade smiled, cutting into the steak in front of him.
He had ordered it from the hotel restaurant downstairs. The cook was not as good as the one at the Mercy Hotel where he and Dick normally met but Slade didn’t want Walden knowing about that place.
“My stray is capable of fulfilling all my needs by himself.”
Walden cut a chunk off his steak but merely stared at it, far more focused on the scene before them.
“And how did you acquire this stray?”
“He was trying to break into one of the rooms at a hotel I was staying at. I offered my silence in return for his ass. I kicked him out at dawn the next day and he showed up the next night, saying he had never taken a cock like mine and it was driving him crazy.”
Slade paused before reaching behind Dick’s head to unbuckle the gag.
“Isn't that right, stray? You said you had felt empty all day. I found you'd stuffed an old jar in your ass to try and help. Fucked you with the jar of course so you learnt.”
“Yes, Master,” Dick purred. “You made me stay with you for three days so you could teach me never to do that again. If I want your cock, I have to beg for it.”
Walden cleared his throat and quickly put a piece of the steak in his mouth. He chewed it desperately, looking toward his puppy as if hoping he might be able to get any response.
Slade cut off a strip of steak and held it out to Dick with his fingers.
“You can eat it,” Slade said. “But you will be licking my fingers clean.”
Dick pounced onto the steak, pulling back to chew it. The moment he had swallowed it down, he lurched towards Slade’s fingers, sucking on the gravy coating them, back arching, eyes slipping closed.
Slade sucked at the sensitive skin beneath the young man's jaw.
“May I speak to your friend, Master?” Dick asked in a quiet voice.
“Does he have your permission?” Slade asked, looking at Walden.
“If he comes to sit at my feet,” Walden said.
Dick looked expectantly at Slade who paused, first examining Walden and then Dick.
“If you agree you'll stay the night.”
“Yes, Master,” Dick rushed.
Slade roughly pushed Dick off him, causing the young man to yelp. He pinned him against the table and roughly forced the tail plug back into place. Then he hauled Dick to his feet and gave him a shove. Dick stumbled, unable to steady himself with his hands bound. Still he approached Walden.
“You negotiate with your pets?”
“I am a busy man who actually works for a living, not pays others to do his dirty work. Sure, I could keep the stray locked up in one of my compounds but he's got claws and he'd escape while I am away, meaning the time I could be spending fucking him I would have to spend tracking him down and dragging him back. It's better if he's willing.”
Slade’s words ended just as Dick dropped to his knees before Walden. Walden reached out, combing a hand through his hair.
“How many pets do you have, Sir?” Dick said.
“Currently, five alphas and twenty-one bitches.”
“But the gender doesn't matter? The bitches can be male or female?”
“All male,” Walden said. “Why? Would you like to join them?”
“No, Sir. Where do you keep them?”
Walden brought his hand back and smelt it.
“My island. It's in the Pacific Ocean, tropical enough that clothes are not required. I live there with my pets and normally only take one or two travelling with me. The prisoners I intend to sell also are there. It's something of a farm, really. A lot of the prisoners I sell are brainwashed into cows or pigs. I think I'll brainwash you into the farm cat.”
Slade stood, aware that the atmosphere in the room had suddenly changed. Walden smiled down at Dick.
“Master isn't letting you take me.”
“Yes. But that was when your master had a choice,” Walden declared. “You both have lied to me and I don’t take very kindly to lying.”
“Lied?” Dick breathed.
Walden lashed out like lightning. He tangled a hand into Dick’s hair, pulling him closer.
“Yes,” Walden snarled. “You and your master keep talking like you're homeless. At the very least broke. But you use shampoo that costs more than your master's. I recognise the smell. One of my pets used it before I took him.”
Walden hauled Dick up by his hair, the young man sending a terrified glance toward Slade. Slade drew his pistol, levelling it at Walden. He snarled.
“I have guards waiting in the lobby. If you kill me, they'll kill you both. The only way you both get out of this alive is if this little liar comes with me.”
“We didn’t lie!” Dick shouted.
“That is quite enough out of you.”
“Roy. Roy Harper,” Dick suddenly said.
“What?” Walden replied.
“I spent last week with Roy Harper. He had drugs so I let him keep me for a week. He said I stunk so he made me shower multiple times. His dad or whatever is super rich so his shampoo is probably fucking expensive. His drugs certainly were.”
Walton stared at Dick. Then he unceremoniously shoved him toward the table. Dick caught himself after a single step and backed away from the man.
“You'd better think about keeping your little stray locked away for a bit,” Walden said as Slade lowered the gun. “I am going to be staying in the city for a little while and if I see him again, he'll be coming back with me.”
And then Walden clicked his fingers. His puppy bounded over to him and soon they were gone. Slade rushed to Dick, freeing his hands.
He knew he was Nightwing but clearly Dick didn’t want to risk compromising his identity.
“Roy Harper, huh?” Slade questioned after checking Dick was physically okay.
“He's a friend. He'd never fuck me.”
“You sound disappointed,” Slade remarked.
Dick glowered at him. He reached up to pull off the collar but Slade caught his hands.
“Walden's right. You should stay here for a few days. I can protect you.”
“I have stuff to do this week. And Walden isn't going to come after me.”
A week later, Slade was watching the news. Michael Walden, criminal mastermind, had just been taken down by the Teen Titans. All the prisoners had been rescued. Footage showed young men wrapped in sheets being gently guided from the Titans’ ship into a hospital, Nightwing carefully helping some along.
It was going to be a hard fought battle, Slade knew. Walden's type of brainwashing was not easily undone.
For a moment he thought of the horror of seeing Dick amongst them, slack-jawed and empty, reacting to every touch with a flinch because in his mind only Walden had the right to touch him.
Slade pulled out his phone. The next he sent was brief but covered all the points.
‘Should never have let you near Walden. Should not have made jokes when you were shaken. Apologies.’
He sent the text and sat back to watch the news. There were plenty of victims Walden had already sold but he had kept good ledgers of his business and the police were creating a team to track down the rest.
His phone buzzed.
‘Apologies accepted. Seen news? Victory sex??’
‘Come over now. Wear kitten costume.’