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They arrive at the party in a slicked up limousine. Black body, silver rims, lines and highlights like a vintage chevy but longer, sleeker and modernized.
The gathering was for the royal class of Gotham. All of the hotshots would show tonight so of course Bruce Wayne would also have to make an appearance.
Lights flashed as Alfred opened the door revealing the two men inside. A red carpet was strung out outside of the building with railing and guards lining them. There were fans and paparazzi all trying to get the best picture of the most successful person in Gotham and his gorgeous pet.
Bruce stepped out first. His broad shoulders filling out a black suit with red accents. His red shirt popped out and a thin black tie hung from his neck.
His signature smirk graced his square jaw as he saw to cameras. The turn-out was more than usual to watch them walk into the building. But you couldn’t blame them. Tonight was an annual event that promised to be even bigger than the last.
Sure they would be able to see them on their televisions at home later but to be able to get a glimpse at them in person was something else.
“Oh my god there he is!” Screamed a woman in the crowd as an uproar exploded among the onlookers. The guards barely holding them back but Bruce didn’t have anything to fear because he had his own bodyguards as well.
Bruce offered a gloved hand to his prized possession stepping out of the limo and his grin grew even more as he looked upon him.
His muscular slender body looked as if it had been dipped in light gold and sprayed with shimmering glitter. He wore nothing but gold briefs that matched the paint on his skin and a veil. The veil adorned his head, golden and sheer enough to see right through. It fell along his back and shoulders connecting to the golden shackles at his wrists. The shining metal also attached to his ankles.
Another veil covered his face ear to ear but left his vibrant blue eyes exposed completely. Dicks matching gold collar was flush against his neck, the slim gold chain held loosely by Bruce.
Honestly Bruce was always a treat to see but this is what the crowd had come for. Just a glimpse of Dick Grayson, Gotham’s starlet pleasure slave.
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“Just a little more baby bird.” Jason coos into Tim’s ear. Tim can smell the strong scent of smoke on his breath.
The warehouse is dark and the night is cold but the many bodies inside create heat. Even so Tim shivers, naked in front of many watching eyes.
“I can’t… Master Jason… it hurts.” his voice is small, a whisper on his lips so that only Jason can hear his words.
Tim’s arms are restrained behind him with a belt and his legs are tied to a bar under his knees, spreading his legs wide open. Jason sits on a folding chair, cargo pants pulled down to his knees. His hands hold tight to the bottom of Tim’s thighs, holding his weight steady. Tim sits on his lap facing the audience as his master fucks him for all to watch.
“One more time baby bird.” Jason licks the back of Tim’s jaw line trailing up behind his ear, “Cum for me one more time?”
Tim’s shaking and even though he’s going on his fourth ejaculation and his cock is hard and it’s just so sensitive, just to the air and the bobbing motion of his body.
“Master Jason…” Tim sighs out his mouth is hanging open and head tilted back into Jason’s shoulder.
“Cum for me right now pretty bird, show everyone how much you like my cock thrusting deep into you, so hard, so good.” he growls, he rubs himself deep inside of Tim and thrusts with vigor. Tim moans at the sensation, writhing in his bonds.
Tim nods vehemently and tilts his head up, mouth open in a small relaxed ‘o’, asking for a kiss. Jason complies, tilting his head, Tim’s neck bends back even more as Jay messily kisses him roughly. His tongue explores Tim’s mouth everywhere and the invading feeling sends shocks down Tim’s body sending him over the edge making him cum one more time.
Jason cums into him right afterwards as if he’d been waiting for Tim to finish first.
“Fuck…” One of the men watching swore.
“Pay up assholes. You saw it right here. He came four times without me touching his cock once.” Jason’s voice yells in victory as he holds out one of his hands.
He’s still seated on Jason’s lap cock deep as he collects the cash. A good thirty people were watching and all of them payed Jason their share.
“How the fuck?” A second man asked another.
“I’m not even mad.” Another said.
“You think he’d let me fuck the kid?” yet another asked.
“Fat chance!”
“As if!”
The men laughed as they stalked away, having gotten the show they wanted.
Jason unstrapped the buckle restraining Tim’s arms behind his back. Tim stretched his arms but reached up to hold the back of Jason’s neck so that he wouldn’t fall when Jason was untying his legs from the rod.
“You did so well baby bird.” Jason complimented. After untying the boy he lifted him up bridal style and set him on the chair.
He fixes his pants and pulls on the belt, “Can you walk?”
Tim nods stretches his arms and legs as he sits testing them out, “Just give me a minute.”
Jason hums an okay as he pulls out a cigarette, “Good time for a quick smoke then.” He said throwing his leather jacket over to his pleasure slave.
It’s a little big but that’s good because it’s a cold night out and with less people around he can feel the chill in the wind. The jackets very warm as Tim pulls it on.
“Why you hiding the goods?” a burly man asks Jason after watching the exchange. Pleasure slaves weren’t usually granted any actual semblance of normal clothes. The rest of the men have moved on to another show a few feet away not paying them any mind.
“Why don’t you just fuck off?” Jason sneers, “If you want to see him again so bad come to the next show. I don’t want to hear another word from you till then. He’s my property and I can do whatever I damn well please with him.”
“Okay okay Jesus man…” The guy seemed as if he was going to say something more but the death glare Jason was giving made him decide against it and back away slowly back towards the group, “Whatever.”
Jason looked over to Tim who was smirking at him as he huddled inside Jason’s jacket.
“What the fuck are you looking at?” He asks angrily.
Tim shakes his head still smiling, “Nothing at all Master Jason.”
Jason huffed and kicked an empty beer can lying on the floor near his feet, “Get up. Let’s go.” He started walking out of the warehouse into the night.
“Yes Master Jason.” Tim calls following behind.
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The lights went down concentrating not on the stage but on a man sitting on a hoop dangling from the ceiling in the center of the large room. Long cloths and hoops also hung from the ceiling for the performance. The audience members were settled by now after watching a few performances and were seated in round tables all along the floor and the balconies. Bruce sat in a high balcony himself where he could see everything.
The chain on Dick’s collar was removed for the performance and so was the veil covering his face.. He sat perfectly still as the hoop turned round and round. His golden body glowed in the light as if he were a statue of a Greek god. Before the music even started all eyes were glued on him. He was the main event of the night.
A large screen above the stage captured Dick’s face close up. He gave hardly any expression, merely a wistful look.
Soft classical music started to rouse. Piano, strings, flighty wind instruments all light and airy as Dick jumped off the hoop and fluidly swung from one long cut of cloth to the next with ease and grace the camera following him closely wherever he went.
After making one round around the room he ends at the front stage the music stops as Dick slides down two cloths. He tangles his legs in the fabric, one in the left and the other in the right, tugging it to his legs until he was doing splits four feet above the stage.
Dick slowly closed his eyes still expressionless and then suddenly a rush of noise like wind came on and a fast beat. Dick looked up from his position and smiled devilishly out into the audience. Bruce had to laugh a little. He really loved putting on a show.
Dick’s movements were faster now, in pace with his new beat. He brought his legs together started climbing the two cloths once more.
He jumps faster around the room now, a spring in his step and a few flips dispersed. The crowd is mesmerized. Dick finds the table on the floor and slides down one of the cloths and springs over to it making a show of back-flips. The tables have been cleared and Dick jumps right onto it just as the music slows into a sensual jazz-like undertone.
Lex Luthor sits hands clenched to the arms of his chair as Dick kneels on the table before him, so close he was practically on top of him. His legs spread and back arched way back. He’s making direct eye contact with Luthor and giving him an inviting smirk that the big screen camera definitely captures.
Dick runs his hands up into his hair combing it back and making it fall somehow even sexier than it was before. He bites his lip and thrusts upwards in an exaggerated motion. Luthor can see the sweat gleaming from his body and swallows as Dick smoothly grabs his hand. He brings it to his mouth and licks it palm to fingertips, lingering on the fingers for just a moment before dragging them down his ripped exposed body.
Luthor can feel the heat of the boy and the muscles flexing underneath his fingertips. Dick ended the guidance at his crotch where he again thrusted up slow and eager, this time into Luthor’s palm. He moaned loud enough for Luthor to hear as he closed his eyes, long lashes fluttering so beautifully.
The music changes back to a tempoed beat and Dick then straightens. He flips back over to the nearest cloth and climbs up with ease making his trip around to the other side of the room in which he stops where Bruce sits.
He’s in a crouching form on the ledge of the balcony. The music doesn’t slow here, but he runs his hands along the sides of Bruce’s jawline tilting it up towards his face and gives him a playful chaste kiss before making his way to the front once more.
Dick goes back to the two cloths hanging next to each other above the stage. Sliding down quickly this time hanging upside down from his hands, one in each cloth. His legs were pointed up and then fell open in splits one leg forward and the other back.
In a controlled motion he swings his legs around the fabric and lets his hands go. He twirls arms hanging out and falling towards the stage finally doing a double back-flip onto the stage ending with his arms spread and legs together, the joy in his smile palpable.
The audience stands and applauds as he takes a bow.