Date: Sun, 22 Aug 2021 07:05:03 -0400
From: mr.evan.andrews@gmail.com
Subject: The New Teen Titans vs the Italian Stallion chapter 13 - celebrity

The New Teen Titans vs. the Italian Stallion
Chapter Thirteen: At Last, A Rescue
Evan Andrews
2021


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

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by DC Comics and/or its subsidiaries. I am not related to the company and
make no claim of ownership over the characters.

The story depicts males in sexual situations, mostly with other males. If
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"What the fuck is that supposed to be?!" Deathstroke roared as he watched
the video clip.

Ollie Queen, the Green Arrow, looked over the assassin's shoulder and said,
"That's a three-way, Slade. And the pretty blond with the sideburns (that's
your son, right?) is what they call `getting DPed'."

Deathstroke whirled and backhanded the Emerald Archer to the ground.

"Don't push me, Queen," he growled.

"Gentlemen," Batman said, before Arrow could loose another barb, "Can we
get back to the reason I called you both here."


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When the whole shitshow came to an end, the captive and brain-fucked Titans
had not the least shred of shame left. They neither needed nor wanted
it. Night after night, they stripped and whored like the studied
professionals they had become. There were the belles of the sex-club ball,
and naturally that tidbit wasn't something that could be kept secret for
long. Enthusiastic patrons had indiscreetly uploaded enough footage
containing sufficient background detail for Batman to pinpoint the club the
Titans were being worked in.

After the Dark Knight had found the first dark web video--a POV clip of
Robin sucking some client's cock while Jericho ate out his Boy Wonder
ass--it took Alfred three days to put the Bat Cave back to order. But now
Batman knew where to attack, and he'd assembled his team, even if he hadn't
wanted to.

In a way, the current fight between Deathstroke and Green Arrow was
Alfred's fault.

"If I might suggest, Master Bruce," his butler had said, "You oughtn't to
tackle this alone."

Batman's scowl spoke volumes.

"Mr. Queen needs to be involved. He's been beside himself this whole time,
and he needs to be seen rescuing young Mr. Harper."

"Alright," Batman husked, "Green Arrow then."

"And..."

"Don't say it, Alfred."

"It's what you pay me for, sir," Alfred replied. "If you bring in the Green
Arrow, logic suggests you should bring in Deathstroke as well."

"That man wants to kill Changeling, and he's hardly been a model father to
Jericho."

"Be that as it may, he needs to be part of any rescue."

"Were you going to suggest bringing Mento along too?"

"Sarcasm ill becomes you, sir," Alfred said. "Mr. Dayton has not been in a
sufficiently stable state of mind of late to make him a good fourth to your
venture. As you will not be facing any top level villains, though, the
three of you should be sufficient."

Batman was still not happy (and it showed), but he said, "Alright. Send the
word. Have Green Arrow and Deathstroke meet me on the top of city hall at
midnight. If they aren't there, I'm going in alone."

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Alone might have been better, the Dark Knight mused. The Arrow had been
riding Deathstroke's last nerve the whole way from city hall, and only
Batman's walking away from the bickering pair had gotten them to the club
without a knockdown drag-out.

The Martels' by-invitation-only male strip club was rocking when the rescue
party arrived. Cautiously, they gained entry to the establishment from the
roof and made their way downstairs where they heard and then saw the
main-card live-sex show (starring the Titans, of course, in costume) in
progress. At the moment the rescue party peeped through the curtains,
Speedy was splayed on his back on a waist-high table while Robin ate his
ass out—or at least the Boy Wonder was when he wasn't screaming from the
vicious fuck being administered by the lime-green dire wolf perched on his
back.

"Oh, fucking Jesus!" Robin screamed, "Fuck my ass, Changeling! You're
so... ARGH!

The Boy Wonder almost blew his load when the shapeshifter's knot forced its
way into his guts.

Robin's and Speedy's costumes were strategically torn so that all pertinent
holes were available for invasion by tongues, fingers, or cocks. And when
he shifted back, Batman had no doubt, Changeling's costume should sport a
complementary tear allowing his penis free reign. The crowd was eating up
the hot superhero on superhero action with a spoon, even if a popular
member of the troupe was absent. There was no sign of Jericho, but he had
to be around somewhere. If what Batman could see was typical of the club's
activities, he suspected the blond mentalist was probably off sucking some
man's cock in private. (It never occurred to him that Jericho might be
inside one of the boys fucking on stage.) Other strippers were working the
room or else gyrating away in the go-go cages along the walls, and the
patrons were either watching the shows intently, or fucking one of the
club's rent-boys or sex-slaves, or both. The patrons were mostly male, but
more than a few females lounged and circulated enjoying the "safe"
atmosphere. The Martels themselves occupied the VIP box where they played
lords of the swiving manor as if born to the role.

"You ready?" the Dark Knight growled.

Green Arrow nodded, and Deathstroke said, "Right behind you."

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The rescue party rushed into the room in a body, and as a body they were
noticeable and noticed.

"A raid!"

Alarms sounded, the audience scrambled, and the staff (including the other
strippers) scattered. They might have gotten away, too, if a certain other
interested party hadn't just barred the doors from the outside.

Up in their VIP lounge, the Martel brothers also made a valiant attempt to
bug out. Little did they know, though, that the same men who had barred the
doors had set traps in their box as well as in the club downstairs. An
atomized fog of pheromonal pig oil blew in, and the Martels, tearing off
their clothes, mindlessly fell on one another's bodies in a frenzy of
incest that would have put authors of slash fanfic about them to shame.

Meanwhile down in the club, the Terrible Trio of rescuers had hit the stage
before they ran into Stallion's mist of pig oil (full strength) for the
first time. They scudded to a halt and for a moment, as the pheromonal
drugs attacked and overwhelmed their usual inhibitions and behavior
patterns, could do nothing more than stare at the hot three-way action
unfolding before them.

Batman managed to maintain a façade of control. He stood, rigid, trying
to fight off the drugs, but it was clear (from later review) he was (slowly
but definitely) losing his battle. His black satin trunks showed every inch
of his slowly stiffening cock as he fell further and further under the
drug's influence. His engorging bat-cock was clearly trying to find a way
free of the confining costume. Soon, very soon, Batman knew he'd lose the
fight and give in to his lust, but for now he fought on.

Green Arrow, almost instantly hard as fuck as shown by the tent in his
green tights, fixated on the writhing Speedy, spread before him like a
fuck-boy buffet. Unlike Batman, Arrow wasn't known for his self-control. In
short order his reptile brain took over, and he staggered forward,
following his blood-engorged need towards the action.

Deathstroke had the least control over his emotions of them all. (He was
kind of famous for that.)

He pointed at the fornicating Titans and roared, "Where is my son?! What
have you done to Joey?!"

The green dire wolf looked up and smiled a wicked canine smile at the
enraged assassin.

"Hiya, pops," a voice that was partly Changeling's but also partly
Jericho's said.

Deathstroke leapt, grabbing hold of the wolf, tearing its knot out of
Robin's trained but still sensitive asshole.

"Aiyee!" The Boy Wonder screamed, and he fell onto all fours instead of
collapsing in a faint of pain.

Deathstroke bore the green fuck-beast to the ground and pinned him there,
whereupon the wolf morphed into Changeling's human form. (Complete with an
impressive hard-on jutting out of his torn costume; Batman had been right.)
The impudent young hero laughed in Deathstroke's face, and, grabbing hold
of the assassin's head, pulled him down into a soul-consuming
kiss. Deathstroke resisted, but only for a second. As the pig oil won, he
fell on top the young hero's body, kissing the boy back frantically while
they both ground away: pelvis against pelvis, hard cock against hard
cock. Changeling rolled them both so that he ended on top of Deathstroke
and began to mouth-worship his way down the assassin's hard daddy
bod. Deathstroke was so turned on by the sensation that he could only throw
his hands over his head and thrash under the shifter's ministrations. It
felt so fucking good, and as the green teen cocksucking machine approached
the distended pouch of Deathstroke's orange trunks he thought he might pass
out. Of course, Changeling didn't let him.

"Mmm. What does Daddy have for me in here?" Changeling teased as he reached
for the assassin's crotch and ran his hand over the bulge of trapped
fuck-meat.

Deathstroke couldn't answer, not in words. He could only moan as Changeling
leaned down and licked the wet spot where the assassin's leaking cockhead
pressed against the fabric.

`Gnugh!" Deathstroke gurgled.

Changeling laughed again and asked, "You want this big dick sucked, Slade?
Do you want my hot mouth to make love to that horse-cock? Tell me how bad
you want me to use my mouth on your pole, Slade."

Deathstroke wriggled his hips, a last ditch attempt by his embattled
rational mind to escape the insidious trap they found themselves
in. Whatever he tried, though, his subconscious mind, spurred on by the
powerful turn-on drug, overpowered him, and finally he could only nod his
head, panting.

"Oh oh oh!" he groaned as Changeling mouthed his rod.

"Words, Slade. Tell me in words."

"Oh, fuck, yeah. Do it! Suck my cock, you punk!"

"Say `Please'."

Deathstroke was weeping now, "P..p..p..please!"

Gently, one might almost say lovingly, Changeling pulled back on the
waistband of Deathstroke's orange trunks and released the 11 inch monster,
a brother to his own big dick.

"Yeah," Changeling sighed as he pressed his face into Deathstroke's crotch,
mouthing the base of the shaft, "That is what I always wanted to
see. Always wanted to taste!"

"God!" Deathstroke cried out as Changeling kissed his way up the shaft and
took the purple plum of his cockhead into his green mouth, "Suck me, you
slut, you trollop, you whore! Suck my cock!"

"There's too much," Changeling whined, "I think I need help!"

Which was the cue for Jericho to disengage from the shifter's body. Both
boys, crouching side by side, now began to lavish oral attention on the
assassin's meat.

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Meanwhile Green Arrow walked up to his once-upon-a-time protégé and
pulled him to his feet.

"Roy," the elder archer breathed as he pressed a hot kiss on the redheaded
sex-slave.

"Ollie," Speedy sighed, and he wrapped his arms around the older man's hard
body.

While they kissed, hands went after the other's cock, rubbing away at the
shaft they found. 9 inches jutted up out of Speedy's tights, but 9 more
were trapped in Arrow's. Speedy took his hand from Arrow's distended
package and reached up to start unfastening his mentor's jerkin. He shoved
it back off the older man's shoulders, baring his chest just enough to
uncover the vigilante's hard nipples which Speedy immediately began to
suck, chew, and tongue.

"Ohhhhhh!"

The role of master and student had clearly changed, and Green Arrow hung
like a rag doll in Speedy's masterful embrace. When Speedy's tongue rasped
over the sensitive tip of a nipple, he could feel Arrow's cock leap in the
confines of his tights.

"Oh, fuck, Roy!" Arrow whimpered, "Fuck! So.. Need.. So.. Fuck!"

The green jerkin fell away, and Speedy was able to ease Arrow's tights down
over his ass so that the elder archer's arching shaft fell out. The former
sidekick used his hands to smear Arrow's precum over the sensitive tip of
his cock before breaking free and turning his back on his mentor. Tearing
the hole in the ass of his own red tights further open, Speedy said, over
his shoulder, "Fuck me, Ollie! Push me up against the wall and give me the
no-holds-barred back-alley fuck-down you always wanted to. The fuck-down I
always wanted you to!"

Without wasting a second on thought, Arrow did just that. He pushed Speedy
roughly up against the back wall of the stage and rammed 9 inches of hard
vigilante dick into the formerly forbidden hole.

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Robin, still on all fours, looked up and shook his head. He knew he was
supposed to be putting on a show, but something had gone
wrong. Something. What? He looked around, and there, not more than six feet
away, stood the object of Robin's boyhood obsession. Batman. Back before
Robin had discovered girls and confirmed that he liked fucking them, the
Boy Wonder had had more than a few erotic dreams featuring his gruff,
unapproachable mentor. Hell, he'd even concocted a dozen sexual fantasy
scenarios in which some supervillain had made him the Boy Hostage just so
Batman could come to the rescue and make all-encompassing love to his
sexually-awakening body after they were clear of the villain's lair. (If
you knew the URL, you could even find several of the stories online still.)

And here Batman was, coming to Robin's rescue for real. And the evidence of
his mentor's lustful intent was obvious (as obvious as Robin always
imagined it would be) where the batcock forced the black satin of his
trunks away from his crotch. Fuck. The Boy Wonder knew he just had to take
advantage of this opportunity in case it never happened again. Robin put
one hand forward, then another, and another, and crawled provocatively
towards his mentor.

"Robin... Dick," Batman gasped as for the last time he tried to assert
control over his mutinous body, "What are you doing?!"

"Something we both always wanted," Robin confessed as he reached the Dark
Knight and came to his knees before him.

The 10 inch bulge in Batman's trunks was hypnotic.

"I always wondered..." Robin said as he reached out to encompass the
prodigious bulge in his palm.

"Dick, no!" Batman groaned as Robin hefted his suddenly heavy balls before
moving on to stroke the rigid batpole.

"Dick, yes," Robin said as he began to mouth the shiny black fabric. Robin,
in his stories, always likened the skin that clung to a hard dick to
silky-smooth satin, and that irony was not lost on him as he moved on from
mouthing to licking the fabric hiding the massive shaft.

"Batman," the Boy Wonder sighed, "Let me have that hard cock. Let me show
you what I can do with the batcock!"

Batman could only groan, which Robin elected to take as a `Take me, you
fool; what are you waiting for?'.

The Boy Wonder pulled at the leg of Batman's trunks and carefully extracted
the heavy shaft (while leaving his mentor's balls still caught inside their
satiny pouch). He stared at cockhead before skimming the foreskin back and
taking the swollen knob into his mouth.

"Fuck!" Batman cried as Robin began to swallow his shaft, inch by
maddeningly slow inch.

The Caped Crusader's junk slowly became fully embedded in his oldest chum's
accommodating throat, and the Boy Wonder began to do things, wonderful
things, to his 10 inches. Batman had never thought a throat could do to a
cock what Robin clearly was--and that even though a fair share of women had
given Bruce Wayne expert blow jobs over the years. Batman's fingers curled
in the Boy Wonder's raven locks, holding his head in place while the Dark
Knight's last shred of resolve fled, and he began to fuck the teen's
mouth. No, not fuck, and not mouth. Batman was giving into a brutal core of
his being and was raping Robin's skull, smashing his throat to a pulp as he
pounded away with his batlance.

"Dick!" Batman moaned as his corona rode the tight flesh of his former
ward's oral tract.

Robin gurgled, and saliva and other sex juices ran down his chin, staining
the teen hero's iconic red jerkin. The teen's hands reached around and
found purchase on the batcheeks, holding on for dear life for the duration
of the ride. Coney Island had nothing like this!

Batman stopped just shy of cumming and looked down in awe at his old
chum. Robin had released his own cock, a man's cock Batman noticed, and had
been beating it furiously as the Dark Knight had had his way with the
teen's oral pussy.

"Dick?" Batman said, pleading.

"Fuck me, Batman!" the Boy Wonder said. He had been praying the Dark Knight
would give up face-fucking eventually and move on to breeding him some
sidekick boy-pussy, "Use those 10 inches on my ass, Sir. Breed my Boy
Wonder ass!"

Robin turned around and presented his alluring butt. Tearing the hole in
the green fabric of his trunks further open, he said, "What are you waiting
for, Batman?! Fuck me! Fuck me now!"

Batman fell to his knees behind his former sidekick and proceeded to prove
to anybody capable of seeing it why the pair deserved their title of
Dynamic Duo.

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Meanwhile...