25This is where the end is reveled! Shall Robin be saved or trapped for an eternity, cause I don't know.
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We'll I won't ramble on, I know how excited we all are so off we go!
Star somehow convinced the Titans, after a short nap, to go and search for their leader once more, finding herself unable to sleep, so now they walked down the sewer once more.
"There are five hidden passages throughout the sewer, they've been filled in by the government, if Robin's in there he's in one of those, let's go." The team set out in a desperate attempt to find the boy, knowing if he wasn't here he was no longer in the city, if that was the case, finding the boy would be near to impossible.
The Titans searched for hours, blowing into the five hidden pathways, looking around, before turning to continue their search elsewhere.
"This is pointless, I can't sense them anywhere." Raven said, having started to give up hope, Cyborg checking his arm once more as they neared the finale hidden path way.
"What… what do you want…?" Robin all but whimpered as the man grabbed his arm, throwing him to the bed.
"Something new." The older man leered, rustling through the large desk door, pulling a black bag from the wooden container.
"W-what do you want…?" The bird repeated, a bit more wary of the cost of his happiness now, catching the cotton, it seemed, bag as it was thrown to him.
"It's not what I want, it's what you want."
"You already know I want the drug…" Robin whispered, biting his lower lip, rubbing his arm once more, hating how easily influenced he was by that stupid drug.
"That's not what I mean." Slade motioned for the teen to open the clothe, smirking as the boy's eyes where filled with question.
"Wh-what's this f-f-for…?" A dark chuckle sounded.
"Please yourself."
"W-what?" Robin gulped.
"Please yourself. The amount you receive will depend on your performance. Do poorly, and you won't get any." Robin looked towards the ground, his breath growing raged, a tear sliding off his chin.
"Any day now." The teen looked down to the bag, it's contents including things you'd find in an everyday house, a small broom, if it could be called that, being far to small, a clear container of golf balls, lotion, and last but certainly not least, a handheld vacuumed. The boy looked back to the villain, not exactly sure how to please himself with the item provided.
"Use your imagination, boy." Slade stated, noting the naive look.
The bird blushed ear to ear, grabbed the lotion, that being the only thing he'd known what to do with, squeezing a great amount into his hand, hesitating.
"Do you want the drug?" Slade waved a large empty syringe in the air, exciting the boy who nearly feel from the bed trying to grab it, Slade seeing an imaginary tail wag. "Then go on." Robin pouted turning back to the instruments, rubbing his hands together, gripping his limp shaft, pumping slowly. Robin had hoped he could have avoided 'using his imagination' with the tools, but Slade noticed.
"Use the toys." The criminal seemed bored, looking to the boy who looked over to the objects, he could feel his eyes water, deciding it wouldn't be exactly attractive if he started blubbering like an idiot. In the end the teen decided the broom was the most practical out of the objects, picking it up, lathering it in the slick substance, trying to decide how he could do it, soon turning to his stomach, his nice, full backside high in the air as he positioned the interment over his entry. Slade smirked, taking a seat at the computer, watching as the boy slowly invaded his entry, a small whimper exiting the boy's quivering lips, he'd never done this before, true he was a male teen, but he was usually busied himself with work.
"nahh!" Robin said as the object sunk deeper still, tears still threatening his baby blues, suddenly feeling the straw of the broom hit his lower end, pulling it out if only to shove it in once again, repeating the process, soon panting for more. His head shot back as his shaft began growing.
Robin's hand shook violently as the object didn't seem long enough. It wasn't long before the horny boy had a thought, turning to the interments, grabbing the vacuum, shoving it up his entry without any farther preparation. The gasping bird straitened as the toy turned on, the vibrations running throughout his entire being, head leaning back in a silent screech. Slade watched as the bird arched his back, making him a bit jealous, now wanting nothing more than to revenge the small form. Robin reached for his half hard shaft, stroking it gently.
"No cheating, or you won't get your prize." The man said, rubbing the clothe of his pants, despite what he'd just told the teen. Robin buried his head in the pillow, sending a muffled scream of frustration, his extension having grown painfully hard, he needed release. Robin, then remembered the other tool he'd been provided, turning to the small contained, 'use your imagination.' the man had said, and what the boy was about to do was defiantly his imagination.
He'd grown bored of the vibrations, he needed to be full before feeling the sweet release he desired, opening the small package, making Slade's smirk grow. The teen pulled the vacuum from his entry, holding up a spherical golf ball, gritting his teeth as he shoved it in his rear, shivering as his muscled contracted around the small bulge.
"G-god y-y-yes!" the bird pushed in a second sphere, salivation escaping him, Fist clenching the sheets violently. If Robin thought two was his limit, Slade proved him wrong, walking over, shoving in another ball none to gently, Robin hissing in the small pinch of pain, surly that was it, but no the man continued, making it to five before the teen begged him to stop, his entry feeling near to ripping, the man chuckling darkly, six he got to six.
"S-Slade… s-s-stop…!" Robin begged, it was too much, especially as the man hadn't used lubricant.
"What's the magic word, boy?" Robin bit his lower lip, a seventh quickly shoved up his stretched entry when he hesitated.
"Naahhh! S-Slade! P…please!" The man stepped back, simply watching the teen, watched him still, attempt to wriggle under the influence of the intruding spheres. He salivated as his lower end rejected the toys, a ball popping from his rear, followed by five more, the last simply lying.
"Slade! The last one's stuck!" The older man chuckled darkly, striding up to the stilled form.
"What do you need, boy?" Slade smirked down at the boy, wanting to hear him ask.
"Get it out!"
"What's the magic word?"
"Now!" The teen was frantic, but didn't feel any attempt at the man retrieving the tool, simply standing their.
"That was rude, Robin." Groaning the boy shouted.
"Please!" He'd begun a slight panic now, wriggling farther, he would get it himself, but he wasn't sure he could go to the angle required for such a task.
A hand held his end firm, Robin screeching when two fingers penetrated his entry, separating his cheeks. Half the man's knuckle slid in his ass before he had any type of a grasp on the object, making the bird scream in delight, his prostate being hit.
"Nahh!" Robin clawed the sheets back arching in need, the ball soon exiting along with the man's hand. The man chuckled once more as the panting boy came on the thin, soft sheets.
"You preformed well, boy. You will receive your prize later in the day." Robin was lead back to his provided living quarters, he knew he must have looked horrible, for Red couldn't say anything, he was crying to hard. The small ginger ran up to the boy, wrapping his arms around the boy, sobbing into his chest.
"A-a-are y-you ok-kay…?" Red asked after the older man had left the room, the young teen not finding the will to speak, as he cried at his side, unable to respond.
The man returned moments later, holding a syringe, Robin greedily shooting his arm towards the oncoming man, who quickly shoved the needle in his paled flesh, Red not having the time to protest, as least the teen would be happy for a bit.
Robin laughed, and laughed, and laughed, so much it seemed, he began gasping for breath, face going red, as he grabbed his stomach.
"Robin?" Red asked a bit concerned, but it was only laughter, what could happen?
"Y-you k-kn-know w-what's funny?!" The boy stated, still gasping for air, the ginger becoming a bit more on edge.
"What?"
"We're n-never g-g-getting out of h-here!" Red's eyes widened, had the boy completely given up all hope of surviving this experience?
"We'll get out of this, Robin!" The thief tried to ensure, hugging the boy's middle, who became serious.
"I don't know if we will, Red." The bird looked to the far corner watching something, he smiled, standing to walk to that way, pulling Red with him.
"What are you doing?" Robin smiled, as he grabbed the boy's hands, positioning them on his shoulders. Red looked to the boy curiously, feeling a hand on his shoulder and waist, the raven haired boy humming as he danced leading the ginger. The older teen wasn't sure what was going on with his bird, but he decided it best to go along with it, following the boy's steps, stepping on his feet more than once.
Whatever we find in here don't be to broken up if he's not their, Star. Raven can't sense him, and I'm not picking up anything on my heart tracker." Cyborg said, not a hundred percent sure their leader would be their.
It wasn't long before the humming grew morbid, the boy falling to the ground in a heap, sobbing fully.
"Get them away from me! No! Stop!" Red tried to calm the boy, earning a fist to the cheek, learning this was one of those moments when he should leave the boy be, despite his actions, so he did. He didn't blame the boy for his actions fully blaming the man, along with the drug for the blow. Robin continued to scream, gripping his head in hands, burying his eyes deep in his bare knees, tears soon flowing down his leg, landing on the floor in a small puddle. The screams continued, screams that told invisible creatures to get away, told them to get away from him more specifically.
The wall exploded in a chaotic fire, the first thing the tin man noticed was the computer, telling them they where here, or had been. They didn't see any sign of the older man, walking mid room, Starfire slowly turning to the side, seeing a strange table, covered in blood, making her grow angry.
Cyborg was the first to be hit as a form fell from the rafters, striking his cheek hard, making him fall back, the man disappearing as quickly as he'd appeared.
"Slade!" Starfire screamed, eyes glowing a bright green as she turned in a complete circle, seeing a dark form, sending several quick volts it's way, it falling to the ground. As the girl neared the form, she jumped, a foot whipping around, contacting with the alien's stomach, causing her body to hit a far off wall.
"Star!" Raven turned back to the man, circling the room like a shark, planning a base of action. Raven shot a dark glow towards the man, soon being hit with a fist. She hadn't even seem him move. Star, was the first to recover, charging at the man, being fully engulfed in rage, she wouldn't miss, she couldn't miss, at least not at this range. The shot hit the mask-less man in the stomach, causing him to fly across the room, quickly flipping to land on his feet, turning to charge once more. The girl shot several beams of light his way, being unable to hit the quickly moving form, soon having her form pulled from the sky, pressed to his chest, a hand gripping her neck.
Cyborg aimed his canon, being careful not to hit their team-mate as he fired, causing the man to fly back, landing on the floor with a thud, Star falling, unconscious, to the cold floor. The villain stood, wiping a trail of blood from his lip, chuckling darkly, Raven soon catching him in a sheet of black, the man easily braking the the attempt to stop him, charging at the now unconscious form. Cyborg stood in his path-way, aiming the canon at the man's face, though only got his stomach as he flew in the air, hitting his head with a loud crack, landing on the floor with a soft grunt.
They searched for the pair, hearing the screams long before they blew open the door, smoke lying in their path, soon seeing the ginger lying on the bed, looking towards the curled up, half-naked form, screaming in the corner.
"Robin?!" The large robotic teen cried, running over to the boy, or at least trying to, his arm being caught by Red.
"Don't, he's not in his right mind." Cy shook his head, deciding to keep his distance.
"What is of the wrong…?" Star said, beginning to stir, slowly waking from her sleep, having heard the conversation.
"Slade put him on…" A light sob escaped the teen's lips as he continued. "Methamphetamine…" Cyborg broke the touch kneeling next to the teen who now mumbled under his breath.
"It wasn't my fault…so leave me alone…" Cy moved to touch the boy's arm.
"It'll be okay, Rob, just calm down."
"Don't you see… it'll never be okay again… please… just leave me alone…" Robin said not knowing who was speaking, head still in knees.
"Let's go, Robin." Robin shook him head, burying it deeper in his pale flesh. Starfire walked to the boy, grabbing his wrist.
"No! No more!" Their leader screamed, though the girl continued still, it didn't take long for him to be fully standing, shirt reaching his upper thigh, a sheet soon wrapped around his form.
"We are going to the home, Robin." Robin calmed at her voice, he knew that voice, no-one talked quite like Star. Robin shook his head, allowing himself to be lead to the outside world, when a thought hit him.
"Where's Slade?!" The team stared at one another, looking towards the spot where they'd seen him fall.
"He's gone…" Robin seemed to walk a little faster after hearing that, needing to get as far away from this place as possible.
"Wh-where's Red?!" The boy asked moments later, turning to the smiling girl, who nodded towards the others.
"I told you we'd survive…" The red head, spoke softly, soon walking at his side, hugging his middle once more.
"So we can go to Moscow?" Robin asked with a smile grazing his lips.
"Of coarse."
They soon exited the sewer, entered the T-car, Robin lying on Red's lap, heading towards the tower. Red looked down to the bird, more than a little concerned when his arms tightened around his waist, fear filling his features.
"What's wrong, kid?" Robin began to shake furiously.
"I saw him! He's following us!" Red thought it was simply the drugs he'd been injected with, trying to calm the boy.
"It's only the drug Robin, it's okay." Robin shook his head, burying it deep in the thief's chest, deciding he was right.
About an hour later the group reached the tower, stepping out of the white painted car, Robin stopping immediately. There was a note taped to the side of the car labeled, pasăre, opening it slowly, he began to read it to himself.
Dear Robin,
While I would love to continue our visit, but seeing as you are needed elsewhere I shall have to reschedule,
See you soon,
-S
Robin shook, a single slip of paper falling from the note, which he quickly retrieved, falling back in a frantic sob.
"Robin!" Red ran to the form, slowly picking him up, by the waist, leading him to the tower, leaving the letter behind, knowing raven would dispose of it quickly. Raven sighed, ripping the photo in two, then three, then burning it with dark magic.
That time was over, that was then, this is now.
End...
until the epilogue.
I hope you liked it, and read my next story you'll love that one
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