Dick Grayson and the Eye of the Tiger Chapter three: Lip Service Evan Andrews, 2020
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Tiger was true to his word—Dick wasn't sure if he should consider it a threat or a promise. The undercover hero had come back to his room after dinner and evening program to find Tiger leaning up against the frame of the window.
"Are you ready for lesson two, little hero," Tiger asked.
"Do I have a choice?"
"Of course you do. You could turn and walk right now. I can't guarantee you'd get off the grounds alive—in fact, I'd bet against it—but you can always turn and walk."
"So, no."
"Exactly," Tiger smiled, "Now where were we?"
The Afghan hunk walked up to Dick and took his chin in his hand.
"I seem to remember..." He said and brought his lips to Dick's.
"There," he whispered when he broke the kiss, "That wasn't so bad, was it?"
Dick wanted to say that yes, it had been, but instead his body decided to answer for him. He pulled Tiger into a passionate and abandoned kiss like the one they had indulged in earlier that day in Dick's office. Hard bodies pressed against each other, cocks wept in their shorts, and the men ground away shamelessly.
"Are you ready, little hero?" Tiger asked, even though the answer was obvious, "Do you want it? I need to hear you say it."
"Oh fuck, yeah," Dick moaned, "I want it, Tiger."
Still kissing his student, Tiger raised his hands and began to unbutton Dick's shirt. It slid back over the former sidekick's shoulders, and as Dick undid the buttons on his cuffs, Tiger played with the hero's already hard nipples, teasing them with both light brushes and quick pinches.
"Ungh!" Dick moaned.
Nobody had ever treated his tits this way. Only Tiger. And, damn, it was such a turn-on. The shirt dropped to the floor, and Tiger's hands slid down Dick's body to open his pants. Belt unbuckled and fly unzipped, the pants fell to a puddle at Dick's feet. Tiger's hands then lost no time in claiming the distended pouch of his boy's green briefs. Tiger smiled; Dick would wear green wouldn't he.
"You really do like this, don't you, little hero?"
"Shut up," Dick said, and he kissed Tiger as they slow-danced into the middle of the room.
Tiger was really working Dick's bulge now, rubbing it up and down, making his man-sex student moan with desire. Fingers hooked under the waistband of Dick's briefs and pulled out so that nine inches of rigid prick could spring free. Securing the waistband of the emerald briefs under Dicks balls and taking the weeping shaft in his hand, Tiger pushed Dick back until the back of his legs met the bed.
"He's going to fuck me now," Dick thought, and for some reason he was fine with that.
Tigers hands found Dick's shoulders and pushed the hero stud down to sit on the bed. Dick looked up to see Tiger staring down at him with raw sexual hunger. The Afghan's horse-cock tented his camo pants, but, instead of climbing on top of his lover and claiming his body, Tiger simply went to his knees between Dick's spread legs. He kissed his way up the inside of Dick's left thigh and then down his right before ascending again. The closer Tiger got to Dick's family jewels, the more the hero's nine inches leapt. And leaked.
"Oh, fuck, Tiger," Dick moaned.
"Mmm."
Tiger grabbed hold of the waistband of Dick's briefs and skimmed them over his hips and all the way down his legs.
Spreading Dick's thighs again, he said, "Lay back, little hero, and let Tiger do his thing."
Surprised, Dick fell back, but he nearly bucked off the bed when Tiger licked his scrotum. The learned tongue licked further north, teasing the length of the sidekick's pole until he reached the plum head. Tiger circled the head with one long lick and then swallowed Dick's full length.
"Fuck!" Dick moaned.
Tiger had excellent technique and seemingly dozens of tricks to drive the man he was sucking wild with need. At first, Dick tried to grab hold of his head, but Tiger batted the hands aside and growled, "Who's in control here, boy?"
With his hands by his side, Dick could only lie there, being driven mad with the need to cum, a reward Tiger denied him time and time again.
After what felt like an eternity, Tiger asked, "Does my little hero want to cum?"
"Oh fuck, yeah," Dick moaned.
"Does he need to cum?"
"Yeah," Dick was starting to whine in his desperation.
"He will do anything for Tiger to bring him off the way men do men, yes?"
"Yes, please!"
"Mmmm," Tiger hummed around Dick's cockhead, and slowly the Afghan stud slid a greased finger into his student's ass zeroing in on the young man's traitorous prostate.
Dick grabbed part of the cover and forced it into his mouth as a gag, biting down as his cock pulsed. His sphincter squeezed Tiger' finger as his dick loosed five strong shots of potent white man-goo up onto his chest and belly. Dick's body tensed with each shot, and when his balls were drained he slid from violent orgasm into languid afterglow, almost passing out. Tiger, when he felt Dick's body relax, kissed his way up the stud's abs and chest, licking up every trace of Dick's rich semen. Dick's hands found Tiger's head again, but since all Tiger was doing was reinforcing the connection between sucker and suckee, he let the hands stay. Tiger crawled up and covered the spent young man before planting a salty kiss on him. Dick opened his lips and let Tiger tongue feed the hero's own sperm into his mouth.
"You liked that?" Tiger said with a grin.
Dick could only nod weakly.
"Good, because I have to leave now."
"What?" Dick managed to croak, "You mean you're not... we're not...?"
"No, little hero, you're on your own tonight," Tiger said with a wicked smile, "I'm sure you can think of some way to pass the time."
That said, Tiger rolled off his boy and was back on his feet. He blew Dick a kiss and was out the door before Dick could do anything. The hero lay there thinking about what had just happened. A man, a real man, a man who had bred his ass, had just given him the blow job of his life, and Dick couldn't deny how much he loved it. His dick started to rise again, and Dick could only stare down at the meat with a mind of its own.
"You greedy pig," he thought.
Crawling backwards, he centered himself on the bed and spread his thighs again. While his right hand took command of the still slimy shaft, the left moved towards his hole. He slid inside and started to pump his shaft, remembering Tiger teasing him, Tiger on top of him, Tiger inside him.
"Oh fuck," he thought several minutes later as the sap ran up his wood again, "Fuck. Tiger!"
And his shaft spat again.
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Buildings away, Helena and Tiger watched Dick sodomize himself and milk out a second impressive, though of course not as large, load.
"So, you know best," Helena asked, "What's he thinking?"
"Our life-long pussy hound is dealing with the fact that he's falling for dick. Specifically, for my dick."
"And yet you didn't fuck him a second time."
"I didn't need to. He was wound up still from last night."
"I didn't think Mr. Minos' aphrodisiac cocktail would last that long."
"There's the joke," Tiger said, "It didn't. My boy is running on pure instinct now. But his distraction did allow me to slip him the boss' special nanos that'll start making some subtle changes in Agent 37's grey matter. The second phase is happening as we speak."
Helena knew Tiger thought the nanos would make Dick a homosexual, but as always Mr. Minos was far more subtle than that. Not that Tiger needed to know.
"So, what now?" she said.
"Now we, meaning I, drive the lessons home," Tiger said.
He chuckled.
"And by drive, I mean..."
"Yes, yes," Helena said, cutting him off, "And if we need to dose him again?"
"You wound me, Matron. If we do, we do. Until then I have a cock and mouse game to play with my little hero. Have faith in Tiger. I may play with my prey, but in the end he's going to be mine, body and soul."