The New Teen Titans vs. the Italian Stallion Chapter Twelve: An Eye to the Future Evan Andrews 2021
The following story is a work of fan fiction set in the New Teen Titans era in a continuity where Robin Grayson as Robin and Jericho Wilson as Jericho overlapped, because screw unitard hero uniforms.
All characters depicted in it belong to and are trademarked and copyrighted by DC Comics and/or its subsidiaries. I am not related to the company and make no claim of ownership over the characters. Suggested casting includes porn stars Vince Rockland as the Italian Stallion, Tony Lattanzi as Maverick, and Castro Supreme as Castro. The Martels are of course Jonas brothers, and their new bed slaves are whichever boys from Broke Straight Boys tickles your fancy.
The story depicts males in sexual situations, mostly with other males. If that offends you, if you are underage, or if reading such is illegal where you are please stop reading now. Thank you.
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As the Italian Stallion had expected, the Martels blew off his warning—at least at first. Later, though, the conceited crooners double-checked on the internet and found all the evidence Batman would need to track their asses down and put them away.
The danger even got through to Joey Martel. The singers' experiment with superhero sex-slaves had a definite shelf-life, and the expiration date was probably coming up quick. The brothers had no idea just how close the Titans' mentors were to discovering the club, though. They were more concerned with how to get rid of four infamous sex-slaves while at the same time covering their celebrity asses. Nicky suggested going back to Stallion and his crew for help, but even Joey was embarrassed to do so after blowing the villain off as hard as he had. Instead Kev made a few discrete enquiries and came up with the name of a "talent" scout that might be able to take the heroes off their hands. After that it was an easy thing to make a call, and set up the audition. (The potential buyer insisted on this before discussing any change of ownership of the young heroes' asses.)
On the fateful evening, Kev and Joey (with two of their new bed-slaves at their feet) had their pet heroes in the brothers' private apartments. The Martels sat, apprehensively waiting, until, punctual to the minute, the elevator door opened and the scout, Castro, walked out.
Castro wasn't a giant by any means (except, rumor said, where it counted). The Blatino dressed stylishly, and people appreciated how his tailor had cut the pants to disguise exactly what he was packing while at the same time leaving no doubt that it was worth appreciating. Watching the man now, the four naked Teen Titans certainly fell into that category—at least if their suddenly growing dicks were anything to judge by.
"This the talent you mentioned?" Castro asked, foregoing formalities.
Kev nodded, not trusting his voice, and the dapper sex-slaver turned his back on the Martels and sized the boys up. The Titans' eyes were fixed on Castro as he proceeded with a hands-on examination of their bodies. He stroked the muscular arms, shoulders, and pecs. He teased their erogenous zones, and even (after feeling his way down their trembling abdominals) masturbated their cocks to see how big they really were and how juicy they'd get.
"Nice," Castro said, nodding as his right hand squelched up and down Robin's slick piece while the left cupped the Boy Wonder's balls. "Knees. Now. All of you."
The Titans dropped to their knees and look up eagerly at Castro as he opened his pants. A showman at heart, the Blatino didn't just whip out his dick. He teased his audience, making them hungry for what he was packing. Changeling, the greatest slut among them, was literally drooling by the time Castro finally eased his 12 ½ inch monster schlong out of the fly of his pants. The Titans gasped. The Martels gasped. (The Martels' new sex-slaves gagged on the inches of cock that suddenly pulsed in their throats, but they would have gasped, too.) Castro's meat was bigger than Changeling's, and even bigger and thicker than Spotlight's pride and joy—to that point the biggest dick any of the boys had seen. Robin prayed they'd get to do more than see it.
"You know what to do," Castro said simply.
The boys jostled forward and applied their mouths to good effect. Castro's length meant that everybody could participate in the cock-worshipping action. Speedy got to the cockhead first and took as much as he could of it into his mouth, growling at anybody who tried to poach in on his fun. Jericho and Changeling went for Castro's bull-balls, using their raspy tongues to lap adoringly at the orbs in their dark sack. Robin crawled over top of Jericho and applied his lips and tongue to the sex-slaver's fat veiny shaft, running up and down its length as if it were corn on the cob. Truth be told, it really did take four boys to do justice to this prize hunk of man-meat, but Robin felt that to do justice to Castro's body as a whole they really needed backup. Maybe even lots of backup. Hmm? Who would look good worshipping Castro's body alongside them? He ran through all the hot men he knew, but Castro decided he wanted variety and ordered the boys to shift one position to the left. This left Robin with a heavy testicle to work over, and he put his lurid ponderings aside for the moment. It was more important that they all got a taste of every part of Castro's monster meat and showed him how grateful they were for the opportunity.
"These sluts are damned good with their mouths," Castro announced after the Titans had had a full round of oral worship of his massive shaft, "How good are they taking it up the ass?"
"Totally submissive," Kev said from the sofa, "And delicious. I've enjoy every time I've fucked them."
"Yeah," Joey added, "They literally beg to get dicked down like bitches."
"That I want to see," Castro said, and he ordered the Titans, "Up onto bed now. Hands and knees like the fucking animals you are."
The boys clambered up onto the bed, and in doggie position waved their butts alluringly at the sex-slaver.
"Now, which ass do I want to breed first?" Castro teasingly asked the boy-sluts.
"Me!" Changeling said, "Take me first, sir! I want to know what's like to be fucked by a bull!"
"No, me!" said Speedy, "Ginger is the hottest, you know."
"Please!" Robin was begging, wheedling, letting his obvious need make his argument.
Jericho just looked alluringly.
"Ha!" Castro said, "Today I think I'll start with Jericho, the quiet one. I've always had a thing for gut-busting blond, white boys. You, Changeling, I admire the enthusiasm, but you are just too damned pushy."
Changeling was about to get defensive when his train of thought was cut off by a cry. Jericho was making an unearthly sound as Castro's massive log of fuck-meat forced its way into his ass. It was more than the blond was prepared for, and his eyebrows rose so high they almost disappeared into his hairline. His wide-open mouth poured out animal sounds of primal pleasure and pain.
"Yeah, take that fat fuck-sausage, golden boy," Castro ordered as he pounded boy-butt and Jericho squealed away.
Awestruck, Robin watched his buddy getting power-fucked. The head of curly blond hair whipped back and forth as Castro bred him—and bred him hard. The Boy Wonder thanked the powers that be that Stallion had introduced them all to double penetration. Without that, he wasn't sure if any of them would be able to survive taking Castro's massive rod, assuming Jericho was in fact surviving. The mentalist sounded alive still, if in extremis, and the Boy Wonder could tell the signs that his blond bro was close to blowing his load. Idly Robin wondered idly how big a load Castro would shoot when he seeded Jericho.
Of course, Castro did no such thing. The Blatino stud was too much the professional to spend himself in the first slave when there were three more to put through their paces. Roughly pulling out of Jericho's guts before the blond could cum, the sex-slaver flipped Speedy onto his back, spreading his legs wide, and slam-fucked him deep and hard. The sound of powerful brown thighs slapping against the redhead's butt almost drowned out Speedy's screams.
Eventually pulling out of Speedy's ass with no warning, Castro hauled Changeling to his feet. Cupping the boy's ass cheeks with his hands, Castro hoisted Changeling into the air and guided his dick into the green teen's hungry fuck-hole.
Holding on for dear life, Changeling howled as he was filled, and Castro laughed, "Tell me it was worth waiting for, whore-boy."
"Yes!" Changeling screamed as he bounced up and down, "Yes, sir, it was! How did I ever live without this giant cock to fuck me?!"
"Now, that's the sort of thing I like to hear from a sex-slave. I hope you others are taking notes."
Unlike Jericho and Speedy, Changeling managed to blow his load before Castro was done with him.
"Fuck!" Changeling screamed as his shaft pulsed, "Fucking fuck the cum out of me!"
When Changeling was entirely spent and his balls empty, Castro dropped his slutty green breeding boy to the floor and moved on to Robin. He forced the raven-haired stud onto his stomach on the bed and climbed up on top of the Boy Wonder's prone body. As he ran his fat brown banana through the cleft in Robin's ass cheeks, he leaned down and husked, "I'm going to make you scream even louder than your friends combined. They tell me you were the leader, but in my harem the only leader is me. Got it, bitch!?"
And before Robin could answer, Castro forced his full length into Robin's well-trained man-pussy.
Robin did scream, and he was louder than any of the other three had been. The Boy Wonder's DP training clearly hadn't been enough. Being fucked by two dicks, even when one of them was Stallion's, was nothing like the feeling of being penetrated by this giant shaft with its single goal of fucking him into the ground. Robin wondered how his bros had survived it.
"Yeah, bitch," Castro laughed as Robin howled, "That is music to my ears."
"Fuck me!" Robin finally found his words, "Oh shit, my ass has never been fucked like this! Please, never stop fucking me, sir!"
"I promise you that," Castro laughed as he plowed away at Robin's breeding hole. "As long as you're mine this hot hole will get lots of attention from Daddy's fuck-meat."
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" the Boy Wonder screamed, passion finally overcoming pain. "Fuck me!"
On either side of him, Jericho and Speedy lay, unabashedly stroking their cocks, while Changeling lay on the floor trying to gather the strength to join his bros on the bed. Or maybe to beg for a second round. (At least the green-haired slut-boy hoped there'd be a second round.)
Castro rolled to the side and pulled Robin with him so that the hero was perched on top the muscular brown body, looking his fucker in the face. The Boy Wonder straddled the sex-slaver and felt the fat cockhead kiss at his anal pussy.
"Now ride that big dick, boy!" Castro ordered, and Robin let the massive cockhead force his hole open again. The Boy Wonder bounced up and down on the monster fuck-pole, taking more and more of it with each bounce. When he found himself fully seated on Castro's meat, Robin ground around like he'd seen girls do in pornos.
"Yeah, you prize slut. Daddy likes that," Castro smiled. "Now, play with yourself. I want to see you shoot your load onto my belly."
Robin took hold of his 9 rigid inches and beat off like there was no tomorrow, all while fucking himself silly on Castro's monster. The sex-slaver wanted this slut's cum, and Robin was hot to give it to him. Castro was proved wrong, though, about how far the Boy Wonder's load would fly. He'd said belly, but when Robin's balls flexed and his cock erupted a fountain of sperm, the first heavy wad of jizz arced up and over the talent scout's abs heading due north. Most of the splooge painted Castro's chest, but one wad, that first and most ambitious, landed on the slaver's left cheek.
"Fucking A+, boy," Castro smiled as Robin fell forward onto his sperm-painted chest. "Are there any more at home like you?"
Robin smiled and thought, "If you only knew."
Castro pushed Robin off him and onto his back before coming back to his feet.
"You three," he said, pointing at the other Titans, "I want to see you feed Robin your cum."
While Changeling and Jericho took up positions on either side of the Boy Wonder's head, Speedy straddled his cum-sticky chest. With a clear purpose, all three seriously beat their meat until their balls screamed for release.
"Cumming!" Speedy cried at last, and Robin bend his head up, mouth open to catch the redhead's hot sperm on his tongue.
Speedy was barely done when Changeling forced his long cock into Robin's open mouth. The dark green cockhead flexed, and a flood of jizz joined Speedy's. Robin's eyes sought Jericho's, and he could read that his blond buddy was desperate to cum, too. Robin nodded and spat out Changeling's green plum. Jericho pushed Robin's head flat on the mattress and, stroking himself to completion, took careful aim. The blond let most of his load join the cum-wad in Robin's mouth, but he saved just enough to paint the dark-haired slut's lips. The mentalist's piss-slit delicately rubbed the hot slime all over his buddy's face, and Robin sighed in contentment.
"If you sluts are quite done," Castro said, "Knees. Here. Now!"
The Titans all but fell off the bed in eager haste and knelt reverently before the biggest cock they'd ever experienced.
The talent scout flogged his shaft and finally said, "Faces together, now!"
The boys pressed together and watched as Castro's cock let go an orgasm the likes of which they'd never seen. Nor imagined. He democratically hosed their faces down with his copious seed, and laughed at the look of "What? No more?" on their faces when he was done.
"You've got some nice boys here," Castro said to the Martels. "When you're done with them, call me, and I'll be happy to take them off your hands."
The Titans were licking Castro's sperm from each other's faces, but it was Robin that slurped up the last little bit. More than a little intoxicated by the taste of Castro's sperm, the Boy Wonder took stock of his recent life. He and his bros been kidnapped, broken, and trained as sex-slaves before being passed on to the Martels. They'd been taught by a master stripper and had used what he taught them to win a reputation as first class strippers. They'd served as bed bucks and live sex-show sluts, and occasionally they'd been handed off to whore for one of the brothers' buddies. Maybe getting fucked by and fucking for Castro (or his clients, Robin didn't delude himself but that they'd be going to some whorehouse somewhere) would not be such a bad thing.
And with that thought his cock began to rise again.
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Robin had no way of knowing that the Martels' video surveillance had been compromised weeks before, and that Stallion, Maverick, and Spotlight were watching the whole audition in real time. (Nor did Kev and Joey Martel realize that their pheromone-controlled baby brother Nicky was on his knees in Stallion's lair deep-throating the villains' cocks in turn instead of acting the part of courting swain to whatever high-profile starlet like he was supposed to have been meeting tonight.)
"I don't believe it; if anything they're better than they were when we last fucked them. Do you miss breeding those hot asses, boss?" Maverick asked as Nicky ran a raspy tongue around his corona.
"No. Well, maybe a little, especially Robin. And I know I shouldn't. The purpose of the whole caper was, after all, to break them and pass them on. Sure, my brain I knew I'd only have them in my clutches for a little while, but getting the chance to break open the Boy fucking Wonder was definitely—wow. Yeah, I do miss them."
"I miss Jericho's tight ass myself," said Spotlight, who had stolen the young crooner's talented mouth from Maverick, "Even though I only got to fuck him that one time."
"That's the jizz biz, bro," Maverick commiserated, "And besides now you'll know where to find them when the Martels move on to the next fad."
"You think so?" Stallion said, "I'm not sure. I have a feeling Castro will never get his cock into those boys ever again. And neither will any of the rest of us."
Nicky said nothing but gleefully gagged on a mouthful of Spotlight's Carioca sperm.