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It was Tim’s idea. Tim always had the best ideas. He watched as Jason bent Dick over and fingered him, stretching him out with lube. Dick always made the best little whimpers when Jason was playing with him.
Damian was at the work desk tinkering on the item that Tim had whispered in his ear. He had a knowing smirk the entire time which only widened at Dick’s moans.
“Is it done?” Tim asked, “We need to go for patrol soon.”
“Yes,” Damian clicked his tongue studying the object in his hands.
“And this one’s almost done too,” Jason chuckled pushing in a little more.
“Come on Jay,” Dick tried to move back so that Jason’s finger would slide forward, but the younger man held him by the shoulder with his free hand.
“Nuh uh uh, you stay still Pretty Bird, we have a present for you.”
Damian came from the work bench, passed Tim something and then moved to Dick. He opened his palm showing an egg shaped object coloured in a light blue.
“I call it the Robin’s egg,” Damian’s eagerness was written all over his face. From his seat at the computers Tim smirked, approving of the silly nickname.
“Know what it is?” Tim asked.
Dick shook his head studying the object. Tim pressed the small remote Damian had handed him. The egg buzzed to life in Damian’s hand. It thrummed at a high speed, and Dick was starting to get the picture if the open mouthed surprise was anything to go by.
“Now all we need is a Robin to incubate it in,” Jason smiled meanly, “I think I know just the pretty bird for the job.”
Dick tried to move away, but Jason caught him on one side and Tim on the other. They bent him over the table and Damian came up from behind. The teen squeezed his ass in appreciation.
“You didn’t do a very good job stretching him,” Damian grumbled.
“I didn’t know how big the thing was. I thought it was like, a bullet or something.”
“Oh well,” Damian shrugged. He lubed up the Robin’s Egg and then lined it up with Dick’s hole. He held Dick’s hip in one hand and pushed with the other.
“Ah!” Dick cried. It was a little too big, even with all the stretching Jason had done. Damian tutted and pushed it further and further into him.
“There, how’s that Beloved?” Damian lay both his hands on Dick’s hips running them down to his butt and squeezing.
Dick shifted to and fro, “It’s not too bad, I’ll get used to it.” He liked the fullness he felt at the egg pressed inside him. When he shifted just right he felt a brush of pleasure.
“But we need to go on patrol, get it out.”
Jason had let go of him and had moved to the toy box. Tim was clicked the switch again. Dick jumped hands on his ass in surprise.
“Ngh! Tim!” Dick protested.
“I’d say it works,” Tim nodded approvingly. He reached up, tangling his fingers in Dick’s hair and pulled him down for a quick kiss. “You’ll have to wait to have us take it out. It was designed for patrols after all.”
Jason waggled a butt-plug, “Don’t want it to slide out now, do we?”
Dick’s face was flushed, “I don’t think it could it’s so huge.”
The short plug was pushed in. Dick noticed it had a little bat symbol displayed on it. Of course.
“You’re really making me patrol with that thing inside me?” Dick asked helplessly. The others nodded proudly.
“But that’s not even the best part. Tim hummed obviously pleased with himself. “Get in your costume and I’ll show you.”
Dick sighed and reluctantly did as he was told. He studied himself in the mirror. Under the skin-tight suit the tip of the plug was just barely noticeable. Damian locked the zipper in place so that Dick couldn’t pull off the uniform without help.
“It’s going to be one of those nights, isn’t it,” Dick said with a tiny grin.
Damian gave his ass an encouraging slap and they joined the other two back in the computer room.
“Tim leaned against the console holding his remote, “Now, you can’t think that we’d waste Damian’s… talents on building an egg-shaped vibrator, right?”
Dick shook his head. Tim pressed the remote again and Dick shuddered at the constant pops of pleasure. He felt himself grow hard, his erection pressing against his cup and moaned. It was definitely going to be one of those nights.
“Well the nice thing about it is that the remote is long distance,” Tim clicked it off again. Dick reached back, running a hand down his ass. “So even when we separate, we can play with our favourite toy.”
Dick’s jaw dropped.
“Don’t worry, if you need to fight or have a clear head just use your safe word in the comms, but otherwise,” Tim grinned and turned on the vibrating egg again, “You be a good mama bird and mind your little egg.”
Dick whimpered.
“Oh, forgot to mention,” Jason pulled out a remote control as well and Damian followed suit.
“Ohno.”
“We both have a remote too,” Jason finished. They both clicked on their remotes and the vibrations intensified. Dick tensed giving a little cries at the spikes of pleasure rolling through him. He pressed down on his cup, but there was no way to relieve his erection with the cockring his masters liked to keep in place for occasions like this. It was even enchanted by Zatanna so that it wouldn’t hurt him, even after long periods of time, but he would still feel the ache.
No cumming unless one of his brothers said it was okay.
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Nightwing ran along the rooftops of Gotham, every now and then jumping when the vibrations ran through his body. He had gotten used to the size of the Robin Egg buried in his body, now it was just the vibrations that distracted him. He could even sort of tell who it was that was playing with him. Tim would set it for a meticulous three minute buzz and then nothing. Jason liked to switch it in length, sometimes very long so that Dick was flushed and panting, shivering on the rooftop, and sometimes short, just pops of pleasure to surprise him at odd times.
Then there was Damian.
On off, on off, on off in varying, steady progressions.
Dick figured it out. Morse code. Damian explained through the code that had gone on for a good ten minutes that he would give his Beloved a signal that meant—
“COME” One fast vibration followed by a long and two more shorts. Dick got his coordinates and hurried to be at Damian’s side. The teen had made it clear that Dick was to be before him in under five minutes. The vibrations didn’t stop. They wouldn’t until he was in front of Robin on the top of the art gallery.
Robin stood, arms crossed. Dick made it with seconds to spare.
“Good boy,” Damian said, pleased. The egg buzzed even faster, he fell to his knees, jerking here and there trying to do something with all the built up pleasure.
“My remote has special features,” Damian explained smugly. He approached Dick and petted his head, “Now that you know the signal you can be off.” He turned off the vibrations.
“All that and you just wanted to—!”
“Test the command, yes,” Damian said, “I think we’ll impregnate you with the egg on a weekly basis so it’s good you learn it now. Isn’t that right?”
Dick smiled, “Yes, of course.”
-
“Come!!!” Dick groaned. He had only left Damian a half hour ago. Now he was on the rooftop of the bank in Red Hood’s lap as the vigilante pinched his nipples.
“We should get these pierced one day,” Jason hummed. Dick whimpered at the vibrations, but Jason paid it no mind. He pinched harder and Dick gasped. “Maybe with a little bat symbol attached? Bruce would like that, don’t you think?”
“I—I have to go,” Dick wriggled out of Jason’s lap, or at least tried to. Jason pulled him back.
“I’m not done playing pretty bird.”
-
He was half an hour later than he should have been. He came to the location. Robin stood with a grim expression.
“Very bad,” he intoned. “Should I put a punishment feature to the Robin Egg when you’re bad? It really won’t do at all.”
“Jason—”
Damian waved his hand, “I don’t care for your excuses, when I order you to come, you come like a good pet, understand, Beloved?”
Dick nodded.
“Good,” Damian said in satisfaction. “First you can do what I called you here for. Since you’re all stuffed up I’ve been thinking of your soft lips. Damian pulled down his tights. Dick gracefully dropped to his knees.
“I’ll make it good,” He promised.
“You had better,” Damian clicked on the egg, “And afterwards I’ll spank you in the open air right here.”
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“Okay now, Mama bird, time to lay that egg.”
They were back at the cave. Tim was pulling down the zipper of Dick’s uniform. Jason said something about online piercing specials and Damian declared he was tired, so it was only the two of them. Tim was always good about cleaning up after their play.
Dick lay naked on one of the work benches—for his use—his legs spread as far apart as he could manage.
“Push, a bit more, push, there we are.”
Dick groaned as the egg finally passed his sphincter and fell into Tim’s hands, “We’ll clean you and the egg and then we can go to bed.”
“Do you want me to be your pillow?” Dick asked. He was ready for soft cuddles as well.
“Mmhmm, maybe my puppy, you can lick my toes. Damian was talking about a zap collar before you came in, you better be careful.”
Dick put his hand on his neck and grimaced, “I shouldn’t have been late.”
“He knows how to keep you in line,” Tim snickered, “Come on, it’s late, time to go to our nest.”