The New Teen Titans vs. the Italian Stallion Chapter Fourteen: At Last, A Rescue, Part 2 Evan Andrews 2021
The following story is a work of fan fiction set in the New Teen Titans era in a continuity where Dick Grayson as Robin and Joe Wilson as Jericho overlapped, because screw unitard hero uniforms.
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The Martel Brothers' by-invitation strip and sex club was in an uproar, in a manner of speaking. It might be more apt, however, to say that the whole place was a giant clusterfuck. Literally. In the private box, the celebrity brothers were exploring all the possibilities three hot turned-on young male bodies could afford. On the floor, the club guests were doing much the same thing, just with more bodies available.
The best show in the house, though, was taking place on the main stage.
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Changeling and Jericho's combined oral talents quickly reduced the dread and terrible Deathstroke to a quivering mass of desperate flesh.
"Fuck!" the assassin moaned as the boys licked their ways up and down his weapon of mass destruction, and the two Titans grinned knowing that they had him totally at their mercy.
"Your daddy has such a BIG cock, Joey!" Changeling cooed provocatively, "And his precum is so tasty!"
Jericho winked, and Changeling added, "I wonder what else is tasty?"
Together, they rolled Deathstroke onto his side. While Jericho kept on with his cocksucking, Changeling tore out the seat of the assassin's orange trunks and applied himself to kissing and sucking at Deathstroke's asshole.
"Mmm!" the green-skinned sex-machine sighed. This was the life.
The brocest sessions Change and the other Titans had enjoyed in the Stable and on-stage had been thrilling, but this foray into father/son/arch-cest was so much better. An hour ago, Deathstroke would happily have killed Changeling, but now all he probably wanted to do was fuck the Titan to death. Well, that would come later. First, they needed to totally turn the intimidating villain into a submissive sex-pig.
"Jericho, you have got to get a taste of this hot hole. Tasty, and tight, oh so tight. I think he has to be a virgin."
As the boys traded places, working Deathstroke from piss-slit to anus, the assassin quickly took on all the attributes of a ragdoll (well, except for his rigid cock). His body was the boys'. Whatever they wanted to do to him he was down with, and the sex-crazed hero slaves clearly had an agenda. Point by point they visited every item on their `make him our slave' fuck-it list. They never entirely abandoned Deathstroke's most sexually-charged zones, but they made sure he understood that his whole body was their playground and under their control. When Jericho began to force a savage French-kiss on his father, the assassin didn't know whether to shit or go blind. In the end, he broke, just as his two tormentors had done before him.
"Yeah!" Deathstroke screamed, "Use those mouths on me! Touch me! You make Daddy feel sooooo gooood!"
Daddy, Changeling thought as he grinned at Jericho. Daddy was going to get more than he ever bargained for.
"Get on your feet, Joey," he said, "And let `Daddy' show you how much he appreciates what you've done for him. Slade, suck your son's dick!"
Where Deathstroke might once have balked, he now knelt obediently, opened his mouth, and watched as his baby boy bred his mouth. Fuck! While Deathstroke was busy sucking his first cock, Changeling scuttled to the side of the stage and came back pushing a sybian. The thing's dildo was still slimy from its use in a show earlier that night, but Changeling added even more lube since he knew he was going to be using it on a totally virgin man-pussy.
"Up on your toes, Slade," Changeling ordered, "And park that tight ass of yours over top of this."
Whimpering, but still sucking his son, Deathstroke let Changeling slide the hole-tormentor between his legs, and the green shifter guided his nemesis' ass down towards the death of his anal cherry. The assassin whimpered around Jericho's cock as the probe tested the resolve of his untried pucker, but Changeling proved he was a stern taskmaster. The Titan grabbed Deathstroke's hips and forced the assassin down onto the dildo in one motion.
Jericho's sloppy 8 inches fell from Ddaddy's mouth, and Deathstroke howled as he was penetrated.
"Fuck! Too.. No.. Please.. Can't.. Too big!"
"Take it, bitch," Changeling growled in contempt. The dildo was really not all that big, "Take it like a man!"
Slowly, Deathstroke fully planted himself on the evil ass-torturing machine's dildo. The assassin leaned back and unconsciously ground away on the silicone intruder. The initial pain was bleeding away, and when his prostate got its first jolt of stimulation, the assassin treated the boys to a spurt of precum. The Titans went back to all fours and lapped away at Deathstroke's newly flowing fountain of youth.
Deathstroke cried as the boys, done with his cock for the moment went back to exploring his body. Slowly, provocatively, they slid Slade's mature body out of his costume, and what they couldn't get off easily they cut away with the assassin's own knives. Finally naked as a jaybird, Deathstroke found himself able to focus on some serious flesh on flesh action. Only then did Changeling actually turn on the sybian.
"Arrrrghhhh!"
The Titans, currently teasing Deathstroke's nipples, grinned in satisfaction at his soul-wrenching scream. For Changeling, getting back at his tormentor for years of pointless stalking—something he had never understood the cause of—was sweet. So too For Jericho who owed his father for being pushed aside year after year in favor of a sociopathic older brother.
As Deathstroke bounced on the hole-wrecker, the Titans returned to the oral worship of the villain's cock, edging him like a garden path.
"Do you like this, Daddy?" Changeling asked, "Do you like having your hole buzz-fucked while two hot sluts worship your body?"
"Ugggmmm!" was all Deathstroke could manage, but his frantic eyes spoke his state of mind better than words ever could.
"Glad to hear it" the green teen slut said.
Changeling dialed the sybian up to its highest setting and fell back on his haunches to watch as Deathstroke's body shook and writhed in sympathy with the beating his prostate was now taking.
"Eeeeiiiiyyyye!"
It was a sound nobody ever expected to hear from the mega-macho villain, and it satisfied the teens in a very primal way . Changeling, stroking his own hard cock, grinned as Deathstroke got closer and closer to cumming from nothing more than prostate stimulation, but instead of letting his student peak, the teen cut the sybian's power entirely.
"So, does this mean you like taking it up the ass, Daddy?" Changeling taunted.
Broken, Deathstroke could only nod his head. Hadn't it been obvious?
"Well then, maybe we should try having flesh and blood breed that hole or yours."
The Titans lifted Deathstroke off the sybian, and slid underneath him so both their dicks were pointed in the general direction of the assassin's fuck-hole.
"Sit down and take a ride on Joey's boy-cock, Slade," Changeling ordered.
Wide-eyed with excited humiliation, Deathstroke inched forward and lowered himself towards Jericho's 8 rigid inches. Locking eyes with his boy, his face betrayed shock and fulfillment when his hole was breeched.
"Oh fuck, Joey!" Deathstroke cried as his ass bottomed out on the blond's shaft.
"Ride him, Slade," Changeling ordered.
Weeping, the assassin bounced up and down on his son's fuck-meat. It felt too good to be the punishment for years of neglect he knew he deserved. At the same time, though, it was a torture because the assassin knew he didn't deserve to feel this good. Still, he couldn't stop fucking himself. Jericho soon met his father's squats with thrusts of his own, and the father-son show took on a life of its own.
Changeling was enjoying the sight of Jericho's dick beating the ego out of his father's ass, but it was time for him to get some action of his own.
"Okay, Slade," Changeling said, "Pull your ass off that prick and park it on mine. Now you'll get a taste of what it's like to be fucked by a really big dick."
Deathstroke hesitantly lifted himself off his son's cock and slid a few inches back to hover over Changeling's 10 ½ inch monster. He felt down, grabbing hold of the green monster in order to guide the shaft in, and flinched visibly when he first felt the beast his young arch had been packing all these years pressing for entry.
"I can't," the assassin whined. "Changeling, it's bigger than Joey's, and that nearly ripped me apart. Please, don't make me..."
"Stop being a crybaby, Slade, and take that dick!"
Still blubbing, anticipating the worst, Deathstroke relaxed as well as he could and prepared to be split by Changeling's cock.
"Urgh!" he glugged when the plump dark-green head finally slid past his anal pucker, and as he slid slowly down the fuck-pole he groaned, "Ahhhhhhhh!
When the assassin bottomed out, Changeling didn't even give him a second to adjust. Instead the shifter grabbed his enemy's hips and began power thrusting up into the older man's daddy-ass.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Deathstroke barked with each of the shifter's thrusts. "Oh sweet Jesus, FUCK!"
Jericho sat up and, taking hold of his father's 11 inches, began to milk the weeping cum-teat.
"Oh, Joey," Deathstroke cried, "It's too much! I can't... I'm going to... Yeah!" whereupon Jericho let go and stared his father square in the eyes. The message was clear. "You aren't the boss of me, slave. You cum when I say you can."
"Please, Joey," the assassin begged, "I've got to cum. I can't take much more of this."
"But you will," Changeling said harshly, "Park yourself on Joe's dick again, bitch. Then bend over and kiss him."
Deathstroke slid forward and assumed the desired position once more. As he leaned over and kissed his son, Jericho wrapped his arms around the assassin's back and held him in place. He knew what Changeling had in mind.
What the...?! Deathstroke wondered, but then he felt Changeling crouching behind him and the head of the teen hero's monster cock pressing against his already-stretched hole again.
"No," Deathstroke screamed, "Not two... Aiiyeee!"
Changeling mercilessly forced his shaft in alongside Jericho's and filled Deathstroke fuller than he'd ever imagined he could be filled.
"Uhhhhhh!" screamed the assassin inarticulately, and Jericho looked up at his bro, concern on his face. He wanted to humiliate his father, not kill him.
Deathstroke collapsed onto his son's chest, gasps wracking his body as the monster boy-cock joined with his baby boy's own to tear him a new one.
Jericho stroked his father's silver hair, but Changeling laughed, "Don't worry, Joey. A tough old bird like Deathstroke can take everything we can dish out. After all, we did. Now help me fuck this ass into total submission."
That said, the two Titans went into primal "fuck the pig" overdrive.
"Do you feel that, Slade," Changeling demanded as he long-dicked the daddy-ass, "That's two young dicks slamming your butt to the borders of sanity. We may be your first, but you love how we're fucking your cunt. Best of all, I predict that you'll go out of your way from here on out to make sure you get dicked, especially double-dicked, a lot."
"Gungh gungh gungh!" Deathstroke could only drool in lust, but deep down he recognized the truth of what Changeling had said. He wanted dick. He needed dick. As much dick as he could get!
"Right now, I want you to concentrate on our two dicks. We're breeding you, Slade, breeding you like a prize bitch `cause that's what you are. Our prize bitch!"
"Ungh!"
"And you love it!"
"Urngh!" Deathstroke screamed as Changeling pulled almost all the way out be slamming home again.
The assassin's balls gave up at last and sped their creamy bounty to where it would do the most good. His dick flexed, and volley after volley of daddy sperm spurted out onto his son's belly. And chest. And even his sweet face. Every muscle in the assassin's body tensed except his sphincter which spasmed around the invading rods in time to his spurts.
"Oh yeah!" Changeling sighed as Jericho moaned his "I'm going to cum" moan, "Just like that!
The two Titans fell over the edge as well and filled Deathstroke's guts with prime sex-slave ball-juice.
"Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!"
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Green Arrow was working like a Trojan fucking open Speedy's sex-slave guts. (Yeah, he was conveniently forgetting some of the footage he'd seen of Speedy giving his ass up to anybody who asked. Self-delusion was one of Arrow's specialties.) Speedy for his part was turned on by the feeling of his face pressed against the brick wall. Powerless to resist, he grunted in pleasure as Arrow slammed the 9 inches of his hero shaft over his sidekick's sensitive prostate.
The teen archer knew all Arrow's tricks in bed. Mostly from spying on his mentor's active (to say the least) sex life, but also from once or twice actually having been invited to share some piece of ass Ollie had brought home. Yeah, probably social services would have had a field day with that, but Speedy had been too damned horny to think twice and too satisfied by the experience to report it later. Arrow had never, of course, dicked HIM during those rare sessions, but the redhead remembered how it felt when they DPed a girl, their cocks separated by only a little bit of flesh. The memory of how his mentor's dick pushed pussy after pussy to the edge made Speedy's own cunt all the more eager for this fucking. After that, months spent working the street renting himself to get money for drugs and weeks spent undergoing the Italian Stallion's tender tutelage had led the young hero to recognize and heartily approve of his mentor's technique. It was direct, honest, and brooked gainsaying from no whimpering punk.
Speedy was grooving on the feeling of Arrow's dick owning his ass when, gasp, a hand explored around his body heading in the general direction of Little Roy. Was Arrow actually...? Ah! It seemed he was. Arrow's hand cupped Speedy's 9 inches, massaging the bulge in those red tights in time to his anal thrusts.
"Ungh ungh ungh," the teen archer groaned. It felt good, but it was nowhere near enough to satisfy him.
The redhead reached down and ripped at the fabric that was hiding his shaft. Arrow now had his hand full of raw boy-cock, and apparently he knew what to do with his new acquisition. Speedy was too far gone to wonder how his mentor acquired his knowledge.
"I'm fucking you hard now, Roy," Arrow husked in the teen's ear as his fingers wrapped around the sidekick's meat. "I'm pounding this whore ass like it's never been pounded before."
"Oh yeah!" the sidekick moaned. "Take me, Ollie! Take my ass!"
Arrow braced himself against the wall with his hands and let his hips do all the work. Hard and deep, he opened his boy to the joys of getting power-fucked by Oliver Queen, the Green Arrow!
"Take it! Take it!" Arrow howled.
(Across the room, Robin caught a glimpse of one of his fantasies playing out and filed it away for later as he went back to work on Batman's cock.)
Speedy forced his ass back to receive Arrow's thrusts.
"Fuck, Ollie! Breed my punk ass!"
Arrow fucking was like Don Juan showing off, and Speedy's hole was taking it like a pro.
"You were never fucked this well, were you?" Arrow demanded.
"No! Oh god, no. Never! I love how you fuck me, Ollie!"
"Prove it!"
Arrow wasn't able to say later what he meant by that, but the gloved hand that Speedy had been using to jack himself off was suddenly pushed back into Arrow's face.
"There's your proof, you fucking god!" Speedy gasped.
Arrow looked at the hand, and then hesitantly licked the precum slime off it. Fuck, it tasted so good. He had.. Yeah, he had to get that goo straight from the source! He whipped Speedy around and fell to his knees, staring the raw boy-cock in its weeping eye. Opening wide, he took the head of Speedy's dick into his mouth and ran his tongue around the spongy knob. The taste was fantastic, and when he teased his tongue around under the corona of Speedy's cockhead it oozed even more of the addictive sex-slime. Entranced, Arrow wondered what would happen if he took even more of his sidekick's cock into his mouth. More precum was what happened, and Arrow soon found himself stroking that part of the 9 inch boy-cock that was not filling his mouth at any given time while the off-hand fondled the teen hero's balls and teased his taint.
`Ah ah ah!" Speedy sighed. Arrow was really good at this cocksucking stuff. Almost a natural. And again Speedy failed to wonder where his mentor had gotten such skill.
And then a fucking miracle happened. (Though more likely it was just the drug working its way past another of Arrow's layers of inhibitions.)
"Roy, I need you to fuck me!" Arrow whimpered around the teen's 9 inches. "I need to know how it feels."
To Speedy's disbelief the Emerald Archer fell onto all fours and waved his truly fine ass in the general direction of Speedy's meat. Arrow, Ollie, had been an incredible asshole in their time together, and here Speedy finally had the opportunity to find out how much of an asshole he could actually be. A wicked plan formed in the sidekick's brain, and he fell to his knees as well, ripped a hole in Arrow's tights, and started rimming his mentor's apparently eager hole.
"Oh fuck, Roy! Come on! I need cock!"
"Who cares?" Speedy growled, "You'll get what I give you, bitch."
Between tongue and fingers, Speedy opened Arrow up enough that when he crawled up behind his former mentor he could easily slide the head of his cock past Arrow's guardian and sink all the way into his butt. After that it was just natural to fuck the vigilante like the dog he was.
"Ugh ugh ugh!" Arrow whined.
Arrow was behaving like a prissy virgin, and if Speedy hadn't know that his mentor regularly took it up the ass from Black Canary using a strap-on he might have fallen for the act. Or maybe the difference between silicone and flesh and blood made the difference? Who knew? Who cared? Arrow was getting taken somewhere he'd definitely never been before. He was rocking under the force of Speedy's thrusts (Fuck me, Roy. Fuck me, Roy. Fuck me, Roy. Geesh, the old man needed some variety to his sex talk) when the redhead pulled back just far enough to concentrate on rubbing his frenulum over the archer's sensitive prostate. A shiver ran up Arrow's spine, and Speedy edged him that way for several more strokes, not as a reward but as a torture.
"Oh, sweet god, Roy!"
Speedy pulled out then and went back to ass-eating and hand-milking his mentor. The old man was close to breaking; he could tell.
"Please, Roy," Arrow was groveling now, "Please fuck me again!"
"Ollie, nothing would give me greater pleasure!"
Not that Speedy meant for his cock to plumb Arrow's guts again, at least not right away. The teen pulled away and applied his fingers to tease and then penetrate the elder archer's dripping hole. One finger proved no challenge to the Arrow. (Of course, after taking Speedy's 9 inches why would it.) The vigilante simply groaned and waggled his ass as Speedy played a tattoo on his prostate again. Ropes of precum slid out of the archer's piss-slit to drip provocatively to the floor.
"Like that, do you?" Speedy thought, "Then it's time to find out if horny old Ollie Queen would find two fingers twice the fun?
"Ungh," Arrow moaned as the second finger entered Speedy's anal exploration. (So it appeared the answer was yes.)
How about three?
"Guh guh guh!"
Three fingers stretched the Arrow wide, but he was clearly digging it. Speedy had suspected he would, but it was rewarding in a twisted way to have his often-indifferent mentor hunching his newly whoreworthy ass back onto the teen's strong fingers.
Four fingers?
"Sweet Jesus!" Arrow screamed, "Roy, what are you doing to me?!" Not that he tried to get away from those demanding fingers, Speedy noticed.
"I'm giving you more of what you clearly want, bitch," Speedy said as he opened his fingers and stretched Arrow's hole further than it ever had been taken.
"Argh!"
"See!" the teen said as he grabbed hold of the howling Arrow's dripping cock with his off-hand, "This tells me how much you love it. Fuck, I could milk you for this slimy precum and make a killing on the open market. Do you want me to do that, Ollie? Do you want me to milk you day in and day out?"
"Please, Roy!" Arrow sobbed, but it was unclear if he was begging to be turned into a precum dairy beast or for the teen to get on with his anal violation.
It didn't matter because Speedy wasn't about to stop, and in fact he had a more insidious plan than just making Arrow a man-milk beast. The teen pulled his fingers out of the stretched asshole and stuck his fist into an oh-so-handy can of grease. (No, Speedy had no idea how that had gotten there, and he didn't care.) Once totally lubed, the teen now-dom reintroduced those cunt-hungry fingers to Arrow's hole and pushed.
Fuck! Roy!" Arrow screamed as the width of Speedy's fist wormed its way past the hero's failing anal defenses. The scream became inarticulate. The teen's fist forced full entry, and Arrow's guardian muscle snapped closed around his wrist.
With a demonic grin on his face, the worst-served of superhero sidekicks got back part of what he owed the Emerald Archer. Arrow's chest had fallen onto the floor when Speedy's fist had first fought for entry, and now he lay on his stomach, legs spread, gurgling as Speedy's arm plowed him into the next issue. Speedy was surprised, in the end, at how long his mentor was able to endure this ultimate of anal violations. Not only endure, but find pleasure in as well. What a slut Arrow had turned out to be. Maybe they made a better pair than Speedy had imagined.
"Roy, oh god! Roy, you're.. you're going to make me cum! Me! Cumming! Hot fist fucking! Fucking! Me! Cumming! Argh!" Arrow was losing it.
White-hot sperm spurted forth and all but glued Arrow's groin to the floor. Never in his adult life had the vigilante hero experienced an orgasm anything remotely as satisfying! And he owed this king of orgasms to Speedy! God, the boy knew his body better than he did himself.
With that thought, the Emerald Archer found himself rolled over onto his back. Speedy straddled his chest and grabbed a handful of blond hair, pulling Arrow's face towards his dick.
"Suck me, Ollie. You owe me, so suck my cock, bitch! And swallow my hot sidekick load!"
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Batman lay on the Boy Wonder's back, grinding his 10 inch dick around in Robin's boy-pussy. Fuck, Robin was so tight and hot, and it felt so, so good to fuck him!
The Dark Knight turned Robin's head to the side and gave the teen an off-center kiss.
"Batman," Robin groaned in his heat, "You're fucking me so good!"
"'So well', Dick," Batman automatically corrected.
"Well," Robin sighed, fucking school marm, "Drill your well, sir!"
Their coupling was probably the closest thing to true affection in the club this evening, and Batman was enjoying both the physical and emotional sides of the experience. Until he needed more, that was. The fucking drug never let up.
"Dick," Batman husked, "You need to fuck me now!"
The pair rolled over so that Robin now lay on top of his mentor, but the Boy Wonder had his orders. Bracing himself, he lifted his ass off of the Bat-pole, gasping as his hole snapped shut. Rolling to his right, Robin caught himself on his hands and feet and crab walked himself back between Batman's spread thighs. Kneeling, the teen took hold of Batman's legs and pushed them up over his chest. Batman's pelvis rolled up, and the Dark Knight grabbed hold of his knees so his legs wouldn't get in Robin's way.
Leaning down, Robin licked his way up and down the crack of Batman's trunks. Mmmm! Sex sweat had darkened the already dark fabric further, but the Boy Wonder knew exactly where his prize was. Using a blade from Batman's utility belt, Robin ripped the fabric open and applied his tongue to the batcrack and to the bathole itself.
"Please, Dick! Don't tease me! Fuck me!" Batman sighed.
"Bruce," Robin said, "Shut the fuck up. Have you forgotten who's ravaging whom here?"
(Yeah, take that school-marm!)
In the end, of course, Robin proved too softhearted to keep the sweet torture going. He spat on the pink pucker and fingered the hole open as he came back to his knees. Looking down at the naked lust on Batman's face, Robin took the next step and tore the red vest and green jerkin off his young body, which left him wearing nothing more than the ragged remnants of his famous green trunks. He let a trail of saliva drip down onto his young cock and aimed the 9 inches at Batman's weeping man-cunt. Gently he pushed and felt Batman's sphincter tense, for only a second, before relaxing and allowing the Boy Wonder's cockhead slide inside.
"Ahhh!" Batman cried as Robin's well-practiced length took possession of his definitely virgin hole.
Inch after inch slid into the Dark Knight's guts, and he all but cried out again when he felt Robin's shaved crotch make contact with his ass.
"Fuck me! Please!" Batman whimpered.
Robin needed no more encouragement. He began to pump his mentor's butt gently, but thoroughly.
"Ugh ugh ugh!"
Batman was spread-eagled on his back now. His hands were clenched in fists over his head, and his toes (if it hadn't been for the boots) would have pointed to the heavens. His cowled head thrashed back and forth as Robin increased the speed of his thrusts.
"Fuh.. uh.. uh.. uh.. uck!" Batman sobbed.
"Yeah, Bruce, take that dick," Robin said, "Take all that dick. People have been gossiping about us being lovers for years, and don't for a second pretend that you never wondered what it would be like."
Robin leaned down and kissed his mentor. "I did," he whispered.
"Dick," Batman whimpered. What had he been missing by not taking the Boy Wonder as his lover? (Though without the influence of the Italian Stallion's insidious dope he never would have.)
"I know," the Boy Wonder said, "Me too."
Robin took hold of the batpole and began to stroke the 10 inches as he fucked Batman with increasing passion.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Batman screamed as he felt his balls tighten, "I can't take it anymore, Dick! I've got to cum!"
"Good. I'll let you blow your load, but I get to decide where," Robin laughed.
The Boy Wonder pulled out and all but jumped onto Batman's hips, straddling him and letting his tight boy-hole swallow the Dark Knight's mighty length.
"So fucking good!" Robin sighed as he rode the rigid pole up and down, "But I want to be looking at you when you cum, Bruce."
Batman smiled for the first time and rolled so that his legs were under him again. Coming to his feet, he lifted Robin into the air and carried him to the table where earlier Speedy had been enjoying a good ass-eating. Laying Robin down, the Dark Knight began to pump hard, desperate to let his swimmers go.
"Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck me, Bruce!" the Boy Wonder screamed, staring into his mentor's eyes, "Give me your hot batload!"
Robin squeezed his ass tight, giving the batpole just that little extra sensation that it need. Batman tensed and threw his head back.
"Argh!" Batman roared as his cock and balls conspired to fill the Boy Wonder's ass to overflowing with batsperm.
Pearly man-goo squelched out around the gasket fit of Dick's sphincter, and the young hero, mission accomplished, felt the familiar sense of inevitability go rushing up his own rod.
"Cumming, Bruce!" Robin howled as his cock erupted and dosed the Dark Knight's chest with rope after rope of hot cum.
"Fuck."
Batman wrapped his arms around his Boy Wonder as he came up to a seated position, and the pair sealed the experience with a passionate kiss.
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The club was, at that moment, hit with another, possibly stronger, dose of the mist, and the orgy reset and moved into overdrive. On stage, the supers came together in a single fucking conglomerate. Seven male bodies eagerly worked their way through a plethora of positions and a variety of combinations. Cocksucking and ass fucking took center stage, but there was much more creativity displayed on the stage that night. Thanks to Stallion's training, the Titans were able to lead their elders into a more-than-all-around introduction of the many faces of man-sex.
The exquisite ordeal ended with an all-supers cocksucking daisy chain (with obligatory finger-fucking) on the round stage by the stripper pole. By that time the heroes (and the one villain) all had each other's orgasmic cues down, and they were able to manage near simultaneous throat-hosings when their fuel finally ran out for the night.
And cut.
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"Please tell me you got all that on video," said Maverick as he rubbed at his clearly distended crotch.
Pheromone Force (yeah, maybe not the greatest name, but it would do until the next retcon) had been watching the action from another room at another location in another city entirely, but they hadn't missed a thing.
"Was I born yesterday?" the Italian Stallion said, "Of course I did. And, I got exclusive night-vision footage of the Martel brothers' little incest orgy too. And, I had a good dozen cameras catching the action out in the audience."
"What do you plan to do with all that?" Spotlight said.
"Who knows. Of course it's certainly prime blackmail material. I mean, we could destroy or at least diminish a couple of dozen careers if any of it got out, and I don't just mean our favorite lot of heroes."
"The Martels' careers are already over," Spotlight said. "I was watching the other feed. When the Met Police raided their sex-pad, they found all that footage you conveniently left in plain sight. And the footage of them not only accepting delivery of the Titans but also of their subsequent sexual abuse of the boys was playing on the big screen."
"You might as well have made a sign that said, `Guilty as charged, Your Honor'," Maverick laughed.
"Well," Stallion said, "Someone had to take the fall, and those egotistical cunts definitely had it coming."
"Except maybe Nicky," Spotlight sighed. The big-dicked Brazilian had developed a soft spot that that particular boy's cocksucking prowess.
"Who knows," Maverick said to his new partner, "Maybe Boy Nicky will find a good lawyer who'll get him off light. When things finally die down, eventually, he might be available to give you blow jobs day and night again."
"But the other two," Stallion said, "They were clearly the masterminds, and they're definitely going to do time."
"Better them than us," Maverick said.
"Of course, Batman and his crew will still be looking for Passion Kitten's evil associate," Spotlight pointed out.
"Yeah, and good luck to them," Stallion said, "We know where their jurisdiction ends, and even if they were to find us, they have no idea that that last dose they all got was a special new brew. According to our friend at S.T.A.R., it'll stay in their bodies for years."
"And?" Maverick asked, sensing there was more to this that met the eye.
"And.. in future a simple whiff of our pheromones will push them over the edge. Just. Like. That," and he snapped his fingers. "They'll zip past the calm and suggestible state and leap straight to submissive sex-pig. I can't think of anything better than getting a heap of heroes all hot and bothered so a body can make a timely escape."
"Mmm," Maverick said, smiling still stroking his cock, "An escape maybe after a satisfying session of fuck the superhero?"
"Exactly. Always leave them wanting more."
"Hmm. Then I hope they do try something. I always wondered what tag-teaming Batman or the Green Arrow would look like."
The Italian Stallion laughed his last laugh.
"Maybe someday we'll find out."