Date: Thu, 22 Oct 2020 17:52:06 -0400
From: mr.evan.andrews@gmail.com
Subject: Dick Grayson and the Eye of the Tiger chapter seven - Celebrity

Dick Grayson and the Eye of the Tiger
Chapter seven: Three Men and a Present
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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Dick Grayson decided not to go back to his room after the evening program
on Saturday night. Instead he took a quiet walk in the dark woods trying to
get a grip on his feelings. For the past week or more, he, and his ass and
his mouth, had been the pet project of Spyral's cop agent, the Tiger King
of Kandahar. Ostensibly, the dark-eyed hunk had been detailed to teach Dick
how to act like a man who had sex with men by actually fucking him, but it
had gone far beyond that.

Dick hadn't realized that Tiger had started off their relationship by
doping the hero with a specially concocted aphrodisiac. He might have, in
time, but Tiger had also slipped some of Mr. Minos' designer nanobots into
the hero's body, and those nanos had slowly started to widen Dick's sensual
and sexual horizons.

Suddenly Dick sensed someone was behind him. St. Hadrian's grounds were
supposed to be safe, but instinct kicked in. He tensed, ready to fight,
until he heard Tiger's familiar, insinuating voice say, "Come along with
me, little hero."

A muscular arm wrapped itself around his shoulder, and the two men walked
on together.

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Custodian Kenneth Gunn was ignoring his assigned duties. Instead, he was
watching the show that was unfolding before his eyes in the men's room of
the athletic building. Two men, one in faculty casual and one in Spyral
camos, were kissing passionately.

Of course, Gunn knew who they were. Staff at St. Hadrian's saw and heard
everything. Mr. Richard and Mr. Wahid, Tiger to his friends, were gearing
up for a bout of hot man on man sex.

"Please, Tiger, fuck me!" the supposedly French acrobatics instructor
begged, in the most American accent Gunn had ever heard, as Tiger buried
his face in the gymnast's throat and took his ass in both hands.

The Afghan stud lifted Mr. Richard up and, as the young man wrapped his
legs around Tiger's thighs, placed his ass on the counter between two
sinks. As Tiger ground his crotch into M. Richard's ass, the acrobat
instinctively pulled his knees back towards his chest.

"Yes," Gunn thought as he pulled out his cock and started stroking it,
"This is about to get very interesting.

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Tiger got rid of Dick's coat and shirt before attacking his boy's belt
buckle and the zipper of his slacks. Shoes and socks went flying, and the
randy secret agent worked the trousers up Dick's spread legs. Once they
cleared the man's feet, Tiger cast them aside and stared down at his
fuckboy. Or lover. Or whatever Dick was. Dick's erect nine inches were
tenting his blue briefs, and Tiger growled before ripping those apart at
the fly and making short work of his underpants. Dick was jaybird naked
now, his prick erect and weeping precum, and his muscular thighs again
spread wide. With a look of eager desperation, the hero lay back, knowing
what was coming. Tiger tore open his own pants and spat into his hand. A
few deft strokes gave his eleven inches of cock all the lube Dick knew he
could expect. Then, with no further ado, the big Afghan sank into Dick's
ass in one brutal shove.

"Oh fuck, Tiger!" Dick wailed, "Ungh! Ah! Fuck!"

Even when Tiger had been rage fucking Dick after finding out about him and
Alia, he had never bottomed out on the first thrust. Now, though, Tiger had
abandoned all the niceties and was getting to the hard fucking right out of
the gate. Dick thrashed beneath the dark man-breaker's assault. Tiger had
been teasing him all day, and now the Afghan was dealing with his own
frustration. Some men, Dick knew, couldn't keep an erection when they were
fucked, even by something much less impressive than the fat cock currently
plowing him, but he himself was almost painfully hard, and his belly was
rapidly being swamped with precum juices from his bobbing phallus. Dick's
body knew exactly what it wanted.

"Fuck me, Tiger! Fuck me!"

Tiger fucked on, grinning evilly at his mewing bitch. Mr. Minos had allowed
him ten days to reduce Dick to this state, and he'd
succeeded. Magnificently. Dick, on the other hand, looked up into his
lover's, his rapist's, no it was his lover's, face, his eyes wide with
wonder as Tiger ravaged his hole. The Afghan's fuck rod was beating his
prostate to a pulp as he slammed eleven inches all the way into Dick's guts
and then pulling them all the way out.

"Kiss me, Tiger," Dick moaned, "Please!".

"Because you ask so prettily, little hero," Tiger said, before latching
onto Dick's lips and kissing him hard.

"I need it harder, Tiger! Harder!!" Dick managed to cry in spite of the
kiss.

The top stud stood up and slapped Dick's ass cheeks as he fucked.

"Ah, ow!" Dick whined, "That hurts, Tiger."

"So what? You love it!" Tiger growled, "You love whatever I give you, boy!"

Apparently they had passed beyond "little hero".

But Tiger was right. Dick had no idea what Tiger would do next, or what he
could do next. All he knew was that he was ready for almost anything.

The Afghan stud was close to painting Dick's guts with cum, but he knew he
had to hold off. This would be his last session with Dick for a while, and
he needed it to be absolutely mind-shattering.

"Take my cock, boy," he cried, "The biggest, the best dick that's ever bred
your ass, that'll ever breed your ass."

"Yes, Tiger. So big, so deep. Fuck me! Fuck me harder!"

"The only way you could get more dick is by actually having another dick
inside you!"

That was Gunn's cue.

Dick was completely in the sex-pig zone, so he missed when the brawny Scot,
his nine and a half uncut inches waving in front of him, walked into the
room. Tiger knew, though, that the man had been there all along watching,
and getting off, on Tiger's anal pummeling of his bitch.

"Right on time," Tiger laughed, and the Scottish ginger shut the door
behind him and locked it.

"Wait! No!" Dick cried, "Stop! What..."

Dick was freaking out now. It wasn't that Tiger was balls deep in his
ass. And it wasn't having people know what was going on behind closed
doors. But the idea of there being a witness to Dick's willing degradation,
that was too much.

"Stop?" Tiger asked, "Why. Haven't you noticed Gunn checking you out this
week. That's so like you. A red-headed god like this wagging his ass in
front of you, and you treat him like he's invisible. That's ingratitude."

"Tiger, get off of me! Now!" Dick cried, "This isn't right!"

Tiger, however, kept fucking his bitch.

"Not right? No, it isn't. I think you really should make it up to him,
boy," he said, "Come on and get a better look, Gunn. You never saw a bitch
so eager to be bred and so worth breeding.."

Dick watched in horror as the custodian took his place at Tiger left
hand. Gunn reached out and ran his hand over Dick's sweaty torso and over
his straining abs before wrapping his fingers around the hero's meat.

"Is he always this hard when you take his ass?" Gunn asked.

"Always," Tiger grinned, "Now help me out of these clothes and strip down
yourself."

With Gunn's aid, the Afghan Hercules was naked in no time, and then the
custodian began to strip himself. Dick watched in horrified fascination as
the Scot revealed the body that went with the impressive dick. Muscles,
ginger hair, he was arresting.

"Is this really happening?" Dick asked himself.

Dick had accepted, or so he thought, the idea of Tiger teaching him how men
fucked men, and even when Tiger's lessons had stepped over the line into a
dominant/submissive relationship, Mr. Minos' little helpers had made it
seem like a natural progression. What was happening now, though, this was
different.

"Grease up, Gunn," Tiger ordered, "I want you to taste this boy's hole
before we really give it a workout."

Tiger pulled out, and Gunn, his cock shiny with lube, stepped between
Dick's spread thighs.

"Such a bonny boy," the Scot burred with a smile.

"No, please, Tiger!" Dick whined as Gunn ran his cockhead around Dick's
pucker.

"Yes, boy. Do it, Gunn."

Gently, Gunn slid inside Dick's anal passage and began to root
around. Gently. Almost considerately.

Gunn and Tiger had met at a sex club years before. They each recognized and
appreciated the dominant streak in the other, and over the years they had
developed a friendship. They picked up subs together and occasionally
shared a particularly succulent boy if the mood struck them. Dick Grayson
was as succulent as they came.

"Please, Gunn," Dick begged, "Stop. This... ugh! This... Not right."

"I'd say," Gunn taunted, "You're nowhere near tight enough."

The ginger stud slapped Dick's ass and pinched and teased his hard nipples,
causing the bottom's sphincter to clench.

"Yeah, that's better!" the Scot moaned, "Take it, boy, and quite
complaining. Nobody ever tells Gunn not to fuck an arse he's taken a fancy
to."

"Ah! Ow!" Dick cried, sobbing uncontrollably as Gunn rodded him.

Pain in his ass, pain from his nipples, and Dick's cock was still hard,
still drooling juice. What had Tiger done to him?! Had he really turned
Dick from a pussy hound into a cock slut? Dick knew that Batman would tell
him to fight, but he couldn't. No matter how wrong his brain knew this was,
his body wanted all of it that he could get. Dick held out for another
minute, and then he felt something inside him break. His shame turned into
desire. For a few moments, all he could do was stare at Gunn's bearded face
as the red-headed god plowed him some man cunt, then the sidekick accepted
it all.

"Fuck me, Gunn," he gasped, "Yeah, just like that!"

Tiger let his buddy breed the hero for a while longer before reclaiming
Dick's ass for himself. Dick groaned as Tiger filled him again, having
apparently forgotten Tiger's earlier threat, or promise.

"Wrap your arms around my neck, boy, and your legs around my waist," Tiger
ordered.

Dick complied, and the horny Afghan hoisted Dick's limber body off the
counter, fucking him in the air face to face. Dick was astounded by
this. Tiger hadn't tried this before, and the position gave the Afghan more
ways to breed his bitch. He tried new angles of attack. He reached new
depths. And it all made Dick quiver with excitement. His head lolled to one
side and then the other as his body accommodated Tiger's new demands.

Tiger winked at Gunn, and the Scot came up to Dick's backside. As Tiger's
thrusts slowed down, momentarily, Gunn lined up his cock and pushed against
Dick's already full orifice.

"Fuck!" Dick screamed as he felt his ass kissed by another cockhead, "No! I
can't! Too big! Too much cock! Aiyeee!"

Gunn's meat nosed its way into his ass alongside Tiger's. Dick, screaming,
tried to fight back the assault, but again his body overruled him. Gunn's
dick sank inexorably deeper inside Dick's guts, and they gave way before
him. Dick roared in pain, in pleasure, in humiliation, and in ecstasy.

Tiger and Gunn ignored Dick's incoherent vocalizations and proceeded to
doubly breed the wailing bitch. They both felt it when the young man's ass
gave in and accepted that both fuck-rods belonged inside him. Needed to be
inside him. Dick still screamed, but it was a scream of submissive
completion.

"Fuck yes!" Dick screamed as both men bottomed out together, their cocks
fucking as one.

The hero's dick splooged a false load of precum.

"That's the boy I trained," Tiger beamed as Dick's cock jumped, "Time now
for the hardest lesson of all. You with me, Gunn."

"Right with you, Tiger."

And Gunn was. It was all Dick could do to hold onto Tiger's neck as the two
studs brutalized his fuckhole. They coordinated their thrusts, raising and
lowering Dick's sex-crazed body so he could get the most from their
combined shafts. Dick was filled in a way he could never have
imagined. Even with all the times Tiger had bottomed out in his hole, this
was a hundred times hotter.

"Fuck me!" the hero gasped, "Fucking fuck me! I need both you to cum inside
me! Fuck!"

"That's my boy," Tiger crowed, "That's my bitch! You were made to take both
our dicks!"

"Ungh! I can't take it much longer! It's too fucking good!" Dick sobbed,
"Come on, you fuckers! Seed my ass. Seed me and let me cum!"

The restroom reeked of male sweat, precum, and fucked ass.

"You ready to cum?" Gunn asked Tiger.

The Afghan looked at Dick's face, kissing him and taking in the crazed look
in the hero's eyes.

"Yeah, but let's get a little better purchase."

Gunn nodded and pulled out before helping Tiger onto his back on the
floor. Dick still had the eleven inches of Tiger's masculinity lodged in
his body, and he just followed his lover down. He stared down at Tiger's
grimly smiling face and kissed him desperately.

"Let's get you bred properly, little hero," the Afghan stud said.

Tiger started thrusting again as Gunn got up on his toes and hunkered into
position. He aimed his nine plus and forced his way back inside Dick's
body. Dick's eyes rolled back in his head as his ragdoll of a body flopped
between the two penile assaults. They weren't fucking in unison now; rather
they were alternating who was going in and who was coming out. Dick's dark
curls whipped to one side and then the other.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" he moaned.

Dick rested his upper body against Tiger's chest while Gunn wrapped an arm
under his belly and pulled himself in close. The hero's dick was not so
much leaking precum as gushing it, and all the while, the studs breeding
him like livestock grunted and groaned their own pleasure.

"My little hero," Tiger gasped into Dick's ear, "My hot boy. My fuckable
bitch. Are you ready for us to end this?"

"Fuck, Tiger," Dick sobbed, "I've got to cum, but I never want you to stop
fucking me!"

"That was the plan," the Afghan chucked as his grabbed Dick shaft, "Brace
yourself. Gunn, now!"

Tiger ran an errant finger over Dick's frenulum, and the hero bitch felt
his cock swell, then start pulsing. The sap rose in his rod, and he cried,
"Tiger, I'm cumming. Fuck me hard! UNGH!"

Dick's body got rigid, and Gunn and Tiger could feel his sphincter
clutching at their poles. The Scottish stud pulled Tiger's boy upright and
teased his sensitive nipples.

"Cum, you hot little piece of ass!" Gunn growled, "I want to see Tiger's
body painted with your sperm!

Before Dick could shoot off, though, Tiger roared. The afghan's nuts roiled
in his sack, and his cock started hosing Dick's guts down with
man-cream. Gunn felt the pulsations and howled out his own orgasm. Cum
scalded Dick's innards and oozed out of his obscenely distended rectum. It
was just what he needed to complete his orgasmic circuit. Dick bucked
almost off the shafts impaling him, arched his back, and braced himself
against Gunn's chest. His legs stiffened, his toes curled, and an
inarticulate scream escaped him.

"Arrrggghhh!"

Suddenly Dick's cum was flying everywhere. Ropes of man-goo sailed through
the air to splatter all over Tiger's face and body. Even more wads, perhaps
too heavy with sperm, erupted from his cum-slit and ran viscously down his
wagging staff.

When Dick's balls were drained of everything he had to give, he collapsed
over top of Tiger. Gunn leaned over and nuzzled, gently, at his neck.

"That was fucking hot, you not so French as you want us to believe stud,"
Gunn whispered.

Dick couldn't answer the Scot in words, but he agreed. It had been
hot. Shameful, demeaning, dirty, yeah, but hot all the same. He nodded
weakly; it was all he could do.

"You think you'll be up for round two anytime soon, Gunn?" Tiger asked with
a leer.

"Round two?" Dick thought his eyes going wide, "The fuck...?"

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There was a round two, of course. And even a round three. It was early
morning before their balls gave out and they had to call it a night. During
round two, in the middle of Gunn and Tiger spit-roasting him, Dick suddenly
remembered the cameras Spyral had everywhere. He had no delusions but that
everybody in the spy organization would know every least detail of this
night's tryst. Probably before chapel was over. Just as they'd known about
last week's fuck-fest.

"Shit," Dick thought, but then he realized. This had to be the punishment
that Mr. Minos had had in mind from the start. Not only did Dick now have a
reputation, there was evidence to prove it. Dick, Mr. Richard, did get
fucked; he had given himself to Tiger; and he had been enough of a pig to
extend his favors even to Gunn. And if to Gunn, then why not to other men?

"What the hell," Dick thought as his mouth oozed saliva, mucus, and
Scottish jizz, "You knew the job was dangerous when you took it, Grayson."

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In the morning, Dick found himself in his bed with no idea how he had
gotten there. Or rather, he had some idea because Tiger was spooned up
against his back, his eleven inches of fuck-meat hard once again, ready for
more action. The Afghan rubbed his length up and down Dick's cum-slick
ass-crack.

"Are you awake, little hero? The sun is just up, and the birds have been
serenading for almost an hour."

He kissed Dick's shoulder.

"How do you feel?" Tiger asked.

Dick paused before answering.

"I don't know what to say. I've never been fucked like that. Ever."

"Your body seemed to like it."

"Well, yeah, of course it would," Dick laughed, "My aching nuts tell me how
much it liked that action."

"But your mind?" Tiger pressed, "Your soul?"

Dick rolled halfway over and smiled at Tiger.

"I think we all liked it. I never took so many loads. And look, you ended
up in my bed. I think this is the first time you've been here in the
morning."

"And the last, at least for a little while," Tiger said seriously.

"Last?" Dick was confused, "But I thought..."

"Remember our first night," Tiger said, "I told you that Mr. Minos had
assigned me this job."

Dick looked distraught. Was Tiger telling him that he didn't reciprocate
Dick's feelings for him?

"Of course, there was no way Mr. Minos could have anticipated what would
happen between us," Tiger said, and he kissed Dick.

"What are you saying?"

"Dick Grayson, you are an idiot. Adorable and immanently fuckable, but an
idiot all the same. You remember we are both agents for a dangerous spy
organization, yes. You remember that we have a mission, that we have
personal missions, and that we must attend to them?"

"But..."

"I am heading out today on one of those missions. I can't even tell myself
the details; it's that secret. And you, little hero, are still stuck at
St. Hadrian's. For a while. Eventually, though, you'll be out in the field
too, probably with Matron if the rumors I've been hearing are true."

"Helena? Why?"

"Hey, Tiger's just an agent. He doesn't call the shots—except in bed
with you."

Dick smiled.

"By the way, I'm not leaving you empty handed. Or empty assed."

Tiger picked up a package off the side table and handed it to Dick. The
sidekick tore the paper and pulled out of the box a short, but effective,
butt-plug shaped like the last few inches of Tiger's cock. Just enough of
it to reach his prostate.

"For me?" Dick asked, "Why?"

"When we're not together, little hero, I don't want you to forget how my
cock feels when I can't be there to keep your sweet ass filled myself. And
look, this here is a reservoir that you can fill with anything you
want. Piss, or lube, or even my cum."

A vial of milky white fluid lay alongside the butt plug in the box.

"Mine," Tiger said, "All mine. All for you."

And that was a lie. The vial actually contained a clever mixture of Tiger's
cum and the same drug that had made Dick's first night of hot man-sex so
soul shattering.

"If you run out, I've left several more vials with Dr. Netz. Apply to her
for refills," Tiger said, "With this inside you, you see, you can have my
seed greasing your insides day and night and be reminded about how you love
being taken by my whole dick."

Dick was speechless.

"Spread your legs, little hero, and let me get you fitted up."

Dick spread his legs, kicking aside the covers, and Tiger carefully lubed
his hole. He rubbed the head of the butt-plug over Dick's pucker for only a
couple of moments before taking aim and gently sliding the plug into Dick's
hot ass.

"Oh, holy fuck, Tiger!" Dick moaned, and immediately his cock filled out.

"Enjoy the gift, little hero."

The two embraced and kissed, with Tiger giving Dick a professionally direct
hand-job. In only a few minutes, the teasing hand on his cock and the
internal friction from the plug riding over his prostate had Dick cumming
again.

Tiger lifted his hand and for the first time licked up a dose of Dick's
sperm. He licked his lips and then rolled out of bed. Grabbing his clothes,
Tiger, still naked, made a bee line for the door.

"Oh," the Afghan said, "And Tiger is not the jealous sort. If you want to
have another fuck with Gunn, go right ahead. He can also introduce you to
other hot-to-trot men. After all, with Tiger gone, Mr. Richard will still
have a reputation to maintain."

He leered.

"Don't let Tiger's lessons go to waste, little hero."

And with that he left.

Dick lay in bed a while longer, but the sunshine wouldn't let him stay
there. He sighed, slid the butt plug out of his hole, and rolled out of bed
himself. A quick shower and some clean clothes, a fast breakfast, and
chapel, these would help anchor Dick's world again.

After chapel, Helena approached him.

"Tiger told you he was going on a mission?"

"Oui, Madame," Dick said flatly.

"Don't sound so mournful, Richard," she said, "He'll be back, and maybe
you'll both be here at the same time so you can resume your liaison."

She meant it kindly, Dick supposed, or as kindly as a woman as driven as
Helena was could manage. Until Tiger got back, he'd have to manage. Perhaps
between Tiger's butt plug, his hand, and a vivid imagination...

But as he turned away, he caught sight of Gunn heading off towards the
staff's quarters. Silently, surreptitiously, Dick followed.



Author's note:

These chapters have taken place all in a single alternate week of the
comic. I have notes on how to take Dick and Tiger's story further. But that
all remains to be written. Have patience. There's more to come. -- Evan