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for Nathaniel

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"I'm going to take such good care of you, kitten," Robin purred.

He thought of some simple command he could provide, and finally said, "I want to see you. All that creamy skin." He breathed hot into Nathaniel's ear. "Skin that goes pink so easily, I'd wager."

He stepped backwards and said, "Strip," his eyes on Nathaniel, waiting to see if he would do it well or meekly.

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Robin watched him without looking away. Barely even blinking.

"Gorgeous," he praised, and moved closer to him only one he was nude. "All for me now, isn't it, kitten?"

He smacked Nathaniel's hip with his flat palm. Fast, but sharp, and hard. "And I think I'd like it if you call me sir."

Nathaniel sucked in a sharp breath and his lips stayed parted. "Y-yes," he said because it was true. Jackie may have owned him, but right now he was all Robin's. He remembered quickly what Robin had just said and continued with a quick, "Yes, sir."

Robin smiled. "All right, kitten," he said softly. "Here's a treat for you. You see that wardrobe, there?" He pointed to a large piece of furniture. "Go over and pick out anything you like. And if you absolutely can't choose, then you can bring me the red leather whip."

His toy chest was well stocked with... well, just about anything you could want when it came to sex, really. Robin was nothing if not thorough.

A part of it was that Nathaniel really couldn't choose. There were so many things that he wanted, that it was hard to pick just one. His choice was made simple by the fact that Robin had given him a suggestion and, when he couldn't make up his own mind, it was nice having someone who made it for him.

So, when he came back, it was with the red leather whip.

Robin chuckled a little when Nathaniel returned. He took the whip from him, letting it slide over Nathaniel's arm as he pulled it away. "Promise me you'll think about it, for next time."

Then he licked his lips and said, "See that piece of art over there?" Robin pointed to a sculpture hanging on the wall, perhaps six feet up, a curling, metal thing. "That is for you to hold onto. Don't worry, it's bolted in very well. Go."

Nathaniel didn't rush, though he had to force himself not to, when he walked over to the sculpture. He reached up and stretched, baring himself to Robin. It wasn't until that moment that he realized what would happen if Jackie called. If Jackie found out what had happened. He sucked in a breath and closed his eyes. Maybe if he was lucky, Jackie wouldn't call him for the next few days.

Maybe.

It didn't worry him nearly enough to stop.

Robin took his time walking over as well, as he was more than happy to spend a few moments admiring his pet.

When he did approach, he stood very close to Nathaniel, close enough that Nathaniel should have been able to feel the outline of Robin's erection through his pants, against his hip. "Now you stay right there," he purred, lips close to the boy's neck. "I'm going to make that pretty white skin turn pink just for me. Would you like that, kitten?"

Nathaniel's fingers curled around the statue and he let out a shaky sort of breath. "Yes," he said. His voice held a faint touch of a plea. "Yes, please."

Robin took a step backwards, watched the trembling of Nathaniel's body for a moment, and then let the whip fly and crack down on his lower back. He picked a spot where he could hit hard but where it wouldn't break skin. So he could gauge Nathaniel's reaction.

He watched the welt blossom and praised softly, "Oh, very good, kitten."

Nathaniel cried out when he felt the whip hit his back. The cry was a mixture of pain and pleasure both. It hurt, yes, but it was just what he needed. He needed something to forget the day he'd had and being beaten always managed to dull his mind enough to forget everything but the moment.

Robin cracked the whip again, and this time the blow landed across Nathaniel's ass in a near-perfect horizontal stripe. It was clear that he knew exactly what he was doing.

Another, this one following the line of his spine.

Watching the boy's reaction had Robin achingly hard in the confines of his pants, and maintaining his distance was taking some amount of self control.

He was going to have marks. He wondered if Robin knew how quickly he healed and that the marks would be gone within a few days. There wouldn't even be any trace of them. He wondered if it would make this worse if he told or better.

He didn't mention it, but he did shout when the whip touched near his spine. So good and so bad at the same time.

Robin struck home with the whip three more times and then dropped it to his side. He walked up closer to Nathaniel then and dropped his lips to his shoulder. And then kissed one of the marks, trailing his lips in kisses that would burn the sensitive, welted skin.

Nathaniel slumped a little and clung tightly to the statue when Robin stopped hitting him, but his back tightened again when he felt lips on the welts. He sucked in a breath and every time that breath was released, it was in soft whimpering sounds. "Please," he breathed. He wasn't even sure what it was he was asking for. More, less, something in between. He just needed something.

"Please, sir, you'd like some more?" Robin breathed against his neck. He was so turned on he could hardly see straight. Nathaniel was perfect. The perfect, wanting pet. He ran his thumb lightly over one of the welts, and then stepped back. "Patience, kitten," he purred, and took off his pants.

When he moved back to Nathaniel, he knew that the boy couldn't see what he'd revealed, but he could feel it now, pressed against his backside. And Robin's endowment was clearly eager.

He pulled Nathaniel's hair away from his neck and licked a spot, sighing softly at the friction as he rolled his hips a little.

"I can be patient," Nathaniel promised softly. There was a difference between patience and eagerness. He was eager for Robin to do whatever it was he was going to do. But, if Robin wanted him to wait, if he wanted it to last, then Nathaniel could wait, however hard it was.

He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, feeling a slight sting from his back as his chest expanded.

"Let go," Robin said softly. "Turn around. On your knees." With Nathaniel getting off on orders so much, Robin wasn't going to miss the opportunity to see his pretty mouth wrapped around his cock.

Nathaniel turned and kept his vision on the ground. "Yes," he said and then quickly added, "sir." He fell to his knees and waited. He knew what Robin wanted, but wanted him to ask - or tell - first so that Nathaniel wasn't just assuming.

Robin slid his fingers into Nathaniel's beautiful hair.

"Suck," he said, though it wasn't harsh and hardly even lewd - the word was soft, like a caress.

"I don't expect you to be able to take it all, pet," he added in a soft purr. Though if the boy wanted to take it as a challenge, he wouldn't complain.

Nathaniel started off slowly. He wrapped his lips around the head of Robin's cock and sucked that and then pulled back. Then he went in again and took him in a little further. He wasn't quite taking Robin's words as a challenge, but he'd had plenty of experience in sucking off men. He'd had women clients occasionally in his life before, but they'd more often been men.

Robin continued petting Nathaniel's hair as he took him into his mouth, groaning softly. "Very good, kitten," he praised, and tightened his fingers, not enough to discourage, just barely enough to hurt.

"You're doing so well I think I might fuck you."

This time he pulled on Nathaniel's hair hard enough to stop him, to pull his head back. "Would you like that?"

Nathaniel's lips were wet and slightly swollen from his ministrations and he looked up at Robin with dazed eyes. "Yes." His agreement came before comprehension and, when he understood, he shuddered a little. Oh yes, he would like Robin to fuck him very much.

"Yes, please."

"On the bed, kitten," Robin purred, sliding a finger underneath Nathaniel's chin to urge him to his feet. "On your stomach."

Nathaniel rose smoothly. He was reluctant to leave the feet of Robin's fingers on him, but he'd been given an order and so he walked over to the bed, sprawling on his stomach. He turned his head a little to watch Robin behind him.

Robin slinked over to the bed like a jungle cat, finally climbing up onto it with Nathaniel. He stretched out below him, sweeping a hand across the fine curve of his ass.

"Your orders now, pet," he purred, "are only... to beg, as soon as you feel so inspired."

And then he bent his head and dragged his tongue along the cleft of the boy's delicious ass.

Nathaniel heard a subtle sort of message in Robin's voice. It was something along the lines of 'beg me when you've had enough'. And, as he doubted Robin would appreciate him either begging immediately or never begging at all, he waited, fingers curling in the sheets as his body arched against Robin's tongue. He whimpered, but he didn't beg yet. Robin would want to work for it.

And work for it Robin did. He'd had a lot of practice doing, well, pretty much everything, and this was no exception. His tongue worked over Nathaniel, dragging and probing, as his hands kneaded his back and ass.

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