Operation Manpower Chapter three: More Titans
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"What do you mean you can't get in?" Lilith demanded.
"We've been trying," said Wonder Girl, "And no matter what we do, it's no good. It's like it was designed to let the first wave in and keep out everyone else."
"So let's hit it all at once!" said Bumblebee, "Those are our friends in there!"
"Right!" the Titans (old and new, east and west) all shouted.
They formed up and charged the warehouse using all the firepower in their arsenal. Aqualad (in his red top and blue trunks), Mal (in jeans and a Dark Knight tee-shirt), Gnark (in black MMA trunks and a muscle shirt), and Golden Eagle (bare-chested, his lower body gripped by green tights and red trunks) disappeared into the dark of the warehouse while the girls were once again flung back across the street.
"This is getting old," Wonder Girl said.
"I'll say," said Harlequin (Duella Dent), "And I've only done it once."
"What gives?" demanded Bat Girl (the other Bat Girl that is), "It's like this shield is specially attuned just to keep out women."
And they all stared at one another.
"Oh damn."
Inside the warehouse, the newcomers stopped short and found themselves witnessing the opening moves of an orgy of hunky young heroes. Any fetishist worth his latex and gimp mask would pay through the nose for video of this scene, but all the four certifiably straight newcomers could do was stare. In almost no time (given that the purple ray was at level 5) they were just as horny as their buddies.
"What are... are you doing?" Aqualad stuttered, although it was clear from the way his tight blue trunks now bulged with 7 inches of hard cock that he knew full well.
"Why don't you studs come and find out," Speedy quipped, "And lose the clothes while you're at it."
It was all the invitation they needed. While the six current Titans struggled out of the rest of their uniforms (and anything they had on underneath) the newcomers tore their own uniforms off and blindly followed their raging hard-ons into the fray. In addition to Aqualad's not to be sneered at 7 inches, Gnark's thick 10 inches, Golden Eagle's 9, and Mal's 8 acted like they'd been magnetized by the hot make-out session they'd discovered. They stumbled across the room, fixated by the hot young male bodies waiting for them. Eagerly, raw male flesh met raw male flesh, and they all reveled in the contact. Lips smacked in passionate kisses, lube-slicked cocks squelched as fists pumped them, and ten young men groaned out their rising lust.
"God, let this go on forever!" Kid Flash prayed as he swabbed out Mal's mouth with his tongue.
But that prayer was instead answered by another flash of the light. The ten horny young men broke up into smaller groups. Gnark ended up with Cyborg and Beast Boy, Mal with Speedy and Kid Flash, and Aqualad and Golden Eagle joined Nightwing and Jericho.
Years before, Speedy had fallen off the straight and narrow and had fallen badly. Drugs. In order to afford his next fix, he had often done things that would have shocked his mentor, not to mention his friends. Though he would never have admitted it, when the light flashed again, he knew exactly what to do next. The red-head fell to his knees and dove forward to kiss Mal's 8 inches of chocolate manhood. Then he turned his attention to Kid Flash's 6 ½ inches and fell into a rhythm of trading off sucking his buddies' man-rods alternately. Images swam up out of his memory. He'd forgotten how much he had learned to relish the salty taste of man juices back then. They were almost as addictive as his drugs. No, they were better than the drugs. Yum! But he couldn't keep the pleasure of sucking cock from his partners.
The red-head came back to his feet and gave Kid Flash a suggestive push on the shoulder. The junior speedster gave Mal a final kiss and sank to his knees where two cocks waited for him. Speedy nearly collapsed with pleasure when Kid Flash's mouth wrapped itself around his shaft. Oh fuck! He grabbed Mal's head and tried to crawl inside him, tongue first.
Kid Flash sucked back and forth for a while, and then he and Mal traded off cock-sucking duties. The sight of young pink cock drilling into the black stud's hungry mouth drove the other two crazy, and they all fell to the floor into a three-man daisy chain. While deeply involved in this, the light flashed again, and Speedy found himself grabbing Mal's spit-slick dick and kissing his way, after sucking on Mal's heavy balls, back between the muscular legs towards his buddy's fuck-hole and started rimming him. It was just naturally what came next.
Alongside them Nightwing, Jericho, Aqualad, and Golden Eagle had already fallen into their own four-man daisy chain. Only Cyborg, Gnark, and Beast Boy were still upright—or mostly so since Beast Boy was being held upside-down servicing the others' pricks while their mouths concentrated on his emerald fuck-shaft. Beast Boy had been trying to take both his lovers' big dicks into his mouth, but it was proving impossible. Human anatomy just wouldn't allow it. Even though he could do some justice to Cyborg, stretching wide enough to allow enough of the dark shaft to slide into his mouth to really pleasure him, Gnark the caveman was just hung too big. Even trying to take no more than the head into his mouth made the shifter's jaws protest. Then something in the green-skinned boy's brain clicked, and his powers kicked in unconsciously. Beast Boy lost focus for a moment and his head partially shifted. His lower mandible detached from the upper, the same way a snake's jaw unhinges. Gnark's caveman's cock had been prodding at Gar's face-hole, never managing to get much more than the head inside. Then suddenly Gnark found his fuck-meat sliding deeper into the hot mouth than it ever had before. Not only that, Cyborg's dark shaft now fit into the gaping green maw as well. Beast Boy was almost in tears as the two cocks plowed away into his mouth, teasing the top of his throat. For a total cock-sucking virgin, Beast Boy was proving surprisingly adept at the art, and his two lovers were losing no time not taking advantage of the situation.
The light flashed, and Cyborg and Gnark fell to the floor (taking Beast Boy with them). Lying on their backs, they maneuvered around until they had interlocked their legs and forced their pelvises together so that their two cocks jutted proudly into the air like a two-headed monster. Beast Boy drooled saliva onto the heavy shafts while Gnark used his fingers to tease the boy's hairy green asshole open. Gar groaned and knew what he had to do. He straddled his buds and slowly began to lower himself onto their combined manhood. His ass was tingling with anticipation, but some instinct warned him to relax his guardian muscle. Mister Sphincter met the Two-Headed Fuck Monster and slowly opened up to let them inside.
"Aiyee!" Beast Boy squealed as they spread his ass wide, and he began to bounce up and down on the two dicks.
"So big! So full! So—fuck me!"
As if that was the invitation they'd been waiting for, both Cyborg and Gnark started thrusting up into the bottomless green asshole.
"You are so hot, Gar!" Cyborg groaned, "Tighten that little ass for me, buddy!"
Gnark simply released primeval grunts as his cock plumbed Changeling's guts, rubbing against Cyborg's big brown shaft as it did so.
Beast Boy hazarded a glance towards his other friends. Speedy was there on his hands and knees being spit-roasted. Mal plunged into the red-head's mouth while Kid Flash fucked his ass. Judging from the sounds Speedy was making, Kid Flash had to be using his powers to get more stimulation per thrust than was humanly possible. The result of the twin stimulations was an obvious puddle of pre-cum growing under Speedy's hips.
Beyond them Aqualad was sitting astride Nightwing, impaled on the vigilante's intoxicating shaft. The two dark-haired hunks undulated, recapitulating a dance as old as time itself. Blond Golden Eagle was on his back, his legs spread as the equally blond Jericho knelt between them and plunged in and out of the west-coast Titan's ass. It was fucking heaven.
Outside the new She-Titans, along with Lilith, Bumblebee, Harlequin (the original, not Joker's mad infatuated girlfriend), and Bat Girl (again, the original, not the one in the purple spandex) tried time and again to break into the warehouse, but the shield was incredibly strong.
"How does Crime Master have such a thing in his arsenal?" Starfire demanded.
"That's not the right question," Raven said. "Maybe if we tried..." Bumblebee said.
"Even colder," Raven told her.
"Maybe," Wonder Girl said, hesitantly, "Maybe we should call in the big guns? The JLA?"
"Bingo," the mystic said.
"Wait, you have access to the JLA?" said Harlequin, "Then why did you never call them in back in the old days when we found ourselves in a fix!?"
"Probably because we thought we could take care of anything. We were kind of jerks back then, like most teenagers," Wonder Girl admitted.
"Fifteen love," said the white-faced heroine, "Well, what are you waiting for?"
Inside the light flashed again, and the copulating youths slid towards one another, turning their couplings and three-ways into a single, epic super-orgy. Ten muscular young male bodies sought and gave pleasure in whatever way presented itself. Willing holes, oral and anal, opened to throbbing fuck-poles. Kisses rained from unoccupied mouths onto any flesh that presented itself. And hands teased and stroked and kneaded.
At the other end of the video feed, Lex Luthor keyed a mike and said, "All teams, get ready to scramble. I'm about to initiate level 10. The JLA has just been alerted, so we'll only have a few minutes in which to secure our volunteers. Remember, don't worry about cleaning up--either them or the scene. Cram the butt plugs I gave you into their asses and get the cock rings on them. When you've done that, get them into the vans and get out. We can complete the rest of their outfitting en route. And be sure to grab their uniforms. We can use those for bait later."
Or for jerk off material, Luthor mused.
He smiled at the video feed again and said, "Are you ready, boys?"
The light flashed a final time, and everything seemed to happen at once. Nightwing felt a familiar tingle run up his urethra. Golden Eagle's balls pulled up so tight against the base of his cock that it looked like he had none, while Speedy's nuts almost danced in his scrotum. Mal looked like he was having a seizure while Gnark and Beast Boy threw back their heads and let out sounds that were more animal than human. The only thing that concerned the bodies and brains of the ten young heroes was the ecstasy that accompanied their cocks pumping out wad after wad of hot boy-juice. Nightwing was afraid that his orgasm would never end (even though it was actually over in less than a minute). The release was that intense. Then they all collapsed in a pile of flesh and fluids.
After the purple white light died away, recovery teams rushed into the room and fell on the spent boys. Dripping sperm, saliva, and sweat, the teens were quickly fitted with the devices that would keep them incapacitated by a fraction the purple ray's power. Luthor's henchmen were good; otherwise they became ex-henchmen. They tossed the Titans into waiting vans and sped away.
Outside, the girls heard the bestial cries of the boys' orgasms but had no context with which to interpret them. "X'hal!" Starfire cried, "What torture is the fiend inflicting on them?!"
Then the XX-clusion shield struck out at them one last time. It doubled its perimeter and slammed into the girls. Caught unawares, they all flew through the air again and landed in heaps many yards away.
When the JLA finally arrived, the girls were just coming to and digging themselves out of the rubble.
"Where?" demanded Superman.
Wonder Girl pointed at the warehouse.
"But there's a shield up that repulses women," she said.
"We'll see about that," Wonder Woman said grimly.
The most powerful heroes on the planet charged the warehouse and ran into—nothing. The shield was gone, the warehouse empty.
"Where are they?" Bat Girl said.
All that was left of the ten Titan man-orgy was a large and embarrassingly biological wet stain in the middle of the floor.
"I don't like this," said Batman.