Long time no see Sladin fics
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aloneindarknes7Title: The Blondie and Pet
Author: Jordan Herbert
Pairing: Sladin
Fandom: DC
Rating: R
Word Count: 667
Warning: Slash, dub-con, slave/master relationship, slight crossover, AU
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters and that makes me sad sometimes until I realize I can still write using them. Yay!
Author's Note: Written for my Dark Bingo Card "Upset at a higher being," and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
50_darkfics prompt Master. So I just finished a new anime and it inspired this fic. So it's based off of the anime/novel Ai no Kusabi where a computerized being named Jupiter rules the world. Jupiter has introduced a number of strict social rules to society. Among them, social status is determined by hair color, blonde being the highest, down to black or dark brown as the lowest. The Blondies, genetically engineered by Jupiter, are the highest social class and occupy the capital city of Tanagura. They travel to the satellite pleasure city of Midas, which has an independent slum area called Ceres. Under Jupiter's restrictions, the Blondies are sterile and forbidden from indulging in sexual activities. They keep "pets" (young teenagers) for about a year, for purely voyeuristic purposes, before discarding them. Further emasculation is seen in the "Furniture", young boys who serve the Blondies.
Looking up from the new ring to the man that towered over him and continued to hold his hand, he allowed the scowl to cross his face as an act of defiance. His new owner was a very odd looking Blondie. His hair, of course, was the bright blonde color of all the other Blondies, but the man didn’t have it grown out and flowing elegantly down his back like the rest. Instead, his hair was neatly cropped and very short. The man was also missing an eye, which was just unheard of since all Blondies were engineered to look perfect and be without a flaw.
The man grinned, making him shudder and lower his gaze so that he could glare down at his weeping cock and, more accurately, seethe at the new cock ring tightly in place. Robin had enjoyed the few, spare days that he had been on the market, or “between-masters” as the others called it. He had belonged to no one for those short three days; it was as close to belonging to himself as a pet would get.
“You may begin,” the Blondie’s voice stated calmly as the man took a few steps back and sat himself down in a luxurious chair, making himself comfortable in preparation of the show.
He hated that he needed permission to touch himself. But, despite how it made his insides curl and twist with disgust and hatred, he knew that if he pleased his master then it would be easier to please himself.
Sitting down, Robin spread his legs luridly as he licked his palm and fingers, paying extra attention to each digit to ensure that a fine layer of saliva coated each. His other arm stretched back behind him for support as he leaned back and trailed one slick finger down his taught stomach until he reached the tip of his waiting erection. Purposefully teasing himself, he avoided actually touching his cock in favor of tracing along it, outlining its length and girth, and dipping down farther to rub at his sac gently.
He met his master’s single eye before he actually took himself in hand. Opening his mouth to form a perfect ‘o,’ Robin allowed a soft moan to escape his throat as he began to gently fist himself. Soon the room was filled with the slick sounds of his hand and his breathy moans. Robin groaned as he continued to perform for his new master, tossing his head back so that his black hair was no longer sticking to the back of his neck as he continued to steadily grip himself and tugged to a perfect rhythm.
“That’s enough,” his master curtly ordered.
Robin nodded and moved his hand away as he spread his legs open wider, waiting for his master to come and remove the ring momentarily so that he was allowed to finish. His eyes widened as his master simply continued to sit and watch him.
“M-master?” Robin’s voice cracked slightly, heavily laced with his arousal.
“Collect yourself and stand up. I wish to show you to your new room before I leave for a business meeting in ten minutes.” The man stood and stared at the door impatiently.
“Don’t you wish for me to finish?” Robin asked.
“Not yet,” a smirk crossed over his face. “You’re going to have to prove to me that you really want your release, Robin. I know you’ve had two owners before and maybe this act was adequate enough for them, but I don’t want a fake performance. I won’t accept anything except the best from you. Until you’re ready to show me your best, you will suffer.”
Robin’s eyes narrowed as he cursed Jupiter. He had a forming feeling that his new master would be one that he would soon not forget. As he stood on shaking legs, his erection sending waves of pain through his body at being denied a release, Robin knew that he would curse the day Slade Wilson purchased him.
Author: Jordan Herbert
Pairing: Sladin
Fandom: DC
Rating: R
Word Count: 667
Warning: Slash, dub-con, slave/master relationship, slight crossover, AU
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters and that makes me sad sometimes until I realize I can still write using them. Yay!
Author's Note: Written for my Dark Bingo Card "Upset at a higher being," and
50_darkfics prompt Master. So I just finished a new anime and it inspired this fic. So it's based off of the anime/novel Ai no Kusabi where a computerized being named Jupiter rules the world. Jupiter has introduced a number of strict social rules to society. Among them, social status is determined by hair color, blonde being the highest, down to black or dark brown as the lowest. The Blondies, genetically engineered by Jupiter, are the highest social class and occupy the capital city of Tanagura. They travel to the satellite pleasure city of Midas, which has an independent slum area called Ceres. Under Jupiter's restrictions, the Blondies are sterile and forbidden from indulging in sexual activities. They keep "pets" (young teenagers) for about a year, for purely voyeuristic purposes, before discarding them. Further emasculation is seen in the "Furniture", young boys who serve the Blondies.Looking up from the new ring to the man that towered over him and continued to hold his hand, he allowed the scowl to cross his face as an act of defiance. His new owner was a very odd looking Blondie. His hair, of course, was the bright blonde color of all the other Blondies, but the man didn’t have it grown out and flowing elegantly down his back like the rest. Instead, his hair was neatly cropped and very short. The man was also missing an eye, which was just unheard of since all Blondies were engineered to look perfect and be without a flaw.
The man grinned, making him shudder and lower his gaze so that he could glare down at his weeping cock and, more accurately, seethe at the new cock ring tightly in place. Robin had enjoyed the few, spare days that he had been on the market, or “between-masters” as the others called it. He had belonged to no one for those short three days; it was as close to belonging to himself as a pet would get.
“You may begin,” the Blondie’s voice stated calmly as the man took a few steps back and sat himself down in a luxurious chair, making himself comfortable in preparation of the show.
He hated that he needed permission to touch himself. But, despite how it made his insides curl and twist with disgust and hatred, he knew that if he pleased his master then it would be easier to please himself.
Sitting down, Robin spread his legs luridly as he licked his palm and fingers, paying extra attention to each digit to ensure that a fine layer of saliva coated each. His other arm stretched back behind him for support as he leaned back and trailed one slick finger down his taught stomach until he reached the tip of his waiting erection. Purposefully teasing himself, he avoided actually touching his cock in favor of tracing along it, outlining its length and girth, and dipping down farther to rub at his sac gently.
He met his master’s single eye before he actually took himself in hand. Opening his mouth to form a perfect ‘o,’ Robin allowed a soft moan to escape his throat as he began to gently fist himself. Soon the room was filled with the slick sounds of his hand and his breathy moans. Robin groaned as he continued to perform for his new master, tossing his head back so that his black hair was no longer sticking to the back of his neck as he continued to steadily grip himself and tugged to a perfect rhythm.
“That’s enough,” his master curtly ordered.
Robin nodded and moved his hand away as he spread his legs open wider, waiting for his master to come and remove the ring momentarily so that he was allowed to finish. His eyes widened as his master simply continued to sit and watch him.
“M-master?” Robin’s voice cracked slightly, heavily laced with his arousal.
“Collect yourself and stand up. I wish to show you to your new room before I leave for a business meeting in ten minutes.” The man stood and stared at the door impatiently.
“Don’t you wish for me to finish?” Robin asked.
“Not yet,” a smirk crossed over his face. “You’re going to have to prove to me that you really want your release, Robin. I know you’ve had two owners before and maybe this act was adequate enough for them, but I don’t want a fake performance. I won’t accept anything except the best from you. Until you’re ready to show me your best, you will suffer.”
Robin’s eyes narrowed as he cursed Jupiter. He had a forming feeling that his new master would be one that he would soon not forget. As he stood on shaking legs, his erection sending waves of pain through his body at being denied a release, Robin knew that he would curse the day Slade Wilson purchased him.
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