Dick Grayson and the Eye of the Tiger Chapter one: Mr. Minos Says Evan Andrews, 2020
This is a fan fiction., and it takes place on an earth that parallels Grayson, Agent of Spyral.
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It was the middle of a calm, moon-lit night. Dick Grayson, agent of Spyral, recognized that much as he groggily opened his eyes. So why was he awake?
It took only a second longer to realize that even though he might be lying on his bed in his room in St. Hadrian's College for Girls, something was not right. He was jay-bird naked--even though he slept in a pair of briefs. He was lying on his stomach--though he usually slept curled on his left side. And his arms and legs were spread wide. The reason for that last, though, was obvious. Dick's hands and feet were restrained by cuffs at the four corners of his bed. Though superhero sidekicks were used to getting tied up--and escaping at dramatically appropriate moments--it had been years since Dick had played "Boy Hostage". The naked part was new, too. Bound, spread, and bare-assed suggested things he didn't like to think about. Testing his restraints for weaknesses, he writhed and stretched but found nothing that he could exploit. Dammit, had he finally fallen into the clutches of a competent villain?
A laugh barked out of the darkness.
"Dick Grayson, you are an idiot. Give me credit for not being a rank amateur."
Dick recognized the voice and tried to look over his shoulder.
"Tiger? What's going on here?"
The desk light clicked on, and Dick's fellow Spyral agent, Agent 1, the Tiger King of Kandahar, appeared in the low light and stared down on the "But I heard you were dead" hero. The ruggedly handsome Afghan was naked except for a pair of form-fitting gold-orange briefs--and what a form they were fitting. His fellow agent's cock was rock hard, straining against the fabric of those briefs and distending them obscenely. Holy salami, as a Boy Wonder might once have said, Tiger was hung like a horse--ten and a half, or maybe eleven, inches hard, Dick estimated. Tiger also held in his left hand the pair of blue briefs that Dick had pulled on when he'd crawled into bed.
"What's going on? You don't remember? You, Agent 37, were a very naughty boy tonight. You flaunted your presence in front of a group of impressionable students and led them on an idiotic chase across the grounds. You do remember that, right?"
Dick did remember, and he blushed. It was a stupid thing to have done, but being chased had been so exhilarating.
"And believe me, curfew or not, most of the student body now knows, and I quote, "Matron has this super-hot stud-muffin tucked away somewhere for `unknown purposes'". So, you not only endangered Spyral's cover but at the same time managed to undermine Matron's authority. You probably don't realize how angry she was when she had to break up your little romp. Trust me you were lucky she had enough self-control to hand you over Mr. Minos for punishment instead of improvising something simple and direct on the spot."
"Helena," Dick said, "I didn't realize..."
"Realize? You didn't bother to stop and think, little hero. I find that surprising in a man with your reputation for level-headedness. Perhaps Spyral didn't get as professional an agent as we thought when we recruited you. Be that as it may, Mr. Minos handed down a punishment that should fit every particular of the offense. If you recall, you are now officially on the faculty of St. Hadrian's as the new acrobatics instructor. Your cover is that you're a former French Olympian. That should cover a multitude of bases. It explains your presence here, your skills, and your--shall we say--impetuousness. And then there's the last qualifier to your new cover. A qualifier that, I must say, gave Matron a measure of vindictive satisfaction."
Dick did remember, and he steeled himself against what he knew Tiger was going to say next.
"Not only are you a former French Olympian, you're a GAY former French Olympian. A minor detail, I know, but so essential. You do remember that you're supposed to be gay, right?"
"Yeah," Dick admitted.
"So it's important that you're convincing in your portrayal of a homosexual," Tiger said, "You see, as such you can have absolutely no interest in Matron, nor she can have had any underhanded reason to keep you under wraps. But you must be convincing, and that's where I come in."
Tiger strode over and sat down on the bed alongside the bound hero. He caressed Dick's shoulder with the hero's own briefs, then let them drop onto the mattress. He continued stroking Dick's muscular back, but with his bare hand.
"Don't, man," Dick protested.
"Don't? You're objecting to a gorgeous guy like me enjoying your body? Maybe you should have considered that earlier. But I'm here on orders from Mr. Minos as well, little hero," Tiger crooned, "You see, I'm here to help you."
"Help me? By knocking me out? By tying me to the bed? By feeling me up?"
"Yes, all that and more, and trust me, you definitely need my help. I know you spent some time this evening rehearsing your role. I watched and listened, and I have to admit you got the mannerisms down. And the speech patterns, but there was one thing missing from your performance."
Tiger's hand cupped one of Dick's ass cheeks and squeezed. Dick flinched, but he filed away the fact that Spyral could and did spy on him, even in his room. He'd need to be extra careful contacting Bruce from here on out.
"The problem is that you clearly have no idea how to behave like a man who has sex with other men. Trust me; it's not the same as with women just with extra junk in the way," and with that Tiger leaned down and kissed Dick's shoulder.
Dick flinched--Tiger's beard tickled--but he had to admit that Tiger had him there. Oh sure, there may have been teenage fumbling with fellow sidekicks (especially Speedy, now Arsenal, and Aqualad, now Tempest) in his past, circle jerks and mutual masturbation for the most part, but occasionally they'd kissed and Speedy, well, Speedy got off on sucking Dick's cock. The majority of Dick's sexual history and expertise, though, centered on women. He knew how to please a woman, and he knew he was good at actually doing it.
"And getting tied to the bed like this is supposed to help with that?"
A finger, slowly and tantalizingly, traced its way down Dick's spine and into the cleft in his butt. It found his anal pucker, and the hero bucked. He knew where this was going, and he wasn't going there willingly.
"Obviously. Mr. Minos thought I would be a good person to help you learn due to my--shall we say-- breadth of experience, and I thought that you might not take a simple offer from me seriously--not in the time we have. You have a class tomorrow morning, you recall, and you must have your part down pat by then."
Dick was struggling at the restraints again when Tiger's fingers expanded their exploration of Dick's body. Tiger teased his way across the sensitive flesh of Dick's perineum before tracing the two orbs filled with nut juice in his scrotum.
"Come on, man...." Dick started.
"You don't need to encourage me, little hero, but we need to take the time to do this all right. After all, we're on the same team. Practically partners. I owe it to you to make losing your anal virginity a positive experience. So, relax and let me guide you. Doing is knowing after all."
Tiger picked up something Dick couldn't see and brought towards the bound hero's butt. A plastic nozzle worked itself into the tense asshole, and a cool oily liquid squirted inside him. Or at least it started cool. In short order, though, Dick's ass felt unusually warm inside.
"Dammit, Tiger!"
"Hush, little hero. No need to wake everyone else in the building. Just relax, and Tiger will teach you the ways men fuck men."
Dick gritted his teeth and thrashed under Tiger's gentle, insistent hands.
"Or you could fight me, I suppose. That does make it all the more dramatic, and you always were a drama queen."
The Afghan's finger was back at Dick's pucker, and it probed at the hero's nether hole. Dick tried to clamp down, but his ass, surprisingly, overruled him. The guardian muscle gave way before the demanding intruder and welcomed it inside.
"Agh!" Dick moaned as the finger slid into him, "Tiger, don't!"
"Too late, little hero. It's done."
Tiger's middle finger was now sliding in and out, relaxing the sphincter muscle and loosening Dick up for the main event. Dick groaned, and then he gasped in shock as Tiger's fingertip brushed over his prostate.
"Oh fuck," he groaned.
If Dick had a weak point, that was it. Speedy had gone for his prostate once, during an incredible blowjob, and it had driven Dick, then Robin the Boy Wonder, into a state of ecstatic frenzy that he had never imagined could exist. Afterwards he had been too embarrassed to mention it, and he had avoided Speedy for at least a week. Now, though, here it was happening to him again, and he had to admit it still felt great.
"Ungh," the hero moaned.
Tiger's other hand was also busy. It wormed its way underneath Dick's body, and there was no question about where it was headed. Strong fingers discovered, then traced, then encompassed Dick's hard cock. Hard? When had Dick thrown wood? And why was he doing such a thing over being violated this way. Violated was the word because whether he enjoyed it or not he was still being forced to submit to this dark, handsome, sexy man.
Sexy man? Where had that thought come from?
Tiger's hand used Dick's own precum as a lube as he proceeded to jack off the bound hero, teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves in the frenulum as he did. Three dark fingers now fucked Dick's tight ass, probing his depths, and brushing his prostate over and over. Jolt after jolt of incredible sensation flooded the hero's pleasure center, and Dick's struggles had long since morphed into desperate squirming, or maybe it was writhing, as he tried to get more of Tiger inside him and to fuck his hand at the same time. Dick moaned in pleasure.
"Like it, do you?" Tiger asked, teasingly.
"You bastard," Dick groaned as he twisted on the fingers in his ass.
"Guilty, but immaterial. Now just relax and enjoy the ride."
Tiger clearly had experience seducing men, something Dick had never suspected. The Afghan's two skilled hands drove Dick towards the edge. The hero felt the inevitability running up the inside of his urethra, and he gasped.
"Oh, fucking cum...."
And with that Tiger's hands withdrew, leaving Dick with no way to close the neural circuit and shoot his wad. After a moment of on-the-edge agony, a wayward finger ran down Dick's spine again.
"Fuck it, Tiger," Dick sobbed, "I've got to cum, man."
"Not yet, little hero. First Tiger gets to have some fun for himself. You'll like it, I'm sure."
Tiger climbed over top of Dick and lowered himself on top of the bound stud. Dick could feel the agent's bulge thrust against his butt-cheeks as Tiger dry humped him.
"You know," Tiger said as he ground away, "People have wondered for years if the Batman was just your crime fighting partner or if he was more. Your lover. Whether he was fucking the piece of prime boy-flesh that was always alongside him."
Dick knew that old jibe. Usually he just ignored the question, or accusation, when it came up, but now he was wondering. What would it have felt like to have Bruce as a lover? Fantasies came unbidden to his mind.
"Yes, more than a few men have jerked off imagining what that scene would be like," Tiger crooned, "I know I did, but I never once imagined that someday that fine Boy Wonder ass would be mine."
And Tiger reached towards his crotch and adjusted himself so that his cock--and it was as big as Dick had suspected it might be--stuck up straight out of his briefs and aligned with Dick's ass-crack. Then Tiger went back to his dry humping the former sidekick. If he really were gay, Dick thought, he would have said that Tiger's cock was the perfect fit. Of course, he couldn't say that since being gay was nothing more than his new cover. That was the story, and he was going to stick with it for as long as he could. Still, like it or not, something inside him was dropping not so subtle hints that Tiger's big dick belonged inside him.
"In the end, of course, it doesn't matter," Tiger said as he ground along Robin's crack, "Your Batman isn't here, but my sidekick and I are."
Tiger slid his briefs over his hips and worked them down his legs before kicking them onto the floor. Now freed, his hard cock went back to its job of sliding up and down Dick's naked, sweaty ass-crack.
"Fuck," Dick sobbed, and suddenly he found that his hips were thrusting back against Tiger's man-meat of their own accord.
"Yes, little hero," Tiger breathed in his ear, "That's how it's done."
Dick tried to assert control over his body, to force it to stop, but the body wasn't have any of that and continued to meet Tiger's thrusts.
"Dammit."
The frustration was clear in Dick's voice.
"What?" Tiger smarmed, "You want more? Rubbing against your butt is not enough? Of course. Tiger is always happy to oblige."
Dick felt Tiger's weight leave his back for a second, and then the blunt head of Tiger's massive cock poked at his asshole. Tiger slid the bulbous head around, leaving a trail of cock-snot on the sweaty skin and a scent of male sex juice in the air as he lubed up Dick's sphincter with his pre-cum.
"No!" Dick protested weakly. "This is wrong. We shouldn't..."
With no warning, Tiger forced the head of his cock into Dick's guts.
"Oh!" the hero moaned.
Tiger grabbed a handful of Dick's thick dark hair and pulled his head back. The Afghan shoved Dick's blue briefs into the open mouth to serve as a gag as he began his assault on the helpless hero's ass in earnest. Tiger's thrusts started small in order to get Dick used to the feeling, but they got progressively longer and deeper as the fucking went on. Dick's eyes were open wide, partly in horror at the reality of being fucked but also in wonder at the realization of how he loved the feeling. At how he wanted more cock, harder fucking, deeper penetration. His mouth was open wide, and the only reason everybody within a mile didn't know he was getting fucked was due the Tiger's improvised gag.
When Tiger at last bottomed out, feeling his pubis make contact with Dick's delectable ass, he pushed Dick's face into the pillow and began to power fuck the hero stud in earnest. This was not gentle sex; no, a better description would have been "thorough". Dick could only scream through his briefs into his pillow as his insides were reconfigured again and again under the professional assault of Tiger's masculinity.
"I know, little hero. I know. Taking Tiger's fuck-meat hurts--at least in the beginning. But only in the beginning, I promise. Relax. Take it. It's what all the gay French Olympic gymnasts do," and Tiger chuckled.
Incredibly, Dick believed him and did what he was told. He called to mind the years of body control exercises Batman had taught him and forced himself to relax and become a willing vessel receiving Tiger passion, and not just willing but an active participant as well. After a few minutes of pounding, Tiger felt Dick go limp underneath him. The previously fighting ass relaxed and accepted the fuck Tiger was giving it.
"Good, little hero. Now it's time for real fucking."
Tiger bent over and began to kiss and lick at Dick's throat and ear as he fucked. Dick could only gasp now, the breath being forced out of him every time Tiger slammed home. Giving himself to Tiger was even more mind-blowing than just getting fucked by him.
"You don't want me to stop, do you?" Tiger whispered into Dick's ear, and he pulled the gag of briefs out of Dick's mouth.
Dick's brain wanted to scream "Yes! Stop!" But his body was too busy submitting to this sexy top man to pay that any mind. His balls were tingling, and something was telling him he needed to cum from Tiger rodding his ass to kingdom come.
"Oh fuck. Yes fuck. Fuck me, Tiger. Please!" Dick gasped.
Tiger slowed down, feeling how close Dick was to orgasming, but Dick urged him otherwise.
"Harder, dammit! Fuck me hard with that big dick, Tiger! Breed my gay former French Olympian ass!"
"Since you ask so pretty. But get ready, little hero, because I'm really going for my nut now."
Tiger pulled his cock all the way out of Dick's hole and then slammed it back in to the root.
"Eee!" Dick began to keen, but Tiger forced his face into the pillow again to silence him.
Over and over, Tiger long-dicked the hero's now-eager hole. He never thought it was in Dick to go this pig bottom. Mr. Minos' aphrodisiac must be more powerful that he'd thought. Or else his little fuck buddy had been suppressing a natural preference for bottoming all these years. In the end, it didn't really matter. Dick was being bitched but good, and his ass couldn't get enough.
A few more animal thrusts and Tiger threw his head back, gritting his teeth. Normally he'd roar, but here and now he was quiet as his eleven-inch cock exploded and dosed Dick's insides with quarts of warm cream. Despite the enforced silence, though, Tiger's muscular body still quaked with every ejaculation. When Dick felt Tiger's hot sperm painting his guts, his own body let itself go, and his nine-inch dick fired a deluge of sperm into his sheets. Dick thrashed underneath Tiger's big body, and he managed to keep his face forced into the pillow as he screamed his release.
And then it was over. Tiger let his weight back down onto Dick's back.
"Glad you liked that, little hero. Mr. Minos thinks that a hot-blooded stallion like yourself should be having sex as often as he can. Verisimilitude, you know."
"Oh fuck," moaned Dick, thinking he could see where this was going.
"And you're in luck because Tiger has cleared his calendar for the next month at least. Yes, my lover, you and I are about to become, as they say, an item."