Date: Fri, 16 Oct 2020 15:05:03 -0400
From: mr.evan.andrews@gmail.com
Subject: Dick Grayson and the Eye of the Tiger chapter six - Celebrity

Dick Grayson and the Eye of the Tiger
Chapter six: Mr. Right and Mr. Right Now
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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By the end of chapel on Sunday all the staff and a sizable part of the
student body apparently knew all about Dick and Tiger and their torrid
affair. The cat was out of the bag, and there was no going back.

Helena sidled up to him afterwards and asked, "Is there some problem,
Richard?"

From anyone else it would have sounded like sincere concern, but given what
Dick knew she knew it was close to a jab.

"They all know," he said.

"After the recital you songbirds put on last night, I'd be more surprised
if they didn't."

She stopped him and continued, "And on that note, I've been asked by your
neighbors to request you be quieter while pursuing your affair with Tiger,
even if you can't be more discrete."

Dick blushed. Since he hadn't meant to do anything more than play a gay
man, he thought it unfair to be taken to task for something that Mr. Minos
had roped him into, namely having actual sex with Tiger. He wondered how
quiet Helena would be if someone stuck eleven inches of hot dick up her
ass.

"I'll do what I can," he promised.

Sunday night it proved easy enough to keep the promise. Tiger didn't put in
an appearance in Dick's room. Dick's cock, however, expected him, and if
Tiger wasn't on hand to satisfy it he'd have to take matters in hand
himself. Dick lay back in the middle of his bed, spread his legs wide,
bending them at the knees, and wrapped his right hand around the demanding
brat of a prick.

"Ah," he moaned as the sensitive skin ran between his fingers, "Touch me,
Tiger."

He kept on stroking with one hand and pulled his balls tight with the
other.

"Mmmm."

Precum leaked out Dick's piss-slit, and his jerking off became punctuated
with wet, squelchy noises. His left hand abandoned his ample cum-bubblers
and lubed themselves up with his juices before heading towards his
asshole. The guardian muscle there felt the fingers knocking at his anal
door and did what it had learned to. It relaxed and let the strong but
delicate digits work their way inside him.

"Fuck! Tiger! Take me," Dick groaned as his fingers began to fuck his ass.

Dick knew full well by now where to find his prostate in his hot man-pussy,
but he also knew that if he went for the love nut right away he'd come way
too soon. The same went for the button of nerves in his frenulum. Tiger
wouldn't have let him off that easily, and he wasn't going to be any kinder
on himself. He forced his two hands instead to keep up their generalized
assault.

In Dick's mind he could see Tiger's hands, instead of his own, playing with
his sensitive parts, driving him on while still denying him. The hero kept
it on as long as he could, which, due to years of training from Batman, was
longer than most other men could have. In the end, though, the nerve
messages to his brain and the hormones raging through his body reached the
point of no return.

"Tiger! Fuck! Cumming!" he almost yelled, but again control over his body
asserted itself and all he did was grunt.

"Ungh! Ungh! Ungh!" he gasped as his dick jerked about and shot man-goo all
over his belly.

Dick's athlete's body shuddered as he came down from his orgasmic high, and
torpor took control of his limbs.

"Fuck, Tiger," he sighed, and he passed quickly into sleep.

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The next afternoon, while Dick was walking from the dining hall to his
office, Tiger took him by the shoulder and pulled him into the bushes.

"Tiger..." he started to say, but the dark man interrupted him.

"Did you amuse yourself without me last night, little hero?"

"Tiger..."

"Did you?!"

"You didn't watch?"

"No, little hero. You are not my only concern. I had other business last
night that kept me from your succulent ass. Did you pleasure yourself,
little hero? Did you fingerfuck that tight hole? Did you jerk off?"

Dick hesitated before admitting, "Yeah, I did."

"So, you missed Tiger's big fat cock?"

Dick was blushing again.

"Answer me, little hero," Tiger insisted.

"Yeah, Tiger, I did. I thought of your cock. Fucking my ass and reaming out
my throat."

"And you shot a big load? No, don't answer that. Of course, you
did. Tiger's big dick drives every man wild when it takes him. Even if he's
only imagining it."

Tiger pushed his boy to his knees. Dick simply stared at the hunky Afghan
as he tore open his pants.

"Here's the cock you missed. Suck me, little hero. Suck Tiger's dick."

"Holy..." Dick started as Tiger fished his monster out of his pants,
"Tiger, you know there're people just feet away? That people may have seen
you grab me? Do you know what they're going to think? What they're going to
say?"

"Fuck yes, I know they're there; that's what makes this so hot. And yes
again, I know for sure they saw; that makes it even hotter. And about what
they say, little hero, I don't give a damn. And shouldn't you have my cock
in your mouth by now instead of worrying about gossip? Gossip was the
reason for this relationship in the first place."

Dick gave a half shake of his head and, resigned, leaned forward to swallow
Tiger's shaft. In the few days that had passed since Tiger had first fucked
his face, Dick had become quite proficient in using his mouth. As before,
he rolled up his tank-top and whipped out his own nine-inch dick for a good
wanking as Tiger began plowing his throat.

Dick had to admit that Tiger had been right. Knowing that he was having
almost public sex was unbelievably hot. He gagged as Tiger varied the angle
of his penile assault, and the slime that always was there when he was
facefucked drooled out to give him lube for jerking off. The knowledge that
people: staff, students, and other Spyral agents, were passing by just
paces away (some of whom probably knew full well what was going on in the
bushes) made the already hot sex even more exciting. Possibly getting
caught was just part of the game of being Tiger's lover. Dick groaned with
the realization and gave himself over to satisfying the muscular Afghan's
sexual demands.

When Tiger came, which he did rather quickly, filling Dick's gullet with
his rich salty man cream, Dick still hadn't gotten himself off. The Afghan
top ignored Dick's plight and simply fastened his pants before walking out
of the shrubbery as if nothing had happened. If Dick hadn't been so turned
on by the man, so besotted by the thought of Tiger's massive dick, he might
have been insulted. As it was, he simply finished himself off by hand. The
rich taste and scent of Tiger's sperm clouded his mind, and his cock spat
several wads of his own seed into the air. The hero fell back on his
haunches and stared at the mess that oozed from his chest to his cock and
the puddles of white on the rich earth. Tiger had been right. That had
maybe been the hottest sex he had in what his balls were sure had to have
been a week, though it was actually not more than a day. Maybe Tiger would
show up again tonight. The thought made Dick moan again. Fuck yeah, he was
so hot and eager for Tiger to fuck his ass again.

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Tiger did appear that night, and Dick did his best to abide by Helena's
order to keep it down. He had a dirty jock stuffed in his mouth to stifle
his cries which Tiger smirked at. Helena had told him about her
conversation with the hero after chapel.

Tiger, of course, had received no such caution, and so gave full vent to
his passion.

Lying on his back, looking up at his fucker, Dick groaned as the bearded
muscle-stud ground his guts to jelly.

"Ungh, ungh, ungh."

"Talk to me, little hero," Tiger said, "I can see in your face that you
love this, but I want you telling me that. Use your words."

And that said, he pulled the jock out of Dick's mouth and shoved in hard.

"Ah!" Dick cried, but then he got control of himself, "Tiger, don't. People
have... Helena said..."

"I don't fucking care," Tiger said as he long-dicked Dick's hole for a few
strokes, "Tell me what you want, little hero. Tell me you want me to fuck
you."

"You know I do!"

"Good," And Tiger started pounding Dick's ass again while the hero gritted
his teeth and keened.

Helena, watching the action from her office, smiled. It was delicious to
see this cocky hero trying to satisfy two masters at once. She wondered
which one would win out in the end.

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The week progressed, and the legend of Dick and Tiger's affair did nothing
but grow. It was all the talk, supplanting even football and the latest
Geordie Shore scandal. Dick grew used to the whispers that followed him
whenever he went out in public, which he had to do daily as part of his
cover. What he never adjusted to was Tiger's creativeness in his sexual
pursuit. The idol of Dick's heart and cock stole clandestine kisses with
him—in his office or in secluded corners. Intimate fondling accompanied
the kissing, and a few times Tiger either had Dick give him a hand job or,
once when the Afghan was feeling magnanimous, they'd had a bout of mutual
masturbation. It was amazing St. Hadrian's didn't reek of their spilled
seed. The randomness of it all, the having no idea what was coming next,
kept the hero in a state of disequilibrium. Dick popped a boner every time
he saw Tiger, or when he saw a place Tiger might be lying in wait. Since
most of St. Hadrian's seemed designed to accommodate hunky men in hiding
until it was time for them to jump out and attack their submissive lovers,
Dick's frequent erections became a joke not only among the school's staff
but also among his students (except for a few that felt betrayed
somehow. To be fair, though, there were other students that had manga on
the brain and imagined M. Richard as the lead in some sort of yaoi
romance. Helena had even found herself smiling over the erotic operas that
Dr. Netz's showed her). Dick was always showing up places flustered, with
his tights or shorts or even dress pants not quite managing to hide a rigid
cock or the stain of precum.

"Pauvre petit, or not so petit, and that's the joke of it," Helena laughed

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"Did you hear what they were up to last night? So shocking!" the char,
Mrs. Waldrouck, laughed to Helena as she was cleaning out the headmistress'
office.

Not only had Helena heard, she'd watched. Tiger was an inventive fucker, no
doubt.

"Oh, I'm fairly hard to shock," Helena said with a smile, "But what do you
expect from men? I suspected something like this might happen—Richard is
French after all—so I'm glad Mr. Wahid has taken him under his wing."

The Waldrouck snickered, "Is that what they're calling it nowadays?"

"Under his wing, or under whatever. So long as the two of them keep it
behind closed doors and don't frighten the students, the squirrels, or the
delivery people, we can live with it."

"I can, certainly. I don't sleep, or not sleep which is more to the point,
in his building. But still, I feel sorry for Mr. Richard every time I see
the poor lad limping off to class. You don't think that Mr. Wahid would
fuck him into an early grave, do you?"

Helena did not and said as much.

As Mrs. Waldrouck left, Helena smiled.

"That," she thought, "Is what you deserve, Richard Grayson, for thinking
yourself too clever by half."

But she had to agree with Mrs. Waldrouck that Tiger was dedicated almost to
the point of obsession in his sexual subjugation of Dick. She knew from
surveillance of Tiger's own room that someone had finally let slip to Tiger
about the affair Dick had had with Alia, Agent 8, Tiger's partner until the
girl's cockiness had gotten her killed. For a day or two Tiger seemed
almost as if he were punishing his bitch boy. (Helena had had to mollify a
few of Dick's neighbors after those nights.) Helena suspected
Dr. Netz—she'd also had a soft spot for Alia—was the one who spilled
the beans, but she had no proof of it. Still, after those couple of days,
Dick and Tiger's liaison was back to the simmering cauldron of unmitigated
lust it had been before. Yes, choosing Tiger to attend to Dick's sexual
reprogramming had been a stroke of genius on Mr. Minos' part. The Afghan
was, she knew (and if she knew so did Mr. Minos), sexually voracious. From
the stories, he was willing to fuck anything: man or woman (but never a
child), and there were even some apocrypha regarding him and domestic
animals or even unwary garden produce.

Tiger, of course, also heard the titters and whispers behind his back when
he walked the halls of St. Hadrian's, especially when he was heading in the
direction of Dick's room. He didn't let that bother him, though, not a
bit. He was following Mr. Minos' orders, for one thing, and for another he,
Tiger, was topping, fucking an incredibly hot man over and over until that
stud was totally smitten with him. Let them laugh. Tiger knew he was
getting the better end of the deal out of this setup, and the revenge
aspect just added spice. The richest bit was that Dick, his little hero,
didn't seem to have realized that he was always the bottom, the submissive,
in these encounters. It was just "natural" order of their relationship, and
Dick accepted it. It was so rich.

Of course, it couldn't last. They were both agents of a powerful and
clandestine spy organization and the field was calling. Tiger would be on
his own, until they came up with a new partner for him, and Dick would
apparently be going out with Helena.

Tiger would have to figure out something to do about that.