The New Teen Titans vs. the Italian Stallion Chapter Fifteen: Epilogue 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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A year later on, Pheromone Force (they'd decided to keep the name) was still on the loose-- for several excellent reasons. The Italian Stallion and his posse had made a conscious decision not to do anything that would involve them crossing paths with any major superhero or superhero teams. Mostly they escorted rich women and men who later found they had been embarrassingly generous in their payment for the services they'd received. Some would call it glorified whoring; some would call it armed robbery—especially if they'd gotten a peak at the villains' weapons. As a sideline, they occasionally trained up another crew of sex-slaves, too, but they made damned sure they never got involved in anything remotely resembling one of those imbecilic Joker, Riddler, Penguin thematically predictable crime spree capers. Passion Kitten, when asked her opinion of her former protégé, was livid and expressed her opinion of Stallion with a remarkable store of Anglo-Saxon monosyllables.
The Martel brothers had, as Stallion predicted, been arrested, and Kev and Joey did go down hard—if getting sent away to a country club prison counted as hard. (Must be nice to be rich and famous, Maverick said.) Nicky, on the other hand, had in fact found a good enough lawyer who got him off with little more than a slap on the wrist, and he was back on the streets already. Not that he could do anything like actually go out on the streets. The video of the brothers' sex-slave fucking antics, and especially of their own brocest orgy (courtesy of Stallion's pheromone bomb) had hit the web and were still circulating, no matter how hard their manager tried to shut them down. There was no place he could go that people didn't recognize him and remember those video clips. Spotlight still yearned for Nicky, but the kid was too hot a commodity, too closely watched by—you can guess who. Ah well, sacrifices have to be made sometimes.
Of course, Team Batman, and Team Arrow, and Team Titans, and even a pissed off Deathstroke, never really gave up their pursuit of Stallion's crew, but as the months passed catching them just became less and less of a priority. When the heroes did get a hot lead and were about to swoop in for the capture, the villains seemed always to be just that one crucial step ahead of their pursuers, and the heroes, time and time again, were left grasping at nothing more than pheromone-scented air.
Or course, that was just what Pheromone Force wanted the heroes to think. The truth was that the heroes had found their quarry on a few occasions, but, thanks to the remnant of the drug in their system, all it took was a stiff whiff of the old and masculine for the heroes to revert to suggestible fuck-puppy status, especially the Titans.
Yes, the session with Batman and the Green Arrow did turn out to be hot as all hell. It was nothing, though, when compared to that time the villains had been lucky enough to come across the Teen Titans: both their long-lost fuck-boys and a couple of their Teen Titan bros. The four former sex-slaves reverted in seconds and helped to subdue their previously uninitiated fellows: Kid Flash and Cyborg. In the weeklong idyll that followed, the villains were able not only to renew acquaintance with and reinforce learned behaviors in their former students, but they were also able to test new techniques of restraint on the hyper-velocity Kid Flash and the part-machine Cyborg. Kid Flash got hit with an anti-Flash drug S.T.A.R. kept on hand—you know, just in case—in addition to a heavy dose of pheromone oil before being handed over to Robin, Speedy, and Jericho to start breeding down. Meanwhile Pheromone Force concentrated most of their attention on subduing Cyborg which took a concerted effort of their pheromonal assault. Fucking biofilters! Changeling, at last, got close enough to the machine-teen to deliver a concentrated dose of the drug hypodermically. As Cyborg reeled under the effect of his blood rushing to his mighty dick, Maverick hurried forward and slammed a positronic sedative device around Cyborg's head to keep him from instituting any kind of emergency reboot.
Brought back to the new Stable, Kid Flash and Cyborg found their bodies assaulted as quickly and as often and as emphatically as possible. Thanks to Stallion's recruiting of a few new dogs and his renewed domination of his pet Titans, his team was able to keep the speedster and the cyborg constantly fucked silly. Most deliciously, though, Changeling was able to spend a week working through the lust he'd always harbored for Cyborg (and his big black cock). Of course when the flesh failed, as it must even with nearly a dozen men, Stallion stood by to double down the new slaves' indoctrination with his collection of fucking machines. In the end, both new studs went back to the world fully assimilated into Stallion's corps of roving, waiting-to-be-activated super sex-slaves.
It was a great pity when that session had to end, but at least there were many hours of new video in Pheromone Force's archives.
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Those video archives were important as well, because one of the Force's other sideline businesses was the production of specialty pornos starring select superheroes. (Well, other celebrities too, but superhero fuckfests were the most popular niche porno market.) Filming any of these productions took months of planning to pull off which is why only two had been made to date: the Catman and Hawkman piece had no story just animal-intense flip-flop fucking in the great outdoors, and the Blue Beetle and Booster Gold piece was a truly touching bromance to fuck-buddies to lovers saga.
Today, Pheromone Force was back on set and ready to film their third masterpiece. The ambitious plan was to shoot a hardcore bondage and submission epic centered on the tried-and-true "superhero and his sexy sidekick" motif.
Lights! Camera! Action!
The throne room of the new sea king was filled with a raucous and jeering crowd of merfolk, and the noise reached a deafening roar as the bound prisoners were led in.
The two captives had their hands chained behind their backs, while more chains bound their upper arms to their muscular chests. Collars around their necks held mental white-noise generators to prevent the pair's reaching out telepathically to call for help, and ball gags kept them silent. The pair staggered as much as they walked, heads down and clearly embarrassed at having been so easily overcome and trussed up. They had even been stripped of their well-known costumes. The older wore nothing more than a pair of black trunks that clung to his tight ass and his rigid 9 ½ inches. (It seemed a wonder, in fact, that those inches hadn't ripped through the stretched-tight fabric yet.) The younger wore a similarly clingy pair of blue trunks that did nothing to hide his own erect 8 ½ inches. From their demeanor, it was clear the captives were equally as embarrassed by the obvious message their traitor cocks conveyed as they were by having been captured in the first place.
Aquaman and Aqualad were paraded the full length of the room, suffering the verbal barbs of the fickle merfolk as they went. Stopping before the great throne on its raised dais, the hero and his humpy young sidekick were forced to their knees preparatory to receiving the sea king's rough justice.
Aquaman glared up at the new sea king and locked eyes with his longtime rival. The two stared hard at one another, waiting to see which one would blink first. Incredibly, in the end, Aquaman's embarrassment, especially his growing sexual excitement, distracted him too much. He blinked, and, realizing he'd just lost the contest, he dropped his gaze to the floor in humiliated submission.
"Break them!" the sea king ordered his guards with a sneer, "Fuck their whore asses open. Teach them to suck cock. Reduce their proud dicks to cum-teats. And when you're done turning them into prime male sex-slaves, remand them to my royal harem! When I have the time, I'll drop by to use them in whatever way I think they deserve."
He rubbed his hands together and added, "I haven't had a pair of precious bitches like this to fuck in ages."
Aquaman and Aqualad tried to protest, to break free, but the gags worked too well, and the chains were top-notch. Fighting every inch of the way, the former sea king and his stud-muffin sidekick were drug away to "enjoy" a very public deflowering and thorough sexual reprogramming.
You wouldn't have thought that screams would carry that well underwater.