Date: Sat, 4 Sep 2021 14:54:02 -0400
From: mr.evan.andrews@gmail.com
Subject: The New Teen Titans vs the Italian Stallion chapter 15 -- celebrity

The New Teen Titans vs. the Italian Stallion
Chapter Fifteen: Epilogue
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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make no claim of ownership over the characters.

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A year later on, Pheromone Force (they'd decided to keep the name) was
still on the loose-- for several excellent reasons. The Italian Stallion
and his posse had made a conscious decision not to do anything that would
involve them crossing paths with any major superhero or superhero
teams. Mostly they escorted rich women and men who later found they had
been embarrassingly generous in their payment for the services they'd
received. Some would call it glorified whoring; some would call it armed
robbery—especially if they'd gotten a peak at the villains' weapons. As
a sideline, they occasionally trained up another crew of sex-slaves, too,
but they made damned sure they never got involved in anything remotely
resembling one of those imbecilic Joker, Riddler, Penguin thematically
predictable crime spree capers. Passion Kitten, when asked her opinion of
her former protégé, was livid and expressed her opinion of Stallion
with a remarkable store of Anglo-Saxon monosyllables.

The Martel brothers had, as Stallion predicted, been arrested, and Kev and
Joey did go down hard—if getting sent away to a country club prison
counted as hard. (Must be nice to be rich and famous, Maverick said.)
Nicky, on the other hand, had in fact found a good enough lawyer who got
him off with little more than a slap on the wrist, and he was back on the
streets already. Not that he could do anything like actually go out on the
streets. The video of the brothers' sex-slave fucking antics, and
especially of their own brocest orgy (courtesy of Stallion's pheromone
bomb) had hit the web and were still circulating, no matter how hard their
manager tried to shut them down. There was no place he could go that people
didn't recognize him and remember those video clips. Spotlight still
yearned for Nicky, but the kid was too hot a commodity, too closely watched
by—you can guess who. Ah well, sacrifices have to be made sometimes.

Of course, Team Batman, and Team Arrow, and Team Titans, and even a pissed
off Deathstroke, never really gave up their pursuit of Stallion's crew, but
as the months passed catching them just became less and less of a
priority. When the heroes did get a hot lead and were about to swoop in for
the capture, the villains seemed always to be just that one crucial step
ahead of their pursuers, and the heroes, time and time again, were left
grasping at nothing more than pheromone-scented air.

Or course, that was just what Pheromone Force wanted the heroes to
think. The truth was that the heroes had found their quarry on a few
occasions, but, thanks to the remnant of the drug in their system, all it
took was a stiff whiff of the old and masculine for the heroes to revert to
suggestible fuck-puppy status, especially the Titans.

Yes, the session with Batman and the Green Arrow did turn out to be hot as
all hell. It was nothing, though, when compared to that time the villains
had been lucky enough to come across the Teen Titans: both their long-lost
fuck-boys and a couple of their Teen Titan bros. The four former sex-slaves
reverted in seconds and helped to subdue their previously uninitiated
fellows: Kid Flash and Cyborg. In the weeklong idyll that followed, the
villains were able not only to renew acquaintance with and reinforce
learned behaviors in their former students, but they were also able to test
new techniques of restraint on the hyper-velocity Kid Flash and the
part-machine Cyborg. Kid Flash got hit with an anti-Flash drug
S.T.A.R. kept on hand—you know, just in case—in addition to a heavy
dose of pheromone oil before being handed over to Robin, Speedy, and
Jericho to start breeding down. Meanwhile Pheromone Force concentrated most
of their attention on subduing Cyborg which took a concerted effort of
their pheromonal assault. Fucking biofilters! Changeling, at last, got
close enough to the machine-teen to deliver a concentrated dose of the drug
hypodermically. As Cyborg reeled under the effect of his blood rushing to
his mighty dick, Maverick hurried forward and slammed a positronic sedative
device around Cyborg's head to keep him from instituting any kind of
emergency reboot.

Brought back to the new Stable, Kid Flash and Cyborg found their bodies
assaulted as quickly and as often and as emphatically as possible. Thanks
to Stallion's recruiting of a few new dogs and his renewed domination of
his pet Titans, his team was able to keep the speedster and the cyborg
constantly fucked silly. Most deliciously, though, Changeling was able to
spend a week working through the lust he'd always harbored for Cyborg (and
his big black cock). Of course when the flesh failed, as it must even with
nearly a dozen men, Stallion stood by to double down the new slaves'
indoctrination with his collection of fucking machines. In the end, both
new studs went back to the world fully assimilated into Stallion's corps of
roving, waiting-to-be-activated super sex-slaves.

It was a great pity when that session had to end, but at least there were
many hours of new video in Pheromone Force's archives.

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Those video archives were important as well, because one of the Force's
other sideline businesses was the production of specialty pornos starring
select superheroes. (Well, other celebrities too, but superhero fuckfests
were the most popular niche porno market.) Filming any of these productions
took months of planning to pull off which is why only two had been made to
date: the Catman and Hawkman piece had no story just animal-intense
flip-flop fucking in the great outdoors, and the Blue Beetle and Booster
Gold piece was a truly touching bromance to fuck-buddies to lovers saga.

Today, Pheromone Force was back on set and ready to film their third
masterpiece. The ambitious plan was to shoot a hardcore bondage and
submission epic centered on the tried-and-true "superhero and his sexy
sidekick" motif.

Lights! Camera! Action!

The throne room of the new sea king was filled with a raucous and jeering
crowd of merfolk, and the noise reached a deafening roar as the bound
prisoners were led in.

The two captives had their hands chained behind their backs, while more
chains bound their upper arms to their muscular chests. Collars around
their necks held mental white-noise generators to prevent the pair's
reaching out telepathically to call for help, and ball gags kept them
silent. The pair staggered as much as they walked, heads down and clearly
embarrassed at having been so easily overcome and trussed up. They had even
been stripped of their well-known costumes. The older wore nothing more
than a pair of black trunks that clung to his tight ass and his rigid 9
½ inches. (It seemed a wonder, in fact, that those inches hadn't ripped
through the stretched-tight fabric yet.) The younger wore a similarly
clingy pair of blue trunks that did nothing to hide his own erect 8 ½
inches. From their demeanor, it was clear the captives were equally as
embarrassed by the obvious message their traitor cocks conveyed as they
were by having been captured in the first place.

Aquaman and Aqualad were paraded the full length of the room, suffering the
verbal barbs of the fickle merfolk as they went. Stopping before the great
throne on its raised dais, the hero and his humpy young sidekick were
forced to their knees preparatory to receiving the sea king's rough
justice.

Aquaman glared up at the new sea king and locked eyes with his longtime
rival. The two stared hard at one another, waiting to see which one would
blink first. Incredibly, in the end, Aquaman's embarrassment, especially
his growing sexual excitement, distracted him too much. He blinked, and,
realizing he'd just lost the contest, he dropped his gaze to the floor in
humiliated submission.

"Break them!" the sea king ordered his guards with a sneer, "Fuck their
whore asses open. Teach them to suck cock. Reduce their proud dicks to
cum-teats. And when you're done turning them into prime male sex-slaves,
remand them to my royal harem! When I have the time, I'll drop by to use
them in whatever way I think they deserve."

He rubbed his hands together and added, "I haven't had a pair of precious
bitches like this to fuck in ages."

Aquaman and Aqualad tried to protest, to break free, but the gags worked
too well, and the chains were top-notch. Fighting every inch of the way,
the former sea king and his stud-muffin sidekick were drug away to "enjoy"
a very public deflowering and thorough sexual reprogramming.

You wouldn't have thought that screams would carry that well underwater.