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Percy and Jason were at their apartment in Gotham Heights for the night (as opposed to the apartment above the Youth Center); Jason hadn’t gone out for patrol that night.  Robin decided to stop by. 

“What are you doing here?” Jason greeted him with a frown.

“Wanted to chat about a case, is now a good time?” Robin said casually.

Jason grumbled but let him in.  “So, what’s the case and why do you want to talk to me about it?” Jason asked once Robin was inside.

“Well, there’s this new cult, calling themselves the Children of Dionysus.  Since you two are the more magically inclined ones in the family, I figured your expertise might be useful,” Robin explained.

Percy was surprised that his expertise was being sought.  He put a robe on over his pajamas and joined them on the couch to discuss.

“So, what’s this cult trying to do?” Percy asked.

“It seems to be some sort of pain cult.  There’s been a couple of bodies of what looked like accidental deaths as a result of excessive torture that I think are attributed to the cult, though I’m not certain.  There’s also been rumors of strange monsters briefly appearing and wreaking havoc, though I don’t have concrete info on that, it could be a mass hallucination,” Robin explained.

“That’s odd, that doesn’t sound like Dionysus.  A cult to Dionysus, I would expect it to be about alcohol and possibly orgies, pain play was never particularly his thing.  Sometimes there’s the association with madness. His female followers, the Maenads would be quite insane and sometimes violently so, like they were in a frenzy, but it wasn’t really about pain with them, it was about ecstasy,” Percy explained.

“So you don’t think they’re really serving Dionysus?” Robin asked.

“No, not particularly, or if they are, they’re doing it wrong.  I haven’t particularly sensed Dionysus’s presence, which I would expect if there’s a cult to him.  I suppose the pain play makes sense for a cult trying to summon something because there is sacrifice in such things which can be powerful,” Percy explained, thinking of more the general magic stuff.

“If not Dionysus, who do you think they might actually be serving?” Robin asked.

“Let me meditate a moment, see if I sense anything,” Percy said.

Percy closed his eyes, expanding his magical senses across the city.  He didn’t find any sense of Dionysus but he did feel a heightened sense of Chaos.  He withdrew his senses and opened his eyes.

“I think they’re worshipping some being of chaos and merely using Dionysus as a conduit for chaos, which does suit him I suppose,” Percy explained, “Gotham is already a city attuned to chaos, but the chaos feels more present than normal.”

“Interesting,” Robin mused.

“So, Robin, what are you planning to do about this cult? Do you have info on their leaders and such?” Jason asked.

“No, I really don’t have much information yet.  I’ve been contemplating an undercover mission, they recruit vulnerable young people for the whole enlightenment through pain thing,” Robin explained.

“An undercover mission like that where you expect to be subjected to pain to start with is not a good idea, Timmy,” Jason said with a frown.

“If we need someone to go undercover for a mission involving pain play, I’m the obvious candidate, since I am genuinely a masochist and all,” Percy commented.

“You’re too recognizable,” Robin argued.

“And you’re not? Besides, I can….shapeshift to an extent, to alter my appearance.  I won’t be recognized as myself,” Percy said.

“I thought you weren’t interested in vigilante/hero stuff?” Robin asked.

“I’m not particularly interested in hero stuff but this doesn’t feel like that, it’s more like playing bait, I’m good at playing bait and I heal from things well.  If you really think it’s necessary for someone to go undercover to investigate this, then I think I’m the best candidate,” Percy argued.

“If there’s magic involved, is it a good idea to have you in the position of a sacrifice, would your innate magic-ness boost the ritual?” Jason questioned.

“I…I can lock down my less than human attributes and I have complete control over the magic I generate, they won’t truly control me.  If anything, whatever magic they try and create with the ritual, if I’m in position of sacrifice then I should be able to redirect it to be under my control and not affect anything,” Percy explained.

Jason sighed, he clearly wasn’t really happy with the idea, but Percy had a good argument.

“I’ll only do it with your permission, Sir,” Percy said quietly.  Jason pulled Percy into a hug with Percy’s face in Jason’s chest and gently stroked Percy’s hair a few times as he took a deep breath to settle himself.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Jason asked.

“I’m sure,” Percy said.

Jason sighed, “Alright, you have my permission, though we’ll have to go over some protocols first and we’ll have to make sure you have a communication line,” Jason said.

“Do you have comms that fit in piercings? Ooh can I get my nipples pierced for this undercover mission, I can heal them afterwards because it’s kinda annoying with swimming but I like the idea of getting my nipples pierced and it would go well with the character I would be playing of someone who’s a masochist.  Maybe a tongue piercing, too,” Percy said.

“Sure, we can meet up with Roy regarding getting the piercings,” Jason agreed.

“Okay, I’ll get a fake ID set up for you.  You said you can shapeshift into a disguise, can you do that now so I can get a headshot for the fake ID?” Tim asked.

“Sure,” Percy said and he focused for a bit.  He changed his hair to be a light brown color and his eyes to be hazel.  He then ran his hands across his face, adjusting his nose to be different, shifting his cheek bones a bit, and softening his chin some.  “How do I look?” Percy asked.

“You’re right, you are pretty unrecognizable,” Robin commented.

“For the ID, put me at 5’11” and a more normal weight for that height, it’s a more involved shapeshift but I can make myself smaller, nowadays I’m too big and bulky to be a good victim shape.  Also probably make my ID just 18?” Percy said.

“Sounds good.  I’m thinking to help you fit the vulnerable and cult-susceptible profile, have you be kicked out by your parents, possibly for being gay,” Robin said.

“Yeah, that makes sense, I can definitely play up the twink angle,” Percy agreed.

“Any preferences for a fake name you’ll respond to?” Robin asked.

“Peter for the first name.  In my old world, Dionysus had this thing of not calling demigods by their real name and he would always call me Peter, so it’s familiar enough for me to respond to.  You can do whatever for the last name,” Percy replied.

“Interesting.  Well, sounds like a plan.  We can plan to do the actual undercover mission on Friday night, if that works for you?” Robin said.  It was Sunday night currently.

“That sounds good, that gives me time to get the piercings done and stuff before then,” Percy agreed.

“Sounds like a plan.  Well, I should be heading out.  I’ll try to do more recon before the undercover mission this weekend,” Robin said.  Then he left out the window.

Percy and Jason went to bed.  “I really don’t like the idea of you putting yourself in danger like this,” Jason said.

“I’ll be fine, I’ll heal,” Percy said.

“What if they break your bones?” Jason asked.

“I’m pretty sure I had broken bones after the explosion with Darkseid but I was able to heal those, so maybe I can heal that too, at least on myself, it’s just harder to do so and I need to be feeling less mortal to do so perhaps,” Percy said.

“Okay.  At least this time, we’ll be there as your backup to intervene if things are too bad,” Jason reassured himself.

“Yeah, having you as backup is reassuring, I’m not worried.  Though, don’t jump the gun prematurely, either,” Percy said.

“I’m guessing your planned person is going to be a bit of a flirtatious brat.  What if they decide to…to sexually assault you?” Jason asked.

“Hmmm, well, it’s not assault if I agree to it, I can convince them to use condoms,” Percy said.

“Percy…..” Jason said, a note of warning in his voice.

“Fine, I’ll try not to encourage them in that direction too much, but I won’t mind if things do turn sexual, especially if it’s just a blow job, that’s not really a big deal to me,” Percy replied.

“I suppose a blow job would be okay if it comes up, but I don’t want them fucking you properly.  You’re mine and I don’t want random thugs getting inside you like that,” Jason said possessively.

“Noted, sir,” Percy agreed to Jason’s limits on the matter.

Jason was feeling possessive so he decided to leave a hickey on Percy’s collarbone and then fuck him into the mattress.

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On Wednesday, they were meeting up with Roy to get Percy’s nipples pierced.  Percy decided he wanted them to have a bit of fun and Jason was happy to oblige him.  Because of the activities they had planned for afterwards, instead of meeting at the tattoo shop, Roy was bringing his gear up to their apartment in the apartment building beside the Youth Center.  It was still early in the evening and Lian was still at the Youth Center, with Dick watching out for her.

Percy was dressed up wearing a skirt and a jock strap with a butt plug.  He wasn’t wearing a shirt since he would need his nipples accessible anyways.  He was, however, wearing the red collar that Jason had gotten him.

They were on the couch where Jason was laying on top of Percy and sucking hard on his nipples to get them perked up before the piercing.  Then Roy arrived, letting himself into the apartment.  Jason sucked hard on Percy’s nipple, causing him to moan.

“I see you’ve got your slut all worked up already,” Roy said in an authoritative voice.  Percy blushed slightly at the degradation.  This was the tone of the scene they had decided on for the evening.

“It doesn’t take much to get him worked up, his nipples are so sensitive.  Whaddaya wanna bet he’ll come when you pierce them?” Jason said.

Roy huffed in laughter, “The slut came from getting a tattoo on his arms, of course he’ll come at getting his nipples pierced.”

Jason repositioned them so that he was on the bottom laying underneath Percy and holding Percy in a safety hold, keeping both Percy’s legs and arms pinned.  With Percy on top, his nipples were accessible.  Percy idly noticed his erection tenting his skirt.

Roy pulled out an alcohol wipe and wiped off Percy’s nipples, sterilizing them before he pierced them.  “I need your consent, you agree to your nipples being pierced, yeah?” Roy said firmly yet gently.

“Yes, Sir, I really want my nipples pierced,” Percy consented.  Roy tweaked Percy’s nipples a few times, ensuring they were still good and erect, causing Percy to moan.  Then Roy pulled out the needle and pierced Percy’s right nipple.  He was already so hard and so sensitive and the piercing through his nipple hurt so good that he came with a moan.  Percy’s body tried to buck but Jason had him pinned in place.

“We were right, he is such a slut, coming like that from getting his nipple pierced,” Roy commented as he put the piercing in.  It was a ring piercing, which Percy had requested for the nipple piercings since it was more fun to play with, though Jason had picked out the specific one.  Once the piercing was in, Roy gently tugged on it, making Percy moan again at the stimulation, it hurt so good on his freshly pierced nipple.

Jason used a remote to turn on the vibrator for the butt plug Percy was wearing, “Let’s get him all worked up again so that he’ll come again when the second nipple is pierced,” Jason said in explanation.

Percy floated in a haze as the vibrator hammered his prostate with stimulation.  He grew hard again, his erection once more tenting his skirt, though this time the jock strap he was wearing was already soaked.  “Close,” Percy choked out when he felt himself get close to coming and Jason turned off the vibrator in response.  Percy took a moment to catch his breath.

Roy wiped off the other nipple with an alcohol wipe then ensured it was nice and erect.  Then he pierced it with the piercing needle and once again it hurt so good and Percy allowed himself to come from it with a moan.  Jason turned the vibrator back on to one of its lower settings, which helped extend Percy’s orgasm as he rode out the waves of pleasure.

The vibrator continued buzzing away inside of him, making his mind slightly fuzzy.  “Do you still want the tongue piercing, sweetheart?” Roy asked.

“Yes, Sir, want my tongue pierced,” Percy agreed.

“Bet the tongue piercing will feel so good for you when you help me spitroast him later,” Jason commented.  Percy had specifically requested for the scene to result in them spitroasting him.

Percy was obedient as Jason positioned him to be kneeling on the floor.  Jason grabbed his hair, tilting his head back, then instructed him to stick out his tongue, which Percy did.  Roy was wearing gloves and he grabbed Percy’s tongue, pulling it further out of Percy’s mouth.  Roy then used the piercing needle to pierce Percy’s tongue.  The pain was still pleasant but not overwhelmingly so like getting his nipples pierced had been.  Then Roy put in the small stud piercing in Percy’s tongue.

He then released Percy’s tongue and Percy moved his tongue around, feeling out the new piercing against his teeth.  Jason instructed Roy to get Percy some water and he did so.  Percy obediently drank the water and he felt his tongue heal around the new piercing.  The vibrator continued vibrating gently inside of him and he slowly grew hard again.

They had put a pillow with a towel over it on the living room coffee table, the towel presumably to keep from making a mess and the pillow for comfort and height.  Jason positioned Percy over the coffee table then bound his hands behind his back and bound his legs to the coffee table.  Percy was on his knees bent over the coffee table.

“Good boy.  Check in, what’s your color?” Jason asked firmly.

“Green, sir, gonna spitroast me now?” Percy said.

Jason turned up the vibrator to stimulate Percy more and directed Percy to blow Roy.  Roy had already taken his dick out and put a condom on.  Percy tried to focus on giving a good blowjob, taking Roy deep down his throat, but he was rather distracted by the stimulation of the vibrator.  After a few minutes of that, Jason took out the vibrator.  He had lubed up and since Percy was already stretched, he pushed into Percy in one smooth motion, causing Percy to moan around Roy’s cock.

Roy grabbed Percy’s head by the hair and started fucking his throat in earnest.  “Fuck, Jay, he feels so good, the piercing really adds something to the blowjob, feels so good,” Roy said.  Percy flushed at the praise as he felt Jason hammer hard against his prostate on one thrust, tipping him over the edge.

They acted like they didn’t even notice him coming, like he was just a set of holes for them to use for their pleasure, they both just kept hammering into him chasing their own pleasure, which was just the way Percy liked it.  After a while, Roy came, thrusting hard down Percy’s throat and causing him to gag on it.  He then pulled out when he was done and Percy whined at the loss.

“Such a good little cock slut, need your holes filled, don’t you, baby?” Roy commented.  He switched to a fresh condom then gently pressed back inside of Percy’s mouth so Percy was deepthroating him.  He didn’t move, just allowed Percy to cockwarm for him. 

Jason continued fucking Percy fiercely, he had really good stamina.  His thrusts sped up as he chased his own release.  Finally, he grunted out a command, “Come with me,” and Percy did, coming in unison with his husband and moaning at how overstimulated he felt.  Roy tugged at his nipple rings as he came, which extended the pleasure of his orgasm, his nipples were so sensitive now.

Percy felt completely overstimulated and fucked-out in a good way.  His mind felt hazy.  He was vaguely aware as Roy pulled out, then his arms and legs were unbound.  Jason briefly pulled out and shifted him so they were facing eachother, then Jason sat back on the couch with Percy in his lap, his cock once more inside Percy to keep him plugged up.  Percy enjoyed cockwarming for Jason after sex like this.  Percy wanted to kiss Jason and he did so; Jason’s tongue rolled against his, feeling out the piercing.  Then Percy buried his face in Jason’s chest, he felt tired.  Jason gently pet his hair comfortingly. 

Percy shivered slightly, he was cold.  He was vaguely aware that Roy handed them a blanket, which Jason wrapped around Percy’s shoulders, holding him close.  Roy was sitting beside them on the couch.  He and Jason were talking softly, but Percy couldn’t make out the words.  Percy allowed his mind to float a bit.

“Check in, Percy, how you feeling, hon?” Jason said firmly after a while.

“Green, Sir, Good scene, feel good,” Percy mumbled.

“That’s good,” Jason commented.

“Well, I should probably be heading out to pick up Lian. As always, fellas, it was fun,” Roy said casually.

“Thanks for coming over, Roy, it was fun,” Jason said in farewell.

Percy’s mind drifted some more as Jason continued to hold him.  After a while, he regained awareness in the bathtub, Jason was cleaning him up.  Jason helped him into a pair of clean underwear and then they went to bed.  Percy drifted off to sleep happily.

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On Friday night, Robin and Jason helped Percy get ready for his undercover mission.  They went to a safehouse which is where his cover identity would supposedly be living.  Percy went to the bathtub to shapeshift into the right form.  He shifted down to be 5’11” and less bulky, though still having nice lean muscle.  He then changed his hair to be light brown and his eyes to be hazel.  He looked in the mirror, shifting his face the way he had previously.

He then changed into the clothes Robin had brought for him to wear for going undercover, some very skinny black jeans which fit him snuggly and a green shirt.  He then went out into the living room.

When he walked in, Tim compared his face with the fake ID before confirming it was good, putting the fake ID into a wallet he had brought then handing it to Percy.  The wallet had a bus pass and $30, not much but enough for a night going out.

“So, Percy, I’d like to give you a tragus piercing for one of the comms, this way we can talk to you without others hearing, it’ll be a very low volume and deep enough in your ear that only you can hear it.  If that’s okay?” Robin said.

“Sure, didn’t know you knew how to do piercings,” Percy said.

“I’ve done some temporary ones for undercover before then let them heal,” Robin explained.  He then got out the supplies and pierced Percy’s ear with the piercing needle.  He then inserted the piercing, the one that was a comm in Percy’s ear.  Percy allowed the wound to slightly heal around the piercing, like it was a few days old instead of completely fresh.

Robin then spoke into a mic, “Testing,” and Percy heard it quietly through the earring. 

“I can hear it, the comm is working,” Percy confirmed.

Robin gave him another small stud earring that went where he normally wore an earring and Percy put it in, giving his other earring to Jason for safekeeping.  “This one will record audio so we hear what you hear.  It’s also a relay which will broadcast both the audio and the video from the contact lenses on a secure channel so we can see it.  There’s also a tracker,” Robin explained.

“Contact lenses?” Percy asked.

“Yes, we have contact lenses which have microscopic cameras in it so we can see what you see,” Robin said, handing them over.  Percy wasn’t sure how to use contacts so Jason helped him put them in.

“Switch to this tongue piercing, it has an extra tracker,” Robin informed him.  Percy switched to the new piercing, giving his other one to Jason again.

Jason then handed him socks and shoes to put on.  “So, what’s the plan?” Percy asked.

“Your alias is Peter Smith.  You’re 18 and were kicked out by your parents for being gay, now you’re just scraping by.  You’re isolated and kind of lost and you’re a masochist.  So, for the plan, they’ve been recruiting from this one mob-owned bar which is unofficially a gay bar, there’s a flyer on a bulletin board inside advertising for them, ‘Children of Dionysus, Enlightenment through pain,’ express interest in the poster, pull off one of the phone number tabs, and one of the cult members will notice your interest and approach you for a chat in the bar,” Robin explained.

“And then I express interest in the cult, make myself appear vulnerable, until they take me elsewhere, yeah?” Percy said.

“Pretty much, yeah, we don’t know what will happen then, but we’ll be on comms with you.  We’ll only talk if necessary though,” Robin said.

“Backup for comms is you reaching out to me telepathically,” Jason reminded him, to which Percy nodded.

“I’ll be camped out on a roof nearby the bar in case things go wrong, Jason will be monitoring the comms and stuff, at least to start,” Robin informed him.  Percy guessed Jason wasn’t the one on standby to intervene because he would be a bit too quick to interfere, though he did notice Jason was mostly dressed as his vigilante persona.

“Any particular intel I should get?” Percy asked.

“Well, hopefully they’ll take you to their base.  Don’t pry suspiciously, but it would be good to know who’s in charge and more about the cult in general, only ask what makes sense for someone curious about joining the cult,” Robin said.

“Can I have some condoms to bring?” Percy asked.

“Percy….,” Jason said warningly.

“If I’m going out to a bar, then it makes sense for me to have condoms.  And like I said, I’m fine if I end up needing to blow someone as long as I have condoms for it,” Percy said.

Robin went to the bathroom and returned with a few condoms for Percy, which he put in his pocket.  “Any questions?” Robin asked.

“Hmm, if my cover is 18, how am I going to a bar?” Percy asked.

“You can get into the bar at 18, you just can’t order drinks.  Also, this place doesn’t particularly check ID’s,” Robin explained.

“Alright, think I’m good,” Percy said.  Robin then gave him directions to the bar and Percy headed out.

The bar was a reasonable walk away and Percy was vaguely aware of Robin tailing him over the rooftops.

Percy made his way into the bar.  Near the entrance was the bulletin board with posters on it.  Percy looked at the board assessingly.  He found one that was black and purple, though it was a struggle to read.  It had phone numbers on the bottom.  Percy tried to decipher the words to see if it was the right poster.

“Yes, that’s the poster,” he heard Jason’s voice very quietly in his ear through the comm, evidently Jason picked up on his confusion and remembered his dyslexia.  Percy made an interested nonverbal noise and tore away one of the phone numbers from the poster, looking at it intently before pocketing it.

He then walked into the bar properly.  He felt eyes on him and he willed himself to relax as he went and sat at the bar.  He didn’t try and order a drink, just sitting demurely at the bar and trying to draw attention. 

A moment later, a man approached.  “Hey there, can I buy you a drink?” the man said.  He was older, in his late 30’s or early 40’s, and he had a cane, which it didn’t look like he actually needed.

“Sure,” Percy said.

The man looked Percy up and down, assessingly.  “You look like the type to prefer a fruity drink, am I right?” the man said.

“Are you calling me a fruit? Well, you aren’t exactly wrong,” Percy said slightly flirtatiously, “Yeah, I like fruity drinks,” Percy said.

The man motioned for the bartender, ordering the drink.

“So, pretty boy, what’s your name?” the man asked.

“Peter,” Percy replied, remembering his cover, “And what should I call you?”

“People call me Onyx,” the man, Onyx, replied.  That definitely sounded like a fake cult-like name.  “So, I saw you were interested in the poster for the Children of Dionysus,” Onyx said.

“Yeah, enlightenment through pain sounds….intriguing.  I like pain,” Percy said.

“Do you, now?” Onyx said.

“Oh, yes, I’m an outright masochist.  Been trying to find an outlet for it, got my nipples pierced recently, which was really good, guess I’m seeking out more outlets for pain,” Percy said.

The drink arrived and Percy sipped at it, careful to watch the drink to ensure there were no extra drugs added. 

“Well, if you’re that much of a masochist then I think you’ll be perfect for our little group,” Onyx said.

“Oh, are you with them, the children of Dionysus?” Percy asked, playing clueless.

“Yes, I suppose you could say I’m a member.  We’d be happy to have you join,” Onyx said.

“I’d be happy to join, it would be nice to be part of a group,” Percy said, trailing off.

“Oh?” Onyx said.

“Just be nice to belong somewhere, I guess,” Percy said, hinting at his cover’s tragic backstory.  Percy drank his drink some more.

“Well, if you’re really interested, I have a backroom here, we could go back there and discuss things some more in private,” Onyx said.

“That sounds nice,” Percy agreed.  He then followed Onyx to the backroom.

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Percy entered the back room with Onyx.  There was a black leather couch with a table in front of it, it was a rather cramped room.  Onyx sat on the couch and directed Percy to sit with him.

“So, Peter, tell me about yourself,” Onyx instructed as he poured them both a glass of whiskey.

“Oh, well, I’m not very interesting, my life’s pretty boring, could use some excitement,” Percy deflected.  He took a sip from his drink, though he didn’t want to get too drunk.  He made a face like he didn’t like the taste and then set it down on the table.

“Any friends, family?” Onyx asked, keeping his voice casual.

“Not really much in the way of friends, no.  Family…..my parents kicked me out when they found out I’m gay, so don’t have anything there either,” Percy said, revealing more of Peter’s backstory.

“You seem kind of listless, would you say you’re searching for meaning in life?” Onyx said.

“I…yeah, you could say that.  It would be nice to find meaning and to feel like I matter,” Percy said.

“Well, I’ve found that the Children of Dionysus are excellent for finding meaning,” Onyx said.

“What kinds of things does the group do?” Percy asked.

“Oh, well, that’s a bit of a secret until you’re initiated.  You say you’re a masochist, but I’d like to evaluate how you respond to pain for myself,” Onyx said, his voice authoritative.

“What do you want me to do?” Percy asked.

“Take off your shirt, I’d like to see those nipple rings you mentioned,” Onyx said in a dominant tone of voice.

“Yes, Sir,” Percy said, tilting his head to the side as he took off his shirt.  Onyx smirked at the way Percy addressed him.  Onyx set his drink aside and reached out to pull on one of Percy’s nipple rings, causing Percy to make a sound between a whine and a moan.  He then pulled on Percy’s other nipple ring, causing Percy to moan again.

“Hmm, definitely sound like a masochist, though admittedly, nipples are a more erotic pain that aren’t a good gauge of your overall pain tolerance,” Onyx said in a clinical tone of voice. “Stand up, back against the wall,” Onyx instructed.

Percy followed the instruction though he was sure not to let his mind get too hazy.  All of a sudden, Onyx kneed Percy hard in the crotch then punched him in the stomach, causing Percy to moan at the first blow then double over with the second.  He took a moment to catch his breath then straightened back up.  “I’m good,” Percy said, trying to be nonchalant. Onyx then punched him in the face, which Percy allowed to stun him a bit, Onyx caught him in the eye, at least it didn’t break his nose.  Percy allowed himself to whine at the pain.

Onyx grabbed him by the hair and looked into his eyes.  Percy figured his pupils were probably wide and his expression slightly dazed.  “Still enjoying the pain, pretty boy? Got any limits?” Onyx asked.

“Limits, no broken bones.  Otherwise, it hurts so good,” Percy said honestly.

“Hmmm….drop your pants and bend over the side of the couch, I’m going to cane you, consider it your initiation,” Onyx commanded.

Percy did as ordered, dropping his pants and underwear to be around his ankles.  He then bent over the arm of the couch, leaving him in an ass-up position.  He put his arms behind his back and clasped his wrist.  Onyx smacked him hard on the ass with his hand, causing Percy to gasp.

Then Onyx started to cane Percy with hard horizontal stripes across his ass and thighs.  Percy moaned at the pain with every strike.  On occasion, Onyx would deliberately hit him right on the balls, causing Percy to cry out, almost a scream.  Through it all, Percy obediently kept up the same position.  The pain felt so good and he was also getting a lot of friction from his position over the couch, though he was trying his best not to come, not to make things sexual.

His attempts to stave off his orgasm were in vain as on the 50^th strike of the cane, Onyx hit him directly on the balls, hard, and it tipped Percy over the edge as he came with a moan.  Percy willed for him to leave no DNA behind.

“My, oh, my, you really are a masochist to come from getting caned like that, a true painslut.  It’s not fair that you’ve come and I haven’t, maybe I should fuck that pretty little ass of yours, it looks so good spanked red and purple,” Onyx mused aloud.

“I…I could blow you, if you want, sir.  I brought condoms,” Percy offered, quick to redirect him from the idea of fucking his ass.

“That sounds acceptable.  On your knees, slut,” Onyx commanded. Percy pulled his underwear and pants back on and got a condom out of the pocket of his jeans. Onyx approached him and pulled out his cock. 

Percy put the condom on him.  “Is this part of the initiation, Sir?” Percy asked shyly.

“Something like that,” Onyx said before pushing himself inside of Percy’s mouth.  Percy started to suck him off properly, taking him deep down his throat and sucking.  Onyx seemed to lack patience and quickly grabbed Percy’s hair and started fucking his throat hard.  He wasn’t particularly long but he was girthy and Percy choked on it a bit, which Onyx seemed to enjoy.  Onyx came and then pulled out.

Onyx caressed Percy’s face almost tenderly at first before removing his hand and slapping him hard across the face, causing Percy to gasp.  Onyx pulled off the condom and tossed it before tucking himself back in.  He then sat down on the couch, roughly pulling Percy by the hair to kneel at his feet.

“Such a good little painslut masochist you are, you’ll be perfect for a special event we have planned tomorrow night,” Onyx crooned.

“Sounds good, Sir,” Percy agreed, sure to make his voice sound dazed.  A special cult event sounded like exactly what he was supposed to be investigating.

“Drink up,” Onyx commanded as he poured a drink down Percy’s throat.  Percy was pretty sure the drink was now drugged.  Percy allowed it to happen. 

Percy telepathically connected to Jason, I think they’re drugging me to take me to a secondary location, in preparation for the special event tomorrow.  I’m good to proceed with this.  He sensed confirmation that Jason had heard him.  He could tell that the drug was a roofie and he allowed the drug to take effect.

He tried to keep his eyes open, knowing that they needed to be open for the contact lenses to record.  Overall, he allowed the drugs to take effect and make him more dazed.  Onyx guided Percy out of the room with a firm arm around his shoulders as he stumbled along with him to reach a van.  Percy still wasn’t wearing a shirt.  Onyx hopped into the back with him, someone else must be driving.  He stayed silent while dazedly looking around.  Onyx put a rag over Percy’s mouth and nose, chloroform.  Percy lost consciousness.

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Percy started waking up to people stripping off his jeans. He tried to feign still being unconscious but it must not have been very successful since they injected him with something that knocked him back out.

Percy regained consciousness a while later, though he feigned sleep.  To his surprise, he wasn’t laying down.  Instead, he was in a kneeling position, his legs frog-tied, ankle to thigh, then tied together behind his back. His arms were also tightly bound in a reverse prayer position.  He could tell the rope work was very thorough and intricate, at least one of cultists must be a kinky bastard.  Percy realized the only clothing he was wearing was his underwear, though he was pleased to note that his piercings were still in.

Percy extended his senses.  It seemed fairly dark in the room they were in and he was cold.  He had the innate sense that it was around mid-day the next day; he figured that the special event would probably be that night.

“You should be waking up,” a voice, Onyx, mused.  He then pulled up one of Percy’s eyelids and Percy could no longer feign unconsciousness.  He blinked, making clear he was awake.  “There you are.  I have food for you,” Onyx said.

Percy acted groggy and confused, “Sir?”

“Don’t worry, pretty boy, we’ll take good care of you, just relax.  Now eat,” Onyx instructed before stuffing a piece of bread in Percy’s mouth.  Percy ate it obediently.  He was given some more bread and then some bites of cheese.  The meal felt almost ritualistic, maybe it was.  Percy tried to stay relaxed.  Onyx then made him drink a glass of red wine, which Percy thought was fitting for a cult of Dionysus.  The wine was drugged again and Percy passed out.

When Percy regained awareness, he was bound from his arms to the ceiling with metal cuffs and his legs were also bound together.  He was stretched out, barely touching the floor.  He feigned unconsciousness.  He realized he was completely naked, his underwear was gone now, though he still had his piercings.  The room felt cold.  It was quiet.

Percy opened his eyes and saw another boy was bound similarly to him, a blond boy.  The boy had welts from whip marks on his back in various stages of healing.  The boy was conscious and he caught Percy’s eyes.

“You’re awake,” the boy whispered.

“Hi,” Percy said quietly.

“I’m Bernard,” Bernard whispered.

“Peter,” Percy replied with his cover name.

Percy was curious, “Are you here by choice?”

“Initially I joined by choice, they made me feel appreciated…..think I’m a bit in over my head though.  Something big is planned tonight, I’m scared.  What about you?” Bernard said.

“I’m a masochist, just met this guy last night.  I like pain but the whole being drugged thing is a bit much,” Percy replied.

“I think they’re going to kill us,” Bernard said, sounding scared.

Percy wanted to reassure him, “I have faith that everything will turn out okay, we need only endure in the meantime,” Percy replied.

Percy heard the very quiet voice in his ear from the comm in the piercing, “We plan to arrest them tonight during the event when the most people will be there,” Jason said.

Percy telepathically reached out to Jason, I’m okay to continue until then, I can handle some pain. He knew Jason was worrying if they should end it early so he sought to reassure him.

The conversation died out and two people entered.  They were wearing black and purple ropes with hoods that hid their faces.  They were both carrying cat o nine tails’ whips.

“We have been instructed to ensure you are thoroughly tenderized before the main event tonight,” one of the cultists informed them.  It didn’t sound like Onyx.  They approached and fixed gags over the mouths of both Percy and Bernard.

Then the cultists started whipping them.  This was familiar for Percy and he relaxed into the pain of it.  The whip left welts and broke his skin, though it wasn’t the sharpest whip.  They whipped him all along his back, butt, and legs.  Percy could endure this pain, but he worried for Bernard.  He willed for Bernard to be only bruised and not bloodied from this, for the excess wounds to be transferred to Percy instead.  Percy allowed himself to moan around the gag in response to the pain.

“Onyx was right, this one is a painslut,” one of the cultists said, commenting on Percy’s moaning.

After around 100 lashes of the whip, they stopped.  They weren’t the strongest so the whip-marks weren’t as bad as they could have been.  Some other cultists then came in with water and washcloths which they used to ritualistically cleanse them, which was slightly uncomfortable.  These cultists seemed to be women.  They then poured wine over the wounds, which made sense for the whole Dionysus thing, though they then rinsed that off with water as well.

Once they were cleansed for the ritual, some other cultists brought in two wooden posts.  They bound Bernard and Percy each to one of the posts with their hands and feet, leaving their body hanging beneath the post.  Two cultists on each side of the post were carrying it, for a total of 8 cultists between the 2 of them. 

Another cultist had a drum and led the procession out of the room and down a hallway, drumming out a rhythmic cultish beat the entire time.  Bernard was carried first with Percy last.  All the cultists stepped in time with eachother and the drum beat.

They were brought into a large room.  It looked like a warehouse though it had been dressed up some with black and purple sheets.  All in all, there were around 30 cultists in the room.  They took Bernard off of the post and strung him up from the ceiling by his chains.  They then did the same thing with Percy.  The drum beat drummed to an end point at a gesture from what looked to be the leader.  Percy recognized that Onyx was the one to the right hand of the leader, he must be important then.

The leader spoke, “We are gathered here today to celebrate the spreading of chaos, we are enlightened with chaos through the pain of our sacrifices.  The last couple sacrifices were weak and perished earlier than planned, but these sacrifices are stronger and we have two of them, so at least one of them should survive until our grand finale at the end! Onyx, the ritual dagger.” He prompted Onyx for the dagger at the end, which Onyx handed him.

The leader spoke, “Which of them do you think will endure longest?”

Onyx replied, “The brown-haired one handles pain better, the blond-haired one is somewhat weaker.”  Percy found it interesting he didn’t refer to them by name, perhaps that would be too humanizing when they planned to sacrifice him.

“Then we will start with the blond one,” the leader said, approaching Bernard.  He then started cutting shallow cuts in Bernard’s torso and the surrounding cultists started chanting in latin.  Percy was kinda upset they were hurting someone else, he wanted them to focus on torturing him instead.  Percy noticed that Bernard was bleeding more than he should and he realized the sacrificial dagger was magical.

The leader stepped away from Bernard for a moment and was about to say something when suddenly the bats crashed the party.  Robin, Nightwing, and Phoenix, the last of which was Jason’s new vigilante identity.  The cavalry had arrived.