Green Arrow Gets Deathstroked Chapter 5: Fill `Em Up Evan Andrews 2023
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Slade thrust balls deep into Emerald Archer butt and dosed Ollie for what the vigilante estimated (incorrectly) was the hundredth time. (It was more like the fourth. Maybe it was Slade's trading off with Gar that confused the archer. There was just no end to the dick. Slade had a sadistic delight driving his horse-cock, and the Teen Titan slave could still call on a young man's sexual overdrive to power his fucking.) Once again, of course, the assassin left his victim just short of fulfillment.
Ollie cried out in despair, "Why, Slade?! I don't understand! I've taken your cocks in every hole that can be fucked, I'm filled with gallons of sperm, so why won't you let me cum?!"
"Stupid bitch," Slade smirked, smacking the archer's ass, "What part of "I'm a villain" did your mother not teach you about?"
Ollie's face radiated desperation.
"You fucking bastard!" he whimpered.
Slade slid out of Ollie's ass (eliciting a groan from the archer) and just laughed.
"But an honorable bastard," the assassin said. "And it occurs to me that I would be remiss, as a villain, if I didn't let you share your agony with your boys. Gar, take over on this ass here. Fill my bitch with as many loads as you can manage; just remember he hasn't earned the right to jizz yet."
"Yes, Sir," Gar said eagerly, and, slipping his only slightly shorter cock back into Ollie's mudhole, the lean mean green fuck machine went wild, thrusting deep and hard.
"Agh! Agh! Agh!" Ollie barked. Slade was cruel in his fucking, true, but Gar had the singular selfishness of a teen given carte blanche. In either case, Ollie's butt was paying the price.
As the big-dicked slave bred the defeated and demeaned hero, Slade checked on a set pf three slings—al hung so that their occupants would, if they were on their stomachs, have a good view of each other's faces. Then he went off to fetch Ollie's boys.
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Gar pulled out after painting Ollie's anal walls for the third time since Slade left. (The Titan could cum fast and often.) He was considering letting Ollie down and making him suck that long green dick clean when Slade reappeared, leading a parade. Behind him, Grant led the naked Connor and Merlyn the just-as-naked Roy by leashes attached to their collars. Their hands, like Ollie's, were cuffed to straps around their thighs. Tommy Merlyn and Joe Wilson brought up the rear of the parade.
Grant, smiling, and Merlyn, looking grim, led the sidekicks to slings and (with the help of their own subordinates), bend them over the slings facing the middle. Ollie was released and walked to the third sling where he was bent over as well to face his boys. Roy and Connor were shocked to see the cum from Gar's last three orgasms leaking out Ollie's ass as he was walked to join them in bondage. The opalescent goo ran over his swinging balls and dripped to form a puddle on the floor. Pathetic defeat was pasted all over Ollie's face.
What Ollie could not know was that, when being released from their bondage furniture, the boys had been shown a recording of Ollie's deflowering, and both realized that their mentor had probably seen them brought low as well. Devastated, they realized they were brothers in rape.
"Bitches," Slade said as he, Merlyn, and Grant stepped up behind the desperately hard heroes, "There's something Ollie here knows that you don't. And you should; it'll explain so much. When we captured you, I shot all of you up with a super aphrodisiac called Haradonu. That's why you had those incredible hard-ons when we started working you over."
While that sunk in, the villains stripped down and began rubbing their hard shafts up and down the clefts in their vigilantes' ass cheeks.
"The dirty little secret about Haradonu that I just told your boss about is that Haradonu needs a second chemical to complete the circuit, as it were—a chemical that's found in abundance in human sperm."
Reaching around, the villains began stroking their desperate captives' shafts once more.
"Two loads of swimmers is enough to let Haradonu do its job, but the more cum a man gets seeded with, the more intense his eventual orgasm will be."
Three all-but-enslaved cocks wept, as did the heroes. They were going to get fucked more, lots more.
"Of course being the awesome humanitarians we are, we aim to make sure your eventual releases are epic."
Slade glanced from one desperate face to another.
"You can say `thank you' now," he told his captives.
"Fuck, Wilson!" Roy groaned. Even though his balls felt ready to explode he remained defiant.
"Please," Conor wailed, "Please, Slade, just let me cum!"
"Do what you want to me," Ollie cried nobly, "Just let my boys go!"
"Your boys?" Merlyn smirked. "Your boys?!"
"Yeah, I don't think you understand the situation, bow daddy," Grant taunted.
"So long as you're guests in our sex dungeon, with our dicks pommeling your cunts," Slade said, "Then these two are not YOUR boys, Ollie. They're ours."
He drove his point home by driving nearly a foot of iron-hard vengeance into Ollie's cum leaking butt. Again.
"Aiyyiiiee!" Ollie screamed.
"For as long as they amuse us," Merlyn said, and he slammed into Roy's ass again.
"Oh! Aaaaaaaaa!" Roy cried.
Grant followed suit, and, as Connor howled, the junior assassin quickly was fucking faster and harder than either of the other villains. The prerogative of youth.
"Then, when WE judge the time is right we'll let you cum. And let you go. But that time's not now, arrow pussies."
True to their words, the villains spent hours breeding hero ass—as well as, once they called in Joe, Tommy, and Gar—hero mouth. Not every fuck ended in a seeding, of course, but the three captives eventually broke, accepting their subordinate status, and when one of the rapists' cocks approached a temporarily vacant fuck-orifice, all opened up and submitted to further humiliation.
It wasn't as if they had a choice.