The New Teen Titans Get Bug-Bombed Chapter eight: To the Rescue Evan Andrews 2024
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Dick had no idea how many days (or weeks?) he, his teammates, and their onetime mentors had endured Bug Bomb's dungeon of depravity. The young hero was so brainwashed, so invested in the program that had him supplying the Hive with that special nutritional supplement found in his ball juice, however, that he pathetically thanked heaven for every minute of it. Several times a day, the Hive milked Dick for his sperm (to enhance the new strain of soldier bugs). Furthermore, to encourage him (and his fellow cum-cows) in the endeavor, hot mature (familiar) men used their big dicks to work him (them) inside as the nanny bugs worked the outside.
Rescue? That was a laugh. The Titans' team leader had given up hope of rescue when no further heroes joined Bug Bomb's core of fuck-slaves.
Oh ye of little faith, as some of Dick's friends might have said. Naturally the right heroes had to be found, and they had to attack in the right way—
--At the right time.
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This milking session, Ollie's driver bug had wandered his hot blond muscle over to Dick's end of the milking chamber. There, as the nanny bugs did their work, the hero-slave busied himself with finger fucking Dick and Roy at the same time
"Oh fuck, Arrow!" Dick cried, "Fuck your fingers! I want cock!"
"Don't do it, Ollie!" Roy panted. "That archer dick belongs to ME!"
Though Ollie's face remained impassive, he pulled his fingers out of Dick's butt and stepped over to the dark beauty.
"Ollie, how could you?!" Roy whined, but he winced as the archer-slave pulled his fingers out and squeezed Roy's nuts HARD.
"Argh!" Roy screamed, but he took the hint and stopped protesting.
The once haughty bowman slid his meat into Dick's by-now willing ass and stared down at him with blank eyes of the bug-driven
"Fuck me," Dick begged. "Fuck me hard!"
Ollie looked at the middle fingers of both hands and reached out towards Roy's and Garth's butt-puckers. Garth who had been making do with just the nanny bug's ministrations now gasped as he was penetrated. Roy just sighed when Ollie's fingers spread his sphincter and headed for his love-nut. If a finger fucking was the best he could hope for, he'd have to make do.
"Yes, Arrow," Garth moaned in satisfaction. The sea-hero did his best to wriggle on the digital intrusion, but as always, the young hero was not the one in control.
"Thank you, Ollie," Roy gasped when his mentor started to work on his most sensitive interior zones. "Thank you for fingerfucking me!"
Faced with the inevitable, Dick mused, Roy had always been good at rolling with the punches.
Bug Bomb and his remaining fuck-slaves, in the meanwhile, were egging the other four Titans on. Bruce was on a serious bender (or pounder) in Gar's ass, treating the shapeshifter to the delights that a cock almost as big as the boy's own could bring. Arthur laid claim to Power Boy's cunt, at the same time, and Bog Bomb himself was finally availing himself of a penile survey of Lagoon Boy's ass. Miguel looked to one side and then the other, clearly wondering why his ass was being spared (or denied depending on which end of the fuck-down you were one).
"Aquaman," the hive king said, after a few minutes, "I think we need to double up on this last cow's ass, don't you agree?"
Bug Bomb slid a couple of fingers into the young hero's hole. Arthur, of course said nothing, but he too reached out towards Miguel's ass. With no fanfare, he joined their villainous master, adding a couple of more fingers in the penetration of the teen's body.
"Aiiiiyiieeee!" Miguel screamed. "Yes!!!!!!"
The two "encouragers" delved into the hero boy's guts, shifting off, one going in while the other pulled out.
"Fuck!"
The Titans on either side could only watch, moaning through their own violations, as their buddy got opened up and his prostate manipulated into hastening his creaming.
Suddenly, Bug Bomb's head came up and he looked, wild-eyed, around himself.
"The outer halls?" he demanded of the air. "Yes, my queen. Seal the Hive and evacuate. We'll hold them off here as long as we can."
The nanny bugs immediately pulled their sounds from the Titan boys' urethras (to their cries of dismay). Several more tumbled from the ceiling, so there were five on each cum-stud and fuck-slave. The new nannies headed for predetermined targets: two on the nipples, one on each testicle. Meanwhile, the bug that had been thrumming them towards orgasm went still. At a wordless command, all five bugs ran their stingers into the heroes' flesh, increasing the sensitivity and driving them into a sex-frenzy like they'd never felt. Their mission accomplished, the nannies spread their wings and flew away—the first time any of the boys had seen them fly. Meanwhile Bug Bomb pulled on his onyx black skinsuit.
"I'm sorry, my lovelies," The villain said as he pulled on his boots and cowl, "It seems our little interlude, pleasant as it has been, must come to an end. My last command to you all is to remember your purpose here. Fuck and cum. Got that?"
"Fuck and cum," Gar whined, and the bug venom took control of his mind and body. With the nanny bug's probe gone, his overactive balls demanded release.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Power Boy and Miguel panted, and Dick and his oldest hero buddies, in counterpoint cried out, "Cum! Cum! Cum!"
Bruce, Ollie, and Arthur were silent, but their chests heaved, their cocks leaked gallons of precum, and the tenseness of their muscles showed they were ready to launch into fucking action the minute they had control of their bodies again.
A flood of worker bugs surged out of everywhere, even dropping from the ceiling, and began quickly dissolving the material that had held the Titan boys captive for so long—at the same time tearing away whatever was left of their costumes leaving them as buck-ass naked as Bruce, Ollie, and Arthur were.
The driver bugs pulled their probes out of the older heroes' necks and flew away as well, leaving their puppets "free" to act on their own for the first time in forever.
"Fuck," Ollie mumbled. The archer was coming back to himself, but thanks to the venom coursing through his veins Bug Bomb's final order was foremost in his thoughts. And his balls, of course, were overriding every other thought. His cock was seeing for him, and he took a faltering step towards his former ward.
"Cum," Roy said as he clambered, stiffly off his slab. The ginger archer fell to his knees at Ollie's feet and swallowed the blond's cock to the bone.
"Fuck and cum," the other heroes chanted, and they too fell upon one another's horned-up bodies.
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Minutes later, the cavalry arrived.
Midnighter (in his all black gosh-is-that-Batman gear) and his lover, Apollo (in dazzling white and glowing on top of that) led the charge. Cyborg (in his silvery half-suit), the Martian Manhunter (in red and blue), and Superboy (in—well, we know what Superboy wears) brought up the rear. (Superman was off planet and the moment). The impromptu rescue party burst into the miking chamber like the horsemen of vengeance--before pulling up short.
This line-up had been chosen for their enhanced or simply non-human metabolisms. The same way they were not subject to most Earth diseases, it had been determined that they'd be immune to both Bug Bomb's gas attack and his bugs' venom. But nothing could have prepared them for what they found. Instead of a crazoid second-tier villain, the rescue party was met with sight of a fully-fledged super-orgy in progress.
Midnighter, first through the door, had long harbored a yearning for Nightwing's ass—currently waving about in the air as he and Aqualad sixty-nined, sucking cock like professionals. Midnighter grabbed at the hardon that suddenly tented his pants and shot a glance at Apollo. His lover was no less moved by what he was seeing. Hard dick pushed out leaving a tell-tale bulge in the white bodysuit.
"Midnighter..." Apollo started, but the response he got was being pulled into a passionate kiss.
"Mmmm," the blond vision mumbled. When the kiss finally broke, Apollo said, "What do we do now?"
Cyborg, Martian Manhunter, and Superboy were looking to the merc for direction, too, just as bewildered as his lover was. Midnighter turned back to the all-in orgy and pondered.
Batman knelt behind Green Arrow, fucking him deep. Aqualad had left Nightwing and, gathering up Lagoon Boy, was busy spit roasting Aquaman. An enthusiastic Son of Vulcan was power fucking Power Boy, also doggie style. Arsenal, having had Arrow stolen away, now lay on the floor, reclaiming his mentor's cock, sucking the nine and a half inches as well as he could. In the beginning, the fellating archer boy'd been jerking off like a monkey, but now Gar had claimed his shaft and was riding it for all he was worth. Nightwing lay alongside Batman and the Green Arrow, watching the Dark's Knight's shaft drilling in an out of the playboy's cunt and beating off like a bandit as he did so.
"Oh fuck, Arsenal!" the green kid cried in joy. "I love your dick! Oh fuck, I just love dick! Period!"
`You and me both, kid,' Midnighter thought, but first things first
"What's the sitch?" the artificial merc said into his comm.
From the other end, came the measured hubbub of a well-run operation.
"Hive secured, Midnighter. No sign of Bug Bomb or anything that looked like it might be a hive queen. Just tons of bugs, until we got to the royal chamber. There we met heavy resistance from something we hadn't expected. The soldiers we knew about had been replaced by a new strain. Bigger, faster, tougher, stronger. But they're all in retreat now."
"They're in retreat because they covering the king and queen's escape. Oh well. You secure the complex. We'll deal with the hero hostages."
"You found them?"
Midnighter glanced back at the entwined male bodies.
"Oh yeah, we found them alright."
"And are they all okay?
"Let's say that they're as well as can reasonably be expected. Get on with your end of the mission, and don't worry about us. Resolving the hostage situation will be—uh, a little touchy. Out."
Looking at his crew, the merc said, "Okay, whatever Bug Bomb did to this lot, they're probably going to be at it for a while." He smiled and added, "We might as well make the most of it, I say."
Pulling his costume open, Midnighter led his lover into the fray. Presently Nightwing was on all fours giving up his fat ass to Midnighter and his pretty mouth to Apollo.
The rest of the rescue party shrugged and themselves waded into orgy to join in the fucking. Cyborg pulled his little buddy, Beast Boy off Arsenal's dick and hoisted him into the air, facing him. The green teen, gasping, slid down the big Black cock but switched from gasping to screaming when Martian Manhunter joined the fray, DPing the shapeshifter. Superboy pushed Son of Vulcan down on Power Boy's back and proceeded to turn their coupling into a sex-train. And so it went—for hours.
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When it was over, and the rescue party snuck them out of the remains of the Hive, the former captives (especially the three senior heroes) were just too embarrassed to supply details (beyond their official debriefing). As the drugs cleared their systems, it turned out they remembered pretty much every humiliating moment of their servitude. Every forced orgasm. Every anal (and oral) violation. And worst of all they remembered not being able (or later, wanting) to resist the siren call of the insidious project and their last order.
As the Titan boys left JLA headquarters to head back to Titans Tower, Dick found himself staring at Roy's ass—fuck he was staring at all their asses. The Titans' leader was afraid the effect of the Hive's venom might have been cumulative, and that their hot and heavy incarceration and introduction to the dungeon scene, especially to taking cock coming and going, had left its mark. (They also found out that their reduction to cum-slave milkers had lasted for weeks, not days, so that made some sense.)
The dark stud's cock filled out again, and Dick, rubbing his bulge surreptitiously, had a suspicion that he and his buddies would all be finding their ways into each other's rooms (and beds) for the foreseeable future—that assuming they didn't just commandeer the boy's gym as an erotic free for all zone. (Kory would just have to deal with it.)
Dick's hot cock leaked a little precum, staining the fabric of the anonymous spandex the JLA had loaned them. The scent made its way to the young hero's nostrils, and Gar's head suddenly whipped round in his direction.
God,' Dick thought, I hope there're no photographers out there.'
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WHAT AN ADVENTURE! OUR BOYS ARE SAFE, AND I GUESS THAT'S WHAT'S IMPORTANT. AND BUG BOMB'S GONE FOR GOOD—OR IS HE? Join us next week, same Titan Time same Titan Channel, to see what new adventure awaits our brave lads!