The New Teen Titans vs. the Italian Stallion Chapter One: Best and Brightest Evan Andrews 2021
The following story is a work of fan fiction set in the New Teen Titans era in a continuity long since superseded.
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Dick Grayson, Robin the Boy Wonder, expert detective and leader of the Teen Titans, looked down at the man's hand that was cupping the full pouch of his trademark green trunks. This is not what he expected when the Titans had answered the Commissioner's call.
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"So that's it," the Commissioner said, "Joey Martel, the singer, is missing."
"You mean missing as in wandering vaguely all about quite of his own accord' or missing as in kidnapped'?" Robin said.
The Boy Wonder hadn't asked who Joey Martel was. Barely a week went by without one or more of the crooning Martel Brothers, pop idols and heartthrobs of millions of rabid teenage girls, staring at you from the cover of some tabloid or gossip magazine. Joey was the sultry middle brother, and even Raven was mesmerized by his eyes.
"Well, there was no sign of a struggle."
"So..."
"But there was a note," the Commissioners said as he spread a sheet of paper next to Joey's headshot on the desk.
"We'll take yr best & brightest," the note declared in letter cut-out of gossip rags. Classic and trite. Robin's mind was already analyzing it.
"Kind of cryptic," Roy Harper, Speedy, weapons specialist and one of Robin's oldest friends, said.
Robin was inclined to agree; there certainly wasn't enough there to base an investigation on.
"Did CSI turn up anything?" Gar Logan, the Changeling, shapeshifter and smartass in residence, asked. The Titans' own Martel Brothers fanboy, Changeling he looked concerned.
"Only an unusually high level of human pheromones."
Robin and Speedy looked at one another and exchanged a knowing nod.
"Okay, Commissioner," Robins said, "Consider us on the case."
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The man's hand was working wonders on a certain part of Robin's anatomy, and the Boy Wonder was starting to groove on it. If Robin could have called up any of Batman's training he might have been able to put up a struggle, but, fuck, right now resisting was the last thing on his mind. The fit young hero pushed his ass back against the parapet, forcing his crotch forward, propped himself up with his hands, and let his head fall back with a sigh.
"Mmmmmm."
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The four teen heroes parked their motorcycles and looked up at the typical old, abandoned warehouse. As Robin had thought earlier, trite.
"You're sure the scent trail leads here?" Robin asked Changeling (currently in bloodhound mode) in the sidecar.
"Clear as if they'd been dropping neon breadcrumbs that sang `The bad guys went this way'," Changeling said, shifting back to human form.
It was a mark of the boy's concern that he was taking this seriously and not pulling a Rooby-Dooby Doo act on them.
"But no whiff of Joey Martel?" Speedy said, "I mean that is why you snagged a pair of his briefs from the apartment when we checked it out, right? To trail him with?"
Changeling blushed, his green skin darkening.
"Uh, yeah. Naturally," he stammered, "But whatever scent he might have left is being overpowered by the pheromones."
Joe Wilson, Jericho, mentalist and man with a tragic past, spared a "Yeah, what about that?" look at Robin.
"Okay, yeah, well, a few years back Speedy and I—"
"And Batman and Green Arrow," Speedy smiled, "They kind of helped."
"Yeah, well, we tangled with a villainess with delusions of grandeur named Passion Kitten--"
"And her sidekick Eager Beaver," Speedy added.
"Yeah, well, Passion Kitten has these pheromone powers that can reduce the strongest man to love slave with just a sniff," Robin said, conveniently forgetting which of their team had succumbed to the villainess' chemical wiles.
"The fiend!" Changeling said with feeling, "And you think she used those on Joey?!"
"Looks like it," Robin said.
"Except I thought she was still in prison," Speedy mused, "In a specially air conditioned cell."
"She must have been released," Robin said. "Or gotten herself released, because this caper literally stinks of her style."
"So, how can we face her" Changeling said, "Without turning into love slaves or whatever."
"We just need to wear masks over our mouths and noses," Speedy said, "Easy, right?"
"And luckily I was able to get hold of the masks we used when we faced her last time," Robin said, holding up four air-filtering masks. Good thing he still had access to the Batcave and its equipment lockers.
"Then what are we waiting for?!" Changeling said, as Robin handed out the masks.
"Okay," Robin said, "Here's the plan. Let's split up. You three take a floor each -- Jericho ground floor, Changeling the second, and Speedy the third -- and see what you can find. I'll head for the roof and meet you on the way down."
Robin had bat-climbed up to the roof and was looking around for clues when he was surprised by a whizzing sound and a sudden stinging pain in his ass. He whirled, groped for his iconic ass, and came away with a dart.
"What the..." Robin started, but he got no further.
A languid feeling spread through Robin's muscles, and his mind got fuzzy, like he was thinking through cotton wool. That was when the shirtless man made his entrance, stepping out of hiding. Leather pants clung to the man's muscular thighs, and pert nipples rode proudly on his perfect pecs. Tousled dark hair, a wicked goatee, and perfect teeth completed the ensemble.
"Italian ... Stallion," Robin mumbled through his mask.
The Italian Stallion, Rocky to his friends, had been Passion Kitten's third banana.
Stallion simply smiled, "Nice to be remembered."
"What ... done ... me?" Robin had to force out the words.
"Oh, just a light dose of a tranquillizer. It's temporarily taking the edge off your reflexes without actually knocking you out," Stallion chuckled as he advanced on his victim. "I don't want you missing a single moment of what comes next. And speaking of missing..."
He reached up and pulled Robin's filter mask up over his head.
"There. That's better. Now take a deep breath, and let's get better acquainted."
Robin never realized Stallion had had pheromone powers too. All Passion Kitten's henchmen had been dressed like Chippendales, so the Boy Wonder had just assumed... Looked like he was wrong. Stallion's hand had made contact then, and Robin fell under his pheromonal spell.
"That drug on the dart only lasts a few minutes, but once we get you under control everything will go swimmingly," Stallion said as he continued massaging Robin's sex. "At first level you'll just feel calm, as if the situation is totally under your control, no reason for you to panic at all."
Robin found that he was calm when he certainly shouldn't have been. Stallion's insidious biochemical cocktail had ensnare him. Robin was mostly straight-arrow kind of guy – unless you counted some teenage experimentation with Kid Flash, Speedy and Aqualad, which he didn't – but now he felt the need to look Stallion in the face. Such a face it was, sensual and compassionate all in one package. As he stared into Stallion's deep eyes with their come-hither leer, Robin found himself fascinated by what he saw. Then the young hero looked further afield. Stallion still had the physique he remembered, muscled and defined. The swagger was as natural to the villain stud as was his easy machismo. And for some reason Robin was fine with that. He let Stallion continue to grope him, reveling in how it felt to be manipulated this way.
Stallion smiled as he ran fingers from his left hand along the length of Robin's chiseled jawline, and the Boy Wonder het his smile with one of his own.
"Hmm," Stallion said, "I hear tell you've got 9 inches packed away down here. Nice." Then he leaned in and whispered in Robin's ear, "I hang 9 ½ myself, in case you were interested."
Robin gasped at the brazen claim and shifted his hips. God, even that felt good.
"Ah!" Stallion said, "And I think you are. This is going to be such fun."
"Fun," Robin mumbled as the Stallion licked his ear. "Where ... Joey ... Martel?"
"Joey?" Stallion smiled, "Oh, he was fine last time I saw him. So were his brothers. They were all kicked back in a rather exclusive strip club in the red-light district. You see, Mister Boy Detective, they're not in any danger, and they never were-- at least not from me. Far from it. Who do you think hired me to capture you and your friends in the first place?"
"Hired."
It wasn't a question, so Stallion ignored it in favor of continuing his exploration of Robin's tight young body. Serenely calm, the Boy Wonder found himself enjoying the sensations. Stallion was going out of his way to make Robin feel good, and the young hero could feel his balls churning. Maybe, if it had been a girl like Starfire, felling him up, he might have been rock hard by now. Instead, he simply felt a growing thankfulness that this exquisite man had decided to have his way with him.
You like looking at me?" Stallion asked, "You enjoy my attention? That's the second level, fascination. The third level is submission. I wonder. Are you close to level three, Boy Wonder? Do you find yourself wanting to submit to me? To please me with your obedience?"
Robin had to admit did. If he hadn't been so calm he might have been worried. But if Stallion got pleasure out of feeling him up (and clearly he was enjoying his work), and if the sultry villain was getting his jollies too, then Robin was down with it. Stallion took advantage of Robin's state, running his hands all over the Boy Wonder's fit body and discovering every erogenous zone the young hero possessed.
"What a beautiful ass," Stallion said as he ran a hand over Robin's muscular rump and slapped the hero's butt with his right hand.
Robin gasped, and his trunks suddenly showed a small stain of precum from the tip of his dick.
"Yeah," Stallion smacking Robin's ass again, closely watching Robin's unexpected response, "I can see why the Martels are so eager to get their hot little hands on these acres and acres of sexy hero. Okay. I suppose we should get you out of here and back to the stable so we can start training you up, but first, you need the right gear."
From somewhere, Stallion produced a leather head harness with a collar and bit gag. He slipped it over Robin's head like a bridle and buckled it in place, making sure that the bit was properly placed between Robin's perfect teeth and that the collar was tight but not too much so. Between the feel of the leather straps on his skin and the taste of the leather-encased bit between his teeth, Robin was at peace with his outfitting. Stallion wanted it, and what he wanted so did Robin.
"There. Now you look like the proper boy for Stallion's stable," the villain said. "Let's go pick up your buddies."
Stallion fastened a lead to Robin's collar and led his otherwise unrestrained captive away.
Down in the warehouse they found the other three Titans, one per floor just as Robin had assigned them, each hero standing calmly where Stallion's dart traps had hit them. Speedy stared vacantly around the third floor, and if the archer was shocked to see Robin in fetish gear being led around by a supervillain, his face didn't show it. If anything he looked intrigued. Stallion took away Speedy's filter mask and proceeded to work his pheromonal wiles on the ginger stud as well. This time Stallion left out all the explanations he'd given Robin and just toyed with the redhead's body until the young hero was ready and eager to be fit with his own head harness and join the herd.
On the second floor, they found Changeling, and Robin was interested by the surprised look that came to Stallion's face as he felt up the shapeshifter. Stallion had no way of knowing that Changeling, the youngest and smallest of their crew, was hung like a proverbial horse, but now that he did the villain was grinning from ear to ear. He was actually chuckling as he fit the harness on the tame Changeling's head.
"I'm not going to use a leather bit on you, my boy. I think it would be more fitting to gag you with..." and the villain produced the pair of Joey's briefs that Changeling had absconded with. From the look on Changeling's face – and from the distinct precum stain on his tights – he had been thinking of something like this for a while now. Normally that have made Robin wonder about his friend's orientation but given the circumstances he just thought how nice Stallion was being to his boys. So considerate.
Jericho was the last to be scooped up, and Stallion showed he had definitely done at least some homework. After wrapping his other captives' leads around a pipe and saying "Stay here", the villain shut off the lights for the floor and went in with night-vision goggles to retrieve his final mark. The boys had to rely on their imaginations to guess from the intriguing sounds coming out of the darkness what exactly Stallion was doing to the handsome blond mentalist's delectable physique. Robin approached it forensically and clinically, Speedy professionally (He and Robin never talked about his time on the streets as a druggie rent boy, but it was something they both knew), but Changeling... Dammit if Changeling's precum stain wasn't growing even larger as his dick juices ran down his leg. The kid had an imagination as big as his cock.
When Stallion emerged from the darkness with a submissive Jericho in tow, the Titans found their friend's harness had a feature theirs lacked -- a well-fitted blindfold. If you knew Jericho's power it made perfect sense. On top of that, Robin was now totally turned on. He'd never wondered what his friends would look like as bondage boys, but he had to admit they looked damned good – especially the blindfolded Jericho. The pouch of the Boy Wonder's trunks got uncomfortably tight. So did Changeling's tights, and so did Speedy's. They were none of them technically erect yet, but it would only take the right gentle touch to get them there.
Stallion led his parade of compliant stud-muffins to the loading dock at the back of the building. The boys followed as if they were mesmerized, which chemically they were, all staring at Stallion's tight ass and muscular thighs as he walked. Robin didn't know whether to curse the leather pants or bless them. Outside, an ordinary panel van waited.
"Fucking took you long enough," a Jersey accent grumbled out of the driver's side window, "I was about to go snag a local rent boy and screw him to pass the time."
"Later, Maverick. Right now, we need to get our boys ready to travel."
Maverick, a lanky young Italian guy, clambered out of the driver's seat. Like Stallion he wore tight leather pants that left little to nothing to the imagination, but he also wore a loose leather vest that invited you to stare at his full pecs. Drool was running out of Robin's mouth now, dripping from his bit gag. Fuck, whoever this guy was, he was hot.
"You got all four," Maverick commented as he ran an assessing hand over Jericho's firm round ass.
"Of course,," Stallion answered, "Did you expect anything less?"
"Nah, I suppose not, not really," Maverick said as his hand moved around to Jericho's basket. He continued to tease the blond Titan until a stain appeared on his tights just as it had on Changeling's.
Maverick, Tony to his mother and parole officer, was Stallion's second banana. Stallion had discovered how the young man also possessed pheromone powers and had made him an offer: join Stallion's gang and learn how to use and perfect his power. After that, they'd both enjoy fame and fortune because naturally they wouldn't make the same mistakes Passion Kitten had. This kidnapping was Maverick's first big caper. Leaving Jericho stewing, Maverick threw open the van's rear doors.
"All aboard," he called.
The Titans hesitated. Maverick's pheromones hadn't penetrated their minds as far as Stallion's had, so they looked to the man they knew -- and desired – for direction.
"Submissive and biddable. Level three, right?" Maverick nodded in appreciation, "You work fast, boss. Or are hero types just more susceptible?"
Stallion smiled and said, "Nah, I'm just that good. Passion Kitten never gave me full rein, more fool her. That's why I'm here and she's shut up in Arkham. Okay boys, everybody in and choose a seat. I'll follow you up and make sure you're strapped in safely."
One at a time, starting with Changeling and ending with Robin, the heroes climbed aboard. (And you can be sure Maverick was very solicitous where blond Jericho was concerned.) There were two seats, a little like tractor seats, attached to each wall, and the boys parked their butts (or, in Jericho's case, had his butt parked) in one of them. Speedy faced Changeling, and Robin faced Jericho. Stallion followed them in as Maverick slammed the doors shut.
One after another Stallion placed the Titans' wrists into head high shackles set into the wall of the van; a belt around their waists made sure they wouldn't go sliding out; and finally their legs were spread wide, ankle shackles making sure they stayed that way. The effect, in the end, was to draw all eyes to the young heroes' full baskets. The fabric of their uniforms might have been designed to allow full range of movement, but it also left little to the imagination which was how Stallion liked it. No fear showed on the young heroes' faces either; rather, they stared at Maverick (who claimed the driver's seat) and Stallion (shotgun) fascinated, and eager to find out what would come next.
Let's go, Maverick," Stallion said.
The old, abandoned warehouse district was quiet, but traffic began to pick up as they reached better neighborhoods. The city was busy tonight, lots of cars on the road, and the van anonymously joined the flow and slipped away undetected.
Maverick glanced into the mirror and saw the captured Titans grinding their hips. Whether they were just trying to get comfortable in the seat, or wiggle their meat into some more comfortable position, or trying to entice their captors, only they could say. Maverick only knew their gyrations were definitely worth watching.
"Stallion, look at those boys."
Stallion looked back over his shoulder and said, "That's pure pheromone power at work. The tranquilizer wore off a while ago, but they're deep into our pheromonal spell now. Level three, for sure, and they're deep into that too. So deep that their submission has taken on a sexual dimension. And have you noticed that your influence is increasing, too. Even in bondage they're absolutely calm; they're not fighting their restraints; and they can barely look at anything but you and me. Probably they're doing their damnedest to figure out how they can please us. Damn, Changeling heard that for sure. See how he's wriggling his crotch at us, trying to make sure we notice him. These boys are going to be putty in our hands."
"Are you sure you want to talk like this in front of them?" Maverick asked, "That's the number one `Don't' on the Evil overlord list, you know."
"Yeah, it's safe, so long as they stay under control. And I assure you we won't be releasing that any time soon, not until it's far too late for them."
Maverick glanced at the heroes again.
"Fuck, I never moved a cargo like this," the hunky second banana said.
"Get used to it," Stallion said, "Phase one has been a total success. And if phase two works as well, we might have ourselves a new sideline."
"I guess we'll see," Maverick replied, turning his gaze back to the road. He took the ramp up onto the beltway, and the van got lost in the congestion.