Dick Grayson and the Eye of the Tiger Chapter two: Office Hours 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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Only a sliver of sun peeked over the horizon when Dick woke up alone, free from his bonds but still naked as a jaybird. The hero rolled to the edge of the bed, afraid that he might not to be able to walk after last night's serious bout of fucking. Part of him wanted to call it rape, but while it might have started out that way, it had ended in passionate consensual coupling. Apparently Dick's body could take Tiger's big dick and keep on functioning normally afterwards. Everything else he could worry about later, but right now he had a class to teach and little time to prepare for it. The new acrobatics instructor grabbed a quick shower, dressed, and then, gym bag hanging from his shoulder, hurried off to get some breakfast.
After he'd eaten, Matron, Helena, appeared out of nowhere walking alongside him towards the athletics complex. She gave him a knowing look, but she said nothing about what she must have known had happened in his room last night.
"You look well, Richard," she said, giving his name the French pronunciation, "Did you get any sleep last night."
"Not a lot, Madame," he answered.
"First time jitters," she consoled, "Don't worry. I'm sure you'll pick up the routine quickly. Ah, and here's your office."
The office was small, but not as small as it might have been. Neutral paint, functional furniture, a locker, and it even had a window.
"As you know, for right now we're in a trial stage for this program. Two two-hour classes a week for the time being: Tuesday afternoon and Friday morning, except when you're on assignment of course. Assuming I see some value to the program beyond keeping you off rooftops, that might increase. I'll want to get together with you later today to discuss your lesson plans, and of course I expect you to put in appearances at meals and all functions. And, please, remember that your students are just girls. I expect you to be on your best behavior around them—though I suppose that might not be a problem given your "preferences"."
Dick winced.
"Do you have any questions?"
"Probably," he said, "But I'll have better ones after I meet the students and get an idea of their abilities."
"Good. Come to my office at 4:30, and bring your lesson plans," she said, "Bonne chance."
And with that she left him.
Dick tossed his bag on the desk and sat down to prepare for his first class. He had some idea of what he wanted to cover, starting with proper stretching and warming up and ending with some basic tricks. As he thought through the class he practiced using his French accent—a good thing that Batman had insisted he study the language back in high school and socialize with French business colleagues at Wayne Foundation events. He pushed the furniture aside, stripped down to black leggings and gymnast shoes, and ghosted through some of the moves. He had just turned to face the window when Tiger sauntered into the office. Dick saw the alpha stud's reflection in the window, and the hero's nipples tightened visibly as he registered the smirk on Tiger's bearded face. He turned, and the hunky Afghan crossed the room in only a few steps, stopping just short of touching his quarry.
"Don't," Dick protested, but his leggings began to feel tight as his dick plumped up. Dammit.
"Don't what?" Tiger asked, feigning innocence.
Tiger took Dick's junk in his right hand and ran it the length of the hero's now undeniable erection.
"It's.. I mean I'm..."
"Your dick knows what it likes, little hero. So do I, by the way. And since you're still learning about men loving men, there's a lesson I need to give you right now."
"No, please..." Dick began.
But Tiger slipped fingers under the waistband of Dick's tights and pulled him into the middle of the room. Dick followed, unresisting, but when Tiger tried to press a kiss on him, the hero jerked back reflexively. Tiger's left hand suddenly cupped the back of Dick's head, fingers fixing themselves in the dark hair. He pulled Dick towards him and into a full kiss. Dick's arms flailed as Tiger claimed his mouth. Then the hero put his hands on Tiger's shoulders meaning to shove him away, but he didn't. Instead, as the kiss intensified, his arms slid around Tiger's shoulders, to hold him close.
"Mmmm."
Kissing a man, kissing Tiger, was like nothing Dick had ever experienced. No woman or girl had ever kissed like this, and Speedy's kisses had been boy things, nothing as fulfilling as this. Tiger on the other hand had plenty of experience, not only making love to men, but also in bringing virgins into the mysteries of man-sex, and he knew exactly how far to push his protégé at this point. Tiger broke off the kiss, but Dick pulled him back and ground his acrobat's body against the dark stud.
"When's your class?" Tiger whispered.
Dick glanced at the clock and cursed.
"Fuck, I'm going to be late."
"We can't have that," Tiger said as he gave Dick one last kiss, "That should hold you over for now. I'll see you tonight and we can pursue this further. Have a good class, Ree-shar."
That said, Tiger turned and left the office.
There was no time for Dick to deal with his painfully obvious erection by jerking off, so instead he pulled a tank top and a pair of shorts from his gym bag and slid into them. If professional athletes could get away with wearing shorts over leggings to compete in anymore, then surely he could get away with it for class. As he headed out, he knew his erection had him walking funny--something that hadn't been problem before Tiger made his impromptu visit.
"Was that the only reason he showed up, to get me all hot and bothered before class?" Dick wondered.
It made sense, especially given Mr. Minos' punishment. Damn the man--but Tiger had promised something more tonight. Maybe...
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In a control room, Tiger and Helena watched as a still-flustered Richard Grayson began his class.
"Not bad," Helena said, "He's covering his state of excitement rather well. Better than I thought he might. Probably more of that rigid control the Batman taught him.
"As you say," Tiger said, "Mr. Minos' aphrodisiac worked a treat last night. Grayson was putty in my hands well before my shoving my dick into him."
"What are your plans now?"
"Oh, I'm not going to do anything blatant like drug him senseless night after night until he fags out completely," Tiger said, "That lacks finesse. One more night, perhaps, but after that we'll proceed with Mr. Minos' plan. It's a delicate business bringing a straight boy into the fold; another thing to keep him there. Don't worry, Matron, my boy is going to learn his cover role perfectly, and in the end he will be absolutely besotted with me and the idea of making love to me. As I said, putty in our hands."
"Love," Helena said. She knew, but Tiger did not, that Dick had managed a short but torrid relationship with Agent 8, Tiger's long-time partner—and lover—before the girl had gotten herself killed on a mission.
"What good is love in our line of business?"