Date: Wed, 21 Apr 2021 19:25:07 -0400
From: mr.evan.andrews@gmail.com
Subject: The New Teen Titans vs the Italian Stallion chapter 2 - celebrity

The New Teen Titans vs. the Italian Stallion
Chapter Two: Show Me What You've Got
Evan Andrews
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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.

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. Stallion's minions are played by Vince Ferelli and Leo Gemiani.

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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A secret door in the side of an unassuming warehouse slid open and closed
again as the Italian Stallion's van disappeared inside. Once the shutting
door shieled the van from prying eyes, a section of the floor opened up,
and Maverick drove down a ramp into a shuttered station on an abandoned
line of the city's subway system. They came to a stop in a puddle of light,
and Maverick hopped out and sauntered around to open the back
doors. Stallion, in the meanwhile, clambered into the back of the van to
deal with his captives. He reinforced his chemical hold over the four
captive Titans and gently caressed their cheeks.

"Welcome to your new home, boys," Stallion smiled, "Let's get you out of
this stuffy van."

Maverick threw the back doors open, climbed in, and helped Stallion release
their collection of brain-addled Titans. The heroes had gotten enough of a
whiff of Maverick's still developing pheromone power during the drive that
they accepted, and even anticipated, his touch as eagerly as they did
Stallion's. The buckles and shackles undone, Stallion and Maverick jumped
out, leaving the boys sitting there rubbing their wrists.

"Everybody out," Stallion called, and the captives, eager to please,
climbed out. Prolonged restraint had left them clumsy and stiff, and their
churning balls also made moving around a challenge. Every time the fabric
of their uniforms rubbed over their junk, the boiling foment in their
testicles got more insistent.

"This way, stud-muffins," Stallion said, and he led his covey of admiring
young heroes towards a red lit sign in the distance. He wasn't using the
leashes anymore, relying instead on the boys' pheromonal fascination to
keep them from straying. Maverick followed at the rear anyhow, just to make
sure. The sign, when they reached it, read "Stable". It hung over a metal
door that looked rusted shut, but that must have been just for
show. Stallion put his hands to the wheel latch and opened it easily before
ushering the boys into a brightly-lit tiled room.

"This is your new base of operations," Stallion said, "At least for a
while."

It was arguably one of the weird chambers any of the Titans had ever been
in. (And they'd been in some supremely strange places during their
adventures.) It wasn't a prison, precisely; there were no cells or
cages. Instead the space was divided into two halves. In the first, the
nearest to the door, four benches, upholstered in black leather, claimed in
pride of place. These were clearly meant for men to climb up on.  Bodies
would rest on the central rest, and the running boards on either side would
keep arms and legs from dangling. The benches faced one another so that a
man on one bench had a clear view of the man right across from him.

"Sweet fucking bench set-up" Speedy mused (Of course he'd seen stuff like
this before), "Who's getting fucked?"

On the walls to either side of the door, an inventive array of sex toys
hung from hooks or sat on shelves waiting to be used. The far side of the
room was tiled floor to ceiling, and shower heads dotted the wall. Brushes,
hoses, and a couple of drains in the concrete floor told the Titans this
was a shower as well as if there had been a sign. Just outside the shower
proper, cabinets stood, their doors ajar. Inside Robin could see a
collection of kink gear: more harnesses, but also an assortment of sexy
briefs, jocks, masks, and some ingenious bondage apparel he knew nothing
about – yet. Oddly, it was all restricted to four colors: green, red,
white, and baby blue. Robin had always believed that bondage was black
leather, but he supposed he must have been wrong. Two hunky Italian studs,
one with long black hair, one with short, stood beside the cabinets. These
two wore only dog collars – there's the black leather, Robin thought
– and cock rings that made their junk stand out. Nakedness – they
were trimmed almost to the point of being shaved – made their muscles
stand out.

"Over there, heroes," Stallion said, pointing at the shower area.

The Titans went where they were told to and stood in a line: Robin, Speedy,
Changeling, and finally Jericho.

"Time to see exactly what we're working with," Stallion said. "Take off
your harnesses and hand them to the dogs," Stallion said pointing to
muscle-studs who had moved to either end of the lineup.

Slowly the Titans unbuckled their head harnesses, took out their gags
(Changeling looked bereft to be handing over his prize) and gave the whole
kit into the keeping of the dogs, Leo and Vinnie. (The names were embossed
on their collars.)

"Now the fun part. Unwrapping," Stallion smirked.

The villain sauntered up to Robin and began to unfasten the Boy Wonder's
trademark red jerkin. Removing it slowly revealed the tight green shirt
underneath. Damp with sweat, it clung to the hero's body like a second
skin.

Stallion ran a finger around Robin's left nipple, making Robin gasp, before
saying, "Now, get out of that shirt. And while you're at it, lose the
boots, too."

As Robin grabbed at the waist of his shirt, Stallion looked over his
shoulder to the other Titans.

"And, you other three, get those boots off, too," he ordered.

Robin straightened up and stood, naked but for his green trunks, in front
of his captor. His arms hung casually at his side. Stallion was smiling at
what he saw. He smiled a lot, Robin thought. And why not when it suited him
so well. It never occurred to Robin that the villain might be smiling
because his plan to make the Boy Wonder and his buddies into sex-slaves
– his sex-slaves, even if only temporarily – was proceeding so well.

"I always wondered what this would feel like," Stallion said as he stood
beside Robin and rubbed at the contents of the hero's trunks pouch
again. "It was fun on the roof of that warehouse, but here and now... I
really enjoy it getting to know your sexy body, and I think you're enjoying
it too."

Robin did. He was breathing heavily now, too, and he gasped when Stallion
slipped his hand under the waistband of the green trunks, heading south.

"Ah!" the Boy Wonder gasped as Stallion's hand made contact with his cock.

"Slip them off, Robin," Stallion said, almost pleading, "Do it for me. I
know you look great in them, but I want you totally naked. And I want you
to do it."

Unconsciously, Robin's thumbs slid into his trunks at the waist, and the
Boy Wonder bent over as he stripped away this last bit of his modesty. He
left the briefs lying at his feet, and when he stood up again, Stallion
took his taunt nipples between his fingers and thumbs and toyed with them.

"Oh!"

"Very nice," Stallion said, "Now, hang tight while I go see what Speedy's
uniform is hiding."

Speedy rapidly joined Robin in the naked brigade, his red jerkin and tights
sliding away with an efficiently that confirmed to Robin that his buddy had
some practice at getting naked fast. Underneath his tights, Speedy had on a
pair of sports briefs that must have been more tortuous at that moment than
Robin's trunks had been. Stallion made short work of them and was pleased
to find that Speedy's drapes matched the carpet. Robin knew that from
showers at the Titans Tower, but Stallion was just finding out-- to his
delight.

"You'll do," Stallion said as he toyed Speedy's nipples hard too.

Changeling, in his singlet, was not as much fun to strip. Instead working
through erotic stages of increasing nudity, the show was over in one fell
swoop. But the youngest Titan had a surprise for his captor; not only was
he the hairiest of them (even all of them put together), but he was also
free-balling it under his uniform. The sight of the young man's own fell
swoop of fuck-meat more than made up for the previous lack of drama. Even
the dogs perked up when they saw Changeling's green hang. Leo almost
started drooling.

"Stallion?" he said in a wheedling voice.

"Hold your fucking horses, Leo."

Stallion gave Maverick have the privilege of stripping Jericho down. The
humpy second banana, who was clearly smitten with the blond, did his mentor
proud as he slowly removed the boy's uniform. The purple vest flew
away. After some play, the white poet's shirt was teased over the blond's
head, revealing the trim musculature of his torso. Maverick spent a while
running fingers over Jericho's pectoral and abdominal muscles, always
moving closer, inch by inch, to the young hero's privates. Slipping behind
his subject, Maverick's hands slid down to Jericho's thighs while he ground
into the blond's butt. Then the wandering hands cupped Jericho's full pouch
and went to work on the mound for a moment until Maverick decided to get it
all over with. Slowly he kissed his way down Jericho's back, and as he
reached the waist he began to peel away the baby-blue tights. Jericho wore
a dance belt under his tights holding his cock and balls high and
tight. Maverick disposed of the annoying garment in a trice, and Jericho's
family jewels flopped free. As he exposed the hero's nakedness, Maverick
kissed the hero's ass cheeks. He worked the puddled tights and dance belt
over the hero's ankles and tossed them aside. Jericho couldn't see what was
being done to him, but he apparently was enjoying the scene. His beautiful
cock started to plump up, that in spite of the fact that the straight-arrow
stud knew it was a man toying with him. Erection, though, eluded him just
as it did his fellow Titans.

When all four heroes were naked as jaybirds, the villains and henchmen got
ready for the next step in the reduction of their captives.

"Everybody choose a boy and make with the grooming," Stallion said to his
crew, "Dibs on Robin."

"Jericho," Maverick called.

The dogs rock-paper-scissored for the last two. Leo got Changeling, leaving
Speedy for long-haired Vinnie. Vinnie was not disappointed though. Speedy
was well worth getting your hands on, especially if you had a thing for
redheads, which Vinnie did. And Leon, the size-queen, was beside himself
for the chance to get his hands on Changeling's boast of cock.

Now came grooming. Clippers in hands, the villains left the boys' head and
facial hair alone, but they made short work of the boys' body hair. They
didn't shave them bare but left just enough hair for an interested observer
(Stallion smiled at the cameras, hoping the Martels were enjoying the show)
to get an idea of the stud au naturel. Changeling giggled and fidgeted as
the clipper's vibrations tickled him, but the other three were either too
stoic (Robin) or too far gone into infatuation and submission to do
anything but sigh. Sleek now, the villains led their subjects to one of the
shower stations. Pressed up against the wall, the boys, for the first time
in their lives, experienced an enema hose snaking into their guts. Those
same guts filled up with warm water, and the boys gasped as they were told
to void into buckets before having their guts filled again. Over and over,
the boys were cleansed until their water from their enemas ran clean. Only
then did the villains push the boys under showerheads and scrub their
bodies clean. The suds felt oddly exhilarating to Robin, and he was truly
sorry when the intimate ablutions ended – except that the drying off
gave Stallion another chance to feel the Boy Wonder all over once again.

"Back in a line, boys," Stallion said, "And, Leo, let go of Changeling's
dick and go get the dog oil."

When the naked Titans stood once more in a row, the villains used the oil
to massage their captives' bodies.

"You'll enjoy dog oil," Stallion smarmed, "It'll get rid of those nasty
inhibitions."

Starting at the shoulders, the villains worked the dog oil into young skin
until the boys fairly glowed. It felt so good, Robin thought, as Stallion's
fingers worked over his body. As the villain stroked away, some circuit
clicked shut in Robin's endocrine system, allowing the young hero's cock at
last to respond appropriately to the stimulation. The churning in the Boy
Wonder's balls seeped up to the base of his shaft, and in short order 9
inches of straight-boy meat jutted proudly out from Robin's crotch. And he
wasn't alone. The other three Titans now sported roaring erections of their
own as their manly captors ended their measured erotic massages by stepping
behind their subjects. Hands reached around the heroes' waists and treated
the heroes' stiff rods to some dedicated stroking.

"Fuck!" sighed Robin.

"Thank you, sir," Speedy whispered.

"Oh, daddy!" Changeling gasped as Leo teased the nerve bundle of his
frenulum.

Jericho only husked out a "Huh huh huh."

Warm salty goo leaked from the heads of the Titans' cocks, and a squelching
sound now accompanied the stroking of their rods.

"Oh oh oh" Robin moaned as Stallion masturbated him closer and closer to
shooting his load.

The villain's fingers had also found the hollow of the Boy Wonder's throat
and were teasing him mercilessly as he nibbled his ear.

"Sooo gooood!" Robin whined.

Robin's fellows were expressing similar sentiments. They were all in the
zone now, giving in to the process and hoping that their exquisite torture
would either be over soon or last forever. Little did they imagine...

"Okay, that's enough of that," Stallion said, releasing Robin's shaft and
stepping around in front of the unfulfilled Boy Wonder to admire his
handiwork. And admire was the word; a man would have to be missing his
pulse not to be moved to must by the sight of the hero's neat and trim
physique and his raging hard-on..

"Superb," Stallion purred, "Let's get some measurements."

Under other circumstances, the Titans would have been mortified at the idea
of having their rigid cocks measured, but they weren't. Mortification and
outrage were beyond them.

"9 inches," Stallion cried out from Robin's crotch before handing the tape
measure on for Vinnie to take Speedy's measure.

"9 more here," Vinnie said, "Whaddaya know, a matched set."

"8 ½ inches," Maverick said as he measured Jericho's cock. (If Maverick
was disappointed that his chosen stud came in second place in the dick
department, so far, he didn't show it. The way he ground against the hero's
butt showed he was much more interested in another part of the young hero's
anatomy.)

"10 ½ fucking inches" Leo crowed, and he double-checked his measurement
of Changeling's dark green love-muscle. "Whodda thunk it?! Junior has the
blue ribbon dick."

"Yeah, that meat is nothing to sneer home about," Stallion said, "But when
it's all said and done, it's what you do with hard dick that really
matters."

"Holy heroes in heat," Robin thought, "Does he mean...?"

Maverick and minions snickered as Stallion took hold of Jericho's 8 ½
inch hard-on and used it to lead the blond towards the fuck
benches. Passing the first row, the villain chose the far right
bench. Putting Jericho in place behind the bench, Stallion guided the boy's
hero-cock towards the end of the bench. The villains knew what was up, but
the other three Titans stood there, staring, fascinated by what they were
seeing. Stallion pushed Jericho's pelvis up against the end of the bench
and the handsome blond Titan gasped as his cock disappeared inside a sleeve
in the bench's padding.

"Feel that, Jericho, there's a flesh-jack in the end of the bench here,"
Stallion said, and Robin noticed for the first time there were fuckable
holes in the two benches facing them as well. Presumably, the last bench
was set up the same way. His cockhead wept another pearl of precum.

"Show me how much of a man you are, stud," the villain said to his handsome
captive. "Fuck that hole."

Stallion helped the blond mentalist get a handhold on the bench Jericho
immediately began working his hips, thrusting his dick into the hot lubed
hole and pulling the length back out. The squelch of the heroes'
precum-lubed jack-off session was nothing like the sound that accompanied
Jericho's fucking of the bench.

"Unnnnnnnnngh," Jericho groaned. It had been too long since he had gotten
laid, and no matter what the circumstances he was going to make the most of
this! It never occurred to him to disobey Stallion. He wanted to fuck. He
had to fuck! It was a moral imperative!

Stallion looked over at the three remaining Titans. All three stood
watching, open-mouthed in shock, and their hard cocks bobbed in sympathy to
Jericho's display of his breeding acumen. Robin had never seen his buddy in
action like this before. God, where had he learned to fuck like that; he
was so reserved. But he was fucking, and the Boy Wonder's cock was
demanding the same rights. Fuck, he needed to stick his dick in hot, wet
hole and pound it like—well, like a dog.

"Well, what are you standing there for?" Stallion demanded, "Don't your
dicks work? Chose a bench and a hole and start fucking, studs."

The heroes broke from their places and dashed to the nearest unclaimed
bench. A moment later, the whole room was filled with the sound of four fit
young men doing their level best to get their fucking rocks off. Groans
were groaned, moans moaned, and Robin sighed "Holy pocket pussy!" as he
ground away at his bench.

"The dog oil works, I see," Maverick said as he came to stand by Stallion's
side.

"Yeah, lacing their massage oil with concentrated pheromones really seems
to have done the trick," Stallion said. "It's working exactly as our kinky
friend from STAR Labs said it would. While they're under the dog oil's
influence they'll eagerly fuck anything we put in front of them. Man,
woman..."

"The produce department at the Piggly Wiggly," Maverick finished for him.

"Me?" said Leo.

"Each other?" Vinnie asked eagerly.

"Don't you know it. At fourth level, all their minds can grasp right now is
that they've got to fuck something. We point, they fuck. What could be
easier?"

"I'm kind of conflicted," Maverick owned, "It ought to bother me to see how
a man can be reduced to this state so easily."

"That's the villain game, brother," Stallion said, clapping his student's
shoulder

Maverick nodded and said, "When I stop to think about what my life on the
streets was, though, and how everything is slanted to fuck you over, well,
you know, I figure fuck it. Whatever it takes to get ahead."

"Epiphany," Stallion said, "Do the best with what you have."

The pheromone duo fist-bumped and wandered among their bench-fucking
captives murmuring encouragements.

"Slow it down, Speedy," Stallion advised, "Make it last. I know you want to
cum but take your time. I enjoy watching you give that hole a good
dicking."

"Yes, sir," Speedy gasped, "Slowing down."

"All of you boys," Stallion said, rubbing away at his own hard-on in
appreciation, "Fuck slow and deep. Give me a show I'll remember. You do
want to make me happy, right?"

Obediently, the sex-starved Titans switched over from quantity to quality
hole-pounding. Jericho was in his own little world, but the other three had
their eyes on Stallion, gauging their performance against what they saw in
his face. Stallion had pulled his own cock out by now and was putting on a
show of his own for their benefit. And it wasn't just Stallion jerking off
like a monkey. His three associates were also flogging their cocks like
there was no tomorrow. They had never in their lives seen a sex-show like
this. Happily, they'd be able to remember it forever because while Stallion
was videocasting the whole session to the Martels, he was also making a
copy for his (and therefore their) personal use. Whether Stallion shared
the footage any further was a question for another day.

Eventually, Stallion allowed the Titans to speed up their fucking, and
their raging young hormones gave voice to thanks and praise.

"Thank ... you, ... sir!" Changeling howled, "Fucking ... love ... fucking
... for your!"

Stallion knew that the boys couldn't hold out much longer, so gave his
permission for them to end their first training session.

"Shoot, boys! Cum for me!" Stallion said, "Show me how much jizz you've got
stored up in those swollen balls!"

"Oh fuck, Stallion!" the green teen cried, "I'm gonna pop!"

"Shoot on the bench, Changeling," Stallion ordered, "The sperm must flow!"

Although concerned with their own orgasms, Robin and Speedy watched (and
Jericho listened) as Changeling took his last couple of thrusts.

"Cumming!" the youngest Titan screamed, "Fucking cumming!"

Changeling's lithe green body went rigid as he pulled out. His cock pumped
seven ropes of sperm onto the black leather of the bench, and while he shot
he made incoherent, almost animal, noises of pleasure.

"Fugh! Argh! Gah!"

"Shit, boy," Stallion said, standing alongside the orgasming young hero,
rubbing patting the green ass in encouragement, "Whatever it was that made
you this color did a number on your nuts too. I never saw so much jizz in
one go."

Stallion looked at the other Titans and said, "Well, what're you waiting
for. You going to let junior here steal the show? Show him how much spunk
you can pump out!"

The older Titans took the challenge seriously and went into fuck overdrive
mode. Roy came next, nothing so wild as Changeling, but he managed it with
a greater vocabulary.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" the archer howled as puddles of jizz spotted the
bench, "Look at me, Stallion! Look at me cumming for you! Look at all the
sperm I have for you!"

Stallion was amused that Speedy had managed to hold onto control of his
speech centers so well. He wondered how and why.

Robin showed himself to be a Boy Wonder in every way when he spurted out
almost as much man-goo as Changeling had.

"Holy fuck!" he howled, as every part of his reproductive system hit 12 on
the dial. "Holy Old Faithful, Stallion!"

Stallion smothered a laugh.

"I wonder what Batman would think if he could hear that?" the villain
mused.

Now the three newly-nutted Titans got to watch as Jericho rocketed to the
heights of passion himself. His thrusts become frantic, then
uneven. Finally the hero's tight young body stiffened, and he shuddered
through a silent mouth-wide-open orgasm as his cockhead spat out wad after
wad. When the shudders stopped, Stallion slapped the blond on the ass.

"Damn, boy," Stallion said. "That was hot. All of you, that was hot as
hell. Fucking and cumming like that, that's how you impress the Italian
Stallion. Now, as a reward, you can climb up onto your benches and crash."

Ignoring the fact that the benches were decorated with their cum, the spent
heroes clambered up and collapsed in sweaty exhaustion. Robin could never
remember an orgasm taking so much out of him before. It was nice of
Stallion to give them a break.

Yeah. As if.

"Leo," Stallion said, "Fetch the pig oil. Time for the next exercise."

"Pig ... oil?" Robin sighed.

"Pig oil," Stallion said to the Boy Wonder, though he said it loudly enough
for all his captive Titans to hear, "The dog oil only breaks down
inhibitions enough so that anyone under its influence feels the need to
fuck something and doesn't care what the circumstances are. The pig oil
expands on that. Once we get you dosed with it, the last of your
inhibitions will melt away. You'll not only fuck but you'll get fucked,
too."

"Get fucked?" Speedy croaked; he didn't sound displeased.

"Yeah, Red," Stallion said, "Man, woman, barnyard animal..."

"The produce department at the Piggly Wiggly," Maverick said, laughing.

"Could you find a new joke, Mav?" Stallion said, glad that the dogs had
held their tongues, "But yeah, you'll take anything in any one of your
fuckable holes and love it. And you'll find ways to pleasure as many cocks
as come at you. One, two, three .. eight. And you'll get creative as fuck
about it."

The villains were now using liberal amounts of the pig oil to massage their
captives into an even more depraved state of sexual arousal. You could see
the boys' slack muscles pass through a state of relaxation before tensing
for action again.

Stallion showed special attention, Robin thought, to his thighs after
working the knots out of his shoulders. (The Titans' leader carried way too
much stress across his back, Stallion thought. He really needed a good
massage, and it was just Stallion's luck that he was the lucky masseur.)
Talented fingers moved to the inside of the Boy Wonder's thighs and inched
their way up towards the cleft in his legendary ass. When the villain
teased Robin's sphincter, the boy tensed, but only for a second. Almost
immediately, the pig oil did its job. The Boy Wonder's body shifted from
gotta fuck to gotta get fucked mode, and his guardian muscle relaxed.

"Please," Robin sighed.

He didn't need to say any more. Stallion, with utmost gentleness, slid his
finger past the muscle and introduced the hero to a brave new world.

"Oh ... fuck!" Robin moaned as Stallion explored inside his body, "Holy
... fuck!"

Stallion leaned over and whispered into Robin's ear, "Lover boy, I promise
you that I'm going to see that every part of this glorious body gets holy
fucked like you could never imagine. You like that idea?"

"Yes ... please ... fuck ... me," Robin practically whined.

"That is that idea."

But for one brief final moment Robin's sense of leadership surfaced.

"My ... friends?" he groaned as Stallion ran an errant fingertip over his
prostate.

"Don't worry, stud," Stallion said, "Your buddies are going to be just as
fucked as you. That's part of the plan. Now, let's get you hooked up for
the next lesson."