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“Yoh, dude, you serious about this?”
Garfield blinks in disbelief.
Standing in the doorway, in full vigilante uniform, is Dick’s little brother.
Red hood has his head down, his arms hanging at his sides, and his posture submissive. Not at all like how intimidating he used to seem, even when his face is safely hidden under his helmet.
Dick himself is standing on the side, fully in costume and leaning on the wall. He stares at Gar, gaze casual, a smirk playing on his lips.
“Of course. Have I ever lied about this, Gar?”
“No, it’s just-“
Jason is back from the dead now. Now a lot angrier. And his relationship with his family is still strained, even after the past few years.
Gar still remembers a little kid, happy and starry-eyed, trailing behind his older brother like a puppy when he had visited the Tower. A little boy who had too much trust when the said brother had used drugs to force him down, paraded the dazed Robin inside every Titan’s bedroom. Showing him off. Selling him.
Gar was barely a dom back then and hadn’t really had much of a taste for subs. Other than maybe one incident where he’d sat through a session when it was Vic’s turn. It had been an eye-opening experience. To see his own best friend turning from friendly to vicious, ordering the kid on his knees and coming on his face.
“Did you drug him again?” Gar has to ask.
Dick smiles, face bright despite the white lenses hiding his eyes.
“Little Wing,” the dom says, “take off your helmet.”
There is barely any hesitation. Hands reach up to the latches on his helmet, unlocking them. Hood takes it off, revealing Jason Todd’s boyish face and his messy hair.
There’s a look in his eye. Telltale movements of the pupil, calm like a puddle of water and blown wide. His lips a little parted, wet with saliva. He stares before him, eyes falling on Gar, despite seemingly unable to focus.
“Had to give him a much larger dose than I used to,” Dick says. “He’s a lot bigger now, and with a faster metabolism because of the pit.”
“And he lets you do this?”
“Ever since he came back, Jason has been coming to me whenever he needed to go down,” Dick says. “My sub, my rules. He has to accept it if he wants my help.”
Gar tries to remember what the brothers were like back when Teen Titans was at its earlier days. In a way, Dick and Jason did look like brothers, despite not being related at all. They had the same black hair and blue eyes. It’s as if the concept of Robin itself had its basis in genetics.
But the similarities ended there.
Personality wise, Jason wasn’t like Dick at all. Dick was confident, charismatic, and assertive. Jason was timid around the Titans, always trying his hardest to fit in with a crowd he didn’t belong. He was troubled, even more so than other newly presented subs around his age. It was like they were made for each other. Gar doesn’t know whether there is another dom who can take care of Jason the way Dick does.
“And what do you want in return?” Gar raises an eyebrow.
“Nothing from you, except a performance.” Dick smirks mischievously as he scoops up an expensive Nikon camera from the table beside him. It is big, professional, and has a lens that must have cost hundreds of dollars, if not over a grand.
“Where did you get that?”
“Borrowed it from Tim.” Dick shrugs. “He was hesitant at first. But he relented when I agreed to share the photos with him.”
“Filming someone else fucking your brother? Dick, you are sick.”
“Hey, what did you think I asked for payment? There was cash once in a while. But cash gets spent. They never last. Jason might be a little shit, he was still too precious to be sold for that.”
Gar tries to think back on this, but he can’t remember that little detail. Dick enjoyed showing his little brother off, enjoyed listening to them complimenting his newest family member. He also liked to watch when the Titans used Jason in their rooms. Gar supposes that this new revelation is completely in line with what Dick is capable of.
“Come on.” Dick says when Gar takes too long to think. “Are you saying this isn’t something you’ve thought about? You were the youngest among us. You were the only person who didn’t get to enjoy him. Weren’t you jealous that we left you out?”
Not going to lie, Gar was. He had seen Jason as just this little brother of Dick’s, as a kid younger than him—a kid to protect. But there had been some bitterness, too. Of not being able to participate whenever Dick brought the kid over for some play.
“I have already resumed our arrangement before Jason’s death. I’ve presented him to Wally, then to Joey, just a week after that,” Dick says. “Do you want to look at the merchandise?”
“Fine.” Gar lifts his chin, eyes falling on Jason.
A large smile appears on Dick’s face.
“Jason,” the dom says, “strip naked for me, cupcake. Show Gar what your body looks like under all that clothing.”
Jason moves almost immediately. He doesn’t look up, doesn’t strain or show any disobedience. He has barely even started to go down, and he is already doing everything his dom tells him to do.
Gar looks on, wide-eyed, as Jason peels off his clothing, piece by piece. First is the leather jacket. He folds it and places it on a chair nearby. Then comes his gloves, his kevlar, his boots, and his pants. Jason works silently, folding everything after he finishes with them, then moving on to the next item.
In no time, he is wearing nothing but his jock strap. His pale, tone body glistens under the fluorescent, a blush washing over the little dusts of freckles here and there.
“Wait,” Gar interjects just before Jason is about to take off his jock. “I want them on.”
“Well, you heard the man, Little Wing.”
Jason stops. His motion is sluggish, his face flushing. But Gar knows it’s the effect of the drug. The kid needs a real dom to put him down, and Gar would be honored to do the job. He’s grown since he saw the kid years ago, and he’s had a lot more experience of helping subs since then. Gar is confident he can do a decent job.
“Jason,” Gar says softly, “come over to me. On your hands and knees.”
Jason does so, dropping onto the floor until he is crawling on all fours.
The boy is pretty when he crawls. Gar realizes he does enjoy the fully grown form of Jason Todd a lot. In a way, Jason is still the kid who used to visit the Tower with Dick. He still acts a little like before—young, inexperienced, and shy. A cute babe in a muscular body.
“My zipper, sweetheart,” Gar purrs when Jason reaches him. As the boy reaches up to do this, Gar interrupts. “With your teeth, baby. Not your hands. Don’t use your hands unless they are absolutely necessary.”
Gar takes great satisfaction in the way Jason stops and tenses. The drug must be working very well, since Jason seems to switch to using his mouth pretty quick. He leans in and catches the button with his teeth, tugging, pressing with his tongue until it slips out from the buttonhole. Then it comes to the tab of the zipper, and Jason pulls it down effortlessly.
Gar reaches down and pulls down his pants and his underwear, freeing his cock. It’s already hard. Green and thick, with a patch of green hair at the base and an impressive length. Thick veins bulge along the surface, and as Gar pulls down his foreskin and strokes himself, a few drops of pre-cum are already dripping from the head.
“There, baby,” Gar says as he guides the head to Jason’s mouth. “Be a good sub and lick this.”
A click.
Dick has the camera up and has just taken his first photo. There is no flash—a little disappointing. Gar doesn’t know how the rest of the Titans feel about being watched and photographed. But he, for one, doesn’t mind. The flash would be a wonderful seasoning to the already thrilling dance. Gar misses the flash from the days he starred in movies.
But, guess it can’t always go his way. Something that distracting will probably make Jason nervous and increase the difficulty to go down, despite the drug.
Another click, and Dick continues to tap the button for another four or five times when Jason takes Gar’s dick into his mouth, lips wrapping around the shaft and tongue running over the slit at the end, taking it deeper and deeper.
“That’s it, baby, take me in nice and slow.” Inserting his digits into Jason’s hair, Gar slowly rocks his hips forward, making sure to put a flair into his motion. Need to keep his end of the deal and put on a show for Dick, after all. “How does the good old Changeling’s cock taste compared to the others, huh? I bet I’m the greenest you’ve ever sucked, baby.”
Gar laughs at his own joke, pushing Jason forward until he feels the boy’s nose at his crotch and his glans pressing at the softness of the boy’s throat. The fact he doesn’t choke is telling. Jason must have been well trained, both from when Dick sold him and his sessions with Dick. The sensation is delightful.
“Does he have any restrictions?” Gar asks Dick.
“Anything resembling a crowbar,” Dick says. “If he can’t take it, I will tell you.”
“You will, huh?”
Gar looks down and sees the kid’s face, how he has his lips wrapped over his own teeth, cushioning them as he sucks his cock. It’s beautiful.
“Wow, you are a really good boy, taking me so well.” With his hand, Gar pulls Jason’s head back and drags his dick out, leaving a thick thread of saliva hanging between the head and Jason’s lips.
He then guides Jason forward again to take him in. Gar’s size is higher than average, no matter how his slim body build tends to make people think. Can’t be too quick. Even with the knowledge Jason won’t choke, Gar still feels a sense of protectiveness toward the kid. Guide him for one round, maybe—Gar thinks—then I’ll let Jason do the rest on his own like he’s supposed to.
Gosh, the kid is his sub right now, but Gar can’t let go of the feeling that’s still the little sidekick who joined them on their mission.
“That’s right, Jason, nice and slow.”
“He likes to be called ‘Robin’ during a scene,” Dick interrupts. Gar swings his neck to look at his team leader, only to have the camera clicking in his face.
“Dick!”
“Sorry, sorry.” Dick apologizes, but his tone is amused more than anything. “Robin still responds to stimulants when he is under the influence. The drug is not meant to bring him down, only making it easier to take him there. He likes to be called Robin when he is with the Titans.”
Gar cocks his head and mutters a “huh”. He looks back down and at Jason’s dreamy face as he works on his cock. His lids are heavy, his expression relaxed, and there’s a blush on his cheeks. The boy’s lips feel soft around his shaft, and Gar can’t help but groan at the stimulation.
“That’s a good boy, Little Wing,” Dick says as he snaps another photo of his little brother’s face. “You are being such a good boy for Gar. Now, don’t you want uncle Gar to show you something else? Something only he can do?”
Gar looks back at Dick and cocks his eyebrow in amusement.
“Are you such a pervert, Dick? Do you really want to see your little brother fucked by a dog or manhandled by a gorilla? Do you want to see him cry from the pain of a big cat’s spiked penis?”
“Please, anything creative you can think of.”
Gar briefly wonders if any of the others were this bold with Jason. If Donna had thrown Jason around with her inhuman strength, or if Wally had used his speed on him. Maybe the boy is used to being used that way.
But, from what Gar has heard, most times they only used the kid’s mouth or have him jerk them off before coming on his face. Most felt bad about using Robin that way. The Titans are not inherently bad people, after all.
“Do you have a preference, Dick?”
Dick shrugs.
Gar looks down, stroking Jason’s hair before plucking him off of his cock and making him face him.
“What about you, huh?” He says with a smirk. “What does little Robin want uncle Gar to change into?”
Jason looks up, confused, and Gar marvels at how pretty the boy looks, dazed, with his lips rosy and swollen and pre-cum smudged all over his face. He wants to see him even more fucked out. Gar wants to wreck that little Robin who used to visit, wide-eyed and innocent.
And the fact Gar would do it in front of Robin’s big brother seems even hotter.
“Alright.” Having decided, Gar says with a sense of finality, “I know what to do. Robin, I want you to get onto the bed on all fours. Stay in that position and wait for me. Oh, and you can take off your strap.”
Jason flushes from the command and mutters a “yes, sir”. Then, he quickly looks down and slides the jock strap off of himself.
“Just throw it onto the floor, Jason,” Dick says as he snaps another photo.
Jason blushes harder and does what he’s told. He then stands, completely nude, and makes his way toward the bed.
Gar is able to glimpse at the boy’s cock before he does, however, and he marvels at the way it looks. The way the reddish head is peeking out from underneath the skin as the organ fills out, the slit on top, and veins lining it. He can already imagine entering the pee hole and going deeper, exploring that small and forbidden passage and reducing the sub into a sobbing mess as he fucks him in every way the boy deserves.
With the position Gar has asked of Jason, he is on all fours and facing away. Gar turns to walk toward the prize on his bed, body already shifting halfway.
Shifting has always been an incredible experience. When Gar let go of his human instincts and let the savagery of the tiger take over, or the freedom of the bird, or the agility of the monkey. An octopus is unlike any of those.
Turning into the eight-limbed sea creature is like allowing his consciousness to expand and split, letting his limited human senses blossom and reach out into eight matching tendrils, then feeling his environments with heightened sensation of his new, cephalopodan limbs. Take a deep breath and reach out, and out, until he can feel every cell in his body and what they touch.
That is how Gar feels when he transforms. He sees the room expanding as his body size decreases, his sensations adjust as he morphs into an octopus’s unique anatomy.
Gar hears Dick whistle behind him, sounding impressed in his unique dickish way.
When the first suckers touch Jason’s heel, the boy jumps, his body tensing before settling down. The feeling of touch is phenomenal when Gar crawls across the bed and sprawls onto his mate’s body using the versatile suckers lining the underside of his arms, Jason’s heat seeping through to his limbs and penetrating him to the core.
Jason is bigger than Gar—most people are, in fact—and Gar is more than okay with that. He has no problem accepting that his human form will forever be small and lean, because he makes up for it by using his power to his advantage. Gar can turn into a mountain gorilla, or an elephant, or a Siberian tiger. He can be bigger than any human in existence, as long as he wants to.
But he chose this because there is nothing more versatile than an octopus. There is truly not another creature in the world like it, both mobile and perceptive, each limb receiving waves of sensation from anything they touch.
“Robin, I want you to stay very still,” Gar says as he straddles on top of Jason. “Just like this, on all fours. Don’t move an inch, no matter what I do to you. Understood?”
Gar feels Jason shiver. Oh, God, it’s such a tender and sensual shiver, and he had felt it with every cell in his body.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good boy.”
Gar hears another snap of the camera behind him, but he tunes Dick out and starts moving.
Four of Gar’s arms move in tandem, gliding across Jason’s skin, feeling the bulge of his muscles underneath their touch. They twist, writhe, and crawl over the sub’s torso, sliding into the small of Jason’s back, curling forward to his chest. Jason’s chest is heated, his breathing even, and Gar can feel every rise and fall of his ribcage as he wraps two of his tendrils on Jason’s nipples on either side.
With his heightened senses, Gar can feel the vibration of Jason’s breathing quicken just a little as he twists the tips of his tentacles over the little nubs on his chest until they become hard. The boy groans, breathing through Gar’s soft touch.
“That’s right, Robin,” Gar purrs with a trill of his voice. “Give in. Close your eyes.”
Jason makes a sound of acknowledgement and dips his head lower. Gar reaches forward and runs one of his tentacles over his face, feeling his shut eyelids and his rounded eyes underneath, then the tickling eyelashes, the cute nose, and his pursed lips. Some of Gar’s suckers get caught on Jason’s face and Gar has to pull his arm off. Jason merely breathes from the gentle tug.
“Good Robin,” Gar says, continuing his play with the nipples as he runs the other two tendrils over Jason’s cheeks, temporarily drinking in the feeling of his smooth, youthful skin. “You are so obedient. You want to be a good sub for me, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You are going to stay still, right? Just like how Uncle Changeling wants from you?”
“Yes.”
The tentacles slide away from Jason’s cheeks, pulling maybe four or five suckers from his skin before the tips curl over his lips.
“Open up for Uncle Changeling, Rob-Rob.”
Jason does, obediently like a good little sub, and Gar enters him.
They reach deeper into that heat, and Gar marvels at the moistness and the softness of that tongue.
“Curl your tongue over them.”
Jason does. He wraps his tongue over one tentacle and makes a licking motion. It feels amazing, that sensation of the textured surface moving across his suckers.
Another snap of the camera, and Gar remembers Dick is still here.
“Good boy,” Gar says, ignoring Dick’s presence. There’s a sense of pride when Gar feels Jason’s body relax underneath him.
Two more of Gar’s tentacles reach underneath Jason and find his cock. One wraps around it—thick, hard, and already leaking—and starts stroking. The disks underneath the tendril stick to the shaft and create little popping noises. Jason grunts through the tentacles in his mouth, and Gar feeds off of the way the sub’s body is arcing in response to his teasing.
“Good, responsive Robin,” Gar says, “you are going to be Uncle Changeling so happy, aren’t you?”
Jason makes another grunting noise from behind the tentacles. It sounds like an affirmative. Gosh, the kid still acts exactly like how he used to. So eager to please. So malleable.
Gar rests his head closer to Jason’s hips and changes his skin, shifting the incredible cephalopodan cells to make his surface texture more bumpy and less smooth. He rubs himself over Jason’s ass, teasing him. And he runs one of his final tentacles—his hectocotylus, the octopus’s cock—inside the crack. The texture of the tendril stimulates Jason’s entrance as the sub arches his tense body, trying to follow the instruction for him to stay still.
An arm playing with Jason’s nipple leaves to stretch to the nightstand and pick up a bottle of lube. Gar flips the lid open easily with his flexible limbs and squeezes some of that liquid between Jason’s cheeks.
“That’s right, Rob-Rob, you are being so good.”
Jason keens at that, and Dick snaps another few photos.
Gar smooths the gel over Jason’s entrance and, with one tentacle playing with his cock, Gar flips his foreskin back to reveal his pinkish head. He flips the tip of the tentacle over the slit at the top back-and-forth, prompting another heavy sigh from Jason, before entering the small hole.
Jason’s breathing quickens, and Gar can feel the inside of his cock, the warmth of the kid’s urethra, as he pushes the tentacle deeper and deeper.
“Doing so good, Robin. You are doing so well.”
Gar’s tentacle cock—the most sensitive part of his already hypersensitive form—wipes the lube over Jason’s hole until the tip of it slips in. It feels good. So fucking good as Gar pushes his sucker-lined appendage deeper into that hole. He feels around in there, taking advantage of his form to curl his cock inside that warm passage, looking around for the spot of stimulation.
Gar knows he has found it when Jason releases another deep moan. Gar grinds there, the disks catching on the inner wall and pinching the spot here the prostate is.
Jason shakes and manages a little sob. His breathing is becoming deeper and more even, something that indicates the sub has already sunken into his subspace and is now drifting deeper.
“Could the other Titans do this, kid?” Gar says, wiggling the tentacles over Jason’s nipple and pumps the tip of another one in and out of his urethra. He is delighted by the way Jason’s breathing seems to change. Every breath Jason takes sends a fresh wave of sensation down Gar’s body.
Gar hears a sound behind him. A step. Something hard presses between Jason’s cheeks, nudging Gar’s tentacles to settle comfortably over Jason’s hole.
“Hey!”
Something is flipped on, and suddenly, there’s a wave of controlled electrical current sent through both Jason's and Gar’s bodies.
Jason twitches, but he doesn’t do so much as breathe quicker. Gar seizes, sprawled across Jason’s back and attached to every one of his sensitive spots. Colors flash before Gar’s eyes and his lids flutter. A wave of pleasure claims him. His limbs contort from the stimulant, and he feels the electricity everywhere.
It lasts only three seconds, but it’s the best fucking feeling. Gar feels his penis tendril enlarged and throbbing, pleasure flowing through him.
“Oh, fuck, Dick!”
Gar can’t help but thrash two of his limbs in the air in excitement.
“Do that again, fuck! I could feel his hole contracting! I was practically dancing! It’s so fucking cool!”
Behind him, Dick chuckles.
A moment later, the escrima stick is pressed to Jason’s hole once more, and the electricity is turned on. The shock bursts from the tip and Gar feels like he is flying. His tentacles respond to the shock and writhe over Jason’s skin. The one in his urethra starts seizing and thrusting nonstop. One of the tendrils curls tightly over the base of the cock and Jason’s balls, suckers attaching there as it gives an involuntary squeeze.
Jason’s breath catches. And then he comes.
The shock lasts through Jason’s orgasm. Dick’s thumb leaves the switch briefly to stop for two seconds before pressing again to release more electricity. Jason’s cum gets stopped by Gar’s tentacle, overflowing his pee hole. Only a thin stream pushes through, dripping down the tip of his cock and staining the bedsheet.
Gar comes himself after Dick finally stops.
An octopus’s orgasm is actually not half as incredible as a human’s. His senses are so overpowering that the release of cum isn’t even felt. Gar’s body does spasm a little, and he takes joy from the way Jason’s breathing changes from the rapid writhing and curling of his tentacles.
Dick laughs.
“Good job, Gar. That was something.”
Gar sighs contently and wraps himself tighter over Jason’s hips, relaxing against him.
He would’ve stayed longer, if not for Dick picking him up and dropping him on the floor.
“Hey!” Gar protests.
He looks up, too fucked out to remember to change back into a human just now, and sees Dick sitting by the bed, draping a towel over Jason’s naked, shaking form.
Gar can’t help but feel a strange possessiveness taking over him. It isn’t a great feeling to see Dick holding and comforting the sub he has just shared a scene with. Sure, Jason is rented. Dick still shouldn’t have interjected their session like that.
“Are you going to bring him back up so soon?” Gar asks, still as an octopus.
“Not yet, he needs to be down for longer.”
“Then you shouldn’t take over for me, geez.”
Dick looks down at the floor, one eyebrow cocked up.
“You aren’t done yet?”
“I may be all fucked out-” Gar shifts, taking his eight limbs closer to his body and morphing himself back to his bipedal form once more- “but my session isn’t over yet. Doesn’t mean you should take over for me. That’s rude, dude.”
Dick’s eyes follow Gar as he transforms. He has an amused look on his face.
“Oh?” He says, “What are you going to do next?”
“What, do you doubt my skills as a dom?”
Dick wipes off his smirk and puts on a serious face.
“No, of course not, Gar.”
Content with the answer, Gar shifts again. This time, his body turns smaller and smaller. His ears become pointier and move to the top of his cranium, his body becomes tetrapodal, and a long tail grows out from his rear.
Gar mewls and jumps onto the bed.
He circles Jason’s arm and rubs his head affectionately at him. He then looks up at Jason’s face—eyes heavy-lidded and glassy, looking unaware of his surroundings.
“Robin,” Gar speaks with a purr as Dick looks at him with an unimpressed gaze. “Go into a sitting position, put the towel over your lap,” he orders. “Then put me on your lap and pet me.”
Jason follows the instructions, sitting upright and placing the towel over his lap. He really is doing well. Gar thinks this is Jason’s true nature, and not just some side effect of whatever fucked up drug Dick has put him on.
Dick sits closer as Jason follows Gar’s orders, placing an arm over his shoulders. Jason picks Gar up and places him on his lap, and immediately, Gar paws at the towel and purring.
Jason’s hand finds Gar’s fur and strokes along his back. Gar shivers with delight. Then fingers scratch his chin. Gar makes a trilling sound with his voice and flops to his back, showing his stomach.
Dick is chuckling.
“Just look at you, Gar. I don’t think I’ve ever met another dom like you.”
“Well,” Gar says, “don’t judge a book by its cover, okay, dude?” He stretches his paws, then hisses when Jason tries to pet his stomach. “No touch on the belly, kid! Just the ears, alright?”
Jason retreats, then starts petting Gar’s ear again.
“Definitely none of the other Titans is like you, alright,” Dick says.
“Haven’t you ever met a cat, Dick? You can’t get more domineering than one of these.”
Dick leans back to rest over his arms.
“I’m more of a dog person. Jason is, too, if I’m not mistaken.”
“Oh, well, I’m going to train you brother to like cats.”
“He is still my sub, Gar.”
“Not right now, he isn’t.” Gar closes his eyes in bliss, leaning his head into Jason’s hand. “Now, aren’t you going to take a picture of us like this? I’m sure Tim would love that.”
“I don’t even think Damian would be interested to see something like this.”
“Everyone’s a critic.” Gar is barely listening. He is already drifting off to sleep on Jason’s lap.