Date: Thu, 24 Jun 2021 18:37:37 -0400
From: mr.evan.andrews@gmail.com
Subject: The New Teen Titans vs the Italian Stallion chapter 8

The New Teen Titans vs. the Italian Stallion
Chapter Eight: So You Think You Can Dance
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.

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 is porn
star Vince Rockland as the Italian Stallion. Spotlight, Bobby, is based on
Sunspot from Marvel, but only barely.

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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Dick felt all wrong, and, dammit, it was the clothes' fault.

The Italian Stallion had breezed into the Stable and roused his boys early.

"Up!" he said, "Get up. You have a field trip to make today."

"Field trip?" Roy asked, stretching and yawning.

"Yeah, and stop wasting time. Put these on," Stallion said as he tossed
some pieces of clothing onto the bed.

The Titan boys stared for a moment. There were four white knit tank-tops
and four pairs of light nylon running shorts. Green, red, baby-blue and
white, the boys had no trouble guessing which pair was meant for which
boy. There were also four thongs similarly color coded. Tube socks and
sneakers completed the ensemble.

"What are you waiting for?" Stallion demanded, "Get dressed."

Dick picked up the green thong and stepped into it.

"Are you sure this is going to fit?" he asked. "There doesn't seem to be
much here."

"Pull it on and stuff your junk into the pouch," Stallion said. "I think
you'll be surprised."

"And," the villain thought, "I want to see if that money I slipped my pet
S.T.A.R. Labs egghead was worth it."

Dick was amazed to find that not only did his junk fit in the thong, but
the reason for that was that the fabric of the pouches stretched to fit. In
fact the fit was too good. Some might even have called it obscene—not
that Dick's definition of obscenity was what it had been mere weeks
before. Since his thong fit, Dick assumed Joe and Roy's would too, but
Gar... He turned and saw that even Gar's massive cock was completely
covered by the thong, the genitals hugged by the fabric. But the thong left
nothing to the imagination. Not for Gar. Not for any of them.

"Fuck," the Boy Wonder thought, "It was almost like the pouches have been
spray-painted on."

Tanks and shorts slid on easily, and the boys sat down on their old fuck
benches to pull on the socks and sneakers. Stallion gave them a moment to
glance at themselves in the mirror and primp. They looked good, and they
wouldn't stick out. (Well, except for Gar, of course.) For all intents and
purposes, the Titans looked like four hot young jocks out for an innocent
run.

Following Stallion up a zigzagging staircase, they found themselves on a
loading dock (maybe in another building?) where a van was waiting for
them. They clambered into the back (this wasn't the one that had brought
them to the Stable originally but one with real seats), and Stallion drove
them all around the city before stopping at last at a seedy back door in a
dingy alley.

"Here we are," Stallion said, "Climb out and wait for me beside the
door. The villain parked and locked the van and joined his patient foursome
of fuck slaves. He pulled out a key and unlocked the door. The door opened
easily and noiselessly, and the Titans stepped inside to find themselves in
a backstage area. There were doors to one side, the open one showing a
dressing room with different costumes and an array of props, and ahead of
them was a main stage. As they stepped onto that stage, it took Roy only a
second to realize it was not a theater but the main stage in a strip
club. Lights were trained on the stage itself, on the runway leading out
into the audience, and on the far stage where a stripper pole had been
mounted, leaving the audience the anonymity of shadow. A couple of go-go
cages scattered around the sides of the room completed the scene.

As they took this all in, the Titans heard the back door open and close
again and turned to see who had come in. Footsteps crossed the
backstage. And a compelling young voice said, "These them, Rocky?" with a
Carioca accent.

The Titans found themselves facing (or rather staring at) a young man of
about their own age. His skin was a rich brown, and his hair so black it
had blue highlights. His body (Dick started to drool) was a match for
theirs in delectability. He had generous pecs, a tight waist, finely
muscled arms, and legs to die for. The strong thighs issued from skimpy
yellow running shorts where a generous bulge suggested equipment that
rivaled Gar's. A cropped tank that showed off his abdominals was all he
wore up top. His smiling mouth was framed by a wicked goatee. The boys were
so star-struck that none of them caught that this vision had used
Stallion's real name.

"They are. Whaddaya ya think?"

The vision dropped a bag on a table and stepped forward. The Titans, used
to being appraised by now, stood nonchalantly while the Brazilian stud
checked them out.

"My friend," he said at last, "I think they'll work out fine."

"Good," Stallion said, "Then you can start lessons right away. I've got
errands to attend to, and an important meeting, but you can trust my prize
studs here to behave themselves. Am I right boys?"

The Titans reacted to the word "lessons". Since that word and hot sex were
inextricably linked in their minds now, they all began to get erect.

"That's a yes if I ever saw one," the Brazilian stud laughed as he noticed
the Titans' reaction.

"Boys," Stallion said, "This is Spotlight, one of the hottest strippers
ever to grace a stage. What he doesn't know isn't worth knowing. Do what he
tells you, when and how he tells you, and you can't go wrong. When I get
back, I want him to be able to give me a good report on how much you've
learned."

"Yes, sir," the four Titans said in a Greek chorus.

"Good."

Stallion turned to Spotlight and shook his hand.

"Bobby, they're all yours," Stallion said before heading off into the
backstage.

The back door opened and closed again, and the Titans found themselves
alone with their new teacher.

"Right," Spotlight said, "Let's start you with some basic moves..."


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"Spread out. We'll work you up to group dances eventually, but right now
you need to know how you can, individually, own the center stage. As a
dancer, you want every eye in the joint trained on you and only you, so
let's get provocative. Sway your hips, move from the waist down. Don't
worry about footwork, arms, or upper body just yet. They're nothing if you
don't have those hips working properly. Go!"

Spotlight demonstrated what he wanted, and the boys swayed and swiveled
following his lead. The stripper began to clap out a rhythm, and soon they
were all working in unison. Roy was the best at picking up the moves, but
Gar was enthusiastic and Joe a hard worker. Dick on the other hand,
remembering somethings he'd seen travelling the world with Bruce, tried to
see if he could integrate some moves he'd seen in the South Pacific and
Hawaii.

"Excellent, Green," Spotlight said. (Since Stallion hadn't given him their
names, he decided just to go by their color-coded shorts.) "That's the way
to get the audience's attention. You others see? The bent knees forces the
audience's eyes right to your package. Give it a try."

The other three Titans looked at Dick, and tried to follow his lead, with
varying degrees of success. Roy, once again, picked up the moves quickly,
but Gar was too wild, and Joe showed all too well that his dance experience
had been classical stuff like ballet. It was beautiful, but a smidge too
stiff.

"Good job, Red. White and Blue, meh. But don't worry. If you've had any
other dance training, see if you can make it mesh with what we're trying to
accomplish here. We'll come up with signature moves for all of you later."

It turned out that Joe, when he could be coaxed outside his comfort zone,
was a master at showing off his thighs and sweet ass. Spotlight praised him
and told the others to try out his moves too. Roy had some B-boy
experience, but Gar was still a problem. Spotlight was patient and got him
coached to a passable basic standard of performance. It was clear to the
teacher that he'd find this this kid's talents in some routine rather than
as a stand-in-place dancer. Maybe the stripper pole? Maybe lap dancing?
Turning to the table, he pulled a compact sound system out and put on some
mood music.

"Okay, now that you boys've got the hips, put your hands behind your head
and let that sway work itself up into your torso. Don't move your feet
yet. You want to use your bodies and just your bodies to make people desire
you. That's the key to the game, desire. Follow my lead and go!"

Putting hands behind heads brought more attention to the boys' developed
pectorals and abdominals, expanding their desirability. Watching them,
Spotlight could feel even himself being lured into admiration.

"Damn you, Stallion," he thought, "You are such a lucky bastard to have dug
up a set of boys like these."

The Titans swayed that way for a while until Spotlight said, "Right. Now
add some forward motion. Hump the air in front of you. During a
performance, a few people will be looking at your face and a lot more at
your torsos (especially once the clothes come off) but most will be fixated
by your meaty bulges."

Dick looked down and saw that, yeah, his slightly more than half hard cock
was making quite a bulge in his shorts. Apparently that damned thong was
able to accommodate his erect cock as well as his flaccid one. He tried a
few quick thrusts forwards and then tried to integrate the forward motion
with the sway they'd already mastered. His feet, unbidden, his feet started
to work. Now that all his body was involved he really felt like he was
getting the knack of the dancing.

"Yeah, Green," Spotlight called out, "Feed the fantasy. I don't know where
you got those hula moves, but use them! The rest of you, bring footwork
into the fantasy too. Now don't take steps; just let your feet follow where
the hips are leading"

Roy and Joe's eyes met, and they began to try to out-grind the other. Joe
was always best with working in a team environment, and Roy made a great
partner, clearly outdancing his partner while still making him an integral
part of the show. But it was Gar that now stole that show. His feet had
more travel in them that the others', and he oozed across the stage like
sex incarnate. What sealed his success was the fact that he was clearly
turned on as he could get short of cumming, and his big dick was at full
staff and pouting precum. The thong contained even that mass, and the
fluid, though how it did Dick had no clue.

Spotlight rubbed his own crotch. Fuck. Okay, the boys had gotten the basics
down, now he could either head off into group moves, or he could indulge
himself.

"Enough!" he called, "Get down off the stage and sit in the first row
there. I'm going to show you how to give a lap dance."

The Titans sat, and watched as Spotlight, in command of the runway, put on
a show for them.

"First, watch my body, but pay attention to my hands," Spotlight said,
"Watch how they frame the show. Where hands move, eyes will follow."

The cocoa-skinned stud's hands roamed (That was the only word for it) over
his upper body, starting with his arms, playing up the muscles there. They
teased his nipples erect, and after that he seductively ran them down his
sides until his was stroking his eight-pack abs.

"Are you with me, boys?"

They nodded, entranced by the show.

"Good, now watch this."

The stripper took hold of the crop-top and pulled it up over his head to
catch behind his neck. Spotlight's hands now took on the challenge of
showing off his pecs. And the show was definitely worth it. The Brazilian's
chest, was smooth as had his belly been, and as his underarms were. Roy
wondered if he naturally hairless, shaved, or if he had braved it and gone
for a Brazilian wax. The archer had done that just once and swore never to
again.

As Spotlight continued to toy with his nipples, he assessed his
audience. He had their total attention, and the Titans that had not been
fully hard before were now. They wriggled in their seats as they tried to
find a comfortable position. Not that Spotlight cared really. The Brazilian
was in his element now. His hands made their way down towards his basket
where they formed a triangle to frame what the stripper had hanging, and
the Titans all gulped at what the now saw. His yellow shorts were distended
by a cock that had to be at least as big as Gar's.

"Enough of this," Spotlight said. "Give the customer enough of a show to
get him hot, but leave the really serious bump and grind until you're face
to face with him. Like this."

The Brazilian let it drop, and then came to rest on his butt. He thrust his
pelvis a few times and then seductively rolled off the runway to face the
four boys. He had their rapt attention, especially when he turned his back
and straddled Roy. The redhead stared google-eyed at Spotlight's bubble
butt and licked his lips.

"Exactly," the stripper said over his shoulder. "That's what you want—a
client that's ravenous for your body. Your job is to feed that hunger. Red,
what do you say? How hungry are you?"

Roy could only stare. A bead of drool appeared at the corner of his mouth,
and that was answer enough.

"You are hungry. Good. How about your friends?"

Spotlight stepped over to Dick and gave him his own show. Then Joe got his
treat, and finally Gar. Gar was so turned on that he reached out and tried
to stroke Spotlight's ass.

"No!" Spotlight said as he slapped Gar's hand away. "Never let the client
touch you, at least not with his hands. Faces fine, but not hands. You can
touch him, but never the other way round. The dancer is in control of the
dance at all times. Got it?"

Gar nodded, and to show he had learned the lesson, he leaned forward and
instead kissed Spotlight's ass.

The stripper looked at his other students and demanded, "You three getting
this too?"

"Yes, sir!" Dick and Roy said, and Joe nodded emphatically.

"Okay. White, since you set up this teaching moment," Spotlight said, "I'll
give you a reward."

The hunky Brazilian turned around and presented his bulge.

 "Lick me," he said.

As Gar leaned forward again, Spotlight placed his hands behind the
green-haired head and forced the young hero's face into his crotch. Gar was
entranced by the scent of Spotlight's masculinity, and he rubbed his face
up against the bulge like he was a cat scent-marking. Spotlight directed
him for a few minutes and then said, "Go ahead. Pig out, boy."

Gar, sighing, pressed his lips against the yellow fabric of Spotlight's
shorts and ran his tongue over the Brazilian's cloth-shrouded cock. He
kissed it up to the fat head and back down to the base. Then, after
shooting Spotlight an entreating look and getting a nod of permission, the
green-skinned cock-suck slave licked all around the head, leaving the nylon
wet with saliva.

Spotlight watched his students closely. Good. They all lusted for his
body. As he abandoned Gar and moved to Joe, Spotlight decided that Rocky
had done his job damn well.  The blond worshipped his sex unashamedly. Then
the redhead eagerly. Finally the raven-haired stud mouthed the Carioca
bulge as though his life depended on it. Fuck. Whoever ended up running
these boys should count himself beyond lucky.

"Right," the stripper said, stepping away from Dick's pursed lips and
lolling tongue, "Everybody back on stage, and let's try running a few
routines."

The next few hours concentrated on teaching the boys the subtle (yeah, but
really) art of moving as a unit, of making their masculinity seem even more
so by precision motion. They got one or two routines down, and Dick
surprised his teacher by making a few inspired suggestions. Spotlight
especially liked the hero's observation that they might do well with a
soloist while the rest played background dancers. Once they were all
comfortable with that, they'd have four separate numbers, or they could run
them together as one long piece. The professional in Spotlight was almost
sorry when it came time get back to the very basics.

"Okay, boys, now I want you to strip for me."

Looking confused for a second, Dick, Joe, and Gar proceeded to pull off
their shoes.

"Dammit, don't you know how to follow orders?" Spotlight barked, "I didn't
tell you to take your clothes off. I told you to strip. Look at Red there;
he's got the idea."

Roy had gone back to running his hands over his body and was currently
teasing Spotlight by flashing his abs.

"See? Ease your shirts off like he is. Make it a show."

Following Roy's lead, the Titans slowly exposed their chests. Letting the
shirts fall to the stage, they teased their nipples hard and ran gentle
fingers over their thorax muscles.

"Yeah," Spotlight breathed, "Now, do the same with your shorts. Show me how
you'll sell your asses to the client."

Hands were soon massaging firm ass cheeks and providing a framing element.

"Now, tease me. Show me part of your butts, but not the whole thing. It's
strip tease," Spotlight said, emphasizing the word "tease".

But the boys had gotten the idea, and they displayed more or less ass to
their teacher as they ground to the music.

"Now, face forward and do the same thing with your crotches. Rocky told me
you were hung, but that's not enough. I know a guy with only six inches
whose dancing can have an entire room eating out of his hand—even the
straights."

Hands strayed across the taunt nylon fabric of the boys' shorts, showing
off their hard dicks and the hang of their testicles. Joe even took some
initiative and lifted the leg of his shorts to show off the pouch of his
thong.

"What the hell, Blue?" Spotlight said, "How can your shorts be tented like
that while you still have your junk covered? Fuck, this I have got to
see. Shorts off now."

Joe turned and teased the waist of his shorts down over his butt. The wispy
nylon fell to the floor, and the bond stepped out of them, all the while
swaying his ass at his teacher. The string of his thong ran up his
ass-crack to meet the waistband leaving nothing to the imagination.

"The rest of you! Same thing!" Spotlight said.

Once bare-assed, the four Titans turned in unison and gave their teacher
the view he'd wanted. The super-science fabric of the thong accommodated
their erections, hugging their junk close. Damn! Spotlight knew he needed
to get hold of some of these thongs for himself. The Titans proceeded to
wrap hands around their bulges and stroke the cock within from root to head
and back, over and over, jacking themselves off without giving any glimpse
of real raw cock. They cupped their balls and then circled the hang of
their nutsacks like a ball stretcher. Without waiting for permission, Dick
ran his right hand down inside the pouch of his thong and began to fully
masturbate his raw prick.

"Sweet mother of God," Spotlight said, "Slowly, boys, but I need to see you
stark naked."

Joe and Dick did an ass tease the way Joe had when he dropped his shorts,
but Gar and Roy just pulled the waist of their thongs out. Roy's shlong
peeked out the side, but Gar's monster shot up against his belly flinging a
thread of precum. They watched Spotlight, gauging from his face when it was
time to proceed, and soon all four stood jaybird naked, still dancing with
their proud erections joining in the dance at last.

Spotlight wanted nothing more than to throw the boys to the floor and fuck
the shit out of each and every one of them, but they needed to rehash the
routines they'd just learned, fine-tuning their moves so that swaying
man-cock became part of the show. Fucking these boys was just going to have
to wait. Rocky was really going to owe him when this day was over.

The rest of the day they concentrated on naked dancing. What to do when a
client wanted to watch a JO session or what to do when he wanted to watch
one of them cum.

As the boys fell to their knees and beat their meat until the white gold
flew through the air, Spotlight could only shake his head. He'd never had
such good students. Somebody was about to get a gift he didn't deserve in
the least.

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"So, how did my boys do?" Stallion asked. His prize students were lined up
across the stage wearing nothing more than their color coded running
shorts.

"I think it'd be better if they showed you. Take a seat, and, boys-- hit
it!" Spotlight said as he hit the music.

The first notes swelled through the room, and Titans began to dance, first
on stage, and then onto and down the runway. Facing Stallion and Spotlight,
wearing just their shorts, no thongs that Stallion could see, the boys
displayed their sleek muscular bodies. The sight of the erections that
began to tent the fabric as they swayed, and as the rods rubbed against the
teasing fabric the shorts showed growing sex-juice stains. Meanwhile the
boys' hands did fascinating things across sweaty muscles as their bodies
swayed and contorted to the music. Elements of Dick's hula, Joe classical
ballet, Roy's former b-boy phase, and Gar's animal grace had been shared
during the day and combined. The boys were riveting when standing still,
but in motion they were hypnotic . Bodies, legs, feet, hands and arms all
combined to make this the strip show of all strip shows.

"Damn, Bobby!" Stallion said.

"You like what you're seeing? Just wait."

Spotlight clapped his hands and the newly-minted strippers turned and
started sliding their flimsy shorts down over their fine asses. The fabric
fell to their feet, and the boys slowly turned. As they did, their dicks
become part of the dance as well.

"You got rid of the thongs?" Stallion asked.

"Yeah, I figured they could show you how their woodies will those out
later, in private. For this show, I wanted as little as possible between
them and us," Spotlight said. "By the way, those thongs are amazing. Where
did you get them?"

"Oh," Stallion was grinning, "I have a secret connection at S.T.A.R. Labs,
believe it or not. This guy's interested in studying my pheromone powers
with an eye towards recreating them, and he has access to some of the
miracle fabrics some hero uniforms are made of. The fabric the thongs are
made of, would you believe they considered it a failure? It showed off too
much, apparently."

"Wait, S.T.A.R. Labs? Are you crazy? What if the guy decides to
double-cross you and turn you over to the good guys?"

"Not going to happen."

"And you know this how?"

"How? Because I know (and I can prove) that he's been using what he's
learned from me to score with the chicks. If he squeals on me, he'll go
down too."

"Speaking of going down let me show you your boys' final exam. Boys, lap
dance time!"

The naked Titans slithered off the runway and swayed towards Stallion and
Spotlight. As they advanced, they separated. Dick and Roy followed their
hard cocks straight towards their teachers, Dick heading for Spotlight, Roy
for Stallion. Joe and Gar in the meanwhile took either side, sliding around
back of their chosen hunk. Their hands made contact with muscular shoulders
and began to massage them. Dick and Roy waved their 9 inch dicks in front
of their clients for a moment or two, and then straddled them. Hands that
had been roaming over the dancers' bodies just a minute ago now caressed
and teased their clients' chests. (Where had those shirts gone?) Roy
ruffled Stallion's hair teasingly, and they both leaned over. Face to face,
they almost kissed their clients, but instead they up and turned so that
their fuckable asses swayed in the teachers' faces. Stallion who had been
fucking Roy's ass for a while now and was familiar with its ins and outs
still got turned on by the show the redhead was putting on. The boys teased
them this way a little, but then got to business, sitting down and grinding
away. Dick could feel how Spotlight's monster cock had escaped his shorts
and was laying down a layer of precum in his ass-crack. Roy was almost
laughing. Stallion's hard cock was still trapped in his leather pants, and
he was at the redhead's mercy.

"Fuck!" Stallion sighed.

Spotlight pulled Joe around to stand beside him and started sucking the
blond's 8 inches. The stripper's monster gave a little leap, and Dick
turned his head to take in the sight.

"Can anyone play?" the raven-haired stud asked.

Spotlight declined to answer. Instead he repositioned Joe so that Dick
could share sucking Joe's dick.

"Dammit, you taught these boys good, Rocky," Spotlight said.

"You should try fucking them."

"Oh, I was counting on that. Hot ass is an integral part of the striptease
teacher's standard pay," and that said Spotlight reclaimed Joe's cock and
got back to the business of sucking its length.

Stallion didn't suck cock himself. (Probably because of his having been
brought up in a heavily macho culture.) Other people were free to do
whatever they wanted though. Like the whore grinding away on his
lap. Stallion could tell Roy was jealous of what Dick was getting, and as a
reward Stallion pulled Gar around so that Roy could suck himself silly on
Gar's shaft.

In the half hour that followed the four boys traded places so that by the
end they had shown off their new skills to both clients. The final pair was
Joe who was dry humping Spotlight's shaft and Gar who had leaned around and
claimed a kiss from Stallion.

"Okay, boys," Spotlight said, breaking off the show before he shot his wad,
"Back in a line. Show position."

Stallion was breathing hard, "I can't believe you taught them all that in
just one day."

"They surprised me too. It was like they were natural strippers and whores,
but I'll bet your training helped a lot in that regard. How long have you
been training them?"

The Titans had gotten used to being talked about as though they weren't
there, but they paid close attention to Stallion and Spotlight as they got
up out of their chairs.

"A week," Stallion said as he inched his tight leather pants down his
thighs.

"Only a week?!" Spotlight said as he kicked his shorts away. "Damn!"

The Brazilian stroked his monster to 11 ½ inches of glory and smiled as
the Titans' jaws dropped. They'd wondered, but the reality was so much more
than they imagined. It always was.

"It's time for me to claim my payment" Spotlight said, "Blue, bend over the
stage and pull your cheeks apart. I don't care how much you've been fucked;
this is going to hurt."

Joe complied and waited in anticipation as Spotlight rubbed the head of his
dick around the blond's sphincter, greasing him up. Then suddenly he
crammed himself in, and the blond delight gave out a squeal and almost
passed out from the pain and pleasure. Beside them, Stallion lifted
big-dicked Gar up to sit on the stage prior to rolling back and spreading
his green thighs. Taking careful aim, the pheromone ranger rammed into his
green slave's hot ass. Both tops fell into a rhythm, fucking their boys had
and thoroughly. Joe keened as his ass strove to accommodate Spotlight's
giant shlong. Gar, always the showoff, screamed, "God! Yes! Fuck! Fuck me!
Fuck me, Stallion! Breed my boy hole!"

Dick and Roy stood by, waiting their turns, until Roy got tired of being a
spectator. The redhead pressed himself against Spotlight's backside and
watched over his shoulder as huge Brazilian dick pile-drivered in and out
of Joe's tight ass. Spotlight pulled Roy around and kissed him hard as he
fucked away. Dick didn't have the gall to treat Stallion the same
way. Instead he came to his knees behind the villain and began to worship
Stallion's ass, licking his way across the cheeks before giving his tongue
leave to explore Stallion's sweaty crack. Stallion growled contentedly as
the Boy Wonder worked his way down towards the villain's tight sphincter.

When Spotlight was done with Roy's mouth, he motioned him up onto the
runway. Instinctively Roy stood, straddling Joe's body and presented his 9
inches to Spotlight could suck him some more Titan dick.

Stallion was grooving on the feeling of Dick licking around his guardian
muscle. He'd never give it up, of course. Getting fucked was entirely
outside his genre, but he made a mental note to make sure the dogs could
lick a sweaty asshole from here on out.

"Green," Spotlight said, "I want your ass now."

The Brazilian pulled out of Joe's fuck-hole and leaned back against the
runway. He held his monster out and said, "Back your ass onto this, boy."

Dick pressed back against Spotlight and tried to relax as the monster cock
slid its chocolate length up inside him.

"Fuck!" the Boy Wonder sighed.

"Exactly," Spotlight said, and, putting his hands around Dick's waist, he
pulled the stud down until he was fully seated.

Dick had left sighs behind now and was screaming, "Fuck! Yes, fuck!" as
Spotlight thrust and withdrew all the while controlling Dick's hips. It was
magnificent fucking, and Dick was clearly only along for the ride—which
was hot in and of itself.

"Please," the Boy Wonder prayed, "Please let this cock be inside me,
fucking me, when they let me cum!"

Joe had taken advantage of the current action to lean over Spotlight's
shoulder and kiss his way across to the Brazilian's full lips.

Meanwhile Stallion had pulled Roy down so that he knelt over Gar's spread
body. The redhead's cock was busy pumping away in his junior bro's hole
when Stallion clambered up and, going up onto his toes, started fucking the
archer.

"Ugh ugh ugh!" Roy gurgled as he tried to kiss Gar while fucking him and
being fucked at the same time.

They fucked in various combinations until cumming could no longer be put
off. Joe now knelt on the floor while the other five surrounded him,
flogging their cocks. He stroked his own 8 inches and wondered which stud
would be the first to paint his torso with sperm. Of course it would be
Gar. The green cum-spiggot gasped and a flood of white shot out onto Joe's
shoulder. Dick and Roy followed soon after, splattering his pecs with
sperm. Finally Spotlight and Stallion flanked him.

"Open up, blue," Spotlight said.

Joe let his mouth fall open and waited as the two tops edged closer and
closer. The blond hero knew Stallion's tells, and he had his mouth full
open, his tongue stuck out when the Italian's shaft did what it did
best. Salty goo filled Joe's mouth, but he let it stay there as he turned
his face towards Spotlight. Joe's deep green eyes drilled up into
Spotlight's brown ones, begging for the inevitable flood of jizz. Spotlight
smiled at the touching look and stuck the thick head of his dick into Joe's
oral cavity as he came. Joe refused to swallow and instead let both heavy
loads leak out of his mouth into his cum-speckled boy. And at that point,
Joe's hand completed its task, and roped of cum shot up to join the other
five loads.

Once they'd all cum, Joe fell back on his haunches, and the other Titans
went to their knees alongside him. As his bros licked the blond's body
clean of sperm, Spotlight just stared down in awe.

"You know, Rocky, if that perv friend at S.T.A.R. Labs ever figures out how
you do that juju you do, and if you decide you want an apprentice..."

"You'll be the first one I call," Stallion smiled.