Date: Thu, 14 Dec 2023 18:43:38 -0500 From: Evan Andrews Subject: Green Arrow Gets Deathstroked chapter 7 -- celebrity Green Arrow Gets Deathstroked Chapter 7: Released... And Caught At It Evan Andrews 2023 This is a fan fiction. The characters in this story are based on characters belonging to and 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. This story exists outside of any DC continuity I'm familiar with. This story should in no way be considered a true representation of the true sexuality of any of the original characters. The story depicts males in sexual situations with other males. If that offends you, if you are underage, or if reading such is illegal where you are please stop reading now. Thank you. If you enjoy this story, or even if you hate it, please contribute to keeping Nifty going at http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Ollie, Roy, and Connor woke hours later--still naked and huddled up in a puppy pile--in Slade's empty sex dungeon. Empty but for three spent heroes, three pairs of designer briefs, and a video screen and a player. "Do we even want to watch it?" Roy asked. "Yeah, who knows how much Slade recorded of... well, you know," Connor said. Ollie, shook his head. "I don't think we can afford not to," he said. After pressing the play button, Team Arrow watched as the screen came to life, and Slade's wickedly handsome face filled the screen. "Good morning, boys," the assassin said, "While you were out I laparoscopically implanted with a cunningly bioengineered gland into your bodies. That gland will do nothing but produce an embarrassingly effective dose of Haradonu every third day. Don't worry. Your bodies won't reject your new little friend, and believe me that getting it out will be next to impossible. It'll fail in the course of time, but for your foreseeable future, all three of you will be driven into a frenzy of pathetic sexual need every third day. On that day, you'll need two doses (at least) of sperm shot into your mouths or asses in order to cum and break the hold of the drug for that day. How you manage to get that sperm is up to you, of course, but I imagine you'll probably want to keep things quiet. I considerately staggered the specific day each of you will fall prey to the Haradonu, so the obvious solution may be the best. That means that you'll all be having a three-way once a day every day—as I said, for the foreseeable future. Incidentally, I'm also leaving you a recording of our little play sessions. (And of course my buddies and I have our own copies.) Consider it—inspiration. Oh, and a threat. Fuck on, boys." The recording ended, and the screen transitioned into static. "Damn," Connor said as Ollie shut the player down and ejected the recording. "Does this mean I won't be able to get away from Roy and his mouth?" "Trust me," Roy said, prophetically, "This mouth may be your favorite thing in the world in a day or two." @@@@@@ Connor, as the redheaded archer swallowed his shaft a few days later, realized how much he hated it when Roy was right. @@@@@@ Jason Todd, the occasionally erratic hero known as the Red Hood, was following up on a report of strange noises coming from a secluded (as in hard to get to) glade in the Arboretum. Moving with a silence that had served him well in all his careers, sordid and otherwise, he swung in, crept up, and stopped in the shadows in the branches of a tree, open-mouthed in surprise at what he saw. His sometimes fuck-buddy Roy stood moaning as his team brother, Connor, sucked away frantically on the redhead's hard dick. Interesting. Roy's face when he was having sex was always inspiring, and Jason, inspired, quietly released his own woodie. Fuck! Roy was hot. (But he always was when he got his dick sucked.) At the blond Connor's other end, his father—His father!–was slowly but intently plowing the young man's mudhole. Double fuck! Incest on the hoof. And Connor had a hand wrapped around his own piece, flogging it for all he was worth. Triple fuck! Jason began to stroke his erection in earnest. This incredible scene was hot beyond the dreams of pornographers worldwide. Jason of course knew from personal experience that Roy went both ways. On the other hand, Ollie's reputation (current evidence to the contrary notwithstanding) as a ladies' man was well attested. But Connor—all Jason had ever heard about Ollie's biological son was that he was Ollie and Roy's exact opposite when it came to sexuality. The hot blond was celibate to the point that some believed him asexual. Jerking his gherkin, Jason watched as the two tops seeded the gorgeous blond stud. "Fuck, yeah!" Roy groaned as he fed Connor a flood of sperm. "That load's for you, Con!" Ollie simply grunted as ropes of his swimmers shot into Connor's cunt. "So fucking good!" Neither man, though, Jason noted, had stopped fucking their teammate. "Okay, Connor," Ollie said, "You've got our loads. You can cum now." `Say what?' Jason thought, but he stayed put and watched as, filled with two loads and still being spit-roasted, the blond milked out an impressive load of his own. Team Arrow took a few minutes to recover, before shoving their tools back into their tights. (Stains be damned apparently.) "Same time tomorrow?" Roy asked. Both Ollie and Connor nodded and disappeared into the woods leaving Roy all alone. "I wonder," Roy said out loud to himself, "What Jason would think of this? Should I tell him?" The redheaded archer checked that his costume and weaponry were all in place and looked up—almost at where Jason was crouched. "Nah, I suppose not. It's not just my secret," Roy said, and he followed his partners into the undergrowth. Jason shut his eyes and imagined the look on Roy's face as Connor blew him, the look on Ollie's as he bred his flesh and blood. Hard cock leapt in his fist, and he blew his wad into the bushes below. `Mmmm," Jason thought as he licked the stray cum off his gloved hand, `Same time tomorrow, you say? It's a date, Roy.' @@@@@ For the two following nights, Jason perched in his new favorite tree, watching and jerking off as first Roy and then Ollie played the part of Lucky Pierre in a Team Arrow spit roasting. The dark former Robin knew what Roy would look like when he got fucked since he had seen the same face many times when Roy perched on top of him, riding cock, or when Jason was on top, plowing him some outlaw ass. Ollie, on the other hand, was a revelation. Though he was clearly getting off on taking cock at both ends, it was like he was embarrassed to be caught between two next generation hero cocks, especially as he was then sucking off his son Connor. When Team Arrow, on that third night, had all cum and headed out (in different directions), Jason, the outlaw, wondered what he should do with this intel. A subtle rivalry had existed between Team Arrow and the Bat Family for so long that Jason really had no idea what had started it. Would Bruce expose Ollie and his boys? Would he blackmail them? Or was there any chance that he'd want to join in, or even take control? You could never tell with Bruce. @@@@@ "What are you talking about, Jason?" Bruce Wayne, clad in his Batman suit (less cowl) and using his Batman voice, said. "Exactly what I said," Jason said. "I've got some dirt on your friend Oliver Queen that you might be able to profit from." "Profit?" Tim Drake, Red Robin, said. "Profit," Bruce spat. "We're above things like blackmail, Jason." "Who said anything about blackmail?" Jason demanded. (Well, there was one possibility down.) "Then what...?" Tim started. "Come with me tomorrow night, and you'll see." Jason said. Bruce looked his sort-of protégé in the eyes and studied the young man. "Alright," the Dark Knight said at last. "Tomorrow night. What time and where?" Meet me at the Arboretum, the Green, about an hour after midnight. Okay?" "Sure," Tim said. "I can do that." "This had better be good, Red Hood" Bruce growled. "Trust me, Bat Daddy" Jason said. @@@@@ The next night, the three members of the Bat Family stood, hidden in the shadows below Jason's favorite perch, watching as the three members of Team Arrow came together and fell into a three-way kiss. All three had hardons pressing their tights out, but Connor was clearly the most desperate. "Please!" Connor moaned. "It came on early, and I've had to spend the whole day covering up my erection!" Ollie and Roy, with more kissing and licking, stripped Connor naked. The blond boy's hard cock was already slimy with his need. ["Fuck!" Tim whispered. "Language, Red Robin," Bruce said.] "I forget, Ollie," Roy said. "Which one of us gets to pound his ass tonight?" Ollie just shot Roy one of those looks and turned Connor so his alluring butt was towards daddy. "Yeah," Roy laughed, "I thought that's how you'd be. Someday you're going to have to share that ass, you do realize that, right?" Both top heroes worked their own hard dicks free of their restrictive tights, whereupon Ollie filled Connor anally and was reward with a groan of satisfaction as daddy started plugging away. "Ah! Ah! Aghhhhhh!" Roy took advantage of Connor's open mouth and plunged into his throat. "Gugh!" Connor gagged. "Gugh! Gugh!" @@@@@ "See," Jason said to his Dark Knight mentor. "Hot stuff isn't it?" Jason already had his hard cock out while Tim was rubbing away at the mound in his tights. Bruce had a tent in his trunks caused by his 10 inch member filling out, but he stood motionless, watching the action in the glade intently. "Yes," Bruce said. "I see." "They've been meeting here every night, with a different stud in the middle each time. The youngsters," Jason said this oblivious to the fact that to Bruce he too was a youngster, "Are taking it in stride, but Ollie's stressed out. It's like he's being forced to have hot man-sex, even though he clearly gets off on it." "Perhaps he is," Bruce said. "There's only one way to find out." "What?" said Tim. Did Bruce mean... @@@@@ "Is this a private party?" the Caped Crusader said as he stepped out of the shadows. "Or can anyone join in?" Ollie's head whipped around, and his jaw dropped when he saw Bruce walk into the clearing. "You!" the Emerald Archer said. "How did you...?" "Does it matter, old friend," Bruce asked. "Then what...?" Bruce stepped up alongside Ollie (who had not for a second stopped fucking his son's ass) and laid a hand on the archer's curvaceous butt. "Like I said," Bruce said, "Is this a private party?" The Dark Knight dropped the waist band of his black trunks and let 10 inches of hero-cock flop out—or rather spring up, because Bruce's woodie slapped against his taunt belly with an audible smack. Ollie could only stare, and unconsciously he reached out towards the bat-shaft, wrapping his fingers around its girth. "Fuck, Bruce," Ollie breathed. "Well, fuck is what I had in mind," Bruce said. "More or less." ["So much for language," Jason whispered to Tim.] Pulling out a vial from his utility belt, the Caped Crusader oiled up his rod and stepped behind Ollie. On the other side of young Connor, Roy was now greasing up Jason's pole. Tim on the other hand had crawled underneath the doubly violated blond stud to apply his lips to the boy's 7+ inches. "Fuck!" Ollie almost cried when Bruce slid into the archer's muscular ass. "Fuck!" "Oliver," Bruce gently taunted. "I expected you'd be tighter. Maybe you can tell us the story of why you aren't--after we drop our loads?" "Oh yeah," Ollie gasped as his sphincter squeezed on the batcock, "Anything you want, Bruce. Just fuck me!" If Team Arrow's previous three-ways had been worth the peeping Tomfoolery, the sight of six heroes going at it (and each other) was doubly so. Bruce fucked Ollie fucked Connor sucked Roy fucked by Jason—with cock-sucking Tim underneath to put the cherry... `No,' Jason corrected himself, `There are no cherries in this sex train.' "Fuck me, Jase," Roy gasped as his outlaw buddy ran fuck-meat over his prostate. "Make me cum so that Connor can get off!" "Can get off?" Bruce said in Ollie's ear. "Yeah," Ollie moaned as he rotated his ass on Bruce's shaft. "It... it's a long story, but Connor needs to take two loads before he can cum himself." "Take...?" Tim said from somewhere south of Ollie's well-fucked man-child. "Yeah," Roy groaned. "And so do Ollie and me, every third day." "That..." Tim started, but Bruce cut him off. "We can do question and answer time later, Tim," Bruce gasped as he screwed. "Right now we need to help our friends with their dilemma." That said, the Dark Knight started slamming Ollie's ass, breeding him hard and deep and forcing Ollie's shaft deeper inside his son. Jason followed mere seconds later, hard-fucking his outlaw buddy for all he was worth. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" Ollie cried, and his cries became plaintive when Tim crawled out and went to town on the archer's erect nipples. It couldn't last long, though, and it didn't. Slammed back into memories of Slade's wickedly creative rape session, Ollie's body rushed towards release. Perversely, though, Roy once again got in the first word. "Fuck yeah, Jase!" Roy gasped. "I'm cumming!" Jason felt his buddy's sphincter clutch at his shaft and release. Clutch and release. Once for every blast the redhead archer was firing down his team brother's gullet. But if Roy got the first word, Ollie got the loudest. "Yeah, Connor! Daddy's filling your hot butt with sperm! Take it, you sweet boy!" Like Roy, the Emerald Archer's body shuddered as his balls blasted out wad after wad, his ass all but fellating the batdick. "Yes!" Ollie moaned. "Our turn now," Bruce said, pulling Ollie out of Connor's butt and pushing him aside. Bruce took over for Ollie and Jason (who was later joined by Tim) for Roy. Ollie and Roy just looked on, aghast (and yet turned on to hell and back) as Connor gave up his body to another trio of men to use and fill. "Fuck," Roy said as he stepped up beside Ollie and took hold of the archer's cock. Ollie followed suit, and the pair worked each other's dicks over as the Bat Family got closer and closer to seeding their partner. "Get ready, Connor. I'm cumming!" Jason said, and he unloaded—partly down Connor's throat, but also reserving a generous amount for the boy's mouth. Tim followed suit immediately. He'd always had a thing for Jason's dick, and feeling it pulsing alongside his own was more than he could take. "Fuck, cumming!" the youngest Robin stud gasped and fed the blond his third oral seeding. Bruce took over now and, pulling Connor with him, fell to his knees where he started thrusting up into the young hero's bitch-hole. "Ride me," Bruce ordered in that just-do-it attitude he had. "Ride my fat dick, Connor! Make me cum, boy!" Whining, Connor slammed himself up and down on Bruce's legendary fuck-meat, driving not just the Batman but himself as well towards a well-deserved orgasm. "Ollie," Bruce ordered again, "You and Roy get down here and go to work on this bitch's cock. I want to see you wearing his sperm on your faces when he finally blows!" Connor rode bat-cock; Bruce thrust into archer-cunt; and Ollie and Roy applied now-eager lips and tongues to Connor's balls and boner. Bruce shot an arch smile at Jason, who understood that he'd done the right thing in reporting to his former mentor—especially when Bruce grunted and his cock released deep inside the young hero. Having had no warning, the blond bombshell screamed as Bruce's hot sperm scalded his guts, and he immediately blasted off his own fountain of cum as well. The boy's white goo flew up into the air and landed, as Bruce had directed, onto the grinning faces of the rest of Team Arrow. Connor collapsed back against Bruce's sweaty chest, and Ollie and Roy looked up the blond's heaving body to see that he was alright before kissing and licking his hot cum off their faces. Team Arrow collapsed into a pile as the Bat Family tucked their cocks away. "So, Ollie," Bruce said, "Same time tomorrow? `Fuck,' Ollie thought, but his shaft got hard again and spared him saying the words.