All the Myriad Lays Chapter Three: Dulce de Leche Evan Andrews 2022
This is a fan fiction.
The characters in this story are based on characters belonging to and 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. This story exists outside of any DC continuity I'm familiar with. The villainess, Glory Hole is based on AMG personality Glory Holden.
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Despite Glory's pique at being forced to approach Johnny's dread fortress from the outside, she was not at all above using the same tactic on her newly acquired heroes. The entire parade of bound heroes was even now trudging across the plain towards yet another imposing fortress.
As they walked along, Nightwing caught himself staring at Batman's ass. Hypnotized by the play of muscles under the Dark Knight's tights and trunks, Nightwing could still see in his mind Batman's anal aperture being taken by the infernal crimson phallus that had recently fucked away his mentor's anal virginity. Geesh. The Titan had never in his wildest dreams imagined he might see that ass penetrated and fucked, and yet he had. Fucked hard and fucked deep. And someplace in the lurid depths of Nightwing's mind, the young hero was now imagining any number of other cocks fucking that hole. The old stalwarts: Joker, Riddler, and Penguin; Lobo who was watching the bat-ass nearly as closely as he himself was; and, fuck, even Nightwing's own 9 inches—all of them plowing through the tight hole into the warm bat-cunt inside.
(Nightwing knew what he was about. Once his maturing body had started to fill out his revealing Robin costume in ways that were impossible to ignore, he had found that the `Robin the Boy Hostage' sessions took on a new, and darker, complexion. When he was tied up anymore, the villains went out of their way to further demonstrate their power over the burgeoning male. His mouth learned the taste of cock and precum, and his ass had learned how to endure the steely intrusion of man-meat. And cum, he learned to take cum all over his body and inside both fuckable holes. Nightwing was still straight, deep down, but his worldview had acquired a serious ecumenical twist. The Boy Wonder had never told Batman about any of this, though. When he was younger, and they were buddies, it simply never came up. As he grew older, and buddy changed into stern mentor, it was too embarrassing a subject to be discussed.)
Glory's establishment (You couldn't call it a palace, let alone a home) loomed darkly before them, just like Johnny's Tower. Not even the blood-red banners that hung limply from the battlements could mitigate the sense of doom men felt when they beheld it. The line of captive heroes stumbled inside and there came to a sudden halt. Nightwing had expected some grand entrance hall, but instead the six appeared to be in the main playroom of some sort of giant dungeon. A bright light picked the six men out, blinding them. Even if there had been anything to see, they couldn't now.
"On your knees, boys," Glory sang out.
The six captives sank to their knees, and as they did so their costumes dissolved, leaving them dressed in nothing more than a pair of clinging hero trunks (Batman and Red Robin sported black trunks, Nightwing cerulean blue, Red Hood orange, and Signal and the Troy Wonder good old Robin-green) cut to reveal each of them to best advantage. Even their gags were gone, but those had been replaced by more robust metal constructs that forced their jaws apart and held them that way. The rest of their bondage (hobbles, handcuffs, and body-ropes) remained. Batman and Nightwing looked stoic; Red Hood, murderous; and the rest trepidatious. Nightwing could only stare as Lobo continued stroking his straining endowment.
"Well, loves," Glory tittered, "Here we are. Are you ready to start your first lesson?"
A half-trained expert in body-language could have told Glory that the answers ranged from a plain "No" to Red Hood's "And the horse you rode in on, cunt". Typically, she ignored them
"Good! Lobo here is going to get you started. Be fun! Have good!"
And with that, Glory disappeared.
Lobo stepped up to Batman and, unsnapping his codpiece, released the humongous grey cock to slap against the Dark Knight's face.
Batman growled through the jaw spreader, but Lobo teased, "What? What am I going to do? What do you think? Lobo is going to fuck your mouth, Batman. Lobo is going to fuck all your mouths."
Red Hood growled as well.
"What's that? How can poor little me do that to all of you? Easy. I said `Lobo' not me. Boys, front and center!"
Five more Lobos stepped out of the darkness, following their free-swinging cocks towards the other heroes' open mouths.
Nightwing made a confused noise as the first Lobo frottaged his piece all over Batman's cowled face.
"What? How can there be five more Lobos? Simple. If you know where to look you can go out into the multiverse, as Glory did, and recruit as many Lobos as you want."
He leered at Batman.
"Lucky you. Now get ready to chow down on the best cock in every universe, bat-cunt."
The rigid swollen shaft forced its way into Batman's oral cavity, and the Lobo standing in front of Nightwing said, "Your turn, Dick."
"Fuck. He knows my secret identity," Nightwing thought as Lobo aimed a spear of fuck-meat at the young mouth. The Titan was ready to turn his head to avoid the penetration, but a pair of large, strong hands grabbed the young man's head from behind and held him in place.
"Thanks, Lobo, "Lobo said as he ran the leaking head of his shaft around Nightwing's lips.
"My pleasure, Lobo," the same voice said from behind him.
The villain slapped Nightwing's face a few more times with his shaft and then forced the head fully into the Titan's mouth.
"Ooohhhh!" Nightwing groaned. He was sucking cock; he was really sucking cock. Again. In front of Batman, God, and everybody.
"Yeah, you fucking hot sidekick, you've got no option but to take that dick. The Lobo behind you's going to make sure you don't worm out of your face-fucking."
Lobo pulled out of Nightwing's mouth, and, bending down to lick the Titan's cheek, said, "And then I'm going to do the same favor for him. You can look forward to mouthload after mouthload of cock in your immediate future, Dickie. And boatloads of cum."
The great ashy-grey shaft again filled Nightwing's mouth, rasping over his tongue and knocking at the back door of the hero's oral aperture. It had been a while since Nightwing had undergone trial-by-boy-hostage, but in all those encounters he had only once taken a cock as big as Lobo's into his mouth. Bane had come close in girth, but at eleven inches (or maybe a full foot) Lobo's fat and full shaft left it in the dirt. Fuck, Nightwing was deathly afraid that this villain might end up dislocating his jaw.
"Ugh. Ugh. Ugh," the Titan gargled around the plunging shaft.
With grunts and gagging, the hero managed to take more and more of the bounty-hunter's piston as it rammed itself inside and then withdrew. Tears flowed down his cheeks as he thought, "Cum already, you bastard." That had always ended a boy-hostage session. Cumming, however, seemed to be the last thing on Lobo's mind.
The bounty-hunter leered at the cock-filled face.
"You want me to stop, don't you, Dickie?" Lobo said, "You want me just to cum and get it over with? Well you can forget about that. Lobo is going to fuck your mouth and throat WIDE open before he lets you enjoy a cum meal. So just lean back and take it."
Lobo, true to his word, fucked Nightwing's face for nearly a half hour before gasping, "You ready for a mouthful of sperm, Dick?!"
"Do I have a choice?" Nightwing thought as the shaft reamed out his skull.
The head of Lobo's dick expanded, and hot jizz filled Nightwing's mouth. Experience told Nightwing to swallow, which he did. Because of that, the next wad filled his mouth but didn't run out the sides. Again a swallow, and again a jet of cum. Six times in total. Nightwing could imagine, almost feel, the villain's little swimmers wriggling around in his stomach. The Titan gasped for air as Lobo pulled out and managed to pull in several deep breaths as the two Czarnians changed places. As the new Lobo cock started drilling into Nightwing's supposedly newly-opened mouth, Nightwing began to wonder what it might feel like to be taken anally by this cock. Bane had savaged his hole once, true, but Lobo, hmm... Nightwing had a feeling that while the bounty-hunter would fuck as hard as Bane, he might, because of his length, just be a better top than Poison Ivy's drug-fueled crazoid. And then second Lobo came in his mouth.
Nightwing gulped down the man-goo and looked around. Batman and the rest of the Bat Frat were tonsils-deep in grey Czarnian manhood. Hell, Red Robin must even be enjoying it if the distended pouch of his trunks were anything to go by. Then another Lobo, halloed out of the dark.
"Yo! You ready for the second eleven?"
"Second eleven?" Nightwing thought as another dozen Lobos emerged from the dark.
Fuck.