The New Teen Titans vs. the Italian Stallion Chapter Five: Ride `Em, Pigboys 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.
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 and Tony Lattanzi as Maverick. Stallion's minions are played by Vince Ferelli and Leo Gemiani.
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Robin, the Boy Wonder, was no longer strapped to his fuck bench even though he was draped over it getting rodded at both ends. The machines continued working over his body's sensitive zones, but it warmed the young hero's heart that the Italian Stallion now trusted him to be a willing participant in the process of turning him into a sex-slave. He even looked forward for the times Stallion came in to give his boys another session getting their asses used to take two cocks at once. Once upon a time, Robin would have been ashamed to admit he looked forward to those sessions, and then the young hero heard the sound of the door handle turning. He twisted his head just enough that, without letting the dildo fall from his mouth, he could see Stallion walk into the room, followed by his fellow trainer, Maverick, and the dogs bringing up the rear.
With a great big smile on his face, the villain cheered, "Off your benches, boys."
The four teen heroes let the dildoes fall out of their mouths and crawled off the plunging arm of the machine fucking their asses. With Changeling guiding Jericho, they fell into a line and waited for orders. Naturally, they all looked disappointed, since being off their benches was denial of a well-earned treat. Little did they realize the experience Stallion had in store for them now would leave the fuck benches, and even the DP stations, seriously in the shade.
"Oh, don't look like that," Stallion laughed at his captives. "Today we're going to try something new, and for that you'll be getting a training buddy."
Robin looked at Stallion expectantly while the other Titans looked at their usual trainers.
"No, not us." Stallion smirked, "Today you're going to team up with a brother Titan."
The boys looked at one another, confused.
"All will be made clear. Just follow me."
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Stallion led his captives into the alcove again, but half of the flat tables had been removed at some point. Semi-cylindrical cushions sat on the remaining two, and each of these was fitted with two -- well, they looked like junior butt-plugs. Robin's face left no doubt of his disappointment at what he saw. Days spent on the bench had gotten him used to the fuck machine's rod, and Stallion's occasional visits made sure the hero was comfortable with an even bigger one. But these things—they were miniscule in comparison, and there was no mechanism visible, just the plugs. How was he supposed to be satisfied with so little to work his ass over? He doubted the tiny things could get him off, or even get him close to it. But Stallion clearly meant his pet Titans to impale themselves on these stubs, so he would.
"Robin," Stallion said, "You and Speedy come over here. Changeling, you and Jericho get the other set-up."
The boys broke into their teams and walked to the indicated contraption, Maverick solicitously making sure his favorite blindfolded blond got from the line to his next ordeal without incident.
"Climb aboard, boys," Stallion said, "Face your buddy, and park yourself over top of one of the plugs."
The plugs were cleverly spaced, Robin had to admit. When he knelt and perched over top of his plug, allowing it to tease his expectant sphincter, he found he was not just looking at Speedy. Rather he was face to face with the redheaded stud. In fact, they were so close that their bodies couldn't help but touch, and touch they did. Robin didn't think he'd ever touched Speedy this much, let alone so intimately.
"Now, sit yourselves down," Stallion directed, and the villain watched as his slave trainees sank onto their haunches, moaning as the plugs slipped inside their holes. The plugs might not be of the largest, but the four teens had so taken to their lessons that even this least of rods made their cocks start to plump up. Maybe his ass liked the novelty, Robin mused.
"Okay, let's get them strapped in," Stallion said to his trainers.
The slavers descended on the impaled heroes and fitted them with restraints once again. Stallion pulled Robin's hands behind his back and cuffed the wrists together. Vinnie did the same for Speedy, and both heroes managed a half smile as their cocks got even harder.
"Pretty," Stallion said as he ran a hand over Robin's ass, "And pretty exciting. Vinnie, ball-straps next."
The two stud-busters took hold of their boys' ball-sacks and slid their young nuts through one of the two rings of a rubber contraption. Being rubber, the strap between the rings pulled them together so that Robin found his 9 inches tight up against Speedy's own.
"Fuck," Robin thought his meat rubbed against Speedy's length. Precum oozed from his piss-slit and slid down the boy's rod.
The heroes' two shafts were practically a single shiny slick fuck-rod now. It was hot as all get-out, but then the trainers upped the ante further. Vinnie produced a milking sleeve from somewhere and handed it to his boss. Stallion made sure the tube was properly lubed and then slid it over the double shaft of these original Titans.
"Yes!" Speedy gasped at the enveloping pressure, while Robin could only moan, "So fucking good!"
The trainers now used double-ended suction cups on straps to join the boys, sensitive nipple to sensitive nipple, and again the rubber pulled the boys close, upper body to upper body.
Robin shot a worried look at Speedy, but Speedy wore an incredible shit-eating grin on his blissed-out face.
"Oh well," Robin thought, "If he's not worried..."
Moving up to the boys' heads, the trainers fit collars around their throats before Vinnie handed Stallion a two-headed dildo. This was just long enough that each of the boys would be able to take an end in his mouth while his buddy swallowed the other.
"You know what to do with these, I think," Stallion said, and the heroes opened their mouths for the mock cock to fill their mouths.
"Now, to make sure you don't spit that out," Stallion said.
He used a final rubber strap to connect their collars, forcing the dildo even further into their mouths, and finally, Stallion slid on a double harness over their heads. This harness resembled the ones they'd worn that first day, but as Stallion tightened the straps, Robin realized that between the harness, collars, and the oral dildo, there was no way he could turn his face away from Speedy's. The bondage-buds had no option but to watch each other sucking away on the ersatz cock.
"You look comfortable," Stallion laughed. "I hope so because today you are going to be fucked like you've never been fucked in your lives."
Picking up a remote control, Stallion turned on the milking sleeves, and the Titans' ordeal began in earnest.
"Mmmm!" Robin groaned around the dildo as the machine began to pleasure his shaft. Speedy echoed him. "Mmmmm!"
The two Titans could tell from the sounds exactly when Maverick turned on Changeling and Jericho's milking sleeve. Jericho made his usual whining noise around the gagging dildo, and Changeling howled with surprise when the machine went to work on his 10 ½ inch dork. Robin, himself, grooved on the sensations, and especially the feeling of sharing the experience body to body with his oldest buddy. A glance showed him that Speedy, that slut, was already deep in the milking sleeve's spell. The sound of two of Robin's newest buds experiencing the same thing only feet away just heightened his erotic experience. He had never imagined there could be sex like this. Damn, what else had Batman neglected to tell his favorite sidekick about?
As if to answer Robin's question, Stallion chose that moment to turn on the sybians.
The plugs immediately started vibrating, buzzing away as they attacked the sensitive places just inside the boys' asses, especially their prostates. The Boy Wonder squealed, and found Speedy was staring at him, eyes wide open, just as surprised as his buddy by this hot new anal sensation. Watching a friend being fuck-tortured the same way you were added an incredible dimension to the experience that getting plowed on the fucking bench never had.
Once Stallion knew his beautiful hero boys were secure and well-caught up in their training session, he looked over at the other pair and watched as Maverick gently pulled Jericho's blindfold up and over his golden curls. They'd discussed this earlier. After checking the tapes, Stallion decided the time was right to let Jericho fully into the process of enslavement. The younger trainer smiled as he dropped the blindfold on the table and got a gander at Jericho's deep green eyes. It was a calculated risk. If reflexes won out, mentalist might slip into Changeling's body (or even Maverick's) and try to escape. Instead the hero's extensive training won out and the reflex failed. Escape would mean abandoning the spectacular sensual teasing his body was getting. Fuck! It just felt too good, and Jericho couldn't bring himself to break away. The blond shot Maverick a glance and basked in the proud look on his trainer's face.
`MMMMMM!" Jericho moaned, shuddering and now abandoning himself entirely to the lesson.
"Such a good boy," Maverick said as he ran a hand down Jericho's shoulder to his ass.
Stallion handed Maverick another remote, and the two trainers circulated randomly among the boys. The dogs, relegated to their knees, stared up hungrily at the Titans' boy-cocks, cocks that dripped lube and sex-juice as they were anally vibro-tortured and milked. The trainers moved from one couple to the other orchestrating new depths to the young heroes' debauching. After days of careful observation, the trainers both knew what signs meant one of the boys was about to blow, and when one got right to the edge, the trainers dialed his sybian back just far enough to let him recover. The Boy Wonder groaned in disappointment the first time this happened, and he wasn't alone. Every one of his team soon underwent the same torture of denial.
Maverick laughed at having cruelly denied Robin his reward, "Deal with it, Boy Wonder. We can't have you getting off too soon. What fun would that be for us, and what would it rob from the orgasm we finally let you have?"
Stallion's master remote controlled not only the sybian but also the milking sleeve. Maverick's remote could trigger the double-headed dildoes in the boys' mouths to treat them to a dose of cum from time to time. Together the villains played their captives like violins.
Utterly helpless, the Titans writhed erotically on the sybians. They tried to fuck the milking sleeves, and they contorted their bodies to see if the straps connecting the scrotums and nipples could get them any closer to cumming. To no avail. It was a pathetic sight, and a turn-on the likes of which Stallion had never imagined. The villain rubbed at the bulge in his pants. He didn't plan to insert himself into the boys' session, but maybe... He whipped his dick out and began to stroke, Maverick, just as turned on, following his lead.
Stallion looked at his beefy dogmen and said, "What the fuck are you two waiting for? An engraved invitation?"
Seconds later the dogs were at their masters' feet, eagerly sucking their long dicks.
Stallion caught Robin sneaking a glance at him and Maverick getting blown. The hero looked frantic, and his eyes begged his master for release. Or maybe the hero wanted a shot at Stallion's fuck meat himself.
"Maverick," Stallion said, "Do you think these sluts have earned the right to cum yet?"
Mercy was a quality Stallion Maverick hadn't thought Stallion possessed. It wasn't like him, and so the younger trainer decided the question was a test.
"Fuck no, boss," Maverick leered.
The Titans try to scream please, but given their phallic gags, it was hard to tell if the boys meant "Please let me cum" or "Please fuck me more, harder".
"I think they can at least wait until we've fed the dogs here a hot cum lunch," Maverick said as he ran a hand across Leo's head. "After all, we're the ones that've been doing all the work. They've just been sitting on their asses the whole time."
Stallion laughed, "Yeah, no reason to interrupt a good blow job."
The Titans were visibly beside themselves.
"Vinnie," Stallion said, "Take your time and make sure you do me right. If you don't, your ass may be the next one perched on the sybian."
Glancing up Stallion's body, the dog slowed down and began to take his cocksucking as a serious duty. Every inch of Stallion's meat needed sloppy oral worship. The boys watched in desperation, praying even in the face of the threat the dogs would hurry up. Later they didn't know if the gods heard their prayers or if the show they were putting on finally got erotic enough.
Maverick bellowed suddenly, and Leo choked on his thick sperm. Vinnie managed to suck-milk out his own hot white prize less than a minute later, Stallion gasping out his satisfaction as his balls unloaded.
"Well," Stallion sighed finally, as the long-haired dog-man licked his shaft clean, "I suppose it's time. A promise is a promise."
He and Maverick picked up their remotes as tears of joy coursed down the Titans' faces. Both the milking sleeves and the sybians suddenly went into overdrive, and Maverick gave them all one last oral dose of cum.
"Ergh! Argh! Urgh!" the heroes cried out, and the milking sleeves filled with opalescent white boy-sperm.
After shutting the sleeves (but not the sybians) down, the trainers and dogs walked over to their student sluts and began to remove the bondage equipment. Head harnesses, collars, and nipple suckers (ouch) fell to the table. Robin and Speedy let the dildo fall from their mouths in Stallion's hands, but when Maverick tried to take the dildo from Changeling and Jericho, the green suck-slut actually growled at him.
"You want more, boy?" Maverick smiled. "Then you just keep on sucking. Never discourage a dedicated cocksucker, that's what I always say."
When the trainers slid the milking sleeves off the boys' cocks, the dogs suddenly pushed their way in and began to lap at the slimy boy-cocks. Lube and precum and sperm were licked clean away before Stallion allowed the dogs to release the boys from their scrotal bondage. After that, the muscle suckers kissed and licked up the trail of sex-slime that had soaked the boys' overstimulated balls. Robin tried to thrust into Vinnie's mouth, but his ass was too firmly planted on the still-vibrating sybian. Fuck. But at least the torment was over.
Which was, of course, when Stallion and Maverick sent all four plugs into overdrive once again. The Titans wood grew rigid once more, and the dogs' mouths took the place of milking sleeves. The boys all screamed as the second round of violation got under way. When they had cum once more, the trainers subjected them to a third round. (The dogs were getting quite the sperm meal today.) For the fourth and final round, the trainers climbed up onto the tables and presented their renewed fuck-meat for the boys to suck.
"Well, I guess I have been fucked like never before," Robin mused as he tongued the bullet head of Stallion's rod as it filled his mouth with the trainer's jizz. "I have no idea where we can go from here, but it'll be hot."