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"Mind numbing chemical?" A young man, late teens, maybe early twenties.
"Check." A bass voice, rich, sexy, sourceless.
"Ollie?"
"Check."
"A.C.?"
"Check."
"Orin? Clark?"
"Check, check, checkity-check, the Czech Republic of checkedness. Everything's ready, mein herringbone."
"Alright, THOMAS. Tell Ollie it's a go. And give me a wide angle of the lab. I don't want to miss a thing."
* * * * * * * * *
"Dude, naked?"
"Sure, why not?"
"Really? That's a switch," said Arthur 'A.C.' Curry, as he quickly shucked off his t-shirt and shorts in the low lit lab.
When Oliver Queen turned around from the console he had been facing, the unclothed Curry stood in front of him with a grin. "Damn, fishboy, that was fast."
"Didn't want to give you a chance to change your mind, bro."
Queen reached into a pocket of his black leather jacket, pulling his hand out as he walked over. He started putting the dime-sized circular patches he was holding on Curry's forehead.
"Hey, they're warm, finally."
"Bitch, bitch, bitch. The leads don't have a big temperature range where they'll be functional, but they didn't need to be so cold." Queen put more of the leads on Curry's back and chest. Then his hand drifted down Curry's left pectoral, one finger circling a nipple.
Curry raised an eyebrow. His considerable endowment also began to rise, as did his nipples.
"I'm liking this." Queen's soft brown eyes met Curry's ocean-blue gaze. "Did I ever tell you how glad I am you joined the team?"
"Once or twice, boss."
"It's just the two of us. Call me Ollie." Queen crouched down and attached more leads to Curry's thighs. He reached around and put one on each buttock, and two more on his lower abdomen.
"You never put any there before, Ollie."
"I want to be thorough," Queen said to Curry's half-hardness, then looked up and waggled his eyebrows.
"Think I'm liking the thorough, dude."
"I also want to study your hydrodynamic design more fully. You know," Queen said, stroking Curry's inner thighs, "the fact that the only place you have hair is on the top of your head. Must make swimming through the water easier. It definitely makes certain parts of you stand out more."
"Never knew you swung that way."
"I've become more open to things lately. I know you're AC/DC, A.C. I've seen some of the women and guys you've gone out with." Queen moved closer, staring straight ahead. "But how," he opened his mouth wider and breathed that last word, only inches from Curry's inches, "open are you? Really?"
"Bro, you ever looked in a mirror? I've wanted to get with you since we first met," Queen's lips were nearly touching him, which turned Curry on even more. "But I didn't think you were interested, and I wasn't going to push it. Plus the whole thing with Lois could have made things weird."
"I'm over her, and I like pushing, and pulling." Queen gripped Curry's narrow waist. Hoping Queen was going to go down on him at last, Curry was disappointed when Queen stood up instead, using Curry to brace himself, but not holding too tightly. Once he was all the way up, Queen's hands glided along the smooth sides of Curry's torso as it flared out, finally reaching his armpits. Curry squirmed and giggled.
"Ticklish? After you've gotten your water recharge, we can explore that further."
"I could go for another kind of charge right now." Curry said, unbuttoning Queen's black shirt. "Silk. Nice."
Queen put his hand over Curry's after he had undone the third button, then let go and stepped back. "After the tests. That OK by you?"
"No problemo," Curry said, smirking.
"Hey," said Queen, turning his back to Curry, "do these jeans make my butt look big?"
"Dude, what butt?"
"That's right, compared to all the junk in your trunk. How many donuts do you eat to get it so huge?"
"Hey, this is all muscle. Feel!"
Queen accepted the invitation and squeezed. "Solid."
"See?"
Queen saw, and felt. Curry's full, round rear curved out below the small of his back, and felt tight as a drum.
"You can let go. Or not."
"Right. Seriously, what kind of workout do you do to have an ass like that?"
"Just swimming. But then, I swim a lot." Curry took Queen's hands, placing them on his buttocks again. "And you can have an ass like this. Exactly like this. Anytime you want, bro."
"Man, you have a one-track mind." Queen said as he went to a console, "After the tests, alright?"
"Alright. By the way, the jeans? Make your butt look fine."
"Bet you say that to all the guys."
"Nope, only the ones with behinds that fine. Not the girls so much, though. They don't always take a compliment about their ass the right way."
"Enough talk, Flipper. Into the drink."
Curry climbed up a ladder and eased into an aquatic tank that was a ten foot cube. "What's that, dude?" he said, pointing at a box on the inside near the front of the tank, about three feet from the bottom. It was above the speaker Queen used to communicate with Curry while he was underwater. There was a plastic tube that attached to the box and went through the wall, eventually connecting to a metal canister.
"Something to control the salinity better."
Curry tasted the water. "Then it's working great. Nice and salty, just the way I like it."
"Thick and creamy, too, I bet. Oh, you mean the water."
"Huh? What are you talking' Ah, I get it. Yeah, I like that salty too."
He sank until he was completely immersed, languidly waving his arms.
"How you doing?"
Curry smiled and gave a thumbs up.
"Soon, Oliver, he shall be in our power," a deep, velvety, sultry voice whispered in Queen's ear.
"Don't do that, Tommy," said Queen as he bent over a console, pretending to study readings, "you startled me."
"I was getting bored; Boss just wants to watch, so I thought we could chat. The drug's working, just so you know. There's already an alpha and gamma wave increase. See, I can chew and walk gum at the same time."
"You're a computer, how can you' Wait, don't you mean walk and chew gum?"
"Dude, joke."
"Sounds like you've been listening to A.C. too much."
"No, bro, it's cool. Incidentally, his pulse rate's dropped another five beats per minute. He should be starting to feel it now."
"Time to help things along, then."
Queen dropped a pen on the floor, stooping to pick it up. Then he knocked some of the extra leads over, and picked them up, one at a time. He's so teasing me with that butt, thought Curry fuzzily, so horny, can't, can't think straight.
"You are a devil, Ollie Ollie Oxenfree. I knew I liked you for some reason."
"You're responsible for that, Tom-Tom. Part of the conversion process, right?"
"Actually, no. That was already there. I may have, shall we say, loosened your inhibitions while I was rooting around in your head."
"Whatever you did, I'm happy the way I am now."
"Of course you are, Ollie. I do good work."
"And the show wasn't just for A.C., it was for Jay-Jay too."
"Natch, since you know how much Boss likes appreciating the assets of his property. Hmm, Aquastud's trying to fight the effects."
Queen looked at the tank, and saw Curry shake his head a couple of times. Rising to the top, his head emerged from the water.
"What's wrong?"
"Kinda dizzy. Usually feel better after being in the water this long. Sure there's nothing in it, dude?
"No," Queen lied, "just salt."
"Maybe I should get out."
His voice pitched low and soft so only Queen could hear, THOMAS said, "He should be suggestible enough for you to stop him. Be forceful; tell him to stay."
"No, Arthur." Queen spoke as if Curry was a recalcitrant child, "You don't want to get out."
"But why?"
"Arthur, you want to stand on the bottom of the tank. You want to breathe in and out deeply. That will make you feel better."
"Huh, wha? yeah," said Curry, his objections evaporating from his mind," bottom of the tank, breathe, better."
Curry descended to the tank's base. His broad chest expanded and contracted as he took in the water. Some part inside him struggled, but he could not understand why. Gradually, his breathing became more and more shallow, eyes more bleary, thinking more clouded. Conversely, his manhood swelled, pointing upwards, gently bobbing in time with his slowed heartbeat.
"He's totally under now," said THOMAS, "Jay'll be here in a bit."
Queen pressed a button on one of the consoles. Bubbles streamed up from the floor of the tank as the water emptied through the grating on the bottom, while the front of the tank slid down into the floor. The draining stopped when only a foot's worth of liquid was left, and the tank's front only a few inches higher than that.
By this time, a tall teenager had joined him.
"Damn, with that jacket and those jeans, you're bringing sexy back. No, strike that, 'cause, let's face it, it never left."
"It's all for you," said Queen, as he sauntered up to the young man, draped his arms over the other's shoulders, ground their crotches together and softly sang into his ear, "'cause baby, I'm your slave, I'll let you whip me if I misbehave."
"Hold up! How the fuck do you know that song? JT doesn't even exist in this universe, last I checked."
"Blame Tommy."
"You're always complaining, oh fearless liederkranz," said THOMAS, "that no one, except me, gets the references. So I've been giving Ollie a crash course in alternate dimension pop culture, including Mister Timberlake. You like?"
"THOMAS, I love. Though it bugs me when you use that nickname, Ollie. His name is an acronym for Total Holistic Operating Management Aid System. Calling him Tommy, that makes no sense at all."
"Geez, boss, sometimes you can be so literal."
"I did create you, forgive me for feeling proprietary."
"OK, 'Dad'. I don't mind the nickname, though. Can he use it, please, please, can he, please?"
"Yeah, Jay-Jay, please?"
"You're pushing it, the two of you. But how can I say no," Jay said, lifting his eyes up, staring at nothing, "to that voice, or," looking at Queen, "that face. You know, Ollie, not many people can get away with calling me Jay-Jay. But you, you are one of the privileged few. I like it when you misbehave, but I've got something better in mind than whipping you."
Grabbing Queen behind his head with one hand and hugging him close with his other arm, Jay roughly kissed him, then said, "I was wondering whether you were going to let yourself get distracted with A.C. Don't get me wrong, I can see how distracting he could be. Or you, for that matter." Jay ran his fingers through Queen's tousled blonde hair, traced a finger down his aquiline nose, then gently cradled his face, thumb stroking his cleft chin.
"That? Part of the plan. Get him hot and bothered, up his pulse rate, make the drug travel through his bloodstream faster. Plus provide some extra in-flight entertainment for you, sir."
"You are so much more than a pretty face and a smoking body. Not that I'm complaining about either." Jay turned to the tank. "But now let's see how well the drug's working on the catch of the day. Mm, he is a hunk-and-a-half, isn't he? Bigger than I thought, all over. I mean, look at the prow on that steamer. Whoa! The thing deserves its own name."
"How about Levi?" said THOMAS.
"Huh?" said Jay and Queen in unison.
"Short for leviathan. 'Cause it is one."
"I like that," said Jay, "we'll go with 'Levi'. That bit of Viagra we included in the formula sure helped 'Levi' achieve its current proportions. A.C., face the tank wall to your right. Nice to see he's got a stern to match."
"Do ya think you're ready for that jelly?"
"I'd say everyone here is ready, willing, and more than able. Bootylicious, huh? You do have a gift for the apt allusion."
"That's 'cause I take after you, 'Dad'."
"No argument there. Anyway, back to the matter at hand. A.C., stick a finger in your ass. Stretch it out, loosen it up. Good. Take it out. Now use two fingers. Work 'em around. Take them out. Ollie, time for the toy."
Queen went back to the console he had been standing at and pressed another button. The box in the tank, which was on the wall behind Curry, opened like a flower at sunrise, exposing what looked like a long balloon. Fluid traveled from the metal canister through the tubing towards the tank. The balloon expanded, becoming recognizable as penis-shaped. It keep growing until it was nearly a foot long.
"Now, A.C., back up and get the dildo in you." As Curry pushed, a liquid suddenly covered the entire length of the dildo. A couple of inches went in right away.
"That's so cool," said Queen, "how's it do that?"
"There are tiny holes all over. There's a special polymer coating inside that holds the gel, and stays solid as long as there's no external pressure. Once there is some, the polymer becomes permeable and the gel comes out of the holes. A self-lubricating dildo; the more you squeeze, the more lubricated it gets. Neat, huh?"
Queen nodded, chuckling.
"Research and development took a while, but was worth every minute, I think you'd agree. There's an ex-Secret Service agent who enjoyed the testing, that's for sure."
"Yep" said THOMAS, "there weren't any complaints from the magnificent Mister James West"
"Keep pushing, A.C., until you can't get anymore in. Yes, yes, that's it. Hmm," Jay said, "that much. Will wonders never cease. Now bend over some and put your hands on your thighs. Alright, pump it in and out of you. Don't stop until I tell you."
"A success, wouldn't you say, Ollie?"
"Absolutely, Jay-Jay."
"You did good, really good."
"What about me, mon capitan?" said THOMAS, "Don't I get any love?"
"For what? Ollie did all the hard work."
"Hey, I taxed my circuits monitoring the big galoot. Half-humans ain't so easy."
"Please, like you haven't done any before."
"Just the one."
"Thanks for reminding me. Orin?"
A man came into the room. He was a near duplicate of Queen, even down to the cleft chin, but younger and bulkier, with spikier hair and aquamarine eyes. He wore dark khaki board shorts, and nothing else. Queen's eyes widened.
"In a minute. But first let's see how A.C.'s doing." Jay walked over to the booth, with the other two following.
"He's sure going to town on that thing. It's practically all the way in. Talk about hidden depths. Funny how he almost looks smarter when he's drugged. Wouldn't take much, though; he's not the brightest sardine in the can. But I'm more interested in his brawn than his brains anyway, since I've already got the smart one. Isn't that right, Orin?"
"If you say so. Which one's my evil twin?"
"Both, or neither. Oh, you still haven't been introduced. Sorry, the wet muscle-bound dildo-humping man with the huge throbbing boner made me lose my train of thought; I don't know why. Orin, this is billionaire playboy Oliver Queen, head of Queen Industries. Secretly the Green Arrow, and the organizer of a bunch of super-powered folks. Who'll eventually also be my playthings. Ollie, this is Orin, my man from Atlantis. Not to be confused with Mark Harris, but that's another show. Where Orin's from, though, most people know him as Arthur Curry."
"But that's..."
"I know, I could call him Aquaman, but I figured it'd be better to use his Atlantean name, Orin, to completely avoid confusion," Jay said, as he put his hand on Curry's thick shoulder, "with this one. He's from a parallel universe, doncha know, tangential to this one. Not the same one I'm from, we don't have any native superheroes there. Orin has A.C.'s abilities, but looks like you. Not an exact copy, mind you; that would've been easy. I explored a few dimensions, and this variation caught my eye. Had to get my hands, and everything else, on him. Thought he'd be fun to have around. Speaking of which, Clark! Front and center."
A red-and-blue blur streaked through the room. When it stopped, in its place was a shaggy-haired well built young man wearing a red jacket, and a blue t-shirt and faded jeans that looked like they were painted on.
"Smallville's joining the party?" said Queen, "this is my lucky day."
"Ours, not just yours. Orin, meet Clark Kent, from Smallville, as Ollie said. From farther away originally. Much, much farther."
"Another dimension, like me?"
"No, another planet in this dimension. A pleasure," said Kent, shaking Orin's hand firmly.
"Likewise."
"The pleasure," said Jay, "will be everyone's, guaranteed. But first things first. Ollie, turn off the toy." Once the dildo deflated completely, Jay said, "A.C., come here, then turn around. Clark?" Kent opened his left hand. In his cupped palm was what appeared to be a large ball bearing, which he held close to Curry's neck.
"Aqua 1, activate." When Jay said those words, six thin wires extended equidistantly from the ball, folded, then folded again, with the ends touching Kent's palm. Raising itself, the spider-like device scuttled forward and sank its legs an inch into Curry's skin. The ball lowered until it touched his neck, then stopped moving.
"I'll let THOMAS explain; it sounds so much sexier coming from him.
"'Bout time, chief. The spideroid is releasing self-replicating nanobots into his bloodstream. In a few hours, they'll be all through his body, and more importantly, his brain. Then I can complete his conversion remotely. They worked so well on Clark, we decided to use them again on A.C. for the halibut. He'll stay zoned in the meantime, since he's standing ankle-deep in drugged water, and absorbs it through his skin. The spideroid will detach once the 'bots begin replicating. Which is right about... now."
The tiny machine extracted itself from Curry. Skittering back into Kent's palm, the legs contracting, becoming a ball again, which he slipped into a pants pocket.
"While we're waiting," said Jay, "there are better ways to pass the time. Guys," he turned to the new arrivals, "strip. So, Ollie, you haven't said much. Penny for them."
"It's a lot to take in. I'm trying to wrap my head around the Orin/A.C. thing. I knew you were from another universe, but a double of me is a whole 'nother thing. Though the more I see, the less it bothers me. The opposite, actually. Seeing a naked, younger, and, let's face it, better built version of me' you'll let us have some time together, right?"
"One of the reasons I brought him. If you can tear yourself away from Clark, that is." Seeing Queen gaze below Curry's navel, he added, "Something else?"
"It's just, damn", said Queen, licking his lips, "I've seen him with nothing on before. Does it every chance he gets; says he wears clothes only when he has to. But I've never seen him like this."
"At full mast, so to speak?"
"Uh huh, that. Hell, I never knew 'Levi' could get that long, or thick."
"'Never knew?' Don't you mean 'always hoped?'"
After a pause, Queen said, "Maybe."
"You want some of that." Not a question this time.
"God yes! Um, please?"
"Think you can manage? Like you said, 'Levi' ain't small."
"Maybe not all, but I can manage. A virgin I ain't. Just give me a few times with him; I'll have that whole thing in me."
"You are such a manwhore, Ollie."
"Whose fault is that?"
"Mine, actually," said THOMAS. "Before he was only a minor league slut. You're welcome, O my creator."
"Thank you, THOMAS, I don't appreciate you enough, you're the best operating system a guy could ever have, yadda-yadda-yadda. That better?"
"No, but it'll do. It's nice to hear every once in a while, ya know."
"True. And I couldn't manage without you. 'K?
"'K." THOMAS' voice sounded warmer, more content.
"Where was I? Oh, yes, Ollie, the insatiable bottom."
"Hey, with all the action you throw at me," Queen said, leering at Kent, "especially Farmboy, how could I not be? And I'm not just a bottom. Mostly, but not always."
"Point taken. And regarding the topic in hand, let's have you and 'Levi' get better acquainted. Orin, you'll tap A.C.'s ass at the same time. Ollie, out of your gladrags. But take your time; don't mess up the nice clothes."
Queen tossed his jacket on a chair. He unbuttoned his black silk shirt and let it join his jacket. He kicked off his shoes, slid off his black slacks, and added them to the pile of clothes.
Yet he was not unclad. He had on a vest with attached hood, armbands above his biceps, and chaps. Assless and crotchless chaps. All of which were made from a fine mesh of green leather.
"Wow! Just, wow. The whole X-rated Green Arrow ensemble turned out even better than I hoped. Pretty smoking and fucking hot!"
"Glad you like it."
"Like doesn't even begin to express it. And I am so glad you don't wax your chest in this universe." Blonde as Queen was, his furry torso seemed only slightly fuzzy at first glance. Both pectorals were covered, and a wide trail went down the middle of his abdomen. "I know they're talking lower when they say the carpet matches the drapes, but this," said Jay, putting his hand on Queen's chest, "is my kind of carpet." Jay pursed his lips and blew lightly on it. Queen bit his lip and inhaled through his nose sharply. "Not as thick as some. Tom Selleck comes to mind. But, much as I like a forest of fur, I can make do with a prairie of hairy. Only wish the rest of you could grow some hair up there."
Jay fingered the chaps. "I'm going to have to get these in blue. That ex-Secret Service agent I mentioned needs a set, that's for sure. He has some, but not in mesh. You wouldn't believe how awesome Jimmy's ass looks in chaps. And this kind, whoa! I'll introduce you one of these days. You'll like him, especially since he's been youthanized."
"What, he's dead?"
"No, no, y-o-u-t-h-anized, not e-u-t-h-anized. As in I restored him to his youth. He's physically about 22. I went a few years younger myself."
"I thought you were maybe twenty-one."
"Hey, I was shooting for eighteen. Add about twenty to that for how old I really am. There's more where that came from, too. No reason we can't all be young and pretty for decades, maybe forever. But enough of that for now. Before we start, though, let me take in all you super-powered studpuppets.
"Um, Jay-Jay?"
"I'm not neglecting you, Ollie. I count being ultrafine right up there with what they can do. Better?
"Much. You really know how to make a guy feel good."
"And don't you know it, babe. OK, back to the looking. Thank god I made myself young again, 'cause the sight of y'all could give an older man a coronary."
Queen could have easily been a model out of an Abercrombie and Fitch catalog. A very kinky one, with what he had on at the moment. He had the kind of athletic build one got from working out (but not too intensely) and an active life.
His relentless pursuit to perfect his body derived, in part, from his misplaced belief in his shortcomings in the 'male parts' department. That pursuit sometimes led him to take risks when exercising. Jay had made some modifications in that regard. For example, Queen was often in the habit of doing bench presses without a spotter. Now Kent, who could lift a tractor with his pinky, spotted for him.
Many believed Queen's life was one filled with parties and womanizing when he wasn't running Queen Enterprises, and wondered how he could stay in such great shape. Little did they know he got a good amount of exercise fighting crime as the Green Arrow.
Curry's blonde hair was short, above the ears and neck like Queen's. It never got longer than that, though, probably due to his aquatic nature. He was handsome, and his eyes always seemed like they were narrowed in concentration.
He made Michelangelo's David look scrawny. He had almost no body fat, which emphasized his muscles even more. His scuba-flipper-sized lent credence to the old adage about how that related to the size in other areas. His rump was high and round and firm, more so than any of the rest.
Orin's physique was similar to Curry's. His chest, however, was broader, his waist narrower, giving him a more accentuated V-shaped torso. His nipples were as big as half-dollars, more than twice as large any of the others.
Not as defined as A.C., thought Jay, but few are. Like I'm disappointed because he only has a six-pack and not an eight-pack.
Kent was the only brunette, with near shoulder length hair. Originally much shorter, Jay had him grow it out. It had also been much neater, but after trying a mussed-up and just this side of unkempt style, Jay decided it suited him better. Prettier than the others, he was less ripped, more beefy. And he looks his age, thought Jay. That's because it's not an older actor playing him. He had more in the parts department than Queen, but smaller than Curry or Orin.
"Before we get started, Clark, be a love and get a towel and dry Arthur off above the waterline. Ollie and Orin need to be able to get a nice solid grip."
Kent carried out Jay's instructions in a matter of instants.
"Alrighty then, let's begin, shall we? A.C., face us and squat down, but stay on the balls of your feet."
Curry complied, his erection protruding past his bulging thighs.
"Everybody else taken the antidote?" The other men nodded. "Good. Don't need any of you getting zonked out while playing in the water. Now Ollie, sit down on A.C."
Queen straddled Curry and lowered himself, putting an arm behind Curry's neck With the other, he reached back and under to hold the hard-on, pushing down until he rested on Curry's thighs.
"Ok, Ollie, hold on to A.C. with both hands. Orin, get behind him and make sure 'Levi' stays in. I'm going to have A.C. stand up, and when you can, Ollie, wrap your legs around his waist. And let more of him in. Oh, like I even need to tell you. Now stand up, A.C. Not too fast."
Curry rose, Orin keeping him inside Queen. Part of the way up, Queen's legs encircled Curry as instructed. His brow furrowed, breath hissing through clenched teeth as more of "Levi' entered him.
"Stop! Stop stop stop."
Curry halted. He was about a third of the way from standing completely straight, with half his length inside Queen.
"That's, that's all I can manage. It's not the length, it's the width. Feels so good, though."
"I'm surprised you couldn't handle more. You're slacking on the manwhoring. I suppose I'll have to amp up your training regimen. A.C., put your hands under Ollie's butt and help support him." Since Curry derived his strength from how wet he was, carrying Queen while his own feet were in water would be easy for him. "Stand up the rest of the way; don't go into him anymore. Good. Your turn, Orin." Splashing behind Curry, Orin plunged in without hesitation, eliciting only a mild grunt from his almost-doppelganger.
"A.C., fuck yourself on Orin while you're screwing your boss. Not too fast or hard, we don't want you damaging Ollie. Don't cum until I say so. That goes for all of you." Curry hips moved back and forth gently as he carried out Jay's commands.
Once a steady rhythm was established, Jay said. "I didn't forget about you, Clark. You can play with the others in a while. But I need that super mouth down here, " Jay said, as he took off his pants. "I'll stand so you can see the sideshow. "
Smiling, Kent knelt before Jay and quickly swallowed him. His eyelids fluttered and he moaned, the vibration making Jay even harder. Kent was thrilled as always to gratify his Master's desires. He remembered his first time, and how unprepared he was for the overwhelming ecstasy of the experience. Jay had told him it had been programmed into his mind as part of the conversion. Satisfying the Master would always surpass any other pleasure. Being in his presence while he was having sex with someone else, or while other slaves of his were having sex, was the next best thing. So Kent bobbed up and down on Jay, contented, while watching the others out of the corner of his eye.
"You give the second-best head in the universe, Clark. "
Kent pulled off Jay and peered up. "Second best?"
"You know who's number one; he's had more practice. The two of you have been practicing on each other, I hear."
"Practice makes perfect, and I want to be perfect for you. And if I have to be second, he's who I'd want to be number one."
"Super. Alright, enough talk. Get that purty mouth of yours back to what it was doing so dang good."
Kent returned to his oral duties, but still watched the other men when he could.
Meanwhile, Queen felt like he was being split in two by 'Levi'. Covered in sweat, his head swam. "Guh, guh, guh, god, losing my, aw fuh, my grip." As his hands slid from Curry, he felt powerful arms encompass him, pulling him forward.
"Easy," said Orin, now holding Queen and drawing him closer, "I've got you. Relax and enjoy the ride."
"Thanks, thought I was..." The rest of his response was muffled as Orin kissed him.
Queen's rigidity slid up and down as it was tightly squeezed between his abdominals and Curry's chest, becoming more and more sensitive. Between that and the invasion from behind, it wasn't long before Queen said, "Can I, uh, can I, uh, uh, gotta, gotta, oh god, let me, have to, uh, uh, uh?"
"Wow, Ollie, he's really fucking your brains out. Lucky for you I can tell what you're trying to say. Orin looks to be in the same condition. "Permission granted, guys."
"Thanks." Moments later, Queen fell back and, without touching himself, erupted. He hit under Curry's chin over and over, his load trickling down between Curry's pectorals. At the same time, Orin rammed into Curry, fingers digging into his waist above Queen's legs. Curry's expression remained unchanged throughout, with no evidence of strain, pain or pleasure showing.
"Can I get off now, Jay-Jay?" said Queen.
"You haven't already?"
"I mean off him."
"Sure. A.C., stop. Orin, help Ollie."
Orin pulled out, his load oozing out of Curry. He got behind and hugged Queen's waist.
"Let go, I got you."
Queen released his hold and leaned back against Orin, who pulled him back until Queen's feet were on the ground.
"Damn, I'm gonna have to sit in soft cushy chairs for a week. Hold me for a bit, OK? My legs are majorly cramped. Don't think I can stand on my own yet."
"Fine by me," said Orin, his still hard pole nestled in the cleft in Queen's ass, "I'm not going anywhere."
"Your turn, Clark. Take over where Orin left off. Don't hold back, he's super enough to take it."
"Not as much as the Man," said Kent.
"No," said Jay, "but pretty damn close."
Kent grasped Curry's lats. Raising him, Kent slammed him down, completely impaling the zoned-out man. He leaned back, then let go of Curry, who started moving up and down.
"Look, pa, no hands!"
"Clark, you are such a showoff." Seeing Orin's startled expression, Jay added, "Told you he was strong. Yep, even there. He could knock a Mack truck over with that thing. You'll have to experience all of Clark's special abilities. Right, Ollie?"
"Oh, absolutely. Smallville'll definitely spoil you. But you never let him cum when he's inside me. I've shot off in him more than once. It doesn't seem fair."
"Not gonna happen. It's for the best, honest. Do you have any idea what the muzzle velocity of his sperm is? He could blow a hole in your stomach or splatter your brains all over the place, depending on where it's pointing."
"Hey, Jay, now look!"
Kent floated about a half foot of the ground. He was holding Curry's waist and moving his hips in a circular motion, twirling Curry's cock like a stripper's tassels.
"Clark, enough playing with your meat. And get him back in the water."
"Hey, speaking of that, could Oliver fill up the tank again? Not all the way to the top, maybe eight feet or so."
"I love how you still call him Oliver. Even after all I've done with you, you've still got the whole boy scout thing going on. Kind of endearing, actually. Though maybe I need to give you some red kryptonite, to bring out more of your nasty side. But to your question, no. You'd make waves that'd spill out all over the place, and maybe even break the tank. Don't worry; I'll let you do him underwater. It'll just have to be later, out in the middle of the ocean, where you'll have more room, and not have to be concerned about generating tsunamis."
"OK."
"Don't sulk. It won't change my mind. You'll do fine this way. Anyway, gives you something else to look forward to. And all this goofing about; let's fix that. A.C., squeeze that ass of yours as hard as you can, milk Clark."
Curry squinted. Kent's jaw dropped, his whole body shuddered, and he gasped several times.
"That's enough," said Jay, "relax, A.C."
Exhaling, Kent's head fell onto Curry's shoulder,
"You alright there?"
"Need a, need a minute."
Jay waited. "Clark, it's been two minutes."
Kent raised his head, and Jay could see his eyes were unfocused. "That was, oh man, I didn't know it could feel like that."
"Bad?"
"Heck no, fantastic! I wasn't ready, that's all."
"You thought only Kal could do that. Surprise! Now we can get down to business. A.C., squeeze, but half as hard as you did before, and relax. Keep doing that. What are you waiting for, Clark? Go ahead and give it to him already."
"Fine. You asked for it." Kent said, looking and sounding like he had gotten a huge dose of red kryptonite. He brutishly pounded Curry, making him flop like a rag doll and his head roll from side to side. There was an audible slap each time Curry's meat hit his abdomen or one of his thighs.
"OK, time for some chicken-of-the-sea. Orin, help Ollie over to that chair. Sit and rest, Ollie, you've earned it.
"Thanks, Jay-Jay. That took more out of me than I thought."
"That's because you had so much put into you."
"There is that."
"Orin, go sit on that exam table. Now lie back. Good." By this time, Jay had gotten completely undressed. He poured a large glass of water over the stretched out man. "Want to get you up to speed." Putting on a condom he had gotten out of a pocket of his discarded pants, he picked up and spread Orin's legs. Without warning, he entered the bigger man, who arched his back and gripped the edges of the metal table. He groaned, exhilarated by this initial intrusion of his Master. When his prostate was poked, he crumpled the metal as if it were aluminum foil, crying out as he bent nearly in half, until the top of his head was flat against the table. The pleasure was overwhelming. Then there was darkness.
"He's OK, just passed out. He'll come to in a bit."
"Thought he'd be able to handle it, but guess it was too much for him."
"You know you love when that happens"
"What, fucking a hot guy into unconsciousness? Surely, you jest."
"I don't. And don't call me Shirley. Our condom was a success, I see."
"What gave it away? My not screaming as my dick wasn't crushed into a bloody pulp?"
"Yeah, that."
"Worked fine. Just enough pressure gets through to make it feel very nice. Sure went through plenty of field testing."
"The Kryptonian twosome didn't seem to mind."
"Natch. Better living through exhaustive research, that's my philosophy. Enough talk for now. There's better things to do while I'm waiting for him to wake up. Which won't be long, with his constitution."
Jay kissed his way from the middle of Orin's torso, down his stomach to his bellybutton, and back up again, while massaging his shoulders and pectorals.
After Orin had revived and recovered, Jay said, "You're going to do the work here. Do a sit-up, take your time, kiss me, repeat until I tell you to stop." Complying, his lips met Jay's and they kissed. Each sit-up made Orin's abdominals much more visible. He also tightened his ass muscles, massaging Jay better than if Jay were actually fucking him. After every fourth or fifth sit-up, the sensations within reduced him to near-incoherence. He would fall back on the table and lay quivering and whimpering like a new-born puppy for a few seconds, then resume his sexual calisthenics.
After a while, Jay's attention was diverted by Curry's wild flailing from Kent's merciless hammering.
"Clark, stop. All that thrashing about is getting way too distracting. I know I said to give it to him but, crikees, you could dislocate a shoulder, the rate you're going." Responding to Kent's bewilderment, he said, "His, not yours, of course. A.C., put your feet behind Clark's ankles. No, that's not quite it. Try behind his calves. Mm, that's better. Arms at your side. Chin up. Stay that way. There, now he looks like the proud figurehead on the front of a galleon. 'Cept they didn't use guys; their loss. Go for it now, Clark, let's see how that works."
Kent lifted Curry until his bent knees were straight, then brought him down again. Speeding up, they reminded Jay of a car engine, with Curry the piston to Kent's rod. A very well-oiled engine of sexual combustion.
Jay watched Kent and Curry going at it between Orin's kisses. After a short time, with all the mega-hotness, Jay knew his own release was imminent.
As if he heard those thoughts, Kent said, "Jay, can I, you know? Please?"
"Soon, Clark, I'm pretty close too. And don't pull out; A.C.'ll be OK. When I say 'Do it'. You too, Arthur." Before long, Jay said, "Oh, almost, going to, need to, got to, Do It!" Jay blasted into Orin, feeling like he was never going to stop. Simultaneously, Kent put Curry back on the ground, pumping feverishly, adding to the copious amount of cum that Orin had left. Curry geysered onto his own chest, on top of the dried leavings from Queen.
Breathing heavily, Jay said, "Clark, hoover him out, but don't hurt him. Orin, Ollie, lick off all that salty goodness. When you're done, Clark, help them."
After they finished, Jay said, "Guys, go shower. Clark, get some of Ollie's casual clothes, enough for all of you. After you've dried yourselves, everybody get dressed." Once the other men had left, Jay said, "A.C., roll around in the water. That's it. Now stand up." Rivulets streaming down his torso, Curry looked like a statue after a rainstorm. Rinsed off, and with an extra dose of the drug, thought Jay, that works for me.
When Queen, Orin and Kent returned, Jay said, "Well, that still leaves us a chunk of time. What to do? Hey, for starters, group hug, me in the middle. Mm, surrounded by big strapping men completely under my control. Doesn't get much better. Group snog." As the men kissed each other, Jay let himself relax, enveloped by their warmth and strength. A.C. would be all his soon, like these men and supermen were. Until then, this would tide him over.
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CAST:
Oliver Queen / Green Arrow - Justin Hartley
Arthur "A.C." Curry / Aquaman - Alan Ritchson
Orin / Aquaman - Justin Hartley
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