The New Teen Titans vs. the Italian Stallion Chapter Ten: Meet the Martels 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 includes porn stars Vince Rockland as the Italian Stallion and Tony Lattanzi as Maverick. Suggested casting for the Martels is the Jonas brothers.
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"What the fuck, Stallion!" the handsome young man in the knee-length shorts and mostly unbuttoned shirt erupted, "Tell me you did not bring them here dressed like that?!"
"You asked for, and paid for, four Teen Titans, all trained up to serve as primo sex slaves," the Italian Stallion said patiently, "And that's what I'm delivering."
"Paid?" Dick Grayson thought vacantly, "Delivering?"
"And it didn't occur to you to maybe be discrete with the delivery?!" the young man was going totally diva.
"We're terribly sorry, sir," Maverick interjected, "And I admit that it's probably my fault. You see, when you said you wanted superheroes, and then specified the specific ones, I assumed you were looking to gratify some fetish. Superheroes are walking advertisements for fetishism; you have to admit. So, I suggested we should make sure we deliver them in the best light, if you catch my drift."
If the buyer did, then he wasn't letting go of his diva moment to show as much.
Dick rolled his eyes. He and his bros, four fuck-addled Teen Titans, stood in a row hearing, but not listening to, the heated exchange of words. For a change, the boys were dressed instead of naked. Not only were they dressed; they were back in their Titan uniforms. Aware that the other buyers were scrutinizing them, the boys held their hands behind their backs and thrust their pelvises just a bit forward to show off their up-front assets.
Stallion continued in a voice of professional calm, "And of course we were discrete, Mr. Martel. We loaded the boys behind closed doors at our end and unloaded them here the same way. The uniforms add just that little extra air of verisimilitude, or kink factor if you will. Not that these are their original uniforms, mind you. No, these are special recreations that I think you'll appreciate."
Martel. Of course, that was where Dick knew that face from. Dick now identified the mouthy one as Kev Martel, eldest of the three Martel brothers. That meant the two behind him were his younger brothers: Joey and Nicky.
Dick had thought something was odd in the Stable that morning. When Stallion had produced their uniforms, Dick had assumed that it was part of some kinky new scene Stallion wanted to play out. In a way, Dick thought, he had been right.
With the naked Titans standing to attention after their morning shower and cleansing, Stallion had first made a play of threading their cocks and nuts though color-coded metal cock rings.
"Green for you, Robin," the villain had said, reverting to Dick's hero name which confused the Boy Wonder for a second.
"Red for Speedy," Stallion continued. "White (not silver) for Changeling. And, ah, baby blue for Jericho."
The rings of colored metal fit perfectly, of course, and sat at the base of their cocks, forcing their tube-steaks forward and lifting their balls. The effect, Dick—Robin had to admit, was not bad. Certainly their junk appreciated the feeling.
Then Maverick had produced the uniforms, clothing that they hadn't seen, let alone worn, in weeks.
"Suit up, Titans," Stallion said.
Speedy picked up his red jerkin and tights, but looked blank, like he'd forgotten how to put his uniform on.
"You heard him, bros," Robin said, "Get dressed. Titans together!"
The young heroes pulled on the vaguely unfamiliar uniforms with unaccustomed solemnity, even Changeling. There had been something in Stallion's voice that suggested his conflicted feelings. Once dressed, they followed Stallion as he turned and led them up the stairs to the garage where a familiar van waited. In this, the van they'd come to the Stable in, you could still catch the faint scent of Stallion's and Maverick's pheromone assault on the boys'. Likewise, the even fainter scent left by the boys' biochemical responses, precum and young men's sex-sweat, remained in the air. As he had on their first trip with the pheromone rangers, Stallion strapped the heroes into their seats, spread eagled with hands shackled high and feet wide apart, spreading their thighs so their baskets were on fully display. As he headed forward to claim the shotgun seat, Stallion gave the bulge of Robin's green trunks a fond (and, as it turned out, final) rub.
Maverick, at the wheel, took the Titans on the scenic tour of the city, going around and around, making wild turns, backtracking, all just in case any of the Titans were subconsciously memorizing turns. Robin wondered at that. Why would he be trying to confuse them?
Nearly 45 minutes later, Maverick pulled up to a private garage. The bored-looking guard passed them in, and Maverick drove down to the lowest level, parking by a private, but unmarked, elevator. Stallion once again released the boys, and one ritzy elevator ride brought them up to a set of opulent private apartments.
Now that Robin had identified the one and only Martel brothers, he had to admit they possessed the handsome faces, trim bodies, and smoldering sexy eyes that had won them millions of fans worldwide, both male and female. Joey and Nicky wore the same knee-length shorts and open Hawaiian shirts that Kev did.
"Boys," Stallion said, "I'm sure you recognize these gentlemen, right?"
They all nodded, wondering what was going on. Robin assumed that Stallion must have brought them here to put on a show for the hunky celebs, a strip-show and maybe a lap dance—all the stuff they'd recently learned from Spotlight. That would certainly jibe with some of the stories he'd heard about the Martel brothers being either bisexuals or closeted gays putting on a show of straightness for the fans. Whatever, Robin could care less—so long as he got fucked. Clearly Speedy and Jericho were okay with it too. The sight of Joey Martel, however, had clearly mesmerized Changeling, that was if the monster erection distending his uniform was anything to go by. The green-skinned slut was obviously hoping that they were all about to be part of some grand fuck-fest (with him playing to slut-boy for all three of his idols).
Joey Martel noticed (it was hard to overlook Changeling's fuck monster) and laughed.
"Let me guess. Green Boy here's the one that stole my briefs."
"Yeah. We found them in a pocket in his uniform when we took him," Stallion confirmed.
Joey tossed another pair of used briefs at Changeling who caught them and without waiting for permission brought them up to his face, taking a big whiff. When the boy lowered them again, the shifter had the biggest shit-eating grin you could imagine.
"Oh, this slut is going to be a pleasure to fuck," Joey remarked to his brothers.
Stallion nodded, "If I may, sirs. Boys, these gentlemen here hired me to see to your recruitment and training in the sexual arts, and since that's all done now I'm delivering on the contract. They are your new masters, so show them how grateful you are to have been chosen to be their fuck slaves."
"Mr. Martel," Stallion said, looking at Kev, "Mr. Martel, and Mr. Martel, would you like to examine your new property?"
The brothers stepped forward and, hesitantly at first, made a detailed and intimate survey of all their new property. Hands roamed across the heroes' tight bodies, and the Titans relaxed into roles they were now familiar with. No inch of teen hero muscle was left unexamined. Changeling even purred when Joey cupped his young balls and kneaded them until a stain of precum appeared at the end of his 10 inch plus cock. The fabric of all their uniforms now demonstrated its kink and fetish potential. As their cocks chubbed up, the fabric let them stick out. Instead of their boy-cocks being hidden by a provocative bulge, the shafts, distending the super-science fabric, waved and bobbed invitingly in the air in front of them.
Joey Martel smiled.
"Get on your knees," Kev ordered, and the Titans complied, staring up the length of their new masters' bodies with subservient respect.
"Feel yourselves up," Nicky whispered, and the kneeling Titans wrapped hands around their covered shafts and began stroking the sensitive flesh. The other hands ran over their chests and abdominals, using the examination to draw attention to the delights the possessed, just as Spotlight had taught them. The Martels soon responded in kind, feeling their pecs up and rubbing at their own obvious erections.
Stallion shot Maverick an exasperated glance and rolled his eyes. Four willing slave-boys at their feet and all these twits could think to do was play with themselves. Amateurs.
Joey shed his shirt, and his brothers soon followed suit. Shorts fell next, and the tents in the singers' white briefs proved that the teen-crush mags hadn't exaggerated about their endowments. Larger than average, but not obscene.
"Crawl over here and show us what those pretty mouths can do," Joey now husked.
Changeling got off the mark first and made a bee line straight to Joey. Kev met Robin halfway and commandeered the raven-haired team leader. That left Speedy and Jericho who were quickly double teaming baby-brother Nicky. The singers' briefs slid down, so the Titans finally had raw Martel cock to service: 8 inches each for Kev and Joey, but an unexpected 9 inches in Nicky's case. The boys' training took over, and four trained boy-slut mouths and throats went to work on swollen celebrity fuck-meat. The honor of Stallion's training program was on the line, and the Titans were determined to do him credit. The Martels were not shy about what they were doing, and clearly they had had some experience. They grabbed hold of their particular cock-sucker's head and face-fucked him until a hot Martel load erupted down his throat. Or heads and throats in Nicky's case.
"Now give us a jack-off show," Kev said as he fell back into an easy chair, "That'll give us time to rechare, and then we'll tap those hero asses."
Wiping traces of cum off their lips, the Titans came to their feet and went into the routine Spotlight had taught them. To their teacher's credit, they didn't just stand in place and beat off. They undulated around the brothers, teasing them with the sight of their bodies swaying, and the promise of their hard cocks and heavy balls being worked towards an orgasmic frenzy. Soon, Robin, Speedy and Jericho's uniforms also sported precum stains at the tip of their shafts. Nicky was the first to reach out and take a hold of Speedy's 9 inches, teasing the frenulum as the archer held the base of his shaft and rolled his heavy balls between his fingers. The elder brothers got in on the action, and soon they were milking the other three sex-slaves towards release.
"Master!" Robin gasped as he felt the sap run up his wood.
"Do it!" Joey Martel ordered.
The young hero's body tensed, and his balls let loose. The cock pulsed in Joey's hand and hot sperm oozed through the fabric of his uniform. It didn't spurt, but there was enough collected for Robin's cock to jizz droplets. Nicky brought Speedy off, and Kev took control of Changeling's and Jericho's releases.
Nice," Kev said, looking at the jizz on his hands, "Now, I want to see how tight Bat-Boy's whore-hole is."
He pulled Robin away from Joey and, standing up, forced a kiss on the eager stud.
"Strip," the eldest brother husked as he took a step back, but Stallion intervened and stopped the Titans before they could get started undressing.
"Before you go any farther, Mr. Martel," he said, sounding for all the world like used-car salesman, "There's one more thing I need to show you about these uniforms. Were you going to fuck Robin over the table here?"
Kev nodded, and Stallion bent Robin over the convenient piece of furniture. He spanked the Boy Wonder's fine ass a couple of times, eliciting gasps of pain and pleasure with each slap, and then tore a hole up the seat of his green trunks.
"Oh, great," Kev griped, "So much for that "special" uniform."
Stallion shook his head. "Hardly. Watch."
Before their eyes, the fabric, which still clung tight against Robin's ass began to grow together until it was whole again, and the rip was no more.
"Super-science memory fabric," Stallion explained. "Self-repairing. You can strip away up to 80% of the uniform, and by morning it will have repaired itself—so long as it's left on the slave's body. Smaller tears, as you just saw, take less time to mend, but until it does you get the experience of blatantly fucking Robin the Boy Wonder. Naked, he'd be just another boy-whore, albeit a really pretty one. You like?"
Kev did like, and his predatory grin confirmed it. He stepped up to Robin's bent-over body and ripped the seat of his uniform open again. Robin's sphincter winked at Kev, and the singer lost it, cramming his 8 inches into Robin's ass with no fanfare and fucking him hard.
"Oh! Fuck! Oh! Fuck" Robin gasped as he was plowed by his new master.
Stallion was certain the spoiled celeb had done this in his dreams (and jack-off fantasies) pretty often, because the celeb couldn't restrain his desire. Besides, the whole performance looked, well, like it had been rehearsed. It was just missing a certain something that spontaneous fucking would have.
"Oh yeah!" Robin groaned as Kev pounded him, "Oh fuck, master! Batman never fucked me like this!"
Stallion almost laughed as Kev doubled down on his anal assault. What a pretty liar Robin was (assuming he was lying), but Kev was eating the act up with a spoon.
"Speedy, here, now!" Kev ordered, "On your knees under there and suck Robin's Boy Wonder cock."
Speedy fell to his knees and feasted on his bro's shaft. With each of Kev's thrusts, Robin's 9 inches got forced deep into the archer's throat, and the redhead was tripping on the sensation every bit as much as Robin was.
Joey pulled Changeling over to an easy chair before ripping himself a hole in the shifter's red-and-white one-piece uniform so as to get at the green slut's boy-pussy. Joey parked his ass, spreading his legs, and Changeling, not needing any instructions, clambered over top of the singer and, facing his master, slid his ass down over 8 inches of Joey Martel dick.
"Fuck me!" Changeling screamed as he was filled, not that he let Joy get around to that. Instead, the green-skinned slut pounded his tight ass up and down, riding Joey's cock with gusto, and fucking so hard that there was little left for the singer to do, aside from slap Changeling's ass occasionally and groan at the boy's fuck artistry.
That left Jericho for Nicky, but instead of fucking the blond mentalist, the youngest Martel instead slid to the floor alongside him. Turning around so they were face to cock, Nicky started to suck on the hero's length. It had seemed for a second that he'd had the idea of freeing Jericho's cock, but instead he ran with the fantasy and proceeded to fellate the blond hero through the fabric of his uniform. Jericho sighed and automatically reached for Nicky's 9 inches of suck-candy. Directing the rod of weeping meat towards his own mouth, the blond swallowed Nicky to the root, and the pair fell into a languid sixty-nine.
Kev, despite the fact that he was having the time of his life breeding Robin, decided to mix things up. He pulled Speedy to his feet and positioned him to fuck Robin. As the archer's shaft claimed him some Boy Wonder ass, Kev, in his turn, put the head of his dick to the speedster's own asshole.
"Oh sweet fucking fuck!" Speedy cried as he felt the plum-head press against his sphincter, and he hunched back onto it, claiming the shaft before settling into a rhythm of taking Kev's hard shaft and screwing Robin's boy-pussy.
Joey came to his feet, bearing Changeling with him. The shifter hung from his new master's neck and writhed on the singer's pole.
"Oh oh oh!"
Changeling wished Joey would kiss him, but that didn't seem likely. His fucker was doing everything he could to reinforce his "I'm the top dog here" image, even while he was fucking male ass. Instead the singer turned around and lowered Changeling onto his back in the easy chair.
"Please, fuck me hard, Master," Changeling panted up to the man now covering him, "Fuck me deep! I need it bad!"
"So tight!" Joey cried as he continued his fuck session, "So fucking hot! Take that big dick, you dirty slut-boy!"
"Ugh ugh ugh," Changeling grunted in time to Joey's increasingly emphatic thrusts.
Nicky now rolled Jericho over onto his stomach and straddled him before entering the blond's now-open-for-business asshole. The mentalist gasped as Nicky's 9 inches got acquainted with his insides, and then the hero began to fuck back as well as he was getting it.
If the Martels had paid to get the fantasy fuck of their dreams, their money had been well-spent.
"If everything is satisfactory," Stallion said to nobody in particular (he was getting bored playing the audience), "We'll leave you to it. Kev, there's a case of the oil we talked about on the table by the elevator, and if you have any problems, well, you know how to get in touch with me."
Kev gasped but kept on fucking, "Yeah, right... Oh! Do that again Speedy! You almost made with cum with that trick."
Stallion and Maverick turned to leave but paused when they heard Joey Martel scream, "Cumming! Dosing your ass with my jizz, Changeling!"
"Shit!" the green shifter cried, "I'm cumming, too."
They turned in time to see the green kid tear his uniform open and pound his 10 ½ inches to orgasm just as he felt Joey's cock pulse in his butt. The cum shot into the air where it seemed to hang for a moment before landing on the shifter's chest.
"Fuck!" Joey gasped before falling forward onto the hero.
Nicky was being patient apparently. His fuck with Jericho was languid but thorough. Perhaps it was even loving, but all Jericho was concerned with was that his ass was full of dick. Stallion had no idea how long the youngest Martel meant to breed his bitch before coming, but he was past being bored by the show. He pressed the button, and the door slid open.
"Well, Maverick," Stallion said as they stepped into the elevator, "I think we can count this as a job well done. What do you say, do we go out and celebrate, or do we go home and put some dogs through their paces?"
After a second, Maverick said, "Let's go home, Rocky.,"