Robing Gets Cat Scrath Fever Chapter Four By Evan Andrews
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The story is set in the New Teen Titans era, shortly before Dick Grayson becomes Nightwing in a continuity long since superseded.
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Chapter Four: Other Duties As Assigned
The henchmen led the three hormone-addled heroes away without any resistance to the Stable, a room which bore some similarities to the Grooming Room Robin had already experienced. The left wall was a smart kitchenette, and three free-standing cages filled the back of the room. The side cages held nothing but a single thin pallet on the floor, but the middle cage had a queen-sized mattress. More to the point, three fuck-benches stood across the middle of the room. Conveniently, the arm and leg pads were folded down just now, making them more like padded sawhorses, and buckets of lube sat on the floor underneath them. Green Arrow and Aquaman broke into smiles as they recognized the set-up and what it implied. Their cocks started to get plump again, showing that they were ready and raring-to-go for what was about to happen.
Manx and the Siamese twins stripped the heroes out of their milking trunks, while Sphinx grabbed some metal devices off a shelf and carried them over.
"Please, no," Aquaman begged as the black henchman started to force the hero's half-hard man-meat into the cock-cage. Of course it wouldn't fit.
"Not again. It's not fair," Aquaman pouted.
"Fuck fair," Sphinx said, at which the rest of the henchmen laughed.
The black henchman had to give the sea-king's balls a tight squeeze to make the hero's cock subside sufficiently for him to slip the device all the way on. He fastened the chastity cage in place and locked it.
"You three have one job to do, and you can't do it if you're cumming between meals."
Green Arrow took to his cock being caged stoically, but Robin gasped when Sphinx squeezed his balls. He'd never experienced sex toys like this and was surprised to find the inside of his cock-cage lined with nubs. They wouldn't hurt if his cock got hard and pressed against them, but they would distract him long enough to get himself under control.
While the heroes' genitals were put on ice, Persian pulled a set of blades like the claws on Catwoman's gloves out of the fridge. They ran the needles along Green Arrow's existing scratches, getting the blood flowing again and re-infecting the hero with ball-tingling cat-scratch fever. Then Van scratched Aquaman's chest while Persian finished by re-infecting Robin. A few moments after receiving the scratches, Robin felt his nuts starting to churn again, working hard to replace the jizz he'd just donated to Catwoman's obscene dinner.
"They can't make sperm on empty stomachs," Manx admonished from the kitchenette, and the henchmen proceeded to hand-feed the captive heroes bites of Catwoman's special sex-slave chow that Manx had just plated up.
It looked like dog chow, but it was easily chewable, and tasted, Robin was surprised to note, really good. Salty, meaty, and satisfying. The henchmen took turns, alternately feeding the naked heroes the sperm-building biscuits and offering them gulps of water laced with Catwoman's pat-pending fuck-slave brain-wash drug.
"Remember," Manx said, "Nobody gets your man-cream except the Mistress. You are not allowed to jerk yourself off or do anything to bring each other off without her being present and giving permission. Try to, and things will get unpleasant for you. Got it?"
The captives nodded, and Robin ran his hand over the fine metal strips imprisoning his fuck-meat.
"But that doesn't mean you're going to be ignored. Far from it."
The henchmen drew the now clearly enslaved men forward and bent them over so that their chests rested on the fuck-benches.
"We can't let you cum, but that doesn't mean that we can't have some fun with you. A watched pot might not bubble, but a well-fucked man makes the best cum-cow."
Robin stared as Manx stepped up and tore open the fly of his trousers. A thick cock leapt out and almost hit Robin in the face.
"Cows need to get bred to make milk, and chickens need a rooster in order to lay eggs. Same thing goes for you boys. Start sucking," the henchman said.
As Green Arrow and Aquaman strained towards the shaft the henchman qualified his command, "Oh no, not you two. Give the new kid a shot."
Without a second thought, Robin opened his mouth all the way and let Manx's shaft slide over his tongue and into his virgin mouth. The texture was intriguing, steel in silk, and the taste of the blood-filled member astounding. He let his lips meet and started to suck like he had a big meat straw in his mouth.
"Not like that, boy," Manx said, exasperated, "Watch the archer."
Glancing to the left Robin saw Siamese Two's dick sliding into Green Arrow's mouth. The blond goatee pursed around the shaft, and the blond hard-throb started to suck dick like a pro.
"See? Open to take the cock in, then suck tight and give pressure as it pulls out."
Robin watched a couple of the Asian henchman's thrusts into Green Arrow's mouth and did his best to follow the older hero's example.
"Better, but pay attention to those teeth, boy. And don't be afraid to use your tongue."
Groans on his right side told Robin that Siamese One was now fucking Aquaman's face-pussy. All three heroes were taking cock like they were born to it.
Manx then began to fuck Robin's Boy Wonder mouth in earnest, occasionally correcting Robin's technique when the sidekick lost focus. The threesome of heroic cocksuckers was putting on an astounding show when suddenly Robin felt a scratchy beard, full lips, and venturesome tongue making contact with his ass crack. Manx's cock was fully embedded in Robin's mouth, prodding at the top of his throat, when Robin shuddered at the unexpected stimulation. The tongue had found his asshole and was doing crazy things to his sphincter.
"Bast, Persian, give us some warning before you do that. I don't wanting the kid biting me."
The groomer mumbled something derogatory around his oral assault on Robin's ass, and Manx, shrugging, went back to breeding the Boy-Toy Wonder's face. Green Arrow and Aquaman, who'd been expecting to have their asses eaten, moaned loudly and began to grind backwards onto their rimmers' faces. Sphinx was driving Green Arrow crazy while Turkish Van lapped away at Aquaman's tight hole. Robin was reveling in his deflowering (I mean really, did a hand-job and a prostate massage actually count as losing your virginity?). All three heroes, though, were relishing being gang-banged. Robin's dick tried to get hard, but when it ran up against the studded inside of the cock-cage it hesitated and retreated. Instead of getting closer to fulfillment, Robin could only stew, all hot and bothered. He couldn't figure out how his fellow fuck-slaves were coping, but apparently they were. If they could deal with it, then so could Batman's protégé. The Boy Wonder relaxed and luxuriated in Persian's tongue-work. As his ass opened to the henchman, his throat became an open vessel for Manx's plunging weapon. That henchman's cock was soon wet, slick, dripping with a combination of saliva, mucus, and pre-cum. Streamers of the goo oozed off and fell to the floor at Manx's feet.
"Is he ready?" Manx asked.
Persian pulled his face out of Robin's butt-crack and said, "Any time, brother."
Manx's shaft pulled out of Robin's mouth, and the henchman disappeared around the edge of the benches. Robin felt the inevitable coming when a hot, slimy, spongey mass pressed against the pucker of his asshole.
"He's going to fuck me," Robin thought, "He's really going to make me his bitch."
And Robin found he was actually looking forward to it.
"Relax that hole, boy," Manx ordered.
Robin called on years of yoga and flexibility training and relaxed, making himself ready for the butt-fucking he was about to receive. The fleshy head of Manx's cock bore into the sexy sidekick with a merciless resolve.
"Fuck!" Robin moaned as, inch by inch, the rest of Manx's eight inch cock slid inside him.
Finally the henchman bottomed out, his member entirely encased in Robin's hot clenching channel. The Boy Wonder tightened his hole as the henchman began to really fuck his muscular ass.
"Damn, boy, you are a natural fuck whore!" Manx groaned, "Even if you are--or rather were--a virgin. This ass makes up for what your cock-sucking lacked."
The slap of pelvis against muscular ass echoed in the room, and Robin grunted in time to Manx's thrusts,
"Ugh, ugh, ugh!"
Moments later, more slapping joined the fleshy percussive chorus. A glance to the left showed Green Arrow taking Sphinx's big black cock (while Siamese Two continued to fuck his mouth), and another to the right showed the other twin sinking his dick into Aquaman's man-pussy. Now instead of a trio of cocksuckers plying their trade, an observer would be treated to the sight of three of the handsomest heroes in the world getting bred like bitches. Like eager bitches.
Tiring of Green Arrow's mouth, Siamese Two pulled out and stepped over to Robin. The groaning sidekick couldn't imagine how anyone could get bored with Green Arrow swallowing his dick, but if Siamese Two insisted then he was happy to take over where the Emerald Archer had stopped off. He eagerly swallowed the henchman's dusky shaft to the root and was rewarded by a sigh from the gorgeous man. Robin wanted to close his eyes and just groove on the dicks taking him, but the twin smacked his face when he tried to.
"Eyes open, cock-sucking boy," the Asian henchman said, "Watch my dick as I fuck your juicy mouth."
Robin complied and watched intently as the fuck-rod disappeared into his gaping mouth again and again. Persian and Turkish Van, who had been pushed aside when the real fucking began, finally got tired of being left out. They crept around the benches on either side and, bending over, presented their own asses for the blond heroes' oral attention. The Boy-Toy Wonder didn't miss a thing as the two manly studs lapped away at another man's hungry hole. It was fucking hot, and Robin was almost sorry he only had a tasty cock to keep him busy. Suddenly the muscular Asian in Robin's mouth cried out, and his rigid cock started to unload its cargo of sperm. Part of Robin wanted to swallow the load, to get rid of it as fast as possible, but some other instinct won out and instead he let the hot pungent ball-juice rest in his mouth. The feel of the sex-slime was like nothing he'd ever experienced, and he wasn't sure how he felt about that. The taste on the other hand was intoxicating, and Robin knew he could easily get addicted to this stuff.
Siamese Two laughed and said, "What a jizz-whore you are. You are going to fit in perfectly here."
As if a sign had been given, all three of the ass-fuckers went into overdrive, amping up the speed and intensity of their anal assaults.
"Fuck!"
"Agh!"
"Take it, bitch!"
"Fuck me!"
"Tighter, slut!"
"Oh!"
"Bast!"
"Cumming!"
Three hot loads flooded the heroes' guts, with Robin taking a good seeding for the first time in his life. All the men cried out--the henchmen giving voice to their satiation as they came, the fuck-slaves to their frustration at being denied the same release. The fuckers stepped back from the seeded studs, and as they stepped over to the kitchenette to clean up, Persian and Turkish Van took advantage of the situation, zipping in to feast on the cum dripping out of the heroes' freshly fucked holes. Manx returned and lifted Robin upright. The two looked at one another, and then Manx kissed the remains of Siamese Two's cum from Robin's mouth.
"There it is," Robin thought. He'd kissed a man, a man that'd just fucked his face and bred his butt, sharing with him the cum that yet another man had deposited in his mouth.
With that act, Robin checked the last of the boxes on his 'I guess I'm gay now' card.
"You keep fucking like that, boy, and we'll get along just fine," Manx told him, "And we're going to be fucking you a lot. I promise."
The three totally dicked-over super-studs were taken from the benches and dropped in a pike on the big mattress in the center cage. They shut and locked the cage door, then left the room, shutting off the lights as they went. Exhausted physically, emotionally, and probably spiritually as well, Robin settled into the role of dark meat in the middle of a hot blond sandwich. None of the heroes had cum, none of them had any way to manage to do so, so instead they did the only thing they could and in the age-old tradition of men after sex fell asleep.