Date: Wed, 14 Apr 2021 18:48:35 -0400
From: Ian Engle
Subject: The New Teen Titans vs the Italian Stallion chapter 1 - celebrity

The New Teen Titans vs. the Italian Stallion
Chapter One: Best and Brightest
Evan Andrews
2021

The following story is a work of fan fiction set in the New Teen Titans era
in a continuity long since superseded.

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.

The story depicts males in sexual situations, mostly with other males. If
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Dick Grayson, Robin the Boy Wonder, expert detective and leader of the Teen
Titans, looked down at the man's hand that was cupping the full pouch of
his trademark green trunks. This is not what he expected when the Titans
had answered the Commissioner's call.


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"So that's it," the Commissioner said, "Joey Martel, the singer, is
missing."

"You mean missing as in `wandering vaguely all about quite of his own
accord' or missing as in `kidnapped'?" Robin said.

The Boy Wonder hadn't asked who Joey Martel was. Barely a week went by
without one or more of the crooning Martel Brothers, pop idols and
heartthrobs of millions of rabid teenage girls, staring at you from the
cover of some tabloid or gossip magazine. Joey was the sultry middle
brother, and even Raven was mesmerized by his eyes.

"Well, there was no sign of a struggle."

"So..."

"But there was a note," the Commissioners said as he spread a sheet of
paper next to Joey's headshot on the desk.

"We'll take yr best & brightest," the note declared in letter cut-out of
gossip rags. Classic and trite. Robin's mind was already analyzing it.

"Kind of cryptic," Roy Harper, Speedy, weapons specialist and one of
Robin's oldest friends, said.

Robin was inclined to agree; there certainly wasn't enough there to base an
investigation on.

"Did CSI turn up anything?" Gar Logan, the Changeling, shapeshifter and
smartass in residence, asked. The Titans' own Martel Brothers fanboy,
Changeling he looked concerned.

"Only an unusually high level of human pheromones."

Robin and Speedy looked at one another and exchanged a knowing nod.

"Okay, Commissioner," Robins said, "Consider us on the case."


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The man's hand was working wonders on a certain part of Robin's anatomy,
and the Boy Wonder was starting to groove on it. If Robin could have called
up any of Batman's training he might have been able to put up a struggle,
but, fuck, right now resisting was the last thing on his mind. The fit
young hero pushed his ass back against the parapet, forcing his crotch
forward, propped himself up with his hands, and let his head fall back with
a sigh.

"Mmmmmm."


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The four teen heroes parked their motorcycles and looked up at the typical
old, abandoned warehouse. As Robin had thought earlier, trite.

"You're sure the scent trail leads here?" Robin asked Changeling (currently
in bloodhound mode) in the sidecar.

"Clear as if they'd been dropping neon breadcrumbs that sang `The bad guys
went this way'," Changeling said, shifting back to human form.

It was a mark of the boy's concern that he was taking this seriously and
not pulling a Rooby-Dooby Doo act on them.

"But no whiff of Joey Martel?" Speedy said, "I mean that is why you snagged
a pair of his briefs from the apartment when we checked it out, right? To
trail him with?"

Changeling blushed, his green skin darkening.

"Uh, yeah. Naturally," he stammered, "But whatever scent he might have left
is being overpowered by the pheromones."

Joe Wilson, Jericho, mentalist and man with a tragic past, spared a "Yeah,
what about that?" look at Robin.

"Okay, yeah, well, a few years back Speedy and I—"

"And Batman and Green Arrow," Speedy smiled, "They kind of helped."

"Yeah, well, we tangled with a villainess with delusions of grandeur named
Passion Kitten--"

"And her sidekick Eager Beaver," Speedy added.

"Yeah, well, Passion Kitten has these pheromone powers that can reduce the
strongest man to love slave with just a sniff," Robin said, conveniently
forgetting which of their team had succumbed to the villainess' chemical
wiles.

"The fiend!" Changeling said with feeling, "And you think she used those on
Joey?!"

"Looks like it," Robin said.

"Except I thought she was still in prison," Speedy mused, "In a specially
air conditioned cell."

"She must have been released," Robin said. "Or gotten herself released,
because this caper literally stinks of her style."

"So, how can we face her" Changeling said, "Without turning into love
slaves or whatever."

"We just need to wear masks over our mouths and noses," Speedy said, "Easy,
right?"

"And luckily I was able to get hold of the masks we used when we faced her
last time," Robin said, holding up four air-filtering masks. Good thing he
still had access to the Batcave and its equipment lockers.

"Then what are we waiting for?!" Changeling said, as Robin handed out the
masks.

"Okay," Robin said, "Here's the plan. Let's split up. You three take a
floor each -- Jericho ground floor, Changeling the second, and Speedy the
third -- and see what you can find. I'll head for the roof and meet you on
the way down."

Robin had bat-climbed up to the roof and was looking around for clues when
he was surprised by a whizzing sound and a sudden stinging pain in his
ass. He whirled, groped for his iconic ass, and came away with a dart.

"What the..." Robin started, but he got no further.

A languid feeling spread through Robin's muscles, and his mind got fuzzy,
like he was thinking through cotton wool. That was when the shirtless man
made his entrance, stepping out of hiding. Leather pants clung to the man's
muscular thighs, and pert nipples rode proudly on his perfect pecs. Tousled
dark hair, a wicked goatee, and perfect teeth completed the ensemble.

"Italian ... Stallion," Robin mumbled through his mask.

The Italian Stallion, Rocky to his friends, had been Passion Kitten's third
banana.

Stallion simply smiled, "Nice to be remembered."

"What ... done ... me?" Robin had to force out the words.

"Oh, just a light dose of a tranquillizer. It's temporarily taking the edge
off your reflexes without actually knocking you out," Stallion chuckled as
he advanced on his victim. "I don't want you missing a single moment of
what comes next. And speaking of missing..."

He reached up and pulled Robin's filter mask up over his head.

"There. That's better. Now take a deep breath, and let's get better
acquainted."

Robin never realized Stallion had had pheromone powers too. All Passion
Kitten's henchmen had been dressed like Chippendales, so the Boy Wonder had
just assumed... Looked like he was wrong. Stallion's hand had made contact
then, and Robin fell under his pheromonal spell.

"That drug on the dart only lasts a few minutes, but once we get you under
control everything will go swimmingly," Stallion said as he continued
massaging Robin's sex. "At first level you'll just feel calm, as if the
situation is totally under your control, no reason for you to panic at
all."

Robin found that he was calm when he certainly shouldn't have
been. Stallion's insidious biochemical cocktail had ensnare him. Robin was
mostly straight-arrow kind of guy – unless you counted some teenage
experimentation with Kid Flash, Speedy and Aqualad, which he didn't –
but now he felt the need to look Stallion in the face. Such a face it was,
sensual and compassionate all in one package.  As he stared into Stallion's
deep eyes with their come-hither leer, Robin found himself fascinated by
what he saw. Then the young hero looked further afield. Stallion still had
the physique he remembered, muscled and defined. The swagger was as natural
to the villain stud as was his easy machismo. And for some reason Robin was
fine with that. He let Stallion continue to grope him, reveling in how it
felt to be manipulated this way.

Stallion smiled as he ran fingers from his left hand along the length of
Robin's chiseled jawline, and the Boy Wonder het his smile with one of his
own.

"Hmm," Stallion said, "I hear tell you've got 9 inches packed away down
here. Nice." Then he leaned in and whispered in Robin's ear, "I hang 9 ½
myself, in case you were interested."

Robin gasped at the brazen claim and shifted his hips. God, even that felt
good.

"Ah!" Stallion said, "And I think you are. This is going to be such fun."

"Fun," Robin mumbled as the Stallion licked his ear. "Where ... Joey
... Martel?"

"Joey?" Stallion smiled, "Oh, he was fine last time I saw him. So were his
brothers. They were all kicked back in a rather exclusive strip club in the
red-light district. You see, Mister Boy Detective, they're not in any
danger, and they never were-- at least not from me. Far from it. Who do you
think hired me to capture you and your friends in the first place?"

"Hired."

It wasn't a question, so Stallion ignored it in favor of continuing his
exploration of Robin's tight young body. Serenely calm, the Boy Wonder
found himself enjoying the sensations. Stallion was going out of his way to
make Robin feel good, and the young hero could feel his balls
churning. Maybe, if it had been a girl like Starfire, felling him up, he
might have been rock hard by now. Instead, he simply felt a growing
thankfulness that this exquisite man had decided to have his way with him.

You like looking at me?" Stallion asked, "You enjoy my attention? That's
the second level, fascination. The third level is submission. I wonder. Are
you close to level three, Boy Wonder? Do you find yourself wanting to
submit to me? To please me with your obedience?"

Robin had to admit did. If he hadn't been so calm he might have been
worried. But if Stallion got pleasure out of feeling him up (and clearly he
was enjoying his work), and if the sultry villain was getting his jollies
too, then Robin was down with it. Stallion took advantage of Robin's state,
running his hands all over the Boy Wonder's fit body and discovering every
erogenous zone the young hero possessed.

"What a beautiful ass," Stallion said as he ran a hand over Robin's
muscular rump and slapped the hero's butt with his right hand.

Robin gasped, and his trunks suddenly showed a small stain of precum from
the tip of his dick.

"Yeah," Stallion smacking Robin's ass again, closely watching Robin's
unexpected response, "I can see why the Martels are so eager to get their
hot little hands on these acres and acres of sexy hero. Okay. I suppose we
should get you out of here and back to the stable so we can start training
you up, but first, you need the right gear."

From somewhere, Stallion produced a leather head harness with a collar and
bit gag. He slipped it over Robin's head like a bridle and buckled it in
place, making sure that the bit was properly placed between Robin's perfect
teeth and that the collar was tight but not too much so. Between the feel
of the leather straps on his skin and the taste of the leather-encased bit
between his teeth, Robin was at peace with his outfitting. Stallion wanted
it, and what he wanted so did Robin.

"There. Now you look like the proper boy for Stallion's stable," the
villain said. "Let's go pick up your buddies."

Stallion fastened a lead to Robin's collar and led his otherwise
unrestrained captive away.

Down in the warehouse they found the other three Titans, one per floor just
as Robin had assigned them, each hero standing calmly where Stallion's dart
traps had hit them. Speedy stared vacantly around the third floor, and if
the archer was shocked to see Robin in fetish gear being led around by a
supervillain, his face didn't show it. If anything he looked
intrigued. Stallion took away Speedy's filter mask and proceeded to work
his pheromonal wiles on the ginger stud as well. This time Stallion left
out all the explanations he'd given Robin and just toyed with the redhead's
body until the young hero was ready and eager to be fit with his own head
harness and join the herd.

On the second floor, they found Changeling, and Robin was interested by the
surprised look that came to Stallion's face as he felt up the
shapeshifter. Stallion had no way of knowing that Changeling, the youngest
and smallest of their crew, was hung like a proverbial horse, but now that
he did the villain was grinning from ear to ear. He was actually chuckling
as he fit the harness on the tame Changeling's head.

"I'm not going to use a leather bit on you, my boy. I think it would be
more fitting to gag you with..." and the villain produced the pair of
Joey's briefs that Changeling had absconded with. From the look on
Changeling's face – and from the distinct precum stain on his tights
– he had been thinking of something like this for a while now. Normally
that have made Robin wonder about his friend's orientation but given the
circumstances he just thought how nice Stallion was being to his boys. So
considerate.

Jericho was the last to be scooped up, and Stallion showed he had
definitely done at least some homework. After wrapping his other captives'
leads around a pipe and saying "Stay here", the villain shut off the lights
for the floor and went in with night-vision goggles to retrieve his final
mark. The boys had to rely on their imaginations to guess from the
intriguing sounds coming out of the darkness what exactly Stallion was
doing to the handsome blond mentalist's delectable physique. Robin
approached it forensically and clinically, Speedy professionally (He and
Robin never talked about his time on the streets as a druggie rent boy, but
it was something they both knew), but Changeling... Dammit if Changeling's
precum stain wasn't growing even larger as his dick juices ran down his
leg. The kid had an imagination as big as his cock.

When Stallion emerged from the darkness with a submissive Jericho in tow,
the Titans found their friend's harness had a feature theirs lacked -- a
well-fitted blindfold. If you knew Jericho's power it made perfect
sense. On top of that, Robin was now totally turned on. He'd never wondered
what his friends would look like as bondage boys, but he had to admit they
looked damned good – especially the blindfolded Jericho. The pouch of
the Boy Wonder's trunks got uncomfortably tight. So did Changeling's
tights, and so did Speedy's. They were none of them technically erect yet,
but it would only take the right gentle touch to get them there.

Stallion led his parade of compliant stud-muffins to the loading dock at
the back of the building. The boys followed as if they were mesmerized,
which chemically they were, all staring at Stallion's tight ass and
muscular thighs as he walked. Robin didn't know whether to curse the
leather pants or bless them. Outside, an ordinary panel van waited.

"Fucking took you long enough," a Jersey accent grumbled out of the
driver's side window, "I was about to go snag a local rent boy and screw
him to pass the time."

"Later, Maverick. Right now, we need to get our boys ready to travel."

Maverick, a lanky young Italian guy, clambered out of the driver's
seat. Like Stallion he wore tight leather pants that left little to nothing
to the imagination, but he also wore a loose leather vest that invited you
to stare at his full pecs. Drool was running out of Robin's mouth now,
dripping from his bit gag. Fuck, whoever this guy was, he was hot.

"You got all four," Maverick commented as he ran an assessing hand over
Jericho's firm round ass.

"Of course,," Stallion answered, "Did you expect anything less?"

"Nah, I suppose not, not really," Maverick said as his hand moved around to
Jericho's basket. He continued to tease the blond Titan until a stain
appeared on his tights just as it had on Changeling's.

Maverick, Tony to his mother and parole officer, was Stallion's second
banana. Stallion had discovered how the young man also possessed pheromone
powers and had made him an offer: join Stallion's gang and learn how to use
and perfect his power. After that, they'd both enjoy fame and fortune
because naturally they wouldn't make the same mistakes Passion Kitten
had. This kidnapping was Maverick's first big caper. Leaving Jericho
stewing, Maverick threw open the van's rear doors.

"All aboard," he called.

The Titans hesitated. Maverick's pheromones hadn't penetrated their minds
as far as Stallion's had, so they looked to the man they knew -- and
desired – for direction.

"Submissive and biddable. Level three, right?" Maverick nodded in
appreciation, "You work fast, boss. Or are hero types just more
susceptible?"

Stallion smiled and said, "Nah, I'm just that good. Passion Kitten never
gave me full rein, more fool her. That's why I'm here and she's shut up in
Arkham. Okay boys, everybody in and choose a seat. I'll follow you up and
make sure you're strapped in safely."

One at a time, starting with Changeling and ending with Robin, the heroes
climbed aboard. (And you can be sure Maverick was very solicitous where
blond Jericho was concerned.) There were two seats, a little like tractor
seats, attached to each wall, and the boys parked their butts (or, in
Jericho's case, had his butt parked) in one of them. Speedy faced
Changeling, and Robin faced Jericho. Stallion followed them in as Maverick
slammed the doors shut.

One after another Stallion placed the Titans' wrists into head high
shackles set into the wall of the van; a belt around their waists made sure
they wouldn't go sliding out; and finally their legs were spread wide,
ankle shackles making sure they stayed that way. The effect, in the end,
was to draw all eyes to the young heroes' full baskets. The fabric of their
uniforms might have been designed to allow full range of movement, but it
also left little to the imagination which was how Stallion liked it. No
fear showed on the young heroes' faces either; rather, they stared at
Maverick (who claimed the driver's seat) and Stallion (shotgun) fascinated,
and eager to find out what would come next.

Let's go, Maverick," Stallion said.

The old, abandoned warehouse district was quiet, but traffic began to pick
up as they reached better neighborhoods. The city was busy tonight, lots of
cars on the road, and the van anonymously joined the flow and slipped away
undetected.

Maverick glanced into the mirror and saw the captured Titans grinding their
hips. Whether they were just trying to get comfortable in the seat, or
wiggle their meat into some more comfortable position, or trying to entice
their captors, only they could say. Maverick only knew their gyrations were
definitely worth watching.

"Stallion, look at those boys."

Stallion looked back over his shoulder and said, "That's pure pheromone
power at work. The tranquilizer wore off a while ago, but they're deep into
our pheromonal spell now. Level three, for sure, and they're deep into that
too. So deep that their submission has taken on a sexual dimension. And
have you noticed that your influence is increasing, too. Even in bondage
they're absolutely calm; they're not fighting their restraints; and they
can barely look at anything but you and me. Probably they're doing their
damnedest to figure out how they can please us. Damn, Changeling heard that
for sure. See how he's wriggling his crotch at us, trying to make sure we
notice him. These boys are going to be putty in our hands."

"Are you sure you want to talk like this in front of them?" Maverick asked,
"That's the number one `Don't' on the Evil overlord list, you know."

"Yeah, it's safe, so long as they stay under control. And I assure you we
won't be releasing that any time soon, not until it's far too late for
them."

Maverick glanced at the heroes again.

"Fuck, I never moved a cargo like this," the hunky second banana said.

"Get used to it," Stallion said, "Phase one has been a total success. And
if phase two works as well, we might have ourselves a new sideline."

"I guess we'll see," Maverick replied, turning his gaze back to the
road. He took the ramp up onto the beltway, and the van got lost in the
congestion.