Date: Fri, 13 Aug 2021 17:41:34 -0400
From: mr.evan.andrews@gmail.com
Subject: The New Teen Titans vs the Italian Stallion chapter 12 - celebrity

The New Teen Titans vs. the Italian Stallion
Chapter Twelve: An Eye to the Future
Evan Andrews
2021


The following story is a work of fan fiction set in the New Teen Titans era
in a continuity where Robin Grayson as Robin and Jericho Wilson as Jericho
overlapped, because screw unitard hero uniforms.

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, Tony Lattanzi as
Maverick, and Castro Supreme as Castro. The Martels are of course Jonas
brothers, and their new bed slaves are whichever boys from Broke Straight
Boys tickles your fancy.

The story depicts males in sexual situations, mostly 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.

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As the Italian Stallion had expected, the Martels blew off his
warning—at least at first. Later, though, the conceited crooners
double-checked on the internet and found all the evidence Batman would need
to track their asses down and put them away.

The danger even got through to Joey Martel. The singers' experiment with
superhero sex-slaves had a definite shelf-life, and the expiration date was
probably coming up quick. The brothers had no idea just how close the
Titans' mentors were to discovering the club, though. They were more
concerned with how to get rid of four infamous sex-slaves while at the same
time covering their celebrity asses. Nicky suggested going back to Stallion
and his crew for help, but even Joey was embarrassed to do so after blowing
the villain off as hard as he had. Instead Kev made a few discrete
enquiries and came up with the name of a "talent" scout that might be able
to take the heroes off their hands. After that it was an easy thing to make
a call, and set up the audition. (The potential buyer insisted on this
before discussing any change of ownership of the young heroes' asses.)

On the fateful evening, Kev and Joey (with two of their new bed-slaves at
their feet) had their pet heroes in the brothers' private apartments. The
Martels sat, apprehensively waiting, until, punctual to the minute, the
elevator door opened and the scout, Castro, walked out.

Castro wasn't a giant by any means (except, rumor said, where it
counted). The Blatino dressed stylishly, and people appreciated how his
tailor had cut the pants to disguise exactly what he was packing while at
the same time leaving no doubt that it was worth appreciating. Watching the
man now, the four naked Teen Titans certainly fell into that category—at
least if their suddenly growing dicks were anything to judge by.

"This the talent you mentioned?" Castro asked, foregoing formalities.

Kev nodded, not trusting his voice, and the dapper sex-slaver turned his
back on the Martels and sized the boys up. The Titans' eyes were fixed on
Castro as he proceeded with a hands-on examination of their bodies. He
stroked the muscular arms, shoulders, and pecs. He teased their erogenous
zones, and even (after feeling his way down their trembling abdominals)
masturbated their cocks to see how big they really were and how juicy
they'd get.

"Nice," Castro said, nodding as his right hand squelched up and down
Robin's slick piece while the left cupped the Boy Wonder's
balls. "Knees. Now. All of you."

The Titans dropped to their knees and look up eagerly at Castro as he
opened his pants. A showman at heart, the Blatino didn't just whip out his
dick. He teased his audience, making them hungry for what he was
packing. Changeling, the greatest slut among them, was literally drooling
by the time Castro finally eased his 12 ½ inch monster schlong out of
the fly of his pants. The Titans gasped. The Martels gasped. (The Martels'
new sex-slaves gagged on the inches of cock that suddenly pulsed in their
throats, but they would have gasped, too.) Castro's meat was bigger than
Changeling's, and even bigger and thicker than Spotlight's pride and
joy—to that point the biggest dick any of the boys had seen. Robin
prayed they'd get to do more than see it.

"You know what to do," Castro said simply.

The boys jostled forward and applied their mouths to good effect. Castro's
length meant that everybody could participate in the cock-worshipping
action. Speedy got to the cockhead first and took as much as he could of it
into his mouth, growling at anybody who tried to poach in on his
fun. Jericho and Changeling went for Castro's bull-balls, using their raspy
tongues to lap adoringly at the orbs in their dark sack. Robin crawled over
top of Jericho and applied his lips and tongue to the sex-slaver's fat
veiny shaft, running up and down its length as if it were corn on the
cob. Truth be told, it really did take four boys to do justice to this
prize hunk of man-meat, but Robin felt that to do justice to Castro's body
as a whole they really needed backup. Maybe even lots of backup. Hmm? Who
would look good worshipping Castro's body alongside them? He ran through
all the hot men he knew, but Castro decided he wanted variety and ordered
the boys to shift one position to the left. This left Robin with a heavy
testicle to work over, and he put his lurid ponderings aside for the
moment. It was more important that they all got a taste of every part of
Castro's monster meat and showed him how grateful they were for the
opportunity.

"These sluts are damned good with their mouths," Castro announced after the
Titans had had a full round of oral worship of his massive shaft, "How good
are they taking it up the ass?"

"Totally submissive," Kev said from the sofa, "And delicious. I've enjoy
every time I've fucked them."

"Yeah," Joey added, "They literally beg to get dicked down like bitches."

"That I want to see," Castro said, and he ordered the Titans, "Up onto bed
now. Hands and knees like the fucking animals you are."

The boys clambered up onto the bed, and in doggie position waved their
butts alluringly at the sex-slaver.

"Now, which ass do I want to breed first?" Castro teasingly asked the
boy-sluts.

"Me!" Changeling said, "Take me first, sir! I want to know what's like to
be fucked by a bull!"

"No, me!" said Speedy, "Ginger is the hottest, you know."

"Please!" Robin was begging, wheedling, letting his obvious need make his
argument.

Jericho just looked alluringly.

"Ha!" Castro said, "Today I think I'll start with Jericho, the quiet
one. I've always had a thing for gut-busting blond, white boys. You,
Changeling, I admire the enthusiasm, but you are just too damned pushy."

Changeling was about to get defensive when his train of thought was cut off
by a cry. Jericho was making an unearthly sound as Castro's massive log of
fuck-meat forced its way into his ass. It was more than the blond was
prepared for, and his eyebrows rose so high they almost disappeared into
his hairline. His wide-open mouth poured out animal sounds of primal
pleasure and pain.

"Yeah, take that fat fuck-sausage, golden boy," Castro ordered as he
pounded boy-butt and Jericho squealed away.

Awestruck, Robin watched his buddy getting power-fucked. The head of curly
blond hair whipped back and forth as Castro bred him—and bred him
hard. The Boy Wonder thanked the powers that be that Stallion had
introduced them all to double penetration. Without that, he wasn't sure if
any of them would be able to survive taking Castro's massive rod, assuming
Jericho was in fact surviving. The mentalist sounded alive still, if in
extremis, and the Boy Wonder could tell the signs that his blond bro was
close to blowing his load. Idly Robin wondered idly how big a load Castro
would shoot when he seeded Jericho.

Of course, Castro did no such thing. The Blatino stud was too much the
professional to spend himself in the first slave when there were three more
to put through their paces. Roughly pulling out of Jericho's guts before
the blond could cum, the sex-slaver flipped Speedy onto his back, spreading
his legs wide, and slam-fucked him deep and hard. The sound of powerful
brown thighs slapping against the redhead's butt almost drowned out
Speedy's screams.

Eventually pulling out of Speedy's ass with no warning, Castro hauled
Changeling to his feet. Cupping the boy's ass cheeks with his hands, Castro
hoisted Changeling into the air and guided his dick into the green teen's
hungry fuck-hole.

Holding on for dear life, Changeling howled as he was filled, and Castro
laughed, "Tell me it was worth waiting for, whore-boy."

"Yes!" Changeling screamed as he bounced up and down, "Yes, sir, it was!
How did I ever live without this giant cock to fuck me?!"

"Now, that's the sort of thing I like to hear from a sex-slave. I hope you
others are taking notes."

Unlike Jericho and Speedy, Changeling managed to blow his load before
Castro was done with him.

"Fuck!" Changeling screamed as his shaft pulsed, "Fucking fuck the cum out
of me!"

When Changeling was entirely spent and his balls empty, Castro dropped his
slutty green breeding boy to the floor and moved on to Robin. He forced the
raven-haired stud onto his stomach on the bed and climbed up on top of the
Boy Wonder's prone body. As he ran his fat brown banana through the cleft
in Robin's ass cheeks, he leaned down and husked, "I'm going to make you
scream even louder than your friends combined. They tell me you were the
leader, but in my harem the only leader is me. Got it, bitch!?"

And before Robin could answer, Castro forced his full length into Robin's
well-trained man-pussy.

Robin did scream, and he was louder than any of the other three had
been. The Boy Wonder's DP training clearly hadn't been enough. Being fucked
by two dicks, even when one of them was Stallion's, was nothing like the
feeling of being penetrated by this giant shaft with its single goal of
fucking him into the ground. Robin wondered how his bros had survived it.

"Yeah, bitch," Castro laughed as Robin howled, "That is music to my ears."

"Fuck me!" Robin finally found his words, "Oh shit, my ass has never been
fucked like this! Please, never stop fucking me, sir!"

"I promise you that," Castro laughed as he plowed away at Robin's breeding
hole. "As long as you're mine this hot hole will get lots of attention from
Daddy's fuck-meat."

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" the Boy Wonder screamed, passion finally overcoming
pain. "Fuck me!"

On either side of him, Jericho and Speedy lay, unabashedly stroking their
cocks, while Changeling lay on the floor trying to gather the strength to
join his bros on the bed. Or maybe to beg for a second round. (At least the
green-haired slut-boy hoped there'd be a second round.)

Castro rolled to the side and pulled Robin with him so that the hero was
perched on top the muscular brown body, looking his fucker in the face. The
Boy Wonder straddled the sex-slaver and felt the fat cockhead kiss at his
anal pussy.

"Now ride that big dick, boy!" Castro ordered, and Robin let the massive
cockhead force his hole open again. The Boy Wonder bounced up and down on
the monster fuck-pole, taking more and more of it with each bounce. When he
found himself fully seated on Castro's meat, Robin ground around like he'd
seen girls do in pornos.

"Yeah, you prize slut. Daddy likes that," Castro smiled. "Now, play with
yourself. I want to see you shoot your load onto my belly."

Robin took hold of his 9 rigid inches and beat off like there was no
tomorrow, all while fucking himself silly on Castro's monster. The
sex-slaver wanted this slut's cum, and Robin was hot to give it to
him. Castro was proved wrong, though, about how far the Boy Wonder's load
would fly. He'd said belly, but when Robin's balls flexed and his cock
erupted a fountain of sperm, the first heavy wad of jizz arced up and over
the talent scout's abs heading due north. Most of the splooge painted
Castro's chest, but one wad, that first and most ambitious, landed on the
slaver's left cheek.

"Fucking A+, boy," Castro smiled as Robin fell forward onto his
sperm-painted chest. "Are there any more at home like you?"

Robin smiled and thought, "If you only knew."

Castro pushed Robin off him and onto his back before coming back to his
feet.

"You three," he said, pointing at the other Titans, "I want to see you feed
Robin your cum."

While Changeling and Jericho took up positions on either side of the Boy
Wonder's head, Speedy straddled his cum-sticky chest. With a clear purpose,
all three seriously beat their meat until their balls screamed for release.

"Cumming!" Speedy cried at last, and Robin bend his head up, mouth open to
catch the redhead's hot sperm on his tongue.

Speedy was barely done when Changeling forced his long cock into Robin's
open mouth. The dark green cockhead flexed, and a flood of jizz joined
Speedy's. Robin's eyes sought Jericho's, and he could read that his blond
buddy was desperate to cum, too. Robin nodded and spat out Changeling's
green plum. Jericho pushed Robin's head flat on the mattress and, stroking
himself to completion, took careful aim. The blond let most of his load
join the cum-wad in Robin's mouth, but he saved just enough to paint the
dark-haired slut's lips. The mentalist's piss-slit delicately rubbed the
hot slime all over his buddy's face, and Robin sighed in contentment.

"If you sluts are quite done," Castro said, "Knees. Here. Now!"

The Titans all but fell off the bed in eager haste and knelt reverently
before the biggest cock they'd ever experienced.

The talent scout flogged his shaft and finally said, "Faces together, now!"

The boys pressed together and watched as Castro's cock let go an orgasm the
likes of which they'd never seen. Nor imagined. He democratically hosed
their faces down with his copious seed, and laughed at the look of "What?
No more?" on their faces when he was done.

"You've got some nice boys here," Castro said to the Martels. "When you're
done with them, call me, and I'll be happy to take them off your hands."

The Titans were licking Castro's sperm from each other's faces, but it was
Robin that slurped up the last little bit. More than a little intoxicated
by the taste of Castro's sperm, the Boy Wonder took stock of his recent
life. He and his bros been kidnapped, broken, and trained as sex-slaves
before being passed on to the Martels. They'd been taught by a master
stripper and had used what he taught them to win a reputation as first
class strippers. They'd served as bed bucks and live sex-show sluts, and
occasionally they'd been handed off to whore for one of the brothers'
buddies. Maybe getting fucked by and fucking for Castro (or his clients,
Robin didn't delude himself but that they'd be going to some whorehouse
somewhere) would not be such a bad thing.

And with that thought his cock began to rise again.

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Robin had no way of knowing that the Martels' video surveillance had been
compromised weeks before, and that Stallion, Maverick, and Spotlight were
watching the whole audition in real time. (Nor did Kev and Joey Martel
realize that their pheromone-controlled baby brother Nicky was on his knees
in Stallion's lair deep-throating the villains' cocks in turn instead of
acting the part of courting swain to whatever high-profile starlet like he
was supposed to have been meeting tonight.)

"I don't believe it; if anything they're better than they were when we last
fucked them. Do you miss breeding those hot asses, boss?" Maverick asked as
Nicky ran a raspy tongue around his corona.

"No. Well, maybe a little, especially Robin. And I know I shouldn't. The
purpose of the whole caper was, after all, to break them and pass them
on. Sure, my brain I knew I'd only have them in my clutches for a little
while, but getting the chance to break open the Boy fucking Wonder was
definitely—wow. Yeah, I do miss them."

"I miss Jericho's tight ass myself," said Spotlight, who had stolen the
young crooner's talented mouth from Maverick, "Even though I only got to
fuck him that one time."

"That's the jizz biz, bro," Maverick commiserated, "And besides now you'll
know where to find them when the Martels move on to the next fad."

"You think so?" Stallion said, "I'm not sure. I have a feeling Castro will
never get his cock into those boys ever again. And neither will any of the
rest of us."

Nicky said nothing but gleefully gagged on a mouthful of Spotlight's
Carioca sperm.