The New Teen Titans vs. the Italian Stallion Chapter Two: Show Me What You've Got Evan Andrews 202
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 secret door in the side of an unassuming warehouse slid open and closed again as the Italian Stallion's van disappeared inside. Once the shutting door shieled the van from prying eyes, a section of the floor opened up, and Maverick drove down a ramp into a shuttered station on an abandoned line of the city's subway system. They came to a stop in a puddle of light, and Maverick hopped out and sauntered around to open the back doors. Stallion, in the meanwhile, clambered into the back of the van to deal with his captives. He reinforced his chemical hold over the four captive Titans and gently caressed their cheeks.
"Welcome to your new home, boys," Stallion smiled, "Let's get you out of this stuffy van."
Maverick threw the back doors open, climbed in, and helped Stallion release their collection of brain-addled Titans. The heroes had gotten enough of a whiff of Maverick's still developing pheromone power during the drive that they accepted, and even anticipated, his touch as eagerly as they did Stallion's. The buckles and shackles undone, Stallion and Maverick jumped out, leaving the boys sitting there rubbing their wrists.
"Everybody out," Stallion called, and the captives, eager to please, climbed out. Prolonged restraint had left them clumsy and stiff, and their churning balls also made moving around a challenge. Every time the fabric of their uniforms rubbed over their junk, the boiling foment in their testicles got more insistent.
"This way, stud-muffins," Stallion said, and he led his covey of admiring young heroes towards a red lit sign in the distance. He wasn't using the leashes anymore, relying instead on the boys' pheromonal fascination to keep them from straying. Maverick followed at the rear anyhow, just to make sure. The sign, when they reached it, read "Stable". It hung over a metal door that looked rusted shut, but that must have been just for show. Stallion put his hands to the wheel latch and opened it easily before ushering the boys into a brightly-lit tiled room.
"This is your new base of operations," Stallion said, "At least for a while."
It was arguably one of the weird chambers any of the Titans had ever been in. (And they'd been in some supremely strange places during their adventures.) It wasn't a prison, precisely; there were no cells or cages. Instead the space was divided into two halves. In the first, the nearest to the door, four benches, upholstered in black leather, claimed in pride of place. These were clearly meant for men to climb up on. Bodies would rest on the central rest, and the running boards on either side would keep arms and legs from dangling. The benches faced one another so that a man on one bench had a clear view of the man right across from him.
"Sweet fucking bench set-up" Speedy mused (Of course he'd seen stuff like this before), "Who's getting fucked?"
On the walls to either side of the door, an inventive array of sex toys hung from hooks or sat on shelves waiting to be used. The far side of the room was tiled floor to ceiling, and shower heads dotted the wall. Brushes, hoses, and a couple of drains in the concrete floor told the Titans this was a shower as well as if there had been a sign. Just outside the shower proper, cabinets stood, their doors ajar. Inside Robin could see a collection of kink gear: more harnesses, but also an assortment of sexy briefs, jocks, masks, and some ingenious bondage apparel he knew nothing about – yet. Oddly, it was all restricted to four colors: green, red, white, and baby blue. Robin had always believed that bondage was black leather, but he supposed he must have been wrong. Two hunky Italian studs, one with long black hair, one with short, stood beside the cabinets. These two wore only dog collars – there's the black leather, Robin thought – and cock rings that made their junk stand out. Nakedness – they were trimmed almost to the point of being shaved – made their muscles stand out.
"Over there, heroes," Stallion said, pointing at the shower area.
The Titans went where they were told to and stood in a line: Robin, Speedy, Changeling, and finally Jericho.
"Time to see exactly what we're working with," Stallion said. "Take off your harnesses and hand them to the dogs," Stallion said pointing to muscle-studs who had moved to either end of the lineup.
Slowly the Titans unbuckled their head harnesses, took out their gags (Changeling looked bereft to be handing over his prize) and gave the whole kit into the keeping of the dogs, Leo and Vinnie. (The names were embossed on their collars.)
"Now the fun part. Unwrapping," Stallion smirked.
The villain sauntered up to Robin and began to unfasten the Boy Wonder's trademark red jerkin. Removing it slowly revealed the tight green shirt underneath. Damp with sweat, it clung to the hero's body like a second skin.
Stallion ran a finger around Robin's left nipple, making Robin gasp, before saying, "Now, get out of that shirt. And while you're at it, lose the boots, too."
As Robin grabbed at the waist of his shirt, Stallion looked over his shoulder to the other Titans.
"And, you other three, get those boots off, too," he ordered.
Robin straightened up and stood, naked but for his green trunks, in front of his captor. His arms hung casually at his side. Stallion was smiling at what he saw. He smiled a lot, Robin thought. And why not when it suited him so well. It never occurred to Robin that the villain might be smiling because his plan to make the Boy Wonder and his buddies into sex-slaves – his sex-slaves, even if only temporarily – was proceeding so well.
"I always wondered what this would feel like," Stallion said as he stood beside Robin and rubbed at the contents of the hero's trunks pouch again. "It was fun on the roof of that warehouse, but here and now... I really enjoy it getting to know your sexy body, and I think you're enjoying it too."
Robin did. He was breathing heavily now, too, and he gasped when Stallion slipped his hand under the waistband of the green trunks, heading south.
"Ah!" the Boy Wonder gasped as Stallion's hand made contact with his cock.
"Slip them off, Robin," Stallion said, almost pleading, "Do it for me. I know you look great in them, but I want you totally naked. And I want you to do it."
Unconsciously, Robin's thumbs slid into his trunks at the waist, and the Boy Wonder bent over as he stripped away this last bit of his modesty. He left the briefs lying at his feet, and when he stood up again, Stallion took his taunt nipples between his fingers and thumbs and toyed with them.
"Oh!"
"Very nice," Stallion said, "Now, hang tight while I go see what Speedy's uniform is hiding."
Speedy rapidly joined Robin in the naked brigade, his red jerkin and tights sliding away with an efficiently that confirmed to Robin that his buddy had some practice at getting naked fast. Underneath his tights, Speedy had on a pair of sports briefs that must have been more tortuous at that moment than Robin's trunks had been. Stallion made short work of them and was pleased to find that Speedy's drapes matched the carpet. Robin knew that from showers at the Titans Tower, but Stallion was just finding out-- to his delight.
"You'll do," Stallion said as he toyed Speedy's nipples hard too.
Changeling, in his singlet, was not as much fun to strip. Instead working through erotic stages of increasing nudity, the show was over in one fell swoop. But the youngest Titan had a surprise for his captor; not only was he the hairiest of them (even all of them put together), but he was also free-balling it under his uniform. The sight of the young man's own fell swoop of fuck-meat more than made up for the previous lack of drama. Even the dogs perked up when they saw Changeling's green hang. Leo almost started drooling.
"Stallion?" he said in a wheedling voice.
"Hold your fucking horses, Leo."
Stallion gave Maverick have the privilege of stripping Jericho down. The humpy second banana, who was clearly smitten with the blond, did his mentor proud as he slowly removed the boy's uniform. The purple vest flew away. After some play, the white poet's shirt was teased over the blond's head, revealing the trim musculature of his torso. Maverick spent a while running fingers over Jericho's pectoral and abdominal muscles, always moving closer, inch by inch, to the young hero's privates. Slipping behind his subject, Maverick's hands slid down to Jericho's thighs while he ground into the blond's butt. Then the wandering hands cupped Jericho's full pouch and went to work on the mound for a moment until Maverick decided to get it all over with. Slowly he kissed his way down Jericho's back, and as he reached the waist he began to peel away the baby-blue tights. Jericho wore a dance belt under his tights holding his cock and balls high and tight. Maverick disposed of the annoying garment in a trice, and Jericho's family jewels flopped free. As he exposed the hero's nakedness, Maverick kissed the hero's ass cheeks. He worked the puddled tights and dance belt over the hero's ankles and tossed them aside. Jericho couldn't see what was being done to him, but he apparently was enjoying the scene. His beautiful cock started to plump up, that in spite of the fact that the straight-arrow stud knew it was a man toying with him. Erection, though, eluded him just as it did his fellow Titans.
When all four heroes were naked as jaybirds, the villains and henchmen got ready for the next step in the reduction of their captives.
"Everybody choose a boy and make with the grooming," Stallion said to his crew, "Dibs on Robin."
"Jericho," Maverick called.
The dogs rock-paper-scissored for the last two. Leo got Changeling, leaving Speedy for long-haired Vinnie. Vinnie was not disappointed though. Speedy was well worth getting your hands on, especially if you had a thing for redheads, which Vinnie did. And Leon, the size-queen, was beside himself for the chance to get his hands on Changeling's boast of cock.
Now came grooming. Clippers in hands, the villains left the boys' head and facial hair alone, but they made short work of the boys' body hair. They didn't shave them bare but left just enough hair for an interested observer (Stallion smiled at the cameras, hoping the Martels were enjoying the show) to get an idea of the stud au naturel. Changeling giggled and fidgeted as the clipper's vibrations tickled him, but the other three were either too stoic (Robin) or too far gone into infatuation and submission to do anything but sigh. Sleek now, the villains led their subjects to one of the shower stations. Pressed up against the wall, the boys, for the first time in their lives, experienced an enema hose snaking into their guts. Those same guts filled up with warm water, and the boys gasped as they were told to void into buckets before having their guts filled again. Over and over, the boys were cleansed until their water from their enemas ran clean. Only then did the villains push the boys under showerheads and scrub their bodies clean. The suds felt oddly exhilarating to Robin, and he was truly sorry when the intimate ablutions ended – except that the drying off gave Stallion another chance to feel the Boy Wonder all over once again.
"Back in a line, boys," Stallion said, "And, Leo, let go of Changeling's dick and go get the dog oil."
When the naked Titans stood once more in a row, the villains used the oil to massage their captives' bodies.
"You'll enjoy dog oil," Stallion smarmed, "It'll get rid of those nasty inhibitions."
Starting at the shoulders, the villains worked the dog oil into young skin until the boys fairly glowed. It felt so good, Robin thought, as Stallion's fingers worked over his body. As the villain stroked away, some circuit clicked shut in Robin's endocrine system, allowing the young hero's cock at last to respond appropriately to the stimulation. The churning in the Boy Wonder's balls seeped up to the base of his shaft, and in short order 9 inches of straight-boy meat jutted proudly out from Robin's crotch. And he wasn't alone. The other three Titans now sported roaring erections of their own as their manly captors ended their measured erotic massages by stepping behind their subjects. Hands reached around the heroes' waists and treated the heroes' stiff rods to some dedicated stroking.
"Fuck!" sighed Robin.
"Thank you, sir," Speedy whispered.
"Oh, daddy!" Changeling gasped as Leo teased the nerve bundle of his frenulum.
Jericho only husked out a "Huh huh huh."
Warm salty goo leaked from the heads of the Titans' cocks, and a squelching sound now accompanied the stroking of their rods.
"Oh oh oh" Robin moaned as Stallion masturbated him closer and closer to shooting his load.
The villain's fingers had also found the hollow of the Boy Wonder's throat and were teasing him mercilessly as he nibbled his ear.
"Sooo gooood!" Robin whined.
Robin's fellows were expressing similar sentiments. They were all in the zone now, giving in to the process and hoping that their exquisite torture would either be over soon or last forever. Little did they imagine...
"Okay, that's enough of that," Stallion said, releasing Robin's shaft and stepping around in front of the unfulfilled Boy Wonder to admire his handiwork. And admire was the word; a man would have to be missing his pulse not to be moved to must by the sight of the hero's neat and trim physique and his raging hard-on..
"Superb," Stallion purred, "Let's get some measurements."
Under other circumstances, the Titans would have been mortified at the idea of having their rigid cocks measured, but they weren't. Mortification and outrage were beyond them.
"9 inches," Stallion cried out from Robin's crotch before handing the tape measure on for Vinnie to take Speedy's measure.
"9 more here," Vinnie said, "Whaddaya know, a matched set."
"8 ½ inches," Maverick said as he measured Jericho's cock. (If Maverick was disappointed that his chosen stud came in second place in the dick department, so far, he didn't show it. The way he ground against the hero's butt showed he was much more interested in another part of the young hero's anatomy.)
"10 ½ fucking inches" Leo crowed, and he double-checked his measurement of Changeling's dark green love-muscle. "Whodda thunk it?! Junior has the blue ribbon dick."
"Yeah, that meat is nothing to sneer home about," Stallion said, "But when it's all said and done, it's what you do with hard dick that really matters."
"Holy heroes in heat," Robin thought, "Does he mean...?"
Maverick and minions snickered as Stallion took hold of Jericho's 8 ½ inch hard-on and used it to lead the blond towards the fuck benches. Passing the first row, the villain chose the far right bench. Putting Jericho in place behind the bench, Stallion guided the boy's hero-cock towards the end of the bench. The villains knew what was up, but the other three Titans stood there, staring, fascinated by what they were seeing. Stallion pushed Jericho's pelvis up against the end of the bench and the handsome blond Titan gasped as his cock disappeared inside a sleeve in the bench's padding.
"Feel that, Jericho, there's a flesh-jack in the end of the bench here," Stallion said, and Robin noticed for the first time there were fuckable holes in the two benches facing them as well. Presumably, the last bench was set up the same way. His cockhead wept another pearl of precum.
"Show me how much of a man you are, stud," the villain said to his handsome captive. "Fuck that hole."
Stallion helped the blond mentalist get a handhold on the bench Jericho immediately began working his hips, thrusting his dick into the hot lubed hole and pulling the length back out. The squelch of the heroes' precum-lubed jack-off session was nothing like the sound that accompanied Jericho's fucking of the bench.
"Unnnnnnnnngh," Jericho groaned. It had been too long since he had gotten laid, and no matter what the circumstances he was going to make the most of this! It never occurred to him to disobey Stallion. He wanted to fuck. He had to fuck! It was a moral imperative!
Stallion looked over at the three remaining Titans. All three stood watching, open-mouthed in shock, and their hard cocks bobbed in sympathy to Jericho's display of his breeding acumen. Robin had never seen his buddy in action like this before. God, where had he learned to fuck like that; he was so reserved. But he was fucking, and the Boy Wonder's cock was demanding the same rights. Fuck, he needed to stick his dick in hot, wet hole and pound it like—well, like a dog.
"Well, what are you standing there for?" Stallion demanded, "Don't your dicks work? Chose a bench and a hole and start fucking, studs."
The heroes broke from their places and dashed to the nearest unclaimed bench. A moment later, the whole room was filled with the sound of four fit young men doing their level best to get their fucking rocks off. Groans were groaned, moans moaned, and Robin sighed "Holy pocket pussy!" as he ground away at his bench.
"The dog oil works, I see," Maverick said as he came to stand by Stallion's side.
"Yeah, lacing their massage oil with concentrated pheromones really seems to have done the trick," Stallion said. "It's working exactly as our kinky friend from STAR Labs said it would. While they're under the dog oil's influence they'll eagerly fuck anything we put in front of them. Man, woman..."
"The produce department at the Piggly Wiggly," Maverick finished for him.
"Me?" said Leo.
"Each other?" Vinnie asked eagerly.
"Don't you know it. At fourth level, all their minds can grasp right now is that they've got to fuck something. We point, they fuck. What could be easier?"
"I'm kind of conflicted," Maverick owned, "It ought to bother me to see how a man can be reduced to this state so easily."
"That's the villain game, brother," Stallion said, clapping his student's shoulder
Maverick nodded and said, "When I stop to think about what my life on the streets was, though, and how everything is slanted to fuck you over, well, you know, I figure fuck it. Whatever it takes to get ahead."
"Epiphany," Stallion said, "Do the best with what you have."
The pheromone duo fist-bumped and wandered among their bench-fucking captives murmuring encouragements.
"Slow it down, Speedy," Stallion advised, "Make it last. I know you want to cum but take your time. I enjoy watching you give that hole a good dicking."
"Yes, sir," Speedy gasped, "Slowing down."
"All of you boys," Stallion said, rubbing away at his own hard-on in appreciation, "Fuck slow and deep. Give me a show I'll remember. You do want to make me happy, right?"
Obediently, the sex-starved Titans switched over from quantity to quality hole-pounding. Jericho was in his own little world, but the other three had their eyes on Stallion, gauging their performance against what they saw in his face. Stallion had pulled his own cock out by now and was putting on a show of his own for their benefit. And it wasn't just Stallion jerking off like a monkey. His three associates were also flogging their cocks like there was no tomorrow. They had never in their lives seen a sex-show like this. Happily, they'd be able to remember it forever because while Stallion was videocasting the whole session to the Martels, he was also making a copy for his (and therefore their) personal use. Whether Stallion shared the footage any further was a question for another day.
Eventually, Stallion allowed the Titans to speed up their fucking, and their raging young hormones gave voice to thanks and praise.
"Thank ... you, ... sir!" Changeling howled, "Fucking ... love ... fucking ... for your!"
Stallion knew that the boys couldn't hold out much longer, so gave his permission for them to end their first training session.
"Shoot, boys! Cum for me!" Stallion said, "Show me how much jizz you've got stored up in those swollen balls!"
"Oh fuck, Stallion!" the green teen cried, "I'm gonna pop!"
"Shoot on the bench, Changeling," Stallion ordered, "The sperm must flow!"
Although concerned with their own orgasms, Robin and Speedy watched (and Jericho listened) as Changeling took his last couple of thrusts.
"Cumming!" the youngest Titan screamed, "Fucking cumming!"
Changeling's lithe green body went rigid as he pulled out. His cock pumped seven ropes of sperm onto the black leather of the bench, and while he shot he made incoherent, almost animal, noises of pleasure.
"Fugh! Argh! Gah!"
"Shit, boy," Stallion said, standing alongside the orgasming young hero, rubbing patting the green ass in encouragement, "Whatever it was that made you this color did a number on your nuts too. I never saw so much jizz in one go."
Stallion looked at the other Titans and said, "Well, what're you waiting for. You going to let junior here steal the show? Show him how much spunk you can pump out!"
The older Titans took the challenge seriously and went into fuck overdrive mode. Roy came next, nothing so wild as Changeling, but he managed it with a greater vocabulary.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" the archer howled as puddles of jizz spotted the bench, "Look at me, Stallion! Look at me cumming for you! Look at all the sperm I have for you!"
Stallion was amused that Speedy had managed to hold onto control of his speech centers so well. He wondered how and why.
Robin showed himself to be a Boy Wonder in every way when he spurted out almost as much man-goo as Changeling had.
"Holy fuck!" he howled, as every part of his reproductive system hit 12 on the dial. "Holy Old Faithful, Stallion!"
Stallion smothered a laugh.
"I wonder what Batman would think if he could hear that?" the villain mused.
Now the three newly-nutted Titans got to watch as Jericho rocketed to the heights of passion himself. His thrusts become frantic, then uneven. Finally the hero's tight young body stiffened, and he shuddered through a silent mouth-wide-open orgasm as his cockhead spat out wad after wad. When the shudders stopped, Stallion slapped the blond on the ass.
"Damn, boy," Stallion said. "That was hot. All of you, that was hot as hell. Fucking and cumming like that, that's how you impress the Italian Stallion. Now, as a reward, you can climb up onto your benches and crash."
Ignoring the fact that the benches were decorated with their cum, the spent heroes clambered up and collapsed in sweaty exhaustion. Robin could never remember an orgasm taking so much out of him before. It was nice of Stallion to give them a break.
Yeah. As if.
"Leo," Stallion said, "Fetch the pig oil. Time for the next exercise."
"Pig ... oil?" Robin sighed.
"Pig oil," Stallion said to the Boy Wonder, though he said it loudly enough for all his captive Titans to hear, "The dog oil only breaks down inhibitions enough so that anyone under its influence feels the need to fuck something and doesn't care what the circumstances are. The pig oil expands on that. Once we get you dosed with it, the last of your inhibitions will melt away. You'll not only fuck but you'll get fucked, too."
"Get fucked?" Speedy croaked; he didn't sound displeased.
"Yeah, Red," Stallion said, "Man, woman, barnyard animal..."
"The produce department at the Piggly Wiggly," Maverick said, laughing.
"Could you find a new joke, Mav?" Stallion said, glad that the dogs had held their tongues, "But yeah, you'll take anything in any one of your fuckable holes and love it. And you'll find ways to pleasure as many cocks as come at you. One, two, three .. eight. And you'll get creative as fuck about it."
The villains were now using liberal amounts of the pig oil to massage their captives into an even more depraved state of sexual arousal. You could see the boys' slack muscles pass through a state of relaxation before tensing for action again.
Stallion showed special attention, Robin thought, to his thighs after working the knots out of his shoulders. (The Titans' leader carried way too much stress across his back, Stallion thought. He really needed a good massage, and it was just Stallion's luck that he was the lucky masseur.) Talented fingers moved to the inside of the Boy Wonder's thighs and inched their way up towards the cleft in his legendary ass. When the villain teased Robin's sphincter, the boy tensed, but only for a second. Almost immediately, the pig oil did its job. The Boy Wonder's body shifted from gotta fuck to gotta get fucked mode, and his guardian muscle relaxed.
"Please," Robin sighed.
He didn't need to say any more. Stallion, with utmost gentleness, slid his finger past the muscle and introduced the hero to a brave new world.
"Oh ... fuck!" Robin moaned as Stallion explored inside his body, "Holy ... fuck!"
Stallion leaned over and whispered into Robin's ear, "Lover boy, I promise you that I'm going to see that every part of this glorious body gets holy fucked like you could never imagine. You like that idea?"
"Yes ... please ... fuck ... me," Robin practically whined.
"That is that idea."
But for one brief final moment Robin's sense of leadership surfaced.
"My ... friends?" he groaned as Stallion ran an errant fingertip over his prostate.
"Don't worry, stud," Stallion said, "Your buddies are going to be just as fucked as you. That's part of the plan. Now, let's get you hooked up for the next lesson."