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Subject: All the Myriad Lays chapter 5 – celebrity All the Myriad Lays Chapter 5: Glory Hollelujah Evan Andrews 2022 This is a fan fiction. The characters in this story are based on characters belonging to and 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. This story exists outside of any DC continuity I’m familiar with. The villainess, Glory Hole is based on AMG personality Glory Holden. This story should in no way be considered a true representation of the true sexuality of any of the original characters. The story depicts males in sexual situations with other males. If that offends you, if you are underage, or if reading such is illegal where you are please stop reading now. Thank you. And by the way, if you have not read Larry Niven’s All the Myriad Ways, read it. If you enjoy this story, or even if you hate it, please contribute to keeping Nifty going at fty/donate.html @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Red Robin sat on the john in his stall. Waiting. When the young hero had come to after zoning out while sucking Lobo’s fat Czarnian dick, he and his fellow captives were walking along a badly lit alley: dirty, dingy, and totally disreputable. Red Robin was at a loss as to where they were being taken. They were in full kit again, and unbound, except for the leashes that connected their omnipresent collars. Oh, and a half dozen Lobos still guarded them. From his position in the line, Red Robin could only see Red Hood’s back, and his ass. Jason was the most-damaged emotionally of all the Bat Frat, and from the tenseness of his shoulders Red Robin could clearly see that pent-up rage still festered in the antihero’s heart. They came to a stop in front of a grey metal door bearing a sign that simply read, “Men.” “You boy’s ready to start earning you keep?” the Lobo in front said. “What’re you talking about, Lobo?” Red Hood snarled. “You fucking innocents,” the bounty hunter replied, “Did you for a second think that Glory wasted her time plucking you out of your world just so my brothers and I could have some hot hero mouths to ravage? Dream on, bitches. You’ve got a job here, and you should think yourselves lucky we’re starting you boys off with something easy. Something you just practiced. Behind this door is Glory Hole Central, or part of it, and you studs have some simple straight-forward cocksucking action in your immediate future. Hope your mouths are ready because your first customers are already waiting to get their dicks serviced.” “So,” Nightwing said, “Your turning us into male whores.” Lobo simply smiled, opened the door, and waved the Bat Family into a raunchy men’s room, complete with damp sticky floor, dirty dripping sinks, filthy urinals, cologne and condom vending machines on the wall, and a long line of stalls. “Just take a seat in a stall, bitches, bursa evi olan escort and when a cock appears do what comes naturally.” “Until they do what cums naturally,” another Lobo joked. The Czarnians were still laughing as they unhitched Batman from the leash and pushed him into the first stall. The Dark Knight spun around, ready to strike. Unleashing him had invoked an automatic response, but he found himself confronted, instead of by Lobo, by Nightwing whose face registered intense pain. “Argh!” Nightwing screamed. “My balls!” They all stared at the Titan who was clutching at his crotch. “Nightwing here, Batman, is having his baby juicers squeezed by one of Glory’s favorite discipline devices under his costume. On low levels it simply inflicts pain, but at high level, it can crush a pair of nuts into jelly,” Lobo said. “And you don’t want to imagine how bad that hurts,” another Lobo said. “Hurts like hell,” a third confirmed, grinning. “Your buddy, bat-cunt, is hostage for your good behavior. In fact you’re all each other’s hostages. Perform this simple task badly, and it’s not you that will suffer.” “You fucking bastards,” Batman said, but he winced when Signal’s scream joined Nightwing’s. “Sit down, bat-cunt,” Lobo said, and Batman, defeated, sat, staring up at his minder with venom and resignation on his face. Lobo closed the door, leaving a Lobo behind to make sure the Dark Knight didn’t go walk-about, and went down the line of stalls, pushing a different member of the Bat Frat into each one. Now, Red Robin sat looking from graffitied wall to graffitied wall, anticipating. He didn’t know if his buddies, or his mentor, had noticed, but he had been totally turned on by everything that had happened to him so far�fuck, he’d even gotten off watching their heads used like cunts. Throughout the capture, the bondage, Batman’s anal rape, being paraded as a bound prisoner, getting facefucked, and finally the lessons in sucking cock, Red Robin’s 8 inch woody had been front and center, distending whatever he had been wearing, a barometer of his burgeoning sexual awareness. With no warning, a red-ringed gloryhole appeared in the left hand wall, and a normal-looking, normal 6 inch cock pushed through. Red Robin had no way of knowing whose cock it was, and he supposed it didn’t matter. If he didn’t suck it, he’d be responsible for one of his brothers’ suffering the agony of a nut-crunching. More than that, though, Red Robin really wanted to take this rod into his mouth. He could never do this at home, but as long as they were imprisoned here, well, he could suck all the cock he wanted without fear of being judged. So what was he waiting for? Red Robin look the cock in his gloved hand and, holding it steady, let his mouth slide down the rigid shaft, foregoing the delights of teasing the delicious-looking plum at the end. altıparmak escort Mmmmm!” he burbled in delight as he caught the taste of precum. “Yeah, Red,” a voice said through the hole, “Use that mouth, baby! Suck daddy’s dick, my beautiful boy!” The voice wasn’t his father’s, but it was familiar. If he had to guess he’d say Riddler’s, not that it mattered of course. Red Robin applied all the special tricks he had learned on Lobo’s larger dick and drove the guy on the other side of the hole wild. “Fuck!” whoever-it-was screamed, and he pulled out of Red Robin’s mouth before firing volley after volley across the chest of the hero’s costume. “Fuck!” the john gasped, again, and the deflating half-foot pulled back through the hole– which immediately disappeared. Disappeared, but only so it could be instantly replaced by another interdimensional gloryhole and another hard dick (8 inches this time, much more to Red Robin’s liking) demanding satisfaction. Red Robin sucked a dozen cocks this way�big, little, fat, thin, black, and white. In the beginning, one of his fellow captives screamed (usually muffled by a mouthful of cock), but whoever was balking learned his lesson and soon there was just the wet sound of cocksucking. While working on his seventh customer, Red Robin’s balls suddenly registered intense pain. “Fuck!” the young man screamed, dropping the cock from his mouth to avoid biting it. “Whichever one of you cunts is not doing his job, get over it already.” The pain receded, and Red Robin leaned in close to the gloryhole and whispered, “Sorry about that. One of my crew decided to get uppity.” “No problem,” the man said. “I appreciate that you didn’t bite my dick off.” “Hah,” Red Robin laughed. “I may suck it off, but I’d never bite it off.” That said, Red Robin slipped back into cocksucking mode. A kind of autopilot kicked in, and his conscious mind stepped aside to play with itself. When the young hero came back to himself, his costume was as white from ejaculated sperm as it had been red and black. Leaning back, the exhausted Red Robin shut his eyes and let his head rest against the wall. Sucking dick, though easier than he ever imagined it would be, still took it out of you during a fellatory marathon. Suddenly a hole opened in the wall behind him, and the young hero’s head fell partway through into another world. A huge dick (Green? Who had a green dick?) presented itself, and a voice said, “Open that mouth, Tim. I want to fuck your throat.” The hole dropped another inch or so, and Red Robin looked up as the huge (at least 9 inches, and probably closer to 10) green cock approached his face. Heavy green balls slapped against his forehead, and the hero opened his mouth, relaxed, and made ready to have his skull treated like a cheap whore’s pussy. He was not disappointed. The fucker knew just how deep he could bursa merkez escort go, and (unlike Lobo) he never pushed the limits. “You like my meat, bitch?” Red Robin did his best to nod his head, but the cock held him in place, so all he could manage was gurgling an affirmative. He really did. Sucking dick suited him, and the bigger the cock the better. “Good, but I want to see how much you do. Get your dick out and beat your meat while I fuck your face, cunt!” Not bothering with subtlety, Red Robin simply tore a hole in the pouch of his trunks (wait, how had he been able to do that?) and worked his 8 inches of rigid glory out into the flickering light of the squalid bathroom stall. Taking his length in hand, the hero started teasing the head until he had enough honeydew to sufficiently lube up his self-mortification. Then he really went to town on his shaft. “Good! Good!” the voice sighed as the emerald rod drilled Red Robin’s throat. “Now fingerfuck yourself too!” `Thank you, Batman, for giving me through all those acrobatics and flexibility exercises,’ Red Robin thought. The gloved hand teasing his balls fell between his thighs (which now, pressed against the stall walls, were bracing him in that lying position.) Again, the fabric of his costume gave way, and the hero slid two fingers, wet with his own ample precum, into his man-pussy. Closing his eyes, Red Robin went back into autopilot, getting facefucked and fingerfucked, while jerking himself close and closer to orgasm. “Come on, bitch,” the voice said not many minutes later, “Bring yourself off. I want to see your sperm fly!” “Ungh. Ungh. Ungh,” Red Robin gargled, and, “Argh!” when he felt his rod get that special bit harder that meant orgasm was inevitable. The dick drilling his throat withdrew and hands (yes, green hands too) lifted Red Robin’s head so he could watch as his dick let fly with a fountain of bat-boy butter that joined the many loads already staining his costume. “Fuck!” Red Robin screamed as his ass muscles clenched and released the fingers in his ass. “Holy fucking fuck!” His head was lowered once more, and as he watched a green hand began toying with the head of the green cock. “Ah! Ah! Ah!” the voice moaned, and then it got urgent. “Open your mouth, bitch. It’s time for you to experience one of my midmorning pick-me-ups.” The bullet head pulsed, and a jet of jizz (white, not green, for a change) shot out and filled Red Robin’s oral cavity. Not sure if he should swallow or not, the boy hero just lay there (still fingerfucking himself) and stared longingly at the giant snake of a dick that was in the death-throes of orgasm. Another wad, and another, shot out, and after that the big green machine simply dribbled the remains of his orgasm onto Red Robin’s face. “Real good, bitch. You can swallow now,” the voice said as the cock withdrew through the hole, “With cocksucking like this, I can see I’m going to have to cash in some chips and visit this place more often.” `Yes, please,’ Red Robin thought as he struggled back to a sitting position�just in time to see another hole pop into existence in the side wall and another cock nose through demanding his attentions.

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