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Sladin Week 2024
Theme: Dominate/submissive.
At Club Twist, you can see it all.
That wasn’t just the clever headline the sex club used as a way to warn participants it allowed full nudity. There was that, but it was also its way of advertising the vast diversity of tastes the regulars could- and did- indulge in. There was something for everyone there at Club Twist, and that meant you never knew what you might see on any given night. Enough nights spent there and a patron was bound to see it all, the good and bad, the vanilla and extreme.
Dick Grayson was himself in fact a semi regular at this club, but from the way his eyes were bugging now, Slade knew he hadn’t spent quite enough nights here to process what was happening in front of them now. Which was comical, because nothing had even happened. Not really. Not yet.
But in this case, he had never before seen Jason like this, in his finest form.
Slade smirked but couldn’t keep his attention on an audience member in the club’s showroom when he had a sub to care for. He moved around to the side of Jason, where he could catch glimpses of Grayson’s face now and then. After all, that was part of what he was here for. What Jason was here for… though he was blindfolded at the moment and unable to appreciate the shock and awe on Grayson’s face that was so plain to see in that moment. Shock and awe was fixed on Dick’s face as he stared up at them on the dais… and some dark jealousy aimed Slade’s way.
‘Yeah, I know you wish you were me right about now, Little Birdie,’ Slade mused to himself as he checked the shackles binding Jason’s wrists high in the air, making sure they were digging into him, but not ripping into him. The thick leather bonds were only lightly padded, to give some bite after a while, but that was what his sub preferred. Slade was sure by the time their little show was done Jason would be whimpering in part because of the pain those alone would be causing him. The chains securing them to the metal ring implanted into the dark red ceiling gave a satisfying clink as Jason lifted further onto his toes, relieving the strain for just a moment before he sank just a half inch once more, up on just the pads of his feet through it all.
Slade caught a few pairs of eyes flick up towards the chains with the sound, but they all returned once more to take in the beautiful body on full display. The trophy Slade was showing off to them. Jason wore not a lick of clothing, muscles and skin and dark hair all he had and all he ever needed to show off with. Slade allowed the viewing of this artwork he currently housed, so long as he was the only one handling it.
It was a very special showing, because Slade hadn’t ever done one with Jason before. He was far from new to this sort of scene, or this club for that matter, but he didn’t usually frequent public displays like Club Twist offered. Jason was much greener to this, both as a sub and certainly as an exhibition piece. He had been all Slade’s for at least the last five months now… exploring his own fetishes and kinks… learning the pleasures of being sent up into subspace. He had been the one who first worked up the nerve to ask Slade to bring him here, to sign them both up for a public display in one of the showrooms offered.
Slade was no fool why Jason had asked for this club, knowing that Dick Grayson was a regular here. Knowing that Jason had once come here on his own once he had come of age for it… and Grayson had walked out on him.
The younger man had been shattered, had clearly hoped this could be something he could explore with someone he already trusted so intimately, aware Grayson was seasoned in this, a reputable dom himself. Jason had probably hoped to finally make something of his boyhood crushes now that he was finally old enough to do so, but Grayson had instead yielded the club to Jason that night, slipping out without even entertaining the idea.
‘Foolish birdie,’ Slade chuckled to himself as he moved around to the other side of Jason’s bound body, slowly. He noted the way Jason’s body tensed at the sound, but what could he do? Where could he go with his arms bound and spread above and his ankles similarly bound and spread apart below. His entire concentration was on keeping himself up on the pads of his feet, as he had been for the past fifteen minutes. Sinking down wasn’t the easy option to take when the tip of a monster dildo was wedged up his ass, just waiting to impale him.
Slade had been more than willing to entertain the second Robin when by fortuitous chance he had caught him leaving the club that first night he gone, and Jason had been familiar enough with Slade and vulnerable enough from Grayson’s unspoken rejection to consider Slade the next best option. Slade had been all too happy to bear that cross.
Slade let his own eyes gaze upon Jason in familiar appreciation, taking in the straining musculature highlighted under his scarred skin, thick thighs parted just enough around the huge dildo secured on a post coming up from the floor. Slade couldn’t wait to see them start quivering with effort. Jason’s nipples were stiff, cock partially hard and fully exposed, hairs likely raised on his arms and neck with the knowledge that he was being watched… no way of knowing by how many people thanks to the blindfold, just that there were undoubtedly people in the room with them, at least a handful of perfect strangers; men and women, doms and subs and casual observers alike. And one set of eyes that were familiar. Because he knew Dick would be here this time.
He had asked Slade to sign them up for this, with real first names, so that Dick would see it posted on the events board ahead of time. He would see Slade’s name next to Jason’s and would make himself show up, telling himself it was some moral duty to see to Jason’s safety. He would be front row center. He would see Jason. See what he had walked away from. Would see what he let Slade do to him instead.
Slade’s own cock was hardening with that shared knowledge, and he did nothing to hide it as it tented the tight jeans he wore. He didn’t dress up for these things in leathers like some doms, had never relied on anything other than his own skills to set a scene and bend a sub to his will. Jeans and a white tee were standard for him, and he knew even dressed so casually he was getting plenty of lustful stares himself from the gathered crowd. A few more curious looks drifted to his eye patch, but not in disgust. Far from.
He moved over to a side table where he had set a few tools upon, picking up a light switch, no thicker than his pinky finger, but about three feet in length. It was a whip-ish little stinger. Fun to start with. And he knew just what he wanted to do to make his sub sweat.
Jason couldn’t see it, didn’t know what the audience was reacting to as a few giggled with excitement or softly gasped in want. He was surely straining to hear any clues from Slade. Slade was kind this time. He gave him a clue when he sliced the switch through the air, the sss sound it cut reaching Jason and causing him to shift his weight back and forth a little with anticipation for the stings it promised to give.
Slade gave him that much knowledge, because even knowing what item was about to be used, neither Jason nor the audience would see just what was coming. He wondered if Grayson could guess.
He couldn’t, apparently, because Dick’s mouth fell open along with Jason’s in surprise when Slade bent down to a knee next to Jason and cracked the switch sharply against the partially exposed bottoms of Jason’s feet.
The obvious impulse in anyone would be to drop down, to protect the sensitive soles from another snap like that, and maybe get some pressure against the stinging pain to ease it. Jason almost did, and the shout he made when he lowered himself just a little more on that greased giant of a dildo, just a little too much and a little too fast, was music to Slade’s ears. He cut the switch across Jason’s soles again as the sub tried to rise up once more. Jason didn’t fall for it this time, but he did whine with the sting as he forced himself to stay raised.
Slade gave him three quick cracks in response, one right after the other across the bottoms of the raised feet, and Jason dared jerk one foot up on the third strike, as much as the ankle chain would allow. He only parted a few inches from the floor. The wrist chains clanked with strain as he used his arms to compensate for holding him up.
“Down.” Slade commanded, firm and gruff. “Now.”
Jason put his foot back down, quick enough to show he wasn’t trying to disobey. He wasn’t trying to be a bad sub. Slade would make him prove that he wasn’t with a steeper challenge after a slip like that. He shortened his grip on the switch until he pinched just an inch between his thumb and forefinger, and then used the fine wooden tip to press into the sole of the foot Jason had dared pull away before.
Jason’s calf twitched, but he held his position this time, even as Slade started tracing the initials of his name against the skin. The tip was sharp enough to scratch, but Jason’s brain was snapping back and forth as the sensitive nerves there lied to him and said they experienced both a carving and a tickle at the same time, causing him to spasm and pull against the wrist cuffs, but he managed to keep planted on the balls of his feet this time.
He was gasping and a few small noises squeaked out of him by the time Slade got done tracing out the N of his last name. Then he cracked the switch over both soles a final time before getting up to trade it out. The yelp that bit into a hiss from Jason at the thwack was very satisfying.
Jason was left with a light sweat on his skin. The soles were resilient though, and none of the hits nor the scratches would show marks on them for long. It had done what Slade intended though, which was to get Jason’s brain to start flooding him with all the adrenaline and dopamine he would need to pave the way to subspace.
That was what Slade really wanted Grayson to see. He could glare at Slade all he wanted, like he was in that very moment, but he was firmly planted where he stood watching, not about to rush in with some delusion of saving the day or stopping the show. He was ready to see more even if he tried to hide that fact.
Slade would give him more. Give both of them more.
He returned the switch to the table, and instead picked up a pair of nipple clamps on a silver chain.
“Yes!” chirped some feminine voice from the audience.
Another feminine but harder voice admonished with a soft “Hush pet,” followed by the soft smack of hand meeting ass cheek. Others in the audience chuckled in amusement.
Even Grayson lost just a little of the tension in his shoulders.
Jason, however, gained some, unaware of what was coming, listening to Slade moving across their slightly lifted stage to stand before him. Slade did not rush because they had an audience this time. As he always did at home, he set his own pace, settling before Jason, unmoving until the moment Jason started to wonder if he had moved, if he had lost track of him for lack of sight. Slade was rewarded for his patience in the slight flinch of surprise when he reached up and ran the backs of his knuckles down Jason’s hardened nipple. Jason’s startle turned into a soft gasp of desire, nipple pebbling like a stone as Slade did it again, teasing it out. His touch was soft, it was sweet.
And then came the sharp bite from the teeth of the clamp.
Jason’s head fully dropped back, exposing a long span of throat as he gasped sharply inward through his teeth, only to let it out in a low and long whimper as he settled into the pain of the bite.
Very good. That was what Slade liked to see, the small surrenders to what he wanted, what he did.
He rewarded his sub, placed a soft kiss against that exposed jugular as his other hand started to play lightly at the other nipple, stiffening it further as well. This time the strain on the arm chains came about because Jason tried to lean forward into the affectionate touches. He didn’t get far at all. Slade bit the other clamp onto him, and Jason tensed and twisted about like this one hit just a little different. He gave a choked shout of pain, but ultimately his cock hardened to fullness between he and Slade. His surrender didn’t naturally come this time, however, as he continued struggling in the cuffs.
Slade smirked, because the only thing more fun than rewarding a good sub was challenging one that was currently struggling.
He stepped to the side, allowed the audience a clear view of the clamps and the little chain draped between the full round pecks. Slade didn’t even attempt to hide a wicked little grin as he hooked his thumb over that chain, and started to pull downward.
Jason first tried to bend forward with it, but the cuffs on his wrists wouldn’t allow it, but he again resisted sinking down on the dildo already stretching out his greased asshole to about the mass of three of Slade’s fingers. The dildo only got wider the further down Jason sank. Slade wanted to take him to about the mass of four fingers. Now.
Slade didn’t stop pulling down on the clamps, Jason’s nipples pulled with them, swollen red in the wicked little metal fangs. Jason gasped, whined, and tried to hold back a few stuttered pleas of ‘no’, but his safe word was nowhere in sight for now. Slade watched Jason’s legs shake, the muscles quiver, and his heels start to fall.
He tried to be slow about it. Tried to ease himself down. His time for that had been used up while he had been trying to keep himself aloft, however. Slade wanted him down now. Wanted that monster cock deeper inside, his rim forced to stretch wider to accept it, because there was no other outcome. Jason was going to be impaled on this dick he didn’t think his body could possibly take, and Slade was going to savor each squirm and whine that led to the inevitable.
The way Dick’s blue eyes were glued to Jason’s hips… taking in the stiff cock there and the disappearing dildo… he was also savoring it, a heat showing in that gaze despite himself. Slade enjoyed the look on him, the faint flush along the little birdie’s neck that disappeared under the collar of the nice polo he had worn here tonight as he watched and wanted.
Slade reached out to grab the knot of the blindfold at the back of Jason’s head and yanked it off him. He should get to see that look in Dick’s eyes too; he was the one who earned it after all.
Jason missed it at first, startled by his vision returning to him so suddenly, the lights and colors of the room, and then taking in the crowd as a whole, the many eyes on him, smiles and hungry looks, the desire all aimed right at him. Jason startled enough to try to back away. A foot slipped out from under him, and Slade very suddenly got his desired outcome as his sub saddled himself on that monster another inch or so.
Jason shouted in surprise and pain, and Slade reached out to grab him around the shoulders, brace him so he didn’t cause actual injury to himself. Just held him, gave him the chance to adjust to it. He’d lift Jason or stop this if he had to if Jason used his safe word, if this was all too much. There was a peddle at the base of the pole the dildo was fixed to that Slade could stomp on to force it to retract. It was similar to an umbrella pole.
Jason gasped. He moaned, and he squirmed when he needed to, but he grit his teeth and glanced out one more time, eyes finding the front row, finding Grayson standing there, watching, wanting, gaze heated and heavy with desire, going between Jason’s eyes to the false cock he had just taken in deep and over everything between.
Slade could see it then, the other inevitability.
One day Grayson wouldn’t reject Jason. He might even just take him. Perhaps he’d try to even take him from Slade before the dom was done with him. One day. Not this day. Slade might just have to hang onto Jason for a good while. Make Dick have to actually put in the work to steal away his sub, to dominate him in ways even Slade hadn’t yet managed.
Jason saw that too, judging by the speed at which his gaze started to glaze, unfocused as he started to slip into the edges of subspace, started to relax a little more on the bonds. To sink even further onto the toy even as tears started to form in the corners of his eyes.
Slade did a reach around to check him, no tears and the shaft and his rim were both still well lubricated. Still, Slade added a bit more to the false shaft, big even in his own large hand, and left Jason’s side once he was supporting himself enough to not just fall on the damn thing again.
Jason’s eyes started to drift beyond Dick, taking in the stares and desire filling the room without anxiety now, just seeing them, experiencing them, letting the weight of them settle him further.
He’d start floating high in a moment. But Slade had just the thing to send him there.
He picked up a new tool, and this time there were no chuckles or gasps as the audience watched. They were as transfixed on Jason as he was on them now. So, when Slade started lubricating the sound he had grabbed, Dick was the first to notice, and understand. Jason was about to feel more filled up than he had ever been in his life.
The look Dick cast Slade was not a glare. It was desire. For the sound, for Slade, for the subspace Jason would be sent to. All of it, none of it. Didn’t matter, Dick was showing naked dark desire in that moment rather than thinking Slade cruel. It made Slide’s cock hard enough to hurt against his jeans as he gripped Jason’s bare cock firmly in one hand and started to introduce the sound with the other.
Jason’s head snapped forward with an odd cry between a scream and a gulp, eyes wide, but unseeing. He was entirely based down to sensations now, and he was feeling everything in extremes as Slade started working the sound into his cock and Jason struggled to get away despite himself. It caused the dildo to slide in and out little by little with each attempt Jason made to get away, working himself open unintentionally from behind as Slade focused on his front. The sound went deeper and deeper, bit by little bit. It filled Jason’s cock as sweat broke out across his whole body, and his thighs shook with exhaustion.
It wasn’t a quick process, but it felt like no time at all and then the sound was in as far as it could go, rounded end a shining ball against the tip of Jason’s cock. A few of the audience actually gave soft applause of encouragement for Jason taking it all.
Jason made it to subspace with that. He settled into limpness, surrendered in Slade’s hold, sank deep onto the dildo, cock stiff around the rod.
Slade started pumping Jason’s cock, drank in the new whines and groans and choked growls that that elicited as Jason’s head fell backward, sweating face turned up to the deep red ceiling. The sound kept him stopped up, but he was rock hard in Slade’s fist. His flesh was hot and firm, cock so stiff with blood it was almost turning purple. Jason was ready to unload but the sound prevented it.
Those tears broke free, and then Jason moaned loud and long, body shuddering with new force.
Slade slid the rod out of him slowly, pumping his cock right behind it, and smirked to himself when cum dribbled out shortly behind the sound once it was out. It dribbled out of Jason into a milky mess upon the floor between his spread legs, further milked out by Slade’s hand as Jason basked in the natural euphoria he was sent to from his orgasm.
His mouth was open wide, everything about him open, raw, used… beautiful.
Absolutely stunning really.
Slade would get him off the stage in a moment, get him off the dildo impaling him, take the clamps off him and get him to a private aftercare room. He’d shower him with praise and assurances until Jason could start to hear and understand them again, and he’d use his fingers and his own cock in Jason to help ease his gaping body as he would tighten back up to a more natural state. He’d let feeling return to Jason’s nipples before he started to lick and suck them in more silent praise. He’d whisper in Jason’s ear about how jealous Grayson clearly was, how he looked like he had wanted to either lick Jason’s cum off of the floor… or force Jason to kneel down and do so himself.
Jason was such a good boy. A good sub.
The crowd around the dais started to clap for the display they had just beheld.
Eventually, begrudgingly, Dick gave a polite clap as well.