With his hands clenched in fists at his sides, flexing his strongly defined forearms, Dick Grayson stared down at his Professor. The man was easily more than three times his age and posed literally no physical harm to the young teen thunderbolt. Grayson, as Robin, or as himself could physically dominate this man in a matter of a split second. His years of training as a gymnast, acrobat, bodybuilder and crime fighter were however at this moment useless to him. Without posing even the slightest physical danger the little man had reduced the strapping young man to a helpless pawn.
"Professor, I haven't done anything to you. I beg of you, please. Please don't release our identities. Think of the harm that could come of what you're mentioning. Not to me but the knowledge of exactly who we are could impact our ability to help in..."
"Mr. Grayson", the professor interrupted as he gently reached up and placed a small hand on the firm shoulder of the young stallion, "I assured you that I intend you no harm whatsoever. My knowledge of your identity is safe, completely safe and you have my word on that." The hand slowly slid down the outer arm of the hero and the professor deftly squeezed the more than baseball sized ripped bicep that instinctively tensed at the feel of the small hand. Looking back up into the quizzical young face of his student he continued, "As long as you adhere to my requests young Robin, you have nothing to worry about."
Admiration, especially when dressed in the revealing costume that Batman had made for him, was not uncommon to Grayson. He'd been lured at, taunted by criminals over his physical beauty and often referred to as homosexual due to his relationship as a "sidekick" to the Dark Knight. Comfortable with his identity and his sexuality, Grayson was not fazed by the way that others gawked at him. The way that his professor was touching his arm, with adoration and lust in his eyes was something that he had seen before. On occasion, in the locker room at the gym or while preparing for a gymnastics meet, he would catch another man admiring his physique. He'd been sexually teased by the Catwoman while tied in a spread-eagle position before her and forced to endure the prodding of the Penguin's goons at his shirtless form while hung by his wrists. Through all of those experiences he'd never been as uncomfortable as he was right now, knowing he had to bargain with his professor to simply remain anonymous.
"I think you are about as close to physical perfection as a young man can be", the professor said softly as he circled behind the young hero. "From every angle your form is flawless. I am sure you have seen me admiring you in class. You often wear a pair of snug khaki slacks that do a very good job of highlighting your physique. This uniform however", the older man gently moved the cape that hung well below the hero's thighs slightly to the side to get a clear look at his athletic backside, "does you more than justice You have amazing legs and your gluts are high and tight."
The older man released the cape and it fell back into place as he again walked in front of the stunned Adonis. Standing just inches in front of Grayson, the older man allowed his eyes to soak in the contours of the masculine features before him. How the red tunic clung to the gymnasts build as the young athlete drew breath, struggling to keep his composure. The rippling muscles of his chest and abdominals were defined clearly in the tight uniform.
"Sir, please. I know that you don't mean to harm me. I think I understand what you're thinking you want from me but", the young man shifted his weight from one side to the other and balled his left fist into his right, again displaying his strong upper arms as his flexed biceps tugged at the tight nylon material of his tunic. "I appreciate the attention sir, really, I do but you need to know that I am straight. I am not interested in anything."
"Mr. Grayson", the older man stated with authority that Robin wasn't used to hearing. "I quite frankly don't care what you're interested in or what you want. The fact that you prefer the attention of women is also fine with me. I appreciate your attraction to the female species more than you know. I am a fan of yours. I appreciate the beauty of your physique; I find your strong body and lithe, athletic movement incredibly alluring. I have planned an enjoyable afternoon with my intentions, not yours in mind. If you would like for me to keep our little secret, you'll agree to my requests."
The older blue grey eyes looked firmly into the beautiful green eyes of the young athlete. "Now, let's start by having you remove that cape." The older man held his hand out, waiting for the young superhero to begin the process of turning over his clothing. With a sneering smile and a lick of his lips the professor again reminded the Boy Wonder. "Remember, I know who you are."
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