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This whole ordeal wasn’t all that surprising. Slade has done much more… out there things. Really, Wintergreen aught to get him checked into a mental hospital.
“Nightwing is going to train Rose?” Wintergreen asked slowly.
“Yes,” Slade nodded, taking a sip of his whiskey. “Honestly, I think it’s one of my better ideas… what? Don’t agree with me?”
The moonlight poured into the dark room, casting them in a vague sort of light, Slade was in a robe on his big, lavish bed, staring at him with a smug smirk. Wintergreen sat at the end of the bed, looking back at Slade. He was wearing a sweater and jeans. Their relationship was a bit complicated for the average person, it always was. Some days Wintergreen was Slade’s friend, the next he was oh so loyal servant, the next he was something akin to a lover.
Whatever they were, the label didn’t matter. Tonight, Wintergreen was just his old friend.
“It’s not one of your worse ideas. Far from it, but…” he gave him a small sigh, tilting his head to look Slade in the eye. “You can’t expect this to go very well.”
Slade waved him off, “I know Grayson is in some sort of fluke, his daddy trained him too well to randomly break bad. All that matters is that he trains Rose, she needs someone other than me and you.”
“The idea of Rose getting a more positive influence is nice,” Wintergreen agreed. “Hope the poor girl doesn’t get attached, however.”
His old friend grunted into his glass as he raised it to his lips. “I hope I’ve trained her well enough for that not to be the case.”
Wintergreen was quiet for a moment, tracing Slade’s figure with his eyes. Tussled hair, trimmed beard and his robe open to show his pectorals. His eyepatch was on, he never really took it off, Wintergreen’s only seen the socket a hand full of times. Slade didn’t get tired— not really, not like Wintergreen, anyway. But he seemed about ready to sleep, and Wintergreen wasn’t about to interrupt that.
He rose from the bed, stretching lightly when he felt a bit of pain in his back. Slade raised an eyebrow at him, visibility getting more comfortable on the bed.
“Not gonna stay in here tonight, Billy?”
“Not tonight, Slade.”
Reading Slade was a bit easier for him than most people, after all the years. The slight twitch downward of his lip, the eye that momentarily darted downward to his glass of whiskey— Slade was disappointed.
“Good night, then.”
“Good night, Slade.”
The next day, Wintergreen found himself face to face with the former boy wonder, now sporting an all red and black outfit, with a mask that completely covered his forehead and pushed his bangs up. He was shifting around from foot to foot, apprehensive about the whole thing. Grayson was guarded as well, his posture so stiff that Wintergreen almost thought he was a soldier.
Well, he supposed that in a way, he is.
Either way, it wasn't particularly odd for Wintergreen to see a fully dressed vigilante/mercenary in Slade’s mansion. Not at all. Though, Slade was just wearing a black button up and slacks, Rose was wearing gym attire. Wintergreen was wearing a long button up as well, almost matching Slade, but not quite.
Slade looked quite pleased when he leaned against the dining room table, putting a hand to it as he looked over Nightwing.
“Hello, Nightwing,” Slade drawled, utterly smug with Rose next to him.
Wintergreen crossed his arms as he looked on at the affair, to the side next to Rose.
“Not calling myself that anymore, Wilson,” the younger man practically spat.
“Oh, really?”
“It’s Renegade now.”
Wintergreen had to withhold his snort of laughter. It seems like Rose and Slade were trying to as well. Really, it sounded like only a name a hero would come up with.
“Renegade,” Slade repeated, his tone a bit mocking. “Right. We’ll see how long that lasts.”
“Slade,” Wintergreen interjected. “Mocking the boy is pointless when he’s doing you a favor.”
“Yeah, I’m inclined to agree,” Renegade scoffed with a humorless laugh. “I’m here for your daughter Slade, not to argue with you like children.”
Wintergreen looked over to Slade— he seemed mildly disappointed. Not very surprising, Slade always loved some good banter.
“Mm. Right,” Slade said dryly, putting a hand on Rose’s shoulder possessively. She looked at him, momentarily curious before putting her attention back to Renegade. “While you’re here, Renegade, I don’t want any bullshit about your stuck up morality, okay? Now that you’re a ‘bad guy’ now, I’m sure you understand.”
“Got it.”
“Good,” Slade squeezed Rose’s shoulder and tilted his head as he looked at Renegade. “You can show him our gym, can’t you, kitten?” He asked his teenaged daughter.
Rose looked up at him with a sweet smile on her face, happy for the affection. “Sure, dad. Come on, Mr. Renegade,” She said amusingly, chuckling to herself quietly as she turned heel and walked away.
Renegade followed her, but not without eyeing both of the older men up… suspiciously? Wintergreen couldn’t exactly tell, but he did hear the young man huff as he walked away and Slade—
Slade was looking at his ass.
Billy blinked twice to make sure he was seeing this correctly, but no. He was right. Slade had turned his head in the direction of Renegade walking away, angling his head very obviously in a way that showed exactly where he was looking. His wolfish smirk only grew too, his expression turning positively hungry.
He balked at Slade’s explicitness, but quickly schooled his expression. This shouldn’t be very surprising to him, Slade has always had the tendency to sleep around, and Wintergreen and Slade’s partnership has never changed that, they were allowed to have sex with anybody they wanted. And of course… sometimes Slade has had the tendency to lust after people who are a bit on the younger side.
A character flaw he hasn’t seem to gotten rid of.
Whatever, as long as the boy is willing and Slade won’t be provocative in front of Rose, it didn’t matter. Wintergreen raised an eyebrow as Slade looked back to him, that toothy grin still in place.
“Billy,” Slade said, leaning further back onto the table, now with both hands.
“Hm?”
“Let’s tag team him.”
“What?” Wintergreen asked, surprised. If anything, Wintergreen expected Slade to ask for permission or make a sly remark about the man, not… not that.
Slade shrugged casually. “It’s not like it would be the first time we’ve sandwiched someone in between us, we did it a few months ago with that prostitute—”
“A consenting straight woman in her 40s, yes,” Wintergreen deadpanned. “We’re talking about a 25 year old man who doesn’t even seem to be into men.”
“Oh, is that what you think?” Slade asked, obviously amused. He pushed off the counter and sauntered over to Wintergreen, casually fiddling with the collar of his shirt and disregarding Wintergreen’s personal space. “I didn’t know straight men liked to get plowed into a mattress by me,” he shrugged.
Wintergreen blinked as Slade thumbed one of his top buttons. “Really? When?”
“Mm,” he made a noncommittal noise. “Month or two ago. Kid called me up with this…” Slade inhaled a breath sharply, as if he was delighting in the conversation they were having. “…whiny tone, really out of character actually. When I got there, thought he was drugged or something— tested it out, turns out he wasn’t. Looked up at me with these stubborn little eyes as he sucked me off, like he was trying to turn fucking into a fight, heh. Anywho— Renegade has got one tight ass on him, think you’d have fun with him.”
The older man breathed in deeply as Slade began to trace his jaw with a finger, pressing up against him lightly. He was trying to convince him by making him aroused, it seemed.
“And how do you know he would be open to this?”
“A feeling. Hey,” Slade shrugs. “If he says no, he says no. We can find some other twink with daddy issues.”
“That’s not the definition of twink, Slade,” Wintergreen said with an amused smile.
“It’s not?” He muttered, taking his finger off Wintergreen’s jaw. “He’s young and pretty, what else could it mean?”
“He has too much muscle.”
“Whatever,” Slade scoffed, roaming his touchy hands down to grope at Wintergreen’s biceps. “But— just think about it, Billy. Let me tell you, that face is fucking beautiful when it’s flushed and exhausted. He pants and moans and whines like he’s a star of a god damn porno,” he said lowly, trailing his hands upward to rest at his collarbone.
Okay, maybe Wintergreen could be convinced.
“Yeah?” The British man asked, snaking a hand to Slade’s ass and palming it. “How good was his ass, Slade? Did it feel better than me fucking you?”
Slade gave a gruff chuckle, leaning into his old friend and nipping at his jaw. “And If I said yes?”
“Well, then you’d be lying, sir.”
“Says who? You’re awful at sex. So boring, always making me sleepy, I’d probably get a better orgasm from the toaster—”
Wintergreen quickly shut Slade up with a kiss, and felt his old friend grinning against him. Wintergreen’s mustache tickled Slade’s lip and Slade’s beard scratched at his jaw. They’ve joked about it a few times— that like this, they have a fully complete goatee. They parted fairly quickly, Slade giving him a particular look that Wintergreen knew was lust.
“Let’s move out of here, hm? Wouldn’t want dear Rose to see her father debauched.”
“Oh, she’s accidentally seen that plenty of times, she’s fine.”
“That’s not a good thing, Slade.”
These two old men… they were totally trying to fuck him, weren’t they?
He’s been staying at Slade’s… mansion, he guesses, for a few days now. And Dick wasn’t lying when he said he was here for Rose. The thought of possibly being able to shift Rose away from Slade’s whole… sladeness was incredibly appealing. Even if he wasn’t exactly a good person anymore not after—
Not after all of that.
Dick barely slept anymore, he just couldn’t. He slept an hour at best and in the early morning stared at himself in the mirror with self pity and loathing, staring at the creature he turned him into. And her.
But that didn’t matter anymore. Not really. On his third day, he got out of bed at 4 am, stretching his limbs and heading to the kitchen for a glass of water when he saw… well he saw something he didn’t expect to see, that was it.
Dick paused in the doorway when he saw it— the older man Dick knew as Slade’s military friend, Wintergreen, sitting at the dining table with his legs spread, his head tilted back and lip bitten, slacks unbuttoned. And Slade— Slade was fucking kneeling. in front of him, fully clothed in a tight black shirt that showed off every inch of his muscles and he bobbed his head up and down, his hair being tugged on by Wintergreen. The noises were a bit obscene, and Dick’s wondering how Rose hasn’t woken up yet by the squelching and quiet moaning.
Slade was just… he was just sucking his friend off in the middle of the dining room at 4 am like it was casual, like it was nothing.
He felt his face heat up as Wintergreen began slamming his cock into Slade’s mouth, essentially face fucking him. Slade took it well, seemed to enjoy it even, because Dick watched as he leaned into it, squeezing Wintergreens thigh and moaning.
Dick didn’t even know Slade could be submissive in anyway shape or form, he was so brutal when he fucked him, so smug and almost violent in his domination. He swallowed thickly at the sight, his cock throbbing as he resisted the urge to palm his bulge or run back to his temporary room.
Both men were objectively attractive. Wintergreen was a tad bit older than Slade, but he was a bit more polished than the man, a bit regal in his nature. Had a smooth British accent and a wonderful build, a nice mustache too. Oh, and he was much nicer to talk to than Slade.
And Slade— well. Dick already knew Slade was attractive, god, who didn’t know that?
Wintergreen groaned huskily, and Dick watched in horror as the man cracked an eye open and immediately stared at him. His mouth became quickly dry and he froze in his spot, probably seeming like some perverted voyeur.
“Oh, hello there,” Wintergreen said in that smooth accent, momentarily stopping his motions. “Slade, it seems your boy is a bit of a voyeur.”
His boy—?
“Ah— uh… sorry, I’ll just— uh—” Dick stammered, putting his hands in front of him in a surrendering position, backing up a step as he tried to ignore the tent in his pants.
He was quickly cut off by Wintergreen looking him in the eye and smiling almost sweetly before thrusting his cock down Slade’s throat again. And Slade— Slade groaned around the man’s dick, bucking his own hips into the air to get nonexistent pressure.
“Apologies, Renegade,” Wintergreen panted out. “You know how needy Slade can get. Right?”
“Uh— right,” Dick cleared his throat, politely looking away. “Um. Goodnight— morning— uh… bye.”
Then he found himself practically running back to his room. He pressed his back against the wall and moaned softly, hastily shoving down his pajama pants and shoving his hand down, groping his erection and bucking into his hips. He bit down on his lip to muffle the whine that threatened to pass it.
The next time was more subtle. Or maybe Dick is just crazy.
Dick had been reluctantly eating meals with them— albeit a bit detached from their odd family(?) dynamic. It was some hours after Dick walked in on that blow job, and Wintergreen was cooking up breakfast for everyone. He was curious to what Wintergreen was to Slade, sometimes he was acting like a butler, sometimes a husband.
With his gaze set firmly to the ground in an effort to ignore the elephant in the room, Dick drank his cup of coffee in his seat while Rose rattled on about some things that excited her next to him. Slade sat across from her, maybe listening. Naturally, Wintergreen sat next to Slade.
He was zoning out to the sound of chatter and sizzling of sausage, absentmindedly taking sips of his bitter coffee, looking at nothing.
“-gade. Renegade!” Rose’s pestering came to his ear.
“Hm?” Dick blinked, looking up to her.
“Daddy wanted to know how you slept last night,” she said casually, leaning up against her arm.
“I—” he looked towards Slade, who had a blank expression on his face. Always so damn unreadable. “I slept fine.”
“Really?” Slade asked with faux surprise and interest. “You’ve got dark eye bags, I know some better sleeping techniques if you need them.”
Some… what?
“I think you should just drug yourself,” Rose added. “Way faster than all that hippie shit.”
He heard Wintergreen laugh and clack his heels over to them, miraculously holding four plates at once. “I have to agree with Slade,” he said as he placed Slade’s plate down first (completely loaded with breakfast food, Dick assumes the man burns calories off extremely fast.) “He’s good at things like that, I, however, might be better.”
What…? Dick blinked as Wintergreen set down a plate of waffles in front of him.
“What the fuck are you guys even talking about?” Rose asked crudely.
“Renegade’s a newly formed methhead. It’s a metaphor,” Slade joked as he cut into his eggs. “Thank you, Billy, this is delicious.”
“You’re quite welcome.”
Dick felt one and half pairs of eyes on him as he dug into his breakfast silently with a flushed face.
The next time, it was the middle of the day after Dick taught Rose.
She was progressing pretty well, especially on the streets. Less has she been aiming for lethal points, and has been focusing more on getting the opponent down to the ground instead of 6 feet under. Dick didn’t know why Slade thought it was a good idea for him of all people to train her if Slade only wants a fellow mercenary out of her, but it doesn’t matter. If he gets the opportunity to steer her away from the direction of senseless murder, that’s an all around good thing in his book.
Dick panted lightly as he left the gym, a towel around his neck to gather sweat off him, Rose was beside him.
“If you’re a bad guy,” she said with crossed arms and a thoughtful look. “Why the hell are you teaching me non lethal stuff?”
“You need to learn both,” Dick responded. “Sometimes you’ll need information out of a person instead, or rescue a hostage as a part of a job. I guess your father realized he wasn’t well equipped to teach things like that anymore.”
“Anymore?”
Dick stayed silent, he wasn’t going to get on Slade’s bad side right now by yapping about his two sons, it was one of the only things that got under the man’s skin.
“Nothing,” he ended up saying. “Slip of the tongue.”
She eyed him suspiciously, eyepatch wrinkling around her narrowing eyes. “Okay,” she slowly. “Whatever. I need a shower, see ya later teach,” Rose said as he began walking away from him.
“Bye.”
Renegade huffed as he eyed the swords on the wall. Slade still didn’t know how to parent children it seems. He put his hands on his bare hips— he decided to shed his shirt halfway through the training, his sweat was soaking through too much. Rose didn’t seem to mind, commenting how she didn’t really have a proper sense of boundaries from growing up in a ‘whorehouse.’
Her words, not his.
He was about to head upstairs to take a shower when suddenly, extremely quiet footsteps were behind him. He blinked, surprised at being caught off guard before he found himself quickly being sandwiched by two brick walls. Two sets of hands were on him, one behind him, squeezing his shoulders, and one in front of him, lightly running along his waist.
Dick nearly jumped out of his skin, stammering with confusion as he came face to face with Slade sneering at him.
“Hello Renegade, how was class today?” Slade asked him as he ran a finger down his abs.
“Wha— what the fuck are you guys going?” Dick choked out with a heated face.
“You’re tense,” a smooth British voice behind him said as he began rhythmically squeezing his shoulders. “Thought we could offer you a massage.”
Wintergreen’s thumbs dug into Dick’s stiff muscles and he bit back a groan at the mild pleasure-pain, darting his eyes around Slade’s form. Neither of them were undressed in anyway that he was, but it didn’t feel like that.
“This is a bit— ahh… unconventional for a massage,” Dick managed to get out.
“Don’t like it?” Slade asked lowly, taking ahold of his chin and stroking it gently.
The position was too intimate, too intense. Wintergreen behind him, working out kinks in his aching muscles and Slade staring at him as if he were a piece of meat. Dick squirmed in between the two older men.
“Gotta take a shower,” he panted out.
At that, Wintergreen’s motions suddenly stopped and he felt both of the men back away from him a bit.
“That’s good, you smell like shit, kid,” Slade said casually, as if he and his friend weren’t just groping him two seconds ago.
Dick scoffed incredulously, “Yeah, so do you asshole,” he shot back.
A hand fell on his bare shoulder again. Dick blinked, looking towards Wintergreen, who also had a hand on Slade’s shoulder.
“No need to fight,” Wintergreen said in a warning tone. “I’ve got lunch ready, come to kitchen once you’re done.”
“Right— uh…” he looked towards Slade, who was acting surprisingly compliant. “Thanks.”
He may or may not have ended up jerking off in the shower.
The next time— well, the next time, Dick just asked like a normal person.
It was a long night on the streets with Rose, and Dick came back, his new costume sticking to his skin with sweat like superglue, and of course, Slade and Wintergreen offered to drink with them. He accepted the drink after he poured the whiskey himself into a glass and watched both men take a sip before him.
He saw Rose in the background sneaking off with a bottle of wine and a grin, and didn’t call her out on it. Slade probably knew already, anyway.
“Not gonna take off your costume, Renegade?” Slade asked gruffly, settling into his plush couch next to Wintergreen. Dick was sitting in a lofty chair.
He sighed grumpily, his face already flushed at the innuendo. “Are you two trying to fuck me?” He asked bluntly.
Neither man seemed all that phased by the question. In fact they seemed a bit amused.
“Yeah,” Slade snorted, leaning back into his seat casually, spreading his legs in the process.
“Is it working?” Wintergreen asked curiously, mustache curling upward with his smile.
“I—” Dick laughed incredulously, a little ticked off, a little aroused. “Why not just ask y’know, like a normal person?” He shook his head and took a sip of the smooth whiskey, noticing the way it burned down his throat. “Don’t know why I’m expecting you to be normal though. If you met Rose when she was a baby you would’ve stuck a sword in her hand instead of a rattle.”
Slade wasn’t very impressed with his little joke. “Says the child soldier.”
“Both of you are child soldiers,” Wintergreen chided in. “So, Renegade? What do you think?”
Dick swallowed down a lump in his throat and darted his eyes between Wintergreen and Slade who were watching him expectantly. Eventually, his gaze fell down to the glass of whiskey in his hand. “Like I said, you could’ve just asked… but sure.”
Slade looked incredibly smug at the answer, glancing at Wintergreen for a moment as if to say, ‘told you so.’
“Yeah?” Slade lowly said, his eye dragging along his figure with a smile. “Want both your holes filled, boy?”
“Jesus,” Dick chuckled a bit nervously, taking a sip of whiskey. “Never said I would bottom. A bit presumptuous of you.”
“Well, will you?” Wintergreen asked.
Yeah. Yeah he will.
Dick found himself getting undressed in Slade’s (or Wintergreen’s?) large bedroom. With a bit lip and a half chubbed cock, he removed his Renegade attire as the two older men stripped themselves as well.
A hand squeezed his ass while another brushed his bangs out of his eyes. Dick bit down on his lip as he began to feel Slade nipping at his neck, beard scratching at his scarred skin. Wintergreen smiled down at him, running a thumb down to his jaw. Both men were slightly taller than him. Slade was definitely bulkier than Dick, but Wintergreen seemed to have to same amount of muscle mass as Dick does.
“Handsome man,” Wintergreen appraised him. “Have you done something like this before?”
“I—” he inhaled sharply with Slade suckled on his neck, bringing his other hand (the one that wasn’t groping his ass) to squeeze at his bare chest. “Yeah, but, it was with women.”
Wintergreen’s eyes crinkled at the edges as he smiled, upturning in a pleased way. “Don’t worry, Slade and I will take good care of you.”
“Yeah?” Dick asked breathily. “Prove it, then.”
He felt and heard Slade chuckled on his neck, right against his ear. He shivered at the vibration, and found himself leaning into Wintergreen’s light touch.
“Oh, Grayson,” Slade sounded utterly amused. “Your pretty little ass is getting destroyed.”
“Doubt it,” Dick chuckled, offering him a challenge. “Don’t know if two old men like you guys can even keep up.”
Suddenly, a hand was on his jaw, opening it up with a tight grip. Dick let out a small noise of surprise, and then two fingers were slotting themselves in his mouth. In instinct, he wrapped his lips around them and suckled gently, looking up at Wintergreen with a confused expression.
“Is that a challenge?” Wintergreen asked.
“Sounds like one to me,” Slade before nipping at his ear.
Wintergreen pulled his now spit coated fingers out and rudely wiped them against his face. At the audacity, Dick blushed and scowled, already feeling his he’s been cornered into a trap by two predators.
“How would you feel about blindfolds, Renegade?” Slade whispered against his ear. “Maybe some rope? You want some military men to dominate you, hm?”
“If you want someone helpless, I’m probably not your best option.”
“You’re not saying no,” Slade grinned.
“And I think you’re rather helpless like this,” Wintergreen commented. “How would you get away? Two older experienced men and a young man with nowhere to go.”
Dick shivered at how demeaning they were being, his cock throbbing. “I’m fine with it,” he rasped out eventually.
“Good boy,” Slade growled behind him.
Wintergreen smirked and laid a kiss on the corner of Dick’s mouth, petting his jaw like he was a god damn pet. He felt like one with how they were acting, cooing at him and saying things in such condescending tones, like he was a stupid dog that couldn’t understand him.
“Get the lube and prep him, Slade,” Wintergreen demanded.
Dick felt Slade huff at the command, but surprisingly, he followed through anyway. The older man peeled himself off of Dick’s back and he heard him make his way towards some sort of drawer or cabinet and click it open.
“Who do you want inside you, Renegade?” Wintergreen asked as he snaked a hand towards his own cock and seemingly squeezing it gently. The length was thick, with some trimmed pubic hair at the root of his cock, less coarse than Slade’s. He swallowed thickly at the sight, feeling his own cock twitch.
“I…” he bit his bottom lip, thinking. “I guess Slade first,” he responded. Slade was more familiar to him, Dick knew what to expect— AKA: getting railed into the mattress by a veiny cock that made him scramble for purchase.
“Aw, Slade did you hear that?” Wintergreen asked, directing his attention towards his friend. “The boy actually likes you.”
His face burned with shame at that, biting down at his bottom lip harder and looking down.
“Told you so, Billy,” he heard Slade said as he made his way towards him. “I’m way better at fucking than you are.”
“I beg to differ,” Wintergreen responded. Then, he turned his attention back to Dick and smiled. “Oh, are you feeling shy now, Renegade?”
He scoffed in response, “No, I’m no—”
Two wet fingers teased at his rim and he inhaled sharply. Dick jutted his ass out slightly, encouraging Slade to push inside. The older man did and hid thick fingers stretched his ass to the brim, filling him up deliciously. Dick had to bite his lip to stop from crying out, his cock aching and dripping.
“Fuck,” he whimpered, resting his forehead against Wintergreen’s shoulder.
“Can’t take it already, Grayson?” Slade asked mockingly. “So tight, too. You been a good whore while I was away? Didn’t let anyone into your hole?”
Dick felt as Slade angled his two thick fingers to jam against his prostate and he whined at the sudden pleasure against Wintergreen, who laughed and brought his hand to Dick’s hair.
“Fu— ah— fuck you, Sla— mmngh!” Slade punched his fingers into Dick’s prostate again and the pleasure was nearly blinding as he cried out, rocking his hard cock forward against Wintergreen to get some pressure.
“Aw, Slade, you’re teasing the poor boy,” Wintergreen cooed in faux concern. “Look at him, he might just start crying.”
Slade laughed behind him meanly, beginning to scissor the two fingers together while slowly thrusting in and out. The wet noises that began because of that were extremely lewd, and the feeling of someone watching him and Slade burned his cheeks with embarrassment and arousal.
His fingers dug into Wintergreen’s shoulders as the man ran his fingers through his hair, almost like he was soothing a wild animal. Slade pushed in a third finger and Dick whined, bucking his hips backward and trying to fuck himself on Slade’s fingers.
“Come on—” he panted out, his voice a bit breathy. “I’m r-ready, I’m— ohh…”
As if making some sort of point, Slade thrusted against his sweet spot one last time before pulling away and giving his ass a light smack. Dick hissed. It wasn’t exactly painful, but it was definitely surprising, and exactly something an asshole like Slade would do.
“Get on the bed, then on your knees,” Slade instructed with a shit-eating grin. Dick’s eyes darted down, to where Slade was holding a blindfold and black rope.
Dick looked at him with half lidded eyes, “You guys gonna hog tie me or something?” He half joked.
“Yep,” Slade responded. “Then, we’re going to throw you in a van and then—”
“Slade,” Wintergreen interrupted sternly. It shut Slade up relatively quickly, his rambling devolving into a snort. Wintergreen looked towards Dick. “On the bed, pretty man.”
Despite himself, Dick found his head nodding in compliance, his body moving on his own. He warily kneeled on the bed, holding his wrists together behind his back before they even needed to ask him. From here, Renegade watched as Slade groped Wintergreen’s pec, eying him up like he was dinner.
After a small moment, Slade walked behind Dick and traced his finger tip along his spine, Dick shivered, and found Wintergreen to be next to Slade, watching their every move.
“Blindfold or rope first, Renegade?”
“Uh…” he swallowed a lump in his throat. “Rope.”
Dick knew he could get out of either if he wanted to, if they were actually planning to do something with him non-sexually, or if this was an elaborate trap. Dick will test to see if the rope is bondage tier, or kidnapping tier and then they’ll see about the blindfold.
“Oh, good boy,” he heard Wintergreen say.
God, how did he get here?
“Oh he is, isn’t he?” Slade asked his friend as he wrapped the rope around Dick’s wrists. The texture was smooth, soft almost against his long sense calloused skin. “So obedient for us…”
Dick swallowed down a whine at the words, his cock dribbling down pre-cum from his tip. He felt as Slade began slowly tying his wrists together, further enveloping him in the rope. It wasn’t very tight— well, for him at least, maybe it was tight for the average person, but Dick knew exactly how to get out of the knot. His wrists squeezed together subtly, and the odd texture of it made him shiver.
He tugged on the rope a bit, trying to see if he should worry about something bad happening tonight. Dick had Kory tie him up once for fun, they were both into it but they never really tried it again so he didn’t have the most experience in this field… but it seemed to him like the same standard. Easy to get out of for him, but enough to put some arousing pressure on his wrists.
“Blindfold now?” He heard Wintergreen ask.
“Mhm…” he breathed in deeply, straightening up his shoulders. “Yeah.”
He felt a hand on the nape of his neck, almost tickling the small amount of hair there, before trailing up to his cheek. Then, he heard the small swish of fabric and his vision began to slowly darken, the blindfold being set over his eyes. Slade tied it in the back, also an easy to get out of knot.
Renegade bit down on his lower lip. He couldn’t see, couldn’t move properly, Slade and Wintergreen could do whatever they wanted with him. Everything was so on edge like this, his body sensing every movement and every breath in the room intuitively. Fuck, they were going to ruin him.
“Such a pretty little whore,” Slade commented behind him.
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’d paid someone for him,” he heard Wintergreen huff out a laugh… now in front of him? “I’m sure a lot of men would want some time with him.”
“Well, aren’t we lucky then?”
That’s when Dick felt the bed dip and was suddenly pushed forward. Momentarily he panicked internally before someone caught him by the head, two hands on either side of his face. Oh. He must be about to get a face full of Wintergreen’s cock then. His cock twitched where it hung, dripping pre cum onto the bed below. They were going to use him like a fucking sex toy if the position is what he’s thinking of.
“J-Jesus,” he let out.
“If you want us to stop, kick me,” Slade said.
Dick could feel Slade’s rough, large hand palming his ass now, dipping his thumb into his wet hole for a moment before taking it out.
“Yeah,” Dick said breathily. “Okay.”
“Good boy,” Wintergreen cooed from above him. “Open your mouth for me.”
Dick did, almost on instinct. He felt Slade’s cock poking at his asshole, teasing it, subtly dipping his tip in and out of it. At the same time, Wintergreen guided his cock into his mouth, the musky smell of it almost being inviting. Dick found himself lolling his tongue out a bit, easing the access to his mouth for the man. His tip hit his tastebuds, pre-cum a bit salty, but mostly tasting like nothing more than washed skin.
“That’s it, Renegade,” Wintergreen exhaled softly, and sheathed his dick entirely in his mouth, Dick gagging lightly when it hit his throat.
“Fuck,” Slade groaned behind him, his hands grabbing Dick’s ass cheeks and spreading them apart before he slowly pushed in as well.
Slade was definitely not a small man, Dick knew this well from their last encounter. Every part of him seemed bigger than the average person, thicker chest, larger cock, bigger ego…
But, god, this stretch was so much. It almost felt like too much, the way Slade thrusted in him, filling up the entirety of his empty hole. He whined and gargled against Wintergreen’s cock, hands clenching from where they were tied behind him. Like this, he really had no clue when they were going to start truly fucking him, everything was going to be a surprise.
Finally, Slade’s cock was fully sheathed inside of him and Dick couldn’t help but squirm. He was so full on both side’s, completely cornered into doing whatever they wanted.
“God,” Slade groaned, fingers digging into the meat of Dick’s ass. “Fuck, Wintergreen it’s like he’s sucking me in. Mm… how’s his mouth?”
“It’s damn brilliant,” Wintergreen said above him before bucking his hips a tad bit, balls hitting his chin. “He’s not even gagging, such a good boy, isn’t he?”
“Fuck yeah he is,” muttered Slade.
Dick’s face burned at the praise, and the fact that they were talking about him like he wasn’t even there. Fuck, in this situation he really was just a cocksleeve to them, wasn’t he? He whined around the thick length of Wintergreen’s cock, aching to be fucked.
“Think he wants us to start.”
“Oh, such a poor little whore,” Slade chuckled. “It’s okay, we’ll give you what you want.”
Then, he felt Slade drag his cock out to the tip and slam back in, ramming against his prostate in the process and forcing him to face fuck himself on Wintergreen’s cock. A moan welled up from his throat that was muffled by the dick in his throat. He heard the two older men groan from above him as they began to pound him relentlessly.
Wintergreen, still holding him up by the head, thrusted his cock in and out of his welcoming, wet mouth while Slade grabbed ahold of his hips hard and fucked into his hole with force that made him feel like his guts were getting punched out. Slade’s thrusts rocked him against Wintergreen’s cock, forcing him down his throat even more.
“Fuck,” groaned Slade. “You like this, you fucking slut? Hm? You like us using you like you’re a god damn toy?”
Yes, yes he did, he fucking loved it. He nodded as best as he could around Wintergreen’s cock, but it was quickly fucked out of him by said man.
“Be— ah… be nice, Slade,” Wintergreen practically growled, slamming his hips harder into Dick’s mouth. “Poor boy probably can’t even think right now.”
“Oh,” Slade moaned, his cock punching against Dick’s prostate. It’s like he was consistently seeing stars, and fuck, Dick was going to cum way sooner than he should. He could feel the way his balls were tightening and how much pre-cum his cock was dripping. “Sorry, Wintergreen— fuck—”
“Good boy.”
Dick whined and tugged on his restraints. Because he couldn’t see shit, he couldn’t exactly see who Wintergreen was talking to, but he’d damn bet his money on it being Slade. And wasn’t that a thought? That this intercourse has some sort of hierarchy of domination.
“Take it, Grayson— oh, fucking take our cocks. You’ve been such a god damn— ahh— tease for years, this is what you needed, right? Two experienced men to use you?” Slade asked.
This was what he needed, god he needed it in his bones. He whined a confirmation around Wintergreen’s cock, to which Wintergreen’s hold on his face tightened as he dragged his dick along his tongue. His jaw was going to ache for days after this, surely.
“Oh, he does need it, just— ngh— look at him, such a sweet little whore,” Wintergreen moaned.
Behind him, Slade groaned brokenly. With all the moans, the room sounded incredibly lewd, balls slapping against both Dick’s face and ass, wet squelching noises coming from spit and lube— it was fucking perfect. Dick swore they were fucking his intelligence out of him, the way he could barely think anymore, just a hazy existence, slammed back and forth between two cocks.
Slade kept brutalizing his prostate, and while Dick’s cock bobbed as he was consistently fucked between the two, he swore he was going to cum untouched. He moaned and attempted to swirl his tongue around Wintergreen’s foreskin as his fingernails dug into the palms of his hands.
“Good fucking boy,” Slade said, angling his cock so it would hit his sweet spot guaranteed. “Perfect little hole.”
The pressure raised inside Dick’s belly and he gagged on a loud moan, Slade’s cock once again fucking against that smooth bundle of nerves, causing his mind to go blank and his cock to pulsate as his cock shot out cum onto the bed.
“Oh my god,” Wintergreen groaned, pushing his head back onto his cock, preventing his gagging. Saliva began dripping down his chin messily, Dick could feel the odd wetness even dribble down his throat.
Dick went limp against the two— as if he didn’t already, allowing them to use his holes. Thankfully, Slade seemed to relent on his prostate, only dragging against his softly. Dick whined weakly whenever he did.
“Fu— ahh— fuckin’ told you, Wintergreen, fuck! He’s so—”
“Shut the fuck up, Slade,” Wintergreen panted out.
Slade— Slade fucking whined at that, pounding into Dick’s hole more messily now. “S-sorry, god—”
“Ngh— look at you, Slade, can’t even fuck a whore right,” Wintergreen said, his cock pulsing in Dick’s throat. He could tell they were both about to orgasm. “Did I not teach you how? Should I go over there and help you?”
“F-fuck!” Slade moaned, fingers digging into Dick so hard he thought his flesh might bleed. “Y-yeah, please, god— Daddy— fuck!”
Daddy?!
Dick’s hazy thought was quickly interrupted by Wintergreen groaning and cum getting shot into him from both directions nearly at the same time. Wintergreen slammed his cock into his mouth hastily as Slade messily thrusted into him, rutting against him like a dog. Dick swallowed the cum on instinct, the bitter thick liquid going down his throat easily.
“Hah— ah… fuck…” Slade panted, his cock wedged inside Dick. “Slip of the tongue, don’t mind it.”
“It’s fine, Slade,” Wintergreen responded, equally catching his breath.
Well, Dick was hard again. So there’s that. But, god, he was way too fucking tired to go again. He squirmed against the hold, lightly kicking his feet out to tell them to get out of him.
“Oh, shit—“ Dick felt him dislodge his cock from out of him, a wet pop ensuing because of it. “Sorry, kid.”
Wintergreen quickly did the same, pulling out of him before propping him up to his knees. Dick panted, his airways finally free. His jaw fucking hurt like hell, and honestly he might just collapse. He found the blindfold and rope to quickly be cut off of him, and Dick winced at the sudden light, hissing like a damn vampire.
His wrists ached, and he weakly brought them in front of him as he laid down on the bed, a sweaty mess. “Jesus Christ,” he groaned tiredly, looking to the older men, who laid down on the bed next to him.
“Hey, thanks for that, Renegade,” Slade said as he casually leaned against (his lover?) Wintergreen. “Some times all you need is a good fucking—”
The door suddenly swung open to reveal a sloshed looking Rose in her pajamas, who blinked at them wildly with wide eyes. Dick blinked back before he panicked, heat rising to his cheeks as he hastily grabbed the bed sheets to cover himself up. However, Rose seemingly was not very disturbed by the possibility of her teacher, dad and family friend having a threesome because she whined like a child, leaning up against the door frame.
“Daaaad— *hic* can you guys sh-shut the fuck *hic* up?” She slurred, gripping her hair as if she had a headache.
Wintergreen and Slade didn’t seem too phased either, though Wintergreen seemed a bit annoyed.
“Sorry sweetie,” yawned Slade as he casually grabbed the sheets to cover him and his old friend up as well. “Go back to bed, we’ll talk in the morning.”
“Okay,” she pouted. “You— *hic* love ya,” Rose said as she began stumbling back out.
“Love you too.”
The door clicked shut, and Dick was left staring at the closed door in utter humiliation.
“What the fuck…?”