The New Teen Titans Fall to the Sons of Trigon Chapter 3: Jericho Faces His Doom Evan Andrews 2023
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Joe Wilson, Jericho, had taken more dick up his ass in the last few days (or was it weeks?) than he ever imagined he would in his entire life. Usually, ladies drooled over the mentalist's straight arrow beauty, so he never had to look far to find a willing female partner for a good time. Here, in the Trigon Boys' dungeon, however, there were no ladies—only three vengeful demon brothers who were unmoved by Joe's good looks.
So far, Joe had been the last of the three captive Titans to endure whatever punishment the Trigon Boys were handing out on any given day, so he heard his partners' screams as they endured whatever torments the day brought before he had to endure them. One cock up his ass, or one in his ass and another in his mouth, or two dicks stretching his man-cunt—it was all part and parcel of the hero's penance. His punishment for keeping Raven the good and pure soul he knew.
As Joe lay there naked on his stomach on the bed, he waited for today's screams of agony. He had last been fucked by two of Jacob's cocks, and he dreaded what might come next. Taking the single cocks had been bad, but then the demons doubled-up on how much cockage each hero had to endure, and that had been much worse. What more could they do? (Bad question.)
The Trigon Boys marched into Joe's cell with a grim humor on their faces—well, what passed for humor with them, which usually meant pain and anguish for their victims. Joe looked back over his shoulder as Jacob walked up behind the hero and flipped the blond onto his back so he was looking up into the face of the man about to fuck him. This was new. And disturbing.
Tugging open his pants, the tall four-eyed monster of vengeance tugged out all three of his three cocks, all rigid and stained with pink precum, and shot Joe a knowing look as he made a cunt of his hands and slowly fucked the three erections, spreading the lube around.
What?!' Joe wanted to cry. All three cocks at once?! Are you crazy?!'
The blond hero then looked up into Jesse's yellow eyes and shivered with fear. It didn't take a fortune teller to see that in a matter of moments, Joe's ravaged hole would be getting fucked by a true surfeit of dick. Fuck, could his hole even take that much cock without the skin and muscle tearing? Was this, maybe, the day that they went too far?
When the Trigon Boys had captured him, Joe had tried to make contact and possess one, or any, of his captors as they bore him to the ground. And he failed! Either something about their demon blood or their inhuman neural anatomy must render them immune to his power. But his even making the attempt moved them to raucous contempt, and they had immediately slapped a Domination Collar on him—just to make sure he didn't try any other tricks. And then they'd brought him to their dungeon and raped the conceit out of him.
During that first fuck, Jared—who was not actually ravaging the Titan's hole--demanded to know why Joe wasn't screaming.
"The other two screamed," the pugnacious monster had snarled. "Why is this one different?!"
"He can't, dumbass," tall Jacob had said as he plowed the blond through the first level of atonement. "Remember? His daddy cut him, and now he's mute."
"Mute, eh?" said Jared wickedly. "I can fix that."
"Well, then, do it!" Jacob had ordered.
Jared had grabbed Joe by the throat, his hand covering the hero's Adam's Apple, and suddenly Joe had felt his throat—changing somehow. Jacob kept slamming hard into the hero's guts, but Joe had found that, for the first time in many years, he could make a sound, or a noise at least.
"Arrrgghh!" Joe had moaned. "Ohhhhhh!"
The blond hero couldn't form words, though, in spite of the monster's partial fix. The screams that had torn from his soul as the monster raped his ass gratified his captors no end, however. (This was the screaming that Gar had wondered at and been alarmed by.)
"Ain't that sweet?" Jared had said as he prepared to introduce the blond to his gag-worthy staff. "First sounds he makes in years. He should thank us."
"He will," Jacob had said. "Eventually. After you stop fucking his skull. And he'll grovel at our feet when he does."
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And Joe had. Well, not at their feet; the Collar wouldn't let him get off the bed. But he did cringe nicely.
That memory burned behind the blond's eyes now as he stared up into the top two of tall Jacob's eyes. In desperation, Joe centered himself as much as the Collar and his mounting terror would allow, and...
Contact.
No contact.
Jacob threw back his head and roared with laughter.
"Nice try, human scum," he said. "You should learn from the past, though. You can't possess us, and even if you could the Collar won't let you."
The monster leaned down over his victim and said, "And you know, it's really not smart to piss off the guy who's about to give you the fuck of your life. Yeah, I'm gonna enjoy making you pay for that little stunt, bitch."
That said, Jacob, his cocks now slick with rosy precum, pressed their combined heads against Joe's pucker and shoved. The mentalist's cries from previous days were as nothing compared to the primal howls that now tore out of his throat. Jacob grinned wickedly as he forced all three of his rods of fuck-meat into the human slowly--inch by agonizing inch.
"Ayie!" Joe screamed as Jacob, once he bottomed out, began to three-cock rape him. Starting slowly, with gentle but thorough thrusts, Jesse quickly increased the pace and intensity, fucking ultimate humility and regret into his victim. The experience was more intense than anything Joe had ever experienced, and his sleek body thrashed under the assault.
O god, it hurts! But I deserve it,' he told himself. If it weren't for me, Raven would be reigning over the universe alongside Trigon now.'
The admission of Joe's guilt made the agony of his three-dick rape all the more poignant. Jacob really was hurting him, but the hero welcomed the pain. He deserved it. He needed the lesson pounded home that he should never ever again thrust himself and his powers into what was not his concern.
The physical agony showed in the blond's face, but as Joe accepted that he deserved this ultimate punishment a second look overwrote the pain.
"Bitch looks like he's getting the idea," Jared said.
"Great," Jesse gasped in between his thrusts. "Not that it'll do him any good. I can fuck for hours."
`Hours!' Joe thought, but the Collar poked at his brain, and the hero realized that Jesse was right to fuck-torture him as long as he wanted—the longer the better. Joe needed (and wanted) for the lesson to be driven home over-- And over-- And over.
In the ensuing eternity of fucking damnation, Joe realized something.
Oh, damn, there were three Trigon Boys! Nine cocks had fucked him singly nine times. And two at a time, they'd fucked him six. Did that mean that they'd three-dick rape him two more times?! Cum didn't shoot from the blond's dick then, but a stream of clear whitish pre-orgasmic goo leaked out in time to Jacob's wild pounding, and he whimpered.
"Lookit, Jacob," Jared said. "You ever see anything so pathetic?"
"No," Jesse said "Usually they're dead long before I get one to this level. But, if he's leaking his precum, then I suppose he's learned the lesson. I guess I can let go now."
The tall demon went into overdrive, howled, and a triple explosion of blood red cum flooded (and overflowed) the blond hero's cunt. Joe's eyes rolled back in his head, and he passed out—with a shit-eating grimace on his face.
"Well, I never..." Jacob said.
Jacob pulled his dicks out of the well-fucked hole and wiped them clean.
"That was intense, for both of us. Look at him."
Jacob squeezed Joe's balls, a full blast of white human jizz shot into the air.
"Argh!" the unconscious hero groaned.
"He came?" Jared said in surprise.
"Clearly. I wonder if the other two will manage that too?" Jesse said.
"I can hardly wait to shove my three monsters into that Nightwing character and find out," Jared said.
"Give the other two a few hours to stew from listening to Joe here," Jesse said, "Then we can start in on them.
"Before we get done with phase three, though, we need to put hour heads together and think of what we can come up with for phase four," Jesse said.
"Phase four. Noone's ever gotten to level four," Jacob said.
"Survived, you mean," Jared said, "So we need to come up with some truly excruciating punishments we can inflict."
And together the Trigon Boys made away, leaving Joe sprawled on his back on the red cum-stained mattress, alone, in the dark.