Green Arrow Gets Deathstroked Chapter 3: Arsenal Enters the Game Evan Andrews 2023
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"No!" screamed Ollie, staring in horror at the first video screen where Roy Harper, Arsenal, lay strapped to a medical examination table.
"Oh yes," Slade said as he stroked Ollie's grey goose shaft, "Believe me, you're going to love what I have planned for the laddie in red here."
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Roy lay immobile. Painfully erect, but immobile none the less. Damned straps.
The strap across the redhead's neck kept him from moving his head, and others kept his arms immobile at his sides and his torso in place on the table. Each leg, however. was strapped separately to the divided portion of the table. Roy wondered about that until it came to him that part of the table must be able to pivot and spread his legs. Ominous. Memories of that period when Roy had been so desperate an addict that he was selling his body to be able to afford his next fix flashed into his mind. He winced because some of the things he consented to were inventively obscene—and on more than one occasion they'd involved a set-up like this.
No, things were not looking at all good for Mrs. Harper's redheaded boy.
"You may begin on the other boy now," a gruff voice said over unseen speakers. Roy was almost certain he recognized the voice, but the hard cock currently trying to rip its way through the crotch of his tights was demanding most of his attention.
"About time," a deep voice said, and a man stepped into the spotlight with Roy. Clad all in black with his hair slicked back so that he looked like a '59 Pontiac, there was no way to mistake this man's identity.
"Merlyn?!" Roy said. "What're you doing here?"
"Oh, you'll figure that out soon enough," Malcolm Merlyn, the black archer, said. "But I'll give you a hint."
Merlyn stepped up alongside the redhead and ran a hand down Roy's bound body, from his pectoral muscles down over the abdominals ending up cupping the distended fabric covering Roy's family jewels.
As Merlyn began to massage Roy's package (9 inches hard with a pair of heavy balls, or so the Titan boys had once determined) all the young hero could do was groan. Oh, that and leak precum.
"You enjoy that, do you?" Merlyn purred. "Then you're in luck."
The black archer pulled an arrow out of his quiver and pointed it at Roy's tented crotch.
"No," Roy begged. "Please, not that!"
"Oh, relax," Merlyn said. "Drama queen. This is just easier than carrying a knife."
Merlyn tossed the arrow in the air and caught it right behind the head. Using this improvised blade, he cut a hole in the taunt red fabric of Roy's tights. Unlike Connor, but like Ollie, this hole was extended up far enough for Roy's sexual arsenal to spring out and down far enough for his bared asshole to wink in the spotlight.
Reaching out, Merlyn took Roy's slab of meat in hand and stroked it.
The redhead's groaning took on an air of desperation.
"What are you...?" Roy started, "Why am I...? I don't understand."
"It's simple, boy," Merlyn said, "When you were captured, my partner gave you a great big dose of an `in the mood' drug he got hold of. Every touch to your body now —and it is a wonderous body to play with I must say—rushes naughty impulses straight to the slut centers of your brain."
He ran a thumb over Roy's frenulum.
"Ghyeaugh!" Roy half cried half gurgled.
`Fuck! This guy either knows all of my weak points, or he's willing to try the ones he can think of to isolate them! Either way, this is going to get messy,' Roy thought.
Merlyn's slow hand stroked up and down, driving Roy mad with lust yet never letting him come close to release. The black archer brought Roy close—so close—time and time again, and in a matter of a half hour the young hero was a whimpering mess.
Merlyn leaned over his victim and husked, "I'd bet that you need to cum really bad, boy. Am I right?"
Roy could only nod, but he did so emphatically.
"Well, for you to do that, you need to earn your release," Merlyn said, "Interested?"
"Oh fuck yeah," Roy sobbed. "Tell me what I need to do."
Merlyn released a catch under the table, and the lower section, the part Roy's legs were strapped to, sprang apart, spreading Roy's legs wide.
Fuck! Roy realized his hole was now totally open to assault.
"Aw shit!" the redhead moaned as Merly stepped between the spread thighs.
"Have you guessed yet?" Merlyn said, once again brushing a fingertip over the hero's frenulum.
"Yeah," Roy groaned as his shaft spat out a false orgasm of precum. "Fuck me Merlyn. Fill me with your jizz."
The black archer sank home with no preliminaries, and Roy screamed as his ass took every inch of Merlyn's cock.
"Oh, fuck! Arghhhhh!" Roy screamed. "You're too big!"
Merlyn laughed and got down to the business of breeding the redhead. As he did so he continued his manual manipulation of Roy's throbbing fuck-meat.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!" Roy panted as Merlyn lay a thorough and professional fuck into him while at the same time keeping the hero on edge.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" Roy wailed. "Sooooo fuuuuuck!"
"Glad you're enjoying it, boy. Just let me know when you're ready to be seeded," Merlyn said.
"Just fuck me!" Roy cried. "Fuck me with your big dick!"
Merlyn laughed, and shot Roy a wicked grin.
"That definitely," Merlyn said. "But I shouldn't be greedy. Let's see... Tommy!"
"Oh, fuck!" Roy was beside himself.
Merlyn's son stepped into the light, unzipping and releasing his own 7 ½ inches.
"Speedy," Merlyn said, "You need to suck my boy's dick and swallow his cum before I give you my load. Do you agree to that?"
Whimpering, Roy simply opened his mouth and let Tommy's hard inches fill his mouth.
Father and son got to the business of thoroughly spit-roasting the young hero. Occasionally they traded roles and holes until they considered the redhead sufficiently demeaned to merit their sperm.
It didn't take as long as Merlyn had imagined.
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"Roy," said Ollie. "You... You've..."
"Of course I did," Slade said. "And doesn't it look like he's enjoying it. Connor too. I mean, look at those boys slut out!"
Tears of frustration slid down the Emerald Archer's cheeks.
"And, Ollie," Slade said, "Just so you know. What I've done to those two, I can do to you too."
The villain squeezed Ollie's balls hard.
"Ah!" Ollie cried.
"So swollen with swimmers," Slade smirked, "And now you know exactly what you have to do so you can blow your own wad."
Ollie gasped as Slade's precum lubed fingers now teased his back-hole.
"Are you ready to be bitched, Ollie," Slade said.