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Chapter 1

At one of the smaller Gotham theaters, various members of the Titans had signed up to show off various skills in a local talent show. Entry was not open to everybody. A PR person had gone directly to the Titans themselves and put in the request for them to be the performers, this way they could draw in bigger crowds and the theater could make more money.

Nightwing had brought the prospect up at a meeting. Red Arrow immediately asked he could partner up with him. Duke Thomas and Static Shock decided to partner up as well and so did Beast Boy and Cyborg.

Kid Flash and Impulse learned about it after everyone else. They decided not to partner though as two speedsters on one team would be too much for anyone to handle. Impulse was quick to latch onto Blue Beetle who he was sort of dating. This left Kid Flash looking for a partner. Sadly Red Devil was an option but not Kid Flash's first pick, so he zoomed off through a ZETA tube to try and see what Kaldur was up to down in Atlantis.

Red Devil wasn't the most popular Titan but he at least had friends who weren't all on the team. He called up Zachary Zatara, who was Zatana's cousin named after her father. He was a powerful magician in his own right though he kept mostly to the Asian scene. At first, Zatara wasn't interested at all and made up an excuse that was obviously fake. But then when Red Devil started begging him over the phone and said he could do anything he liked to him for the show, Zatara finally caved in and agreed to be his partner. Red Devil put the phone down and leaped into the air with a cloying amount of joy. "YEAH WHOOOO!!!!"

Kid Flash stepped out of the ZETA tube and found himself in Atlantis. The whole kingdom gave him the creeps but had its own sort of charm in a sexually perverted sort of way. Immediately to his left was a huge glass wall of a great undersea aquarium. Enormous fish swam in it, each one more than worthy of being hung on someone's wall and all along the bottom there were droves of crabs roaming about clawing at every precious piece of food they could find.

There were guards posted around but he was known to them. Atlantian guards wore scantily clad armor that showed off their whole mid-section and thighs. They were all very well endowed compared to surface dwellers and wore thongs that were no more than belts with thin chains forming bars over the front of their dicks and balls.

Kid Flash was known to the guards but didn't zoom past any as a sign of respect. "Uhh hay," He said to one. "I'm looking for Kaldur."

The Guard pointed him toward the throne room.

This hallway was lined with naked Atlantian men tightly mummified with their arms crossing and their feet and dicks out. They had been turned to stone as a sort of test. Each one was centered on a trapdoor that lead into the open ocean below, some even down into the Trench. Though turned to stone, it was still possible for them to cry out and moan. Statues weren't allowed to talk and signs indicated that should anyone hear a statue make a sound then they were to pull the rope beside them which opened the trapdoor and sent the stone Atlantian plummeting into the abyss below.

None of the statues made a noise while he was around, which was somewhat disappointing but he had other reasons for being here.

To his surprise, Damian was here too dressed in his Robin outfit. He had brought Goliath as well. Goliath was his enormous pet demon, gifted to him by his assassin mother. The hulking beast had shaggy red fur the nose of a cat, ears somewhat like a bat would have but not quite. It had enormous wings too and a great long tail.

Someone from the throne room had come out and said, "The King will see you now." To Damian.

Kid Flash drifted inside along with everyone else. Inside there were crowds of guards standing all around looking nervously at the beast, which towered so tall it had to crouch and tuck its wings in to get through the doorway to the throne room. Looking past that though, Aquaman sat up on his throne yawning. Standing before him were Garth (Tempest), Kaldur, and two other Atlantians that Kid Flash didn't recognize.

Aquaman tapped his trident and told Damian, "We have heard your request. As you know you are like a second son to me and anything you desire that I have said I shall grant it. You may pick of these four to fulfill your request."

Damian talked the line a moment, keenly eyeing Garth and Kaldur's faces with scrutiny. Then he said, "It's too hard for me to pick like this. Could I see them bound up first?"

Aquaman tapped his trident. "Very well."

Men stepped forward and started stripping Garth, Kaldur and the other two completely naked. Their mouths were each stuffed with wads of socks and then great big rolls of bandages were brought out so they could be mummified with their dick and feet sticking out, and a little rectangle around the eyes.

Kid Flash watched in bemusement as Garth was laid on the ground with his ankles locked through an iron stockade. There was a foot-tickling device with feathers wagging against his feet and he started breaking into a fit of muffled laughter. There was an elastic rope tied from his two big toes to his nuts so that when he wagged his feet, it tugged on his balls and made his dick swing a bit.

Stranger still, an Atlantian sorcerer brought out a storage disk. The stone disk fit in one hand though stretched the fingertips out to hold properly. He held it over Garth's face and activated it with magic.

Garth the stockade and foot tickler were all sealed inside their very own pocket dimension no bigger than a prison cell.

The storage disk had a portal on one side of it, showing Garth's bound-up face.

Kid Flash had managed to pull Kaldur to the side. "Murmph!?" Kaldur's eyes widened with embarrassment and surprise when he saw Kid Flash seeing him this way.

"Yo! Kaldur!" Kid Flash said hugging him as tightly as he could. "Ha, ha... catch you at a bad time?"

Kaldur glanced behind him where Garth's storage disk had been set into a metal ring with a loop of rope sticking out the top of it. Damian took him and ordered Goliath to spin around. Goliath did as he was told and Damian slipped Garth's storage disk onto Goliath's tail and forced him down toward the base so that Garth's storage disk was now covering Goliath's butt hole.

"There," Damian said. "Now you can be my demon's butt hole cozy."

Then Damian ordered Goilath to, "Spin around."

Goliath turned in place. They got sight of Garth's panic-stricken face shaking his head No! as he spun around underneath Goliath's tail, "EMMM EMMM!!! EMMM EMMMM!!!"

Damian smiled evilly. "Hmm good, but let's see how the other three look. It might be nice to have a spare or two in case Goliath breaks one scraping his but on the carpet."

Kaldur turned and gave a look to Kid Flash that said, 'help me.'

Kid Flash then loudly said. "Umm sorry to interrupt your majesty." He got Aquaman's attention along with every guard in the place as well as Damian. "But I need to steal Kaldur away for a mission on the surface. Titans business you understand."

Aquaman eyed him up and down a moment. "Hmmm, very well."

Kaldur looked relieved.

Damian looked furious. "But you said!"

Aquaman sighed. "You may have your pick of any of my other men, or you can simply have Kaldur when he gets back from his mission."

"Great," Kid Flash said and zoomed as supersonic speed to strip the bandages right off Kaldur's body leaving him in a dizzying, naked spin.

"Come along Aqualad," Kid Flash said. "We got a mission."

Kaldur cupped his hands over his cock and balls, which did little to hide them given how exceptionally well endowed he was and bowed to his king. Then he sprinted out of the throne room and met up with Kid Flash who was already walking down the hall of statues. "You could have at least let me get dressed first."

Kid Flash patted him on the ass. "What's that? You'd rather be Goliath's butt hole cozy?"

Kaldur rolled his eyes. "All right, what is this mission you need me for?"

Kid Flash then said, "Well actually it's a talent show."

It was the night of the show though things had yet to get dark out. No one was sure why but there was an odd feeling in the air. Maybe it was Joker Toxin mixed with Poison Ivy Valentine Day blossoms she'd unleashed on the city some years ago come growing back but everyone on the team was feeling frisky.

Duke Thomas parked his motorcycle in the back alleyway and became surprised as Static Shock descended atop an electrified trashcan lid.

Static stepped off asking Duke, "You ready to do this?"

Duke took his helmet off, blushing, "Yeah I think I'm ready."

Static kissed him on the lips and pushed his back to a nearby brick wall. Their hands started frisking one another.

Static pulled away, with little bits of lightning dancing around his tongue and teeth. "So are you going to suck me off or am I going to suck you off?"

Duke smiled, "We could flip for it."

Static leaned in to nibble at Duke's ear, "Or we could both just sixty-nine right on stage." He whispered softly.

It's now someone in a long trench coat came walking by. He had blond hair and was smoking a cigarette. He gave the two of them an intrigued look and walked out to the main road.

He'd made an impression on Duke though causing him to ask, "Who was that?"

Static glanced at the man's trench coat and said, "Probably just some gay pervert." Then the two got back to making out.

John Constantine stepped out onto the main road and wondered how the night was going to go. Unbeknownst to everyone else, a succubus had recently escaped from Hell and had cast a spell over all the men in the city, making them particularly frisky and a touch more sex-crazed than usual. Her spell made them want to live out their wildest sex fantasy, though not the orgies and threesomes kind. No, the ones where seemingly impossible things happened such as vore or quicksand swallowing someone up. These were the risky sorts of fantasies where someone could die easily and that was how she fed.

The issue of the Succubus had already been dealt with earlier in the evening by the Justice League Dark but the side effects of horny men getting hard-ons at the drop of a hat and wanting to live out some of their more creative fantasies would have to simply run its course.

Tonight was going to be interesting, John thought and smiled at a cute young Usher as he walked into the theater.

The Usher stopped him a moment. "I'm sorry sir we're not letting anyone in at the moment."

John told him, "It's fine. I'm part of the show." He said, and pointed along a list to his name, right beside Guy Gardner, Simon Baz, Booster Gold, Mister Miracle, and several other names.

Red Robin's bright red sportscar came prowling down the main street. He parked it just in front of the theater and stepped out with his partner, Superboy (Conner Kent). Tim Drake was dressed in his Red Robin uniform, with long feather wings and short spiky hair.

Nightwing and Red Arrow came zooming up on their motorcycles and parked just out front of the alleyway. They gave a nod to Tim and went into the alley to park. There they interrupted Static and Duke making out. "Save some for the show boys." Arrow said.

Duke and Static glared at him.

Nightwing opened a garage door farther down the alley. This led to a storage room where lots of props were kept in the backstage area. They parked their motorcycles inside.

Duke and Static joined them. Duke hadn't realized he could park his motorcycle in the building. Before the garage door shut, they noticed a green flash of light out in the alley. Both stepped outside to check it out.

Guy Gardner and Simon Baz had just touched down, still aglow with their power ring energy. They were in uniform as Green Lanterns with Guy carrying one of the charging batteries that was shaped like a glowing green lantern.

Static asked, "Hay guys? You doing security for the show?"

Guy and Baz gave him a look. Guy was shining a light in Static's eyes while Baz answered. "We're preforming tonight."

"Oh?" Static said.

Duke gave everyone a look. "I thought this was a Titans only thing?"

The garage door slammed shut and locked. They could hear Red Arrow laughing on the other side. He'd just locked them out.

"You fucking...." Duke fumed and started pounding on the door.

"It's alright kid," Baz said. "We're going in the front anyway."

Duke and Static followed Guy and Baz out to the sidewalk. A line was forming of people wanting to see the show. It was mostly middle-class couples and groups of guys who were total fanboys about this kind of thing. They were taking pictures with Robin's car and admiring the fact that it sent an electrical shock to anyone who touched it too long.

As soon as the mob got sight of two Green Lanterns people started rushing forward asking for autographs.

Static Shock drew a fair crowd as well. Duke was a lesser-known hero who went by the name Signal and got far fewer people gushing to meet him.

An Usher was outside with a step ladder and a broom. He was painting a sticky kind of glue on some signs that read "Sold Out" and plastering them on some glass poster cases to movies and events they scheduled for the coming weekends.

Duke's crowd was the first to disperse and asked the Usher, "man is it always this busy?"

The Usher told him, "Uhh we're sort of a small theater. The auditorium only seats 216 people at a time so shows are quick to sell out. They don't always do, but it happens more often than not just because we're in the city."

"Oh." Duke said nodding his head and watching as the Usher painted another Sold Out banner and slapped it right over the poster to a showing of "Hair Spray," which was for one weekend only.

In the lobby, Booster Gold and Mister Miracle were standing awkwardly. Not many people were paying attention to them. They had seen Booster Gold on the news from time to time but he was usually doing something less heroic than Batman, Superman, or Aquaman. Often it seemed like he was on crowd control. Mister Miracle was even more of an enigma to them. He spent so much time off-world that they thought he must be some kind of children's magician or clown of some sort. People had their pictures taken with them but few were really sure who either of them were.

Zachary Zatara made a grand entrance appearing out of a cloud of smoke in the middle of the lobby. Red Devil was with him looking shy to be around crowds, cupping one hand to the opposite elbow. Zatara produced a deck of cards in one hand and asked someone to pick one. The person did showed it to the crowd and then returned it to the deck. Zatara then took off his top hat, bent the deck so all the cards shot into it, then sparks flew out from his hat. A dove appeared holding one of the cards which happened to be the man's card he'd chosen. The crowd was very impressed, especially upon seeing that his top hat was now empty and he returned it to his head. He and Red Devil then made for the backstage area, signing autographs as they went.

Beast Boy and Cyborg stepped out of a limousine they'd rented for the evening. They were both wearing top hats and bowties and drew quite the crowd.

They were joined by Blue Beetle who was gliding down with Impulse clinging to his back.

Slowly but surely all the contestants made their way to the backstage area where the head Usher held up a bag, asking a member of each team to reach into and pull out a ball. The balls had numbers on them and would determine the order in which they would perform.

Cyborg went to reach into the bag first but suddenly Kid Flash appeared at super speed, reaching into the bag and pulling out a ball with a number one on it, proclaiming, "First!"

Kaldur was there too though not at all sure what had just happened. One moment he was knocking on the bathroom door asking Kid Flash if they were still going tonight or not, and then the next he saw a blur of colors streaking past his face and now he was stumbling backstage at the theater amongst a crowd of all his friends.

One by one, a member of each team reached in and pulled out a numbered ball. (And for the purposes of this story, teams were chosen by a random number generator as to when they went on and the story was written around that order. This was a fun writing experiment because each team was very much in the mind of offing the team before them to thin out the competition.)

Their order set, the teams took their seats in a backstage living room area. The team to go on next would move to the side of the stage and watch as the team that was performing was out on the main stage. With that pairing in mind, let us begin the show.

Chapter 2

An Usher announced the show was beginning and the audience took their seats. Four judges sat at a table just below the stage but in front of everyone else. The house lights dimmed and all eyes fell on the stage as the curtain was raised.

Kaldur and Kid Flash went out on stage together. Immediately Kaldur undid his pants and whipped his 20-inch-long dick out for all to see. The audience gasped at how long it was and marveled at his solid gold Prince Albert piercing through his dick hole. Kaldur stood with his hands behind his back and Kid Flash explained.

"So some of you may not know this, but Atlantians had to evolve to get erections at the deepest depths of the oceans." Kid Flash said. Then he took Kaldur's dick in hand and started jacking him off, nice and slow. "Now the pressures at those depths are enough to crush a man instantly. And that means up here on dry land, Kaldur here can basically get a permanent erection thanks to muscles in his dick that tense up to a painful degree when he gets hard. His dick doesn't release the pressure until after he manages to cum. Which means his only relief comes from cumming."

Kid Flash tore off Kaldur's orange and green shirt off. Then he ripped his dark pants away from his body and left Kaldur standing there completely naked up on stage. He had the muscular body of an Olympic swimmer.

Kaldur smirked for a moment, flush with embarrassment. The talent Kid Flash had wanted him to perform was showing off how utterly strong an Atlantian's penis was and they had practiced him lifting weights with his dick but Kid Flash had changed his mind.

"MURMPH!?!?!?!" Kaldur uttered realizing Kid Flash had stuffed a wad of socks in his mouth at super speed.

Kid Flash zoomed into a red and yellow tornado with streaks of hot pink swirled around Kaldur's body for a moment. It ended with Kid Flash grinning from ear to ear with Kaldur tightly mummified in alternating hot pink and light pink bandages. Kaldur's feet were still free as was his head and his dick and balls, but there was a green nylon rope tightly tied around his two big toes, stretched up to both of Kaldur's nuts which were being stretched from a series of knots laced to be four inches long up to the base of Kaldur's penis. They were pulling on his nuts so much that Kaldur's twenty-inch dick now aimed straight out.

Kaldur's mouth had been bandaged up too to keep the socks in his mouth. Kid Flash had tied a decorative bow with them too which hung frilly over his mouth like a present.

Kaldur's eyes shot wide open when he realized what Kid Flash had done. "MURMPH!!!" He cried out slightly bending his knees and carefully bunny-hopping to try and get free. This only made his feet tug on his nuts even more and caused his club of a dick to bounce up and down. This made the audience laugh as it was a humorous sight. Kaldur broke out into muffled whimpering, wishing he hadn't hopped around at all. Every movement he made stretched his nuts out more than they already were and the pain was finally catching up with him. "MURMPH HMM HMM HMMM!!!!" He whimpered.

Kid Flash slapped Kaldur hard on the back. Kaldur fell over forward. "Oh what are you crying about you big baby?"

Kaldur landed on his dick which thankfully bent out of the way instead of in half and he quickly tussled to roll onto his back. Kaldur leaned his head up and started shaking it. "EMMM EMMM!!! EMMM EMMMM!!!"

Kid Flash shrugged. "What? You agreed to be my assistant for this." Then he zoomed into a blur of red and yellow again, this time dashing off the stage and coming back with more goodies to tie Kaldur up with.

Kaldur's ankles were locked through a wooden stockade made of thick heavy timbers. A mechanical foot tickling device was spinning a wheel of pink and white feathers along the bottoms of his feet intermittently. The tickling forced Kaldur into wagging his feet about, making his big toes tug on the rope, pull on his nuts and wag his rock-hard cock in the air. There they broke a laser that triggered a mechanical cock flogger to spin around and swat the underside of his big black dick with leather straps, making a loud SMACK!!! "EMMM HMM HMM HMMM!!!" Kaldur cried out.

Kid Flash stood over him. "Well, our friend Kaldur is in quite a predicament." He then explained how the tickling was forcing him to stretch his nuts out and get his dick slapped. Kid Flash then held up a storage disk.

Kaldur's eyes widened at the sight of the hand-sized, stone disk with runic symbols along the outside. He knew what this meant and shook his head No! "EMMM EMMMM!!! EMMM EMMMMM!!!"

Kid Flash shook his head Yeah. "I swiped one of these from Atlantis. They require magic to work but I think I can get it to activate with a little speed force energy." Then he aimed it down at Kaldur and used the speed force to activate it. A beam of energy shot out, turned Kaldur, the stockade, the foot tickler, and cock flogger into energy and sucked them all inside. Kid Flash stood on stage alone now. The spot where Kaldur had been a moment ago was lightly smoking.

Kid Flash held the storage disk up so everyone could see. There was a portal on one side showing Kaldur's bandaged-up face looking out at everyone and still shaking his head No! "EMMM EMMMM!!! EMMMMM EMMMM!!!" On the reverse side was a portal showing more of a wide shot of Kaldur's predicament, getting his feet tickled and dick smacked and so on.

Kid Flash explained. "Storage disks were designed to preserve whatever or whoever is trapped inside of them. So no matter how many times Kaldur gets his dick smacked each hit will feel as painful as the first. Also he can't die of old age, will never get hungry or thirsty and so on. He is trapped in his little pocket dimension no bigger than a prison cell. And should anything happen to this stone disk." Kid Flash wiggled the storage disk around a little, "the portals will break and he'll be sealed in there forever, sucking on old socks, getting his feet tickled, and having his dick smacked around for all eternity."

Kaldur was giving him a concerned look through the portal, then wincing now and then as he'd smacked himself in the dick once more.

Kid Flash chucked Kaldur's storage disk up into the air in a dizzying spin with Kaldur's face spinning into a blur of brown and pink from the bandages over his mouth. "EMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!" Kaldur cried.

Kid Flash caught Kaldur's storage disk in the same hand. Kaldur was shaking his head still, "EMMM EMMMM!!! EMMMM EMMMMMM!!!"

Kid Flash tossed him up in the air again. This time slightly higher and then quickly zoomed away and back again just in time to catch Kaldur again.

There was now a table in front of Kid Flash with a hammer and chisel on it, as well as a fishbowl full of water.

Kid Flash went on with his presentation. "My talent today is this. I intend to break Kaldur's storage disk into pieces and put him back together again!"

Kaldur's eyes opened real wide this time. He was shaking his head vigorously from side to side now. "EMMMM EMMMMM!!! EMMMMM EMMMMMMMM!!!!"

Kid Flash swiftly laid the storage disk on the table, held the chisel right between Kaldur's eyes, lifted the hammer, and BAM! He broke the stone disk clean in half.

Kaldur's muffled cries had quieted down significantly. The portals had both been destroyed so there was no viewing him. The two large hunks of storage disk still rang out with his muffled cries though, too quiet to hear without putting your ear up to them but they were visibly vibrating around on the table as were a few smaller bits that had chipped off.

Kid Flash put the hammer and chisel down, then he went to work putting the two halves of the storage disk and tiny pieces that had broken off all back together. His hands moved for a moment in a bluring speed and then, a moment later, Kid Flash held up the storage disk saying. "Tah Dah!"

The portal showing Kaldur's bound-up face was back again, as was the one on the back. Everyone including Kaldur looked surprised by this. "MURMPH!?" He uttered.

"See!" Kid Flash said, "It can be done."

Kaldur was nodding his head in relief, though still wincing from having just gotten his dick smacked again. "EMMM HMM HMM HMMMM!"

"All right Kadlur, you ready for me to let you out?"

Kaldur was wide-eyed again, nodding. "RUH HUH!!! RUH HUH!!!"

"Or are you ready for a really big challenge?" Kid Flash said and gestured towards the fishbowl full of water. "I'm going to grind your storage disk up into pieces so small they'll be right at home in the bottom of this fishbowl! Then put them all back together! You ready Kaldur?"

Kaldur was wide-eyed and shaking his head NO again! "EMMM EMMMM!!! EMMMMM EMMMMM!!!"

But Kid Flash had already put his storage disk back on the table and gone to town chiseling away until his storage disk was a pile of small pebbles.

Kid Flash held the bowl under the side of the table and scooped the tiny storage disk fragments into it. They all plunked down through the water and settled into a small mound where Kaldur's own muffled screaming from getting his dick flogged caused them to settle out into the bottom inch of the bowl.

Kid Flash zoomed off the stage and back again now holding a little ornament for the bowl. "And I even got you your very own plastic castle." He said nestling it in among the storage disk pieces.

Kaldur's muffled cries could be heard slightly louder as Kid Flash leaned down, his microphone picking them up. "EMMMMMMMM!!! EMMMMMMMMM!!!"

The audience laughed.

It's worth noting that the little plastic castle had a doormat in front of the door that read 'Home Sweet Home' on it.

Kid Flash held the fishbowl up proudly for all to see. "Tahh Dahh!" He said, "And now to..."

Kid Flash was hit by a bolt of energy from the side of the stage. He froze in place and stopped talking. His teeth gritted as he fought to talk and his limbs shivered as he fought to move. Then, as if in slow motion he started to move again with his body slowly coming to take on a mid-run stance, balanced on one boot, leaned forward with the other knee bent. He was about to drop the fishbowl entirely but Red Devil came running out on stage and quickly took it from his grasp.

Red Devil was wearing a tight-fitting, black leather vest, that was so opened in the front it was still easy to see both of his nipples were pierced with gold rings. He had a gold belt on, with black leather shorts, and dark boots that came up to the knee. His long white hair flowed as he rushed out on stage in a hurry. His long devil tail whipped from side to side and grasped hold of the table leg as he took Kalder's fishbowl. His yellow eyes glowed as he passed in and out of the spotlights, dragging the table along with him.

Once he was off stage his gate slowed more into a happy trot. Red Devil's tail whipped the table against the wall, then he looked down in the fishbowl asking Kaldur, "So if they can't put all the pieces back together I guess you're trapped in there forever getting your dick whipped huh?"

Kaldur's fishbowl rang out with a faint, "emmmm hmm hmmm!"

Red Devil smiled and reminded him, "Fish pebbles can't talk Kaldur." Then he reached in and picked up a couple of Kaldur's storage disk fragments and squeezed them into a fine grain of sand. His devil tail hold of a trashcan to bring it closer to the table. He dropped the sand-like pieces into the can and dashed back out on stage.

Somehow, Kaldur had known what happened and cried out from within his pocket dimension. "EMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!" Which no one could hear.

Kid Flash was up on stage still, now frozen in an iconic Flash running pose. A portal opened in front of him and moved to take him inside, removing him from the theater altogether.

Kid Flash found himself standing atop a pedestal in the Flash Museum in the exact spot a mannequin of himself used to stand in that exact pose. Before the portal shut behind him, he heard Zachary Zatara's boisterous and presenting voice say, "Well wasn't that incredible everyone!?"

The portal closed and Red Devil stepped out to join Zachary on stage.

Zatara said proudly, "All right, if you loved that act, then you're going to love this. We're going to show you how these escape disk acts are supposed to go."

Red Devil stood with his fists at his hips as Zatara did all the talking.

Zatara waved his magic wand around and magically a black leather straitjacket seemed to fall out of thin air from where he'd waved it. He caught it before it fell and held it up so Red Devil could slip his arms through the sleeves. There were holes for his nipples to poke out through which lined up perfectly as Zatara used magic to make the straitjacket even tighter. Red Devil smiled at how firm and immovable his arms were. Zatara conjured up a gold padlock for each of his nipple rings.

Zatara then seemed to find a gold disk behind one of Red Devil's horns and then found the same behind the other one. "Now our last act was using some pretty primitive storage disks, but these are pretty advanced I have to say." He said and clanked them together. Then he showed them off to the audience. They had made a satisfying sound of metal.

They were the same size as Kaldur's storage disk but half as thick and gold-plated. They both had a portal on one side that were already activated and on the reverse side, there were embossed images. One had an embossed image of Red Devil with his dick in his mouth and the word "Worthless" stamped across his forehead. The other had Red Devil laid back in a sex swing with a fucking machine ramming him up the ass.

"Now the beautiful thing about these portals," Zatara explained, "Is that they're both connected. What goes through one, comes out the other. But where are we going to find something about as thick as a Pringles Can?"

Red Devil smiled. His leathery whip-like tail came around and unzipped his leather shorts. Then it reached inside and pulled out his twelve-inch long, uncircumcised, red devil cock, and two very swollen-looking balls. He certainly was as thick as a Pringles Can and sported a Jacob's Ladder of gold piercings all down the tender underside of his cock. He stood there jacking himself off with his tail a moment, then Zatara got the hint and placed one half of the storage disk right over his cock head. Red Devil let out a titter as the energy from the portal tickled his dick. As his thick red devil cock vanished into one portal, it protruded out the other, looking very much like a red dildo in Zatara's gloved hand.

Red Devil's cock flexed and twitched about in Zatara's hand as Red Devil flexed it. Zatara tickled the end a little and asked, "Can you feel that?"

Red Devil smiled, "Oh yeah!"

"Good," Zatara said. "But can you taste it?" and brought Red Devil's dick up to his mouth.

Red Devil stuck his forked tongue out and liked the end of his penis, then he wrapped his lips around his cockhead and worked it like a snow cone for a moment.

Zatara liked what he saw. Then he slowly pressed Red Devil's dick down into his mouth until the base of the storage disk was against his lips and he could see the bulge in Red Devil's throat from his thick cock expanding it.

"Try not to cook it now," Zatara said.

Red Devil chuckled. "Murmph Hmmph hmmph!" Along with being able to breathe fire, he had an internal temperature of about 450 degrees which certainly was enough to cook his own sausage, but he had a high tolerance for heat. More than once he'd masturbated while pressing his dick against a lit grill.

"You know," Zatara said. "We might as well do the balls too."

Zatara then bent down and with his gloved hand, forced one of Red Devil's through the storage disk portal. Comically, Red Devil's left cheek puffed up as it was now inside his mouth. Zatara then forced his other nut through the portal as well and Red Devil's other cheek puffed up too.

"You good?" Zatara asked.

"Ruh Huh! Ruh Huh!" Red Devil said with a mouth full.

Zatara conjured up a scaffold with a sex swing hanging from it. Red Devil went and sat in it. Straps came alive and wrapped around his neck, chest, and thighs to hold him in place as he laid back. Zatara raised each of his ankles into the air and looped them through hanging straps at the front of the scaffold and then he tightened them up from there.

Zatara then made a gesture as though removing an invisibility cloak off of something that had always been there. The mechanical fucking machine appeared, equipped with a rubber horse cock on the end. It was lined up perfectly with Red Devil's ass. Zatara flicked a switch with his wand and watched as the rubber horse cock began slowly thrusting up into Red Devil's ass. Red Devil swung to and fro for a bit from the motion, occasionally allowing the horse cock to penetrate him deeper. It was lubed up enough that it wasn't just pushing him with its thrusting but did leave him in a bit of a swing. He moaned uncomfortably at first but then he relaxed and things seemed to go more smoothly.

Zatara activated the storage disks around Red Devil's dick. Red Devil, the sex swing, and fucking machine were all turned into energy and sucked inside the disks between them. The two gold-plated storage disks snapped together and fused into one piece, forming a gold coin with Red Devil's worthless face on one side and him getting fucked on the other. The gold coin spun in mid-air for a moment then dropped to the ground with that same satisfying metal sound.

Zatara went and carefully scooped him up though even with gloves on it was clear the coin was still hot from the metal fusing together. He made it float magically above his hand and showed off the coin to the audience. Zatara was also conjuring wind around the coin to help cool it off.

Zatara transformed his magic wand into a microphone and held it up to Red Devil's coin. The sounds of Red Devil sucking himself off came through the theater speakers loud and clear.

"Hay, Eddie." Zatara said, "It sounds like you're sucking your dick in there."

Inside his pocket dimension, Red Devil was bobbing his head, the portals were not stationary, and he was taking full advantage. The portal was basically acting like a glory hole for his dick and balls to stick out of and he wanted to suck himself off just in case something went wrong with the trick. This could very well be the last time he'd ever get to cum. He uttered a muffled and slopping sound, "Ruh Huh!"

Zatara laughed. "Enjoy it my friend, because if anything happens to this coin, your dick's getting cut clean off!"

"Murmph!?" Red Devil uttered, playing it up for the crowd. He knew full well what the risks were going in. Unlike some teams in this talent show, they had at least rehearsed.

Zatara made another gesture as though pulling an invisibility cloak off something again. Magically, a large Plinko board appeared. "Let's see, what do we got?" Zatara said skipping about the bottom.

It was clear that Red Devil was the game token to be sent down the board, and there were five options for him to land in. "Our first is a drill press which will come down and put a hole right through Red Devil's coin. But don't worry, you'll look good hanging from Beast Boy's collar."

The second was a grinding machine. "Land here and it will grind your coin into dust and funnel you down into this hourglass."

The third option in the middle was, "Freedom. Land here and you go free." What he didn't say was that this was the smallest place he could land, only between one set of pegs instead of three like the others.

Option four was a portal to a set of railroad tracks, "Land here and your coin might get flattened by the 9:45 train."

Option five was another grinding machine though set to a different grade. "Land here and your coin gets ground up into slightly larger chunks. We'll dump you in the fishbowl so you can keep Kaldur company."

Over in his pocket dimension, Kaldur was still mummified with his ankles locked through the stockade, his feet wagging from the foot tickler, tugging on his balls, and swinging his dick to get it smacked by the flogger. "EMMMMMM HMM HMM HMMM!!!" Kaldur cried and didn't like the odds of getting out with someone else's storage disk pieces mixed in with his own. He could still hear everything happening in the outside world.

Standing over the fishbowl in the real world, Impulse was sitting up on the table with his dick out. Blue Beetle was going down on him, his tongue and fingertips were all equipped with a sonic vibrator doing all sorts of delightful things to Impulse's dick and balls. They were passing time while they waited to go on next.

Impulse felt Kaldur's storage disk pebbles vibrating against the glass, so he reached behind him and brought Kaldur's fishbowl around, "Aww Kaldur wants to play too." He said. Then he moved Blue Beetle out of the way so he could shoot his load down into the fishbowl.

Kaldur had been seeing silhouettes of the outside world going on all around him. Most of it was a blur of things too far away but the shape of Impule's dick aiming straight down at him and firing off a white cloud was unmistakable. Kaldur shook his head No, "EMMM EMMMMMM!!! EMMMM EMMMMMM!!!"

Impulse put the fishbowl back on the table and watched as his cum settled down among the pebbles. Then he said, "There you go Kaldur, I got the water nice and salty for you. Hehe."

Out on stage, Zatara climbed a ladder in the back of the Plinko Board and was about to drop Red Devil's game token down where it would dance among the pegs. "Can he do it, ladies and gentlemen?" Zatara said. "Can he land on Freedom or will his coin be ground up into dust?"

Impulse whispered to Blue Beetle, "You know what to do."

Blue Beetle nodded and formed his hand into a small, more precise version of his sonic cannon. Through his visor, he could see tiny fishing lines too small for the human eye to make out, meant to funnel and guide Red Devil's coin down to the Freedom spot. Blue fired his little sonic cannon in a focused beam to ensure Red Devil's coin fell out from the safety line, and far more likely down in the train tracks or grinder option.

Zatara let Red Devil's coin drop. It danced among the pegs drifting exactly as the trick was meant to go at first, but then it hit the break in the line and landed down on the Train Track option. Red Devil's coin danced along the rim of the portal there a moment and then fell right through the portal.

"Oh No!" Zatara said, and he started climbing down the ladder.

Impulse abruptly zoomed out of the theater. He ran all the way to the industrial district where Zatara's portal led and coated the tracks with epoxy so when Red Devil's coin landed it wouldn't bounce off.

"EMMMMM!?!?!?" Red Devil cried out fearing that something had gone wrong.

Impulse stomped his boot down on the embossed image of Red Devil's 'Worthless' face with his dick in his mouth. This got his coin good and stuck.

The loud horn of the train blared and as it came around the corner, Impulse zoomed off back to the theater.

Red Devil swiftly got to sucking his dick as fast as he could, fighting to get one last cum out because judging by the roar of the train and loud vibrations of the tracks rumbling through the walls of his pocket dimension, it was.

Zatara came running around the Plinko Board. "Oh dear! That's not supposed to happen!"

Impluse had rushed at super speed back to where he was standing to the side of the stage, right beside Blue Beetle where he had been standing an instant ago.

Zatara looked down at the coin and commanded it to magically come to him. It didn't budge though. The epoxy was holding it firmly attached to the tacks. "Oh dear!" He said. He went to reach down for it but then.... VROOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Zatara's hand recoiled as the train zoomed past his portal and each passing wheel ground Red Devil's coin flatter and flatter until it was stretched out more than three times it had been before. "Guahhh," He frowned seeing all the embossed detail of Red Devil's face reduced to a simple flattened sheet of metal.

Inside his storage disk, Red Devil's cock and balls were gushing cum down his throat, sadly they were no longer attached to his body. "EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!" He cried out, finding he now had a mouth full of dick choking him. Both portals were gone. And in the spot between his legs, there was now the branded image of his face with his dick in his mouth, the word "Worthless" was clearly readable. His storage disk had been flattened and he could do nothing but lay there as the fucking machine slowly rocked him to sleep.

After the train had left, Zatara reached down and retrieved the now very oval-shaped piece of metal that had been Red Devil's storage disk. "Well," he said, forcing himself to smile. "It looks like I'm going to need a new assistant." He joked.

The judges did not look at all impressed.

Zatara meekly walked off the stage. His Plinko Board vanished as though a curtain of invisibility had lowered in front of it. When he got backstage, he simply set the metal plate down on the table beside Kaldur's fishbowl and wandered off.

Chapter 3

Impulse and Blue Beetle stepped out on stage now. Impulse started talking, "All right, boy that act was sure a mouthful." Impulse said.

Blue Beetle laughed. "Haha, yeah."

Impulse then went on to say, "For my talent, I want to show off my hacking skills."

Blue Beetle turned to him. "huh?" He started whispering, "I thought we were going to-"

Impulse ignored him and went on talking, "That's right, using some tech I brought with me from the future I've been able to hack into Blue's scarab and get him to do some pretty cool things."

Blue Beetle looked stunned by this.

Impulse went on saying, "Why moments ago just backstage, I had Blue here sucking me off."

Blue Beetle, despite wearing a black face mask, was clearly blushing. His body language was one of utter embarrassment. So much so that he put a hand right over Impulse's mouth saying, "Dude!" Then in a more hushed tone said, "I seriously thought we were dating...."

Impulse whispered back with a wink, "Oh we are but I've just been tweaking some settings on your scarab to make you a bit more... you know, gay."

"Wait What?!" Blue asked.

Impulse went back to addressing the crowd and tapped some things on his control panel to one of his gloves. "So to demonstrate, I now have full control over Blue Beetle's suit."

Blue Beetle's mouth shut firmly tight but forced himself into a smile. Then he stood erect with both arms crossed behind his back.

Impulse walked around his little puppet soldier for inspection. Blue Beetle was shooting him a murderous look that said, 'Dude, I'm going to fucking kill you for this!'

Impulse tapped away at his controls, "So Blue's armor can transform into almost anything. He seems a little tense so why don't we make something to help him relax."

Blue Beetle suddenly turned to the side. An opening appeared at his ass, and then his armor produced a pulsating, blue, vibrating cock with the cockhead that swirled around. Parts of Blue's armor helped to part his ass cheeks and then it was inserted right inside. "GRUAHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Blue uttered, as a shiver moved up his spine. His armor closed around his ass, leaving no visible seams, and secured the vibrator up his ass.

Impulse tapped away again, "And let's see how he likes it."

An opening for Blue Beetle's crotch opened and out whipped his ten-inch dick and great big balls. He was no Pringles Can but was close to it. His nuts hung with some weight to each of them, the result of occasionally stretching them out with weights from him and Impulse's earlier sexual escapades.

Impulse grabbed hold of Blue Beetle's dick and tossed it up a few times, letting it slap his palm. His dick was getting hard and Blue Beetle was starting to smile for real. Impulse had pulled back on the keeping his jaw shut command so Blue could talk and whispered to him saying quietly, "I'm going to kill you."

"Ha!" Impulse laughed loudly though the audience didn't hear why. "Scarab, activate chrysalis mode."

Blue Beetle's armor started producing additional flaps and fins. He got down on his knees, folded his legs back behind his head, and then the additional flaps and folds closed around him, fusing to his armor to form a protective cocoon. His eyes were covered up as well, and he was reduced to just an irregularly shaped blue ball of armor with his dick and balls sticking out the front and his mouth near at the top.

Further tapping of the control panel caused a ball gag with a hose through it to be formed near his head. The ball stuffed itself in Blue Beetle's mouth, "MURMPH!!!" while the hose came up to form a funnel in Impulse's hand.

"Huh? What's that Blue?" Impulse said tauntingly. "You didn't get enough of my cum backstage? Well, all right." He said, then whipped his dick out and started jacking himself off at super speed.

Blue Beetle started shifting and rolling about though couldn't seem to unseat himself from the spot where his chrysalis was planted, likely due to some sort of stabilizer that had formed within it among his arms and legs. He was letting out muffled cries but could only flex his thick hard cock in protest. "MURMPH!!! MURMPH!!!"

"Oh he's begging for it." Impulse said, "And here it comes." He started cumming down into the funnel where it seemed to be sucked down quicker than it should have. Right at the base of the funnel, there was some sort of high-tech suction device that pumped it all into Blue's mouth as quickly as though Impulse were cumming right inside it.

Blue Beetle's muffled cries turned into, "BLUB BLUB BLUB BLUB!!!" As he drank it down.

Impulse's hand kept vibrating at supersonic speed. He took a deep breath and said, "Frew... I think I still got a few more in me," he said and started jacking himself off again.

Backstage, Guy Gardner and Simon Baz stood leaning against the wall. Guy had his hair trimmed in something of a military cut. His uniform lacked sleeves so his thick, muscular arms were out. He had gloves on though. Baz's suit had a full face covering, something like a luchador mask and was skintight all the way to his boots.

Guy was bored but got an alert on his ring. It was telling him about Kaldur's faint and muffled cries from the pebbles in the fishbowl beside him. "Hmmm Kaldur?" he said analyzing his predicament.

Kaldur had just gotten his dick slapped again and cried out, "EMMMMMMMMM HMM HMM HMMM!!" That's when he heard the sound of an immersion blender lowering down into the fishbowl. To him, it was deafening and thunderous to hear but out in the real world it was kind of a dull zizzing noise.

Guy had used his ring to conjure up the immersion blender and lowered it down to grind up some of Kaldur's storage disk fragments into teeny tiny bits of sand, but he only did it in a few select spots. Two to make eyes and then a long strip to make a happy face. Looking straight down in the fishbowl now he could see a face smiling back at him, with the plastic castle forming the nose. ????

"There you go Kaldur." Guy said, "All Better." Then he spat down into the fishbowl. "Fucking cuck."

"EMMM HMM HMM HMM!!!" Kaldur cried out.

Guy then turned and stretched his arms. Impulse had placed the funnel over Blue Beetle's dick where it had turned into a penis pump. This greatly engorged his ten-inch dick to a monstrous fourteen. He'd started cumming which quickly got sucked up and pumped into his mouth. Impulse had one foot up on Blue Beetle's face saying, "Tah Dah!"

Guy let out a sigh of relief. "Well thank god that's over." Then he used his ring to create a large rocket ship shaped like a dick aimed right at one of the theater windows. A long green chain was attached to the back looping around one of Impulse's legs and then tightly shackled onto Blue Beetle's nuts like a four-inch long nut stretching weight.

"Murmph!?" Blue uttered when he felt the weight of the shackle around his nuts.

The Dick Rocket blasted off through the window. The chain to Impulse's leg became taunt and he was pulled into the air, bashing his head against Blue Beetle's chrysalis and knocking himself out. The chain became taunt with Blue's nuts next, heaving him up and out the window like a speedster zooming off into the distance, "EMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm........................!!!!" He managed to cry out before getting too far away for anyone to hear him.

The audience burst into uproarious applause believing that to be how the act had ended.

Guy Gardner came out on stage clapping too, "Wow, that act was so good they should take it back to Mexico."

Baz's body language changed with that comment. He had been walking normally but there was a noticeable pause and a sigh before continuing to follow Guy out to stand next to him.

Guy started speaking, "Hello, we're your local intergalactic law enforcement, here with an important message. And speaking as a member of the superior race on this planet, I'm here to tell you that some guys like Baz here are into it."

Simon Baz was clearly glancing off to the side wondering if he should walk away but didn't, likely because his uniform at least covered his face.

Guy's costume altered to now have a window for his firm ass cheeks to poke out. He turned so the crowd could see and gestured for Baz with his thumb.

Baz sighed then got down on his knees. He gripped hold of each of Guy's ass cheeks and started fiddling his tongue along Guy's asshole.

Guy's ring glowed, forming shackles around Baz's wrists and pulling them behind his back. His ass cheeks closed up a bit now so Baz had to get his lips involved to get his tongue in there.

Guy looked back at him saying, "You love licking my ass don't you?"

Baz pulled away to answer. "Of course I do sir." He said obediently then went back to tonguing Guy's ass.

Guy smiled then he made a fist with his ring hand. His ring glowed, and so did Baz's zipper. As he pulled his fist down, Baz's crotch zipper opened, and out whipped Baz's crazy long twelve-inch dick. His balls hung out too and then it became apparent what was pushing them out. Baz was wearing his power ring as a thicker cock ring around the base of his dick and balls. His suit reformed to get rid of the zipper entirely and now formed a round opening behind his power ring.

Zippers appeared on Baz's eye holes and zipped themselves shut from his nose to the outer sides of his face. There the little metal tags formed tiny padlocks with loops on his hood.

Guy stepped forward and turned, leaving Baz leaning to find what had become of his ass. When his tongue met Guy's side, Guy cradled his head against it for a moment. "Awww you want another treat, don't you boy."

Nervously, Baz said, "Yeah." Nodding his head up and down.

Guy smiled and ever so slowly unzipped his pants. Then he reached in and whipped his dick out to the crowd.... This almost got a laugh though. As someone purporting to be of the dominant race on planet Earth, his dick was roughly four inches long.

He turned and pressed his dick and balls against Baz's face. Baz moaned out, grinding his head slowly up and down then stuck his tongue out so Guy's balls could rest on them.

Despite their talent apparently being racism, Baz at least seemed to be enjoying it. His dick had quickly grown rock hard. Guy's did too but he apparently was not a Grower as his dick was still just four inches.

Baz sucked on Guy's nuts while Guy jacked off his little dick against Baz's nose. Baz was moaning for him to let him have it, let him have it, but Guy just smiled down at Baz's zipped-up face and spit on him.

Metal panels with a green sheen to them formed beneath where Baz was kneeling. Their purpose was unclear at this moment but just know that they are there.

Guy finally pulled back some so his nut sack fell out of Baz's mouth, then he aimed his dick down and came forward so Baz could suck it. Baz began pumping his head to and fro with his arms still bound behind his back. He was flexing his dick begging for some attention of his own but Guy wasn't having it.

Guy reached out with an open hand to the backstage area. A Green Lantern charging station came floating out to him, the handle came perfectly to his hand. Guy then reached down and set it so Baz's dick went in the open side.

"EMMMMMMMMMMM!!!" Baz cried out. Apparently, the green lantern that was glowing with green energy was hot. His cock head poked out the other side, and his erection held the lantern up entirely, with his balls pressed against the base.

Guy told him, "You're ring looks a little low on energy. How about you recite the Green Lantern Oath?"

Baz did just that, but still with Guy's dick in his mouth. "Rin, Right-Rest Ray, Rin Rack-Rest Right. Row, Re-rel, Rell, Re-Reape Ry Right. Ret Rows Rew Ror-Rip Re-rel's Right, Re-Rare Ry Row-Rer, Reen Ran-Rurns Right!"

The Lantern fired out solid beams of green energy, making the vanes in Baz's dick glow with burning green energy. The lining of his suit glowed too as did his eyes through the zippers too. His lips glowed as did his tongue. Guy slapped his hand down on the back of Baz's head and forced him in close between his thighs. Apparently, Guy was cumming. "OAH YEAH!!!! That's the stuff!" Guy exclaimed.

Two sides of the metal box folded up on Baz's sides. They both had a green lantern symbol on the middle of them. A third panel formed around front, but instead of a green lantern symbol, there was a hole for Baz's dick and balls and power ring to sick out of. Behind his dick and balls was the embossed texture of the underside of a boot. This third panel was sitting higher than the two side ones though as Baz was up on his knees still, creating a gap beneath it.

Guy finally let Baz pull away. Baz gasped. "Guah!!!" He breathed then said, "I can't feel my penis."

Guy smiled evilly then reached down. He pulled the green lantern charging battery off Baz's dick. It was no longer glowing with a burning green light but was smoking a little and smelled slightly cooked. "Awww you can't feel your penis?" Guy said sympathetically. "But you were feeling the fuck out of mine a second ago. Now come on, scooch down."

Baz backed his knees up so the front panel with his dick and balls through it could line up properly with the one on the floor and two sides. They clicked together.

Baz's arms then parted as his shackles pulled his fists back now to be under his legs. A fifth panel appeared and came up to Baz's pecks. As his arms pulled him back it leaned in toward him to form a sort of lid that also clicked firmly into place. The final panel appeared and pushed Baz's feet and head down in to click in place. This finished off the perfectly square iron box and lined Baz's mouth up perfectly with a hole in the middle of the last panel. There, his uniform attached itself to hold his mouth in place. The panels were thick enough to accommodate Baz's nose and anything else that might otherwise be poking up a bit.

Guy formed a green pane of glass with his ring and pressed it right up against Baz's dick and balls. There was actually a lip along the side so the pain couldn't press into the raised boot texture at all but this left is squishing Baz's dick and balls flat. There were also holes in it along the sides for a series of metal frames and bolts to be screwed into and hold it all in place. These things started appearing and screwing themselves in as tightly as they could. Each screw stuck up a little bit as well.

Baz's dick and balls apparently were cooked too. The glass started steaming up as soon as it was pressed against them.

Guy then used his ring to lift the box up and turn it so Baz's dick and balls side was aimed down. He set it on the stage and now Baz's was further crushing his dick and balls under his own weight. "GRUAHHH!!!" Baz cried out, apparently feeling the pressure somewhere or knowing that his dick at least should be feeling some kind of pain.

Guy then said happily, "Hay Baz, I got to take a piss. You know what that means."

Baz's mouth side was now facing up. He stuck his tongue out and said, "Ohhh."

Guy formed a funnel with his ring and a tube leading down into Baz's mouth, then he started pissing into it.

Backstage, Beast Boy and Cyborg were standing by the table.

Beast Boy had transformed into a crayfish and was prancing about in Kaldur's fishbowl. His little feelers were clawing and poking each bit of storage disk. "Man, Kaldur how did you let your pebbles get this dirty?"

"EMMM EMMMM EMMMMM!!!" Kaldur cried out, wriggling in his pink bandages, and wagging his feet about.

"Oops," Beast Boy said, "I broke that one." He'd crushed a storage disk fragment between his claws.

Kaldur got his dick whipped again and cried out from the pain, "EMMMMMMMM HMM HMM HMM!!!" He cried out whimpering, and wishing his dick wasn't so hard. 'next time I'll let Damian turn me into a butt hole cozy for Goliath,' he thought.

Outside of the bowl, Cyborg was analyzing Red Devil's metal plate and formed a laser to cut out a little gold name tag at the end. He engraved it to read "Bitch Boy" on it which he looped onto Beast Boy's spiked collar.

Beast Boy had had his fun and leaped out of the fishbowl, ruining the happy face in the pebbles in the process, and transformed back into himself as he landed. He was completely naked and sporting a thick fifteen-inch long, green Donkey Dick between his legs. And a green monkey tail which he wagged about.

Cyborg handed him his collar back, "Here you go buddy. Your name is Bitch Boy now."

"Hah!" Bitch Boy laughed, "I dig." He said and proudly let Cyborg put the collar around his neck. Then he asked. "So when is it our turn?"

"Any second now," Cyborg said watching a timer counting down on a display on his wrist.

Out on stage, Guy was stuffing a green, rubber cock down Baz's throat. The base had a green lantern symbol on it and fused with the metal plate on that side of the box once it was all the way inside. Guy had his boot down on it to ensure a tight seal.

"Now remember," Guy said. "You got to stay in your box until your ring can no longer charge it. You got it?"

Baz uttered, "Ruh Huh! Ruh Huh!" From within the box.

Cyborg counted down, "Two... One.... And..."

A boom tube opened on stage, directly beneath Guy and Baz. They both fell through it, though Guy caught himself and started to fly. He was still visible to the crowd and looked down, alarmed to see DC's version of the Sarlacc Pit from Star Wars.

Baz's iron box slammed down into the sand pit, then rolled right into the Sarlacc's mouth. "EMMMMMMMMMMM!!!"

The Sarlacc gobbled him right up and burped. *Burp!!!

"Baz!" Guy yelled.

Tentacles whipped up through the Boom Tube grabbing hold of Guy's leg and pulled him down. Guy aimed his lantern ring down and started firing as he tried to fly away. "GRAUHHHH!!!!" He screamed but got pulled into the Boom Tube just in time to not get his head chopped off by it closing.

Chapter 4

Bitch Boy and Cyborg came out on stage.

"Man, who were those two?" Bitch Boy asked.

"I don't even know!" Cyborg said.

"Like, were they even Titans?" Bitch Boy asked.

Cyborg shook his head, "Not that I can recall. But anyway, let's get to the talent show."

"Owww I know," Bitch Boy said, "I can juggle or turn into a seal and blow some horns."

Cyborg produced a jar of peanut butter from a compartment on his thigh. "Actually, Bitch Boy, I had something else in mind."

Bitch Boy smiled, then stuck his long dog tongue out. "Oww Owww I love this game." He said dropping to all fours.

"I knew you would," Cyborg said. "But hold this a second."

Cyborg put the jar of peanut butter on Bitch Boy's head which Bitch Boy balanced there.

Cyborg then ran off stage and back again. He was holding Red Devil's metal plate in his hand. Then he held a microphone up to it asking, "Red Devil, I figure since you're likely chowing down on your dick, you won't mind if I bend your storage disk into a dog bowl for Bitch Boy to eat out of?

From inside his pocket dimension, Red Devil, uttered a muffled, "MURMPH!!!" He was in fact still chewing up and eating his castrated penis while the fucking machine still fucked him up the ass.

Cyborg laughed. Then he quickly bent and welded the hunk of metal into the shape of a dog bowl and engraved the word 'Bitch Boy' onto the side.

Cyborg then whipped out his penis, which many had thought he'd lost in the accident that made him Cyborg. But no, he was very much still a man, though there was clearly some tech around that part of his inner thigh.

He swapped out the jar of peanut butter on Bitch Boy's head for the dog dish and started jacking himself off. Bitch Boy licked his lips, eagerly awaiting his treat. Cyborg's hand seemed to shift into overdrive. A moment later he snatched the bowl off Bitch Boy's head and started cumming in it. The occasional glob shot over the rim and dripped down the sides. Bitch Boy quickly moved to lick at them before they dripped down onto the floor.

The slight sounds and utterances Red Devil was making caused the cum to ripple. Only Cyborg would notice this fact though because he quickly set it down and Bitch Boy quickly lapped it up.

While Bitch Boy had his butt in the air, Cyborg came around to it and produced a syringe injected with a white liquid in it. He stabbed it in Bitch Boy's ass and injected it all.

As soon as Bitch Boy finished the last bit of cum he said in a woozy tone, "Woah, I don't feel too...." Then his face landed firmly in the bowl.

Cyborg then announced, "My talent tonight is, going to be neutering Bitch Boy."

"Wahhh?" Bitch Boy said half-conscious to the world and mostly numb to feeling.

Cyborg got to work, producing a hand full of surgical tools from his cybernetic arms. But in no time flat he'd managed to carefully slice open Bitch Boy's nut sack, scoop out his bulbous green tentacles, and replace them both with squeak toys. He then stitched the cut in Bitch Boy's sack up using liquid skin and wrapped them up in a caste material so he couldn't play with it.

Cyborg then opened the jar of peanut butter, revealing it wasn't full of peanut butter at all. Inside was a kit to make a silicone ball, complete with a plastic mold, funnel, some powders you're supposed to mix in water and things to mix it with. Cyborg made short work of the whole kit, placing Bitch Boy's testicles in the round mold and filling it with the liquid silicone solution. Then he brought out a kind of pinkish-purple light and aimed it at the mold while rotating it around. "Normally you have to wait an hour for this stuff to setup but this speed the whole process down to about five minutes."

Bitch Boy made a woozy utterance. "Whaaahhh?"

Cyborg finished up with the ball mold and popped it out. Sure enough, he now had Bitch Boy's testicles suspended in a clear bouncy ball roughly the size of a tennis ball. In fact, Cyborg brought out a tennis ball he'd hollowed already and stuffed the silicone ball inside. Then he lifted Bitch Boy's head up by grabbing his hair and stuffed the tennis ball in his mouth.

Bitch Boy went cross-eyed looking at it.

Cyborg then strutted off stage and came back holding a black leather straitjacket in Bitch Boy's size. "Now you all might be wondering, why did I just do this to my best friend? And the reason is, he's too goddam horney!" He stood over Bitch Boy, "I mean it! The dude jacks off every morning, jacks off in the shower, jacks off while he's working out, jacks off while he's waiting to go on mission. He jacks off while on a stakeout. I'm being serious! He jacked off at least two times backstage while we were waiting to perform."

Cyborg lifted Bitch Boy's limp body up and tucked his arms through the sleeves to the straitjacket. He got him bundled up nice and tight then he said, "I swear if the bad guys wanted to find our hideout all they'd have to do is flick on the blacklight and follow the trail home."

Backstage, Nightwing and Red Arrow were leaning against the table passing time. Nightwing was checking his watch. "All right I've got the lights set to go out any minute now, you ready?"

"Just a sec," Red Arrow said. He was tapping away at a small music-playing device and an earpiece that had a suction cup on it. "Just curating a playlist for Kaldur to dick slap himself to sleep to."

The playlist was titled, 'Sexual Frustration' and featured songs like "I Wana Fuck Myself" "Satisfaction" "Tie My Dick In A Knot" "Locktober For Life!!!" "I Want You To Kick Me There" "Blue Balls" "My Dick's A Prisoner" and many others if you call now.

The lights in the theater suddenly went out leaving everyone in pitch black. Red Arrow threw on his night vision goggles, slapped the earpiece on the back of Kaldur's fishbowl and dashed out on stage with Nightwing.

In his pocket dimension, Kaldur lay there fidgeting and fighting to move his feet while the foot tickler tickled away with all the feathers. He'd been doing a good job of not moving them and focusing on not getting his dick slapped but then the song "Satisfaction" came blaring deafeningly loud through the walls. He accidentally moved his feet, tugged his balls, and SMACK!!!! "EMMMMMMM HMMM HMM HMM HMMMM!!!!"

Out on stage, Nightwing and Red Arrow assaulted Cyborg. Nightwing stunned him with his electric batons (Escrima Sticks) causing his circuitry to go haywire and lose control while Red Arrow quickly took him apart and threw his appendages in a special box they had lined with a Faraday cage so they'd become unresponsive to Cyborg's commands.

The audience and judges all sat in complete darkness, not really knowing what was going on aside from the occasional flash from Nightwing's electrical jolts of the Escrima Sticks. From the sounds they could hear the two running backstage and then coming back again with something big on wheels again.

The lights came back on and there on stage were Nightwing and Red Arrow, posed in front of a circus cage on wheels meant for a lion. This had been a prop from backstage but they decided to make use of it. Cyborg was just a head and torso now, strapped in a harness that hung from the middle of the cage. He was gagged and woozy from having just been assaulted. "MUMRPH!!!" He uttered not really sure what had just happened.

A nearby trunk had his arms and legs stuffed in it but with the Faraday Cage in place, he couldn't call to them via Wifi or Blue Tooth.

Also in the cage was Bitch Boy whose drugs were just now starting to ware off, thanks to a cocktail of Adrenalin, Testosterone, Narcan, Monster Energy Drink, and Viagra Nightwing had slipped him in all the commotion.

"I'm Nightwing," Nightwing said, "And this is Red Arrow."

Red Arrow then said, "And our talent is taking out the competition."

Cyborg glanced back to see Bitch Boy rising to his feet. He was still gagged with the tennis ball(s) in his mouth and bound up in the leather straitjacket. Cyborg's eyes filled with fear when he saw Bitch Boy's 15-inch donkey dick suddenly firm up, glistening with a wonderful sheen because Red Arrow had lubed it. Cyborg signed.

Red Arrow reached in and pulled the gag off Cyborg's mouth. "So, Cyborg, anything you'd like to say for yourself?"

Cyborg started swinging as Bitch Boy shoved his dick up his ass and went to town fucking him. "Yeah, I probably deserve this."

Nightwing came over and held up a tranquilizer gun. "Don't worry, we'll put him down again once he busts one out."

"Why bother?" Cyborg asked. "All he's doing is shooting blanks back there."

"GRAUHHHHHHHHH!!!" Bitch Boy cried out and fucked Cyborg more violently, his legs transformed into those of a mountain goat for a better grip. The situation became even more comical though as the squeak toys Cyborg had replaced Bitch Boy's nuts with started squeaking with every thrust.

"Yeah, you heard what I said!" Cyborg taunted, and then, "MURMPH!!!" Bitch Boy had used his tail to remove his tennis ball(s) from his mouth and stuffed them right in Cyborg's.

Bitch Boy yelled at him, "There! Now you got my balls in your mouth!"

They started wheeling them backstage where they parked it by the table. There, Duke Thomas and Static Shock were already waiting to go on. They remained silent until Nightwing and Red Arrow ran back out on stage to finish their performance. Static eyed the food bowl in Cyborg and Bitch Boy's cage. Nightwing had placed it in there just in case Cyborg busted another load of cum it would likely land in there. And judging from the faces Cyborg was making, Bitch Boy's donkey dick was clearly tickling his prostate.

Duke tapped on the fishbowl. "Man, why'd they have to go and do that to Kaldur? I loved that guy."

Static opened a bit of candy from its wrapper and ate it. "Yeah, and we both know none of these fuckers are gonna try and save him."

Duke said, "Yeah come morning they're just gonna flush his ass back to Atlantis and call it a day."

Static tossed the candy wrapper into the fishbowl. "Ain't that the truth." Then he leaned in close to the fishbowl, "But don't you worry Kaldur. We're both gonna bust one out for you."

A faint "emmmmmmmmmmmmm!" of Kaldur's muffled cries was audible to them and created ripples in the water.

They both laughed and turned to see Nightwing and Red Arrow's performing.

Nightwing had his dick sticking straight out of his pants with an apple balanced on it. Red Arrow was aiming a bow and arrow and fired. The arrow shot the apple right off Nightwing's dick with a fantastic burst of speed, piercing it to the wall behind.

Static finally said, "Man, enough of this shit. You ready?"

Duke pulled out a handful of marbles from his pocket, "Yeah." Then he threw them out on stage. They weren't just regular marbles though. They exploded into knockout gas when thrown hard enough against a surface.

Nightwing got hit in the back of the head immediately and though he realized what was going on he'd inhaled the gas. Red Arrow leaped back out of the cloud in time but Static hit him with a jolt of electricity. They both dropped to the stage at roughly the same time.

The knockout gas quickly faded, though some members of the audience started to feel tired and sleepy as it dispersed through the auditorium.

Static and Duke came out on stage with wheeled luggage cases each. Both were big enough to fit a whole person inside, which was exactly what they had in mind.

"So our talent is taking out the trash," Static announced.

They quickly got to work duct-taping Nightwing and Red Arrow's arms behind their backs, bending their knees and taping their legs that way. Then they opened the luggage revealing they were stuffed full of stinky socks and old gym towels. Then they stuffed their mouths full of socks and rolled duct-taped around their heads.

They stuffed Nightwing and Red Arrow into their own suitcase and contorted their bodies so their dicks and balls stuck out where they closed, right along the zipper line. Each had two zippers to close from both sides so they met right below the nut sack and above the dick. The last of the duct tape was wrapped around the base of each of their dicks and all around the outside of the suitcases.

Duke tapped a control pad on his wrist. His yellow Motorcycle, driven by an AI guidance system drove up onto the stage. It parked itself front and center. Duke and Static then carried Nightwing's suitcase over and each took a handle, "Three, two, one, Lift!" They both said together and heaved Nightwing's suitcase up onto the seat.

"MURMPH!" Nightwing uttered. He was starting to wake up.

Duke and Static did the same thing with Red Arrow's, heaving him up on top of Nightwing's case. "MRUMPH!!!" He also uttered.

Duke and Static got some elastic hook straps out of a compartment and quickly tied them down to the seat. Duke gave a few taps of his control panel, Static side-punched Red Arrow's nuts, and said, "Let's go."

Duke's motorcycle floored it out of the theater, zooming down the stairs, through the isle, out the doors, through the lobby and made a sharp turn onto the streets of Gotham City.

Up on stage, Duke waved goodbye. "See you both back at the cave."

Booster Gold came floating down, holding some sort of future canon which he aimed at Static and fired.

A glob of dark gold-colored goo smacked him on the back. "Hay man, what the fuck is this?"

Before Duke could dodge it, Booster had shot him with a glob of the dark gold goo as well. "Yo! What are you playing?"

The globs started inflating, making a sound like they were taking in air, then deflated and coated more of their skin.

"Duh hell is this shit man!?" Static yelled. He started using his electrical powers to try and fry it off him, but it was clearly some sort of living rubber polymer. The parts of his skin that were covered no longer let out a charge.

Booster Gold explained. "Future Tech. You got to love it." He said tossing the gun to the side. "Sadly I only brought two shots with me."

The globs quickly covered every surface of Duke and Static's bodies and then deflated into skin-tight rubber suits in a dingy gold color beneath their clothes. "MURMPH!!!! MURMPH!!!!" They both cried out, still fighting to get the goo off their skin but then their arms and legs started struggling to move as they wanted them to and they both slowly came to stand upright and erect like obedient rubber drones.

"Ohh there it is." Booster Gold said. "You guys aren't gonna need those clothes so you might as well take them off."

Duke and Static both obediently stripped naked, revealing their exceptionally long twelve-inch rubber dicks to the crowd. Their balls were also being stretched down six-inch long rubber tubes and wagged about with an unnatural bounce as they moved. Their rubber suits were semi-transparent around the eyes so they could see out. Both had panic-stricken looks on their faces which failed to convey the awkward pain that came with two rubber hoses jammed through their nostrils so they could breathe. "MURMPH!!! MURMPH!!!" "MURMPH!!! MURMPH!!!"

"Oh don't worry about that." Booster Gold said. "The stuff injects into your vocal cords so you can't talk anymore. The pain goes away." Then he remembered there was a packed theater audience watching them. "So why don't you two go burn your clothes in a dumpster somewhere and find a hole to hide in."

Static and Duke's mouths hung open, their gold tongues wagged to speak but nothing came out besides slight utterances. "Grauhhh!!!!" "Muarrahh!!!"

The two gold-rubber drones gathered their boots and clothes into neat well-folded piles and walked off stage. There they made a B-line for the fire exit backstage and the dumpster in the back alley. They deposited their clothes, and then Static set them on fire with his electrical powers. They came back into the theater and stood in a dark corner behind a screen for a moment.

Their arms crossed behind their backs and fused into their suits where they touched. Protruding lumps formed over each of their nipples which were apparently being pumped, twisted and fondled inside of their suits. They both got down on their knees and rubber O rings formed in each of their mouths to force them wide open. Rubber dildos formed along their tight-fitting rubber asses which began thrusting in and out of them. Then, there was an internal glow, and both Duke and Static felt an intense sucking sensation all around their bodies. "MURMPH!?" "MURMPH!?"

Storage disk technology had advanced a long way since ancient times. They had each just been sealed in their very own pocket dimension. Out in the real world, each of their suits deflated down into the size of a hockey puck with their twelve-inch-long rubber dicks sticking out one side, and the O ring for each of their mouths sticking out the other. Despite the imbalance in weight, their gold disks remained upright on their sides.

Around each of their dicks a chain of spiked beads formed around each of their cock heads. This separated on the inside of their suits and both Static and Duke cried out as the chains of beads poked along up their cock heads and squirmed right inside. "MURMPH!!! MURMPH!!!!" They cried out, feeling the rough poky beads twist their way down into each of their dick holes. Their rubber dick holes opened their mouths like snakes swallowing small eggs. "EMMMMMMMMM!!! EMMMMMMMMMM!!!" Both Duke and Static cried out feeling the rough pokey balls force their way down into each of their dicks. With the last bead gobbled up, their rubber dicks retracted into their storage disks, leaving them both as just disks of gold with rubber mouths and tongues on one side.

Duke and Static's gold pucks then started to roll together down the backstage area. They went under the table Kaldur's fishbowl was on, under the cage Bitch Boy was fucking Cyborg in, and right on out to the lobby area. The lobby was deserted though with everyone watching the show. Both disks turned into the Men's Restroom and jumped up into the urinals.

There were only two urinals in the men's room. Each had a plastic netting over the drain. Duke and Static's Disks both forced their under them and nestled down into the drain where real urinal cakes usually sat. Along with being a perfect fit, the sides of their disks expanded out to form a waterproof seal so all the piss would come rushing into their open mouths. "MURMPH!!!" "MURMPH!!!!" They both uttered.

Neither had control over their tongue anymore. Their gold tongues poked up and licked around their lips and the underside of the plastic urinal grate, eager to lap up any signs of flavor. Duke and Static both didn't know where their storage disks had taken them both but had a pretty good idea the moment they tasted piss. "EMMMMM EMMMMMMM!!! EMMMMM EMMMMMMMMM!!!" They both cried out in tones reminiscent of a squealing pig.

Chapter 5

Mister Miracle had joined Booster Gold out on stage while Static and Duke were becoming human urinal cakes. They had performed an opening act with Mister Miracle getting tied up and escaping before falling onto a bed of spikes.

It's now that one of the Ushers interrupted the show saying, "Ladies and gentlemen, we will be right back for part two of Booster Gold and Mister Miracle's performance, but please feel free to take advantage of a brief twelve-minute intermission while they're setting up.

There was a bustle of commotion as everyone stood up in the theater. Some just stood in place and stretched their legs while others made a B-line for the restrooms and to take a cigarette break outside.

Static and Duke heard the storm of men entering the room and started crying out, "MURMPH!!! MURMPh!!!" To get their attention, but then upon hearing the familiar sounds of zippers being pulled, they changed to a pleading, "EMMM EMMMM!!! EMMMM EMMMMM!!!" And then to, "BLUB BLUB BLUB BLUB!!!!" There was so much noise and commotion and chatter that no one even noticed they were pissing down into the mouths of Duke and Static.

Ordinarily, people were so disgusted by the taste of piss and the prospect of drinking it was enough to induce vomiting. The golden goo coating Duke and Static's throats had dulled their gag reflex completely. The goo had not only gummed up their vocal cords but also changed the sounds they made to be more as if they were begging for it. Both of their tongues wagged as though welcoming it in and after each man was pissing, whipped around to drink up every last bit they could get.

A pull chain hung by each urinal. They didn't actually work but men still pulled them for the satisfying mechanical sound they made and for the feel of the torque of the chain pulling back on them. They still made the sound of water flushing, but no water could be seen. This meant the piss rushing down into their mouths wasn't diluted at all.

Inside their pocket dimensions, Duke and Static were still down on their knees getting fucked up the ass with their arms bound behind their backs. Their nuts were being stretched out six inches too in rubber tubes hanging tight in their sack. Somehow the storage disks were monitored whenever someone pulled on the pull chain, and this triggered a small ping-pong paddle to smack them across the nuts. "MURMPH!!!" "MURMPH!!!" They each cried out as though thanking them for flushing.

All the way at the Flash Museum, the night watchmen waved to one of the last office workers as she made her way out. "Goodnight Fred."

"Have a nice night Carol" Fred the night watchman waved. He watched as she got in her car and drove off out of the parking lot. Then he locked the doors and started on his rounds.

Kid Flash was still frozen in position mid-run atop a pedestal meant for the Kid Flash mannequin to occupy. He didn't know what Zatara had done with the original or how he'd managed to slow the speed force down so heavily around his body, but he was determined to get found out as soon as possible so someone could come and rescue him. Surely someone would know the difference between the real him and a mannequin, right?

Fred the night watchman came casually by on his rounds, whistling to himself... As he got close to the exhibit, he didn't even look in Kid Flash's direction. He did a lap around the museum though, found the front security desk, then plopped himself down in his chair, opened his favorite comic book, and on occasion, he even glanced up at the monitors.

'Oh man!' Kid Flash thought to himself. Then sighing he thought, 'I sure hope Kaldur is doing better than me.'

Kaldur had been bound up in hot pink duct tape with socks in his mouth this whole time, wagging his feet to the tune of the heavy metal song "Locktober For Life!!!" He was bobbing his head and swinging his toes as far as they could go, pulling on his balls as far as they could stretch, and all so the flogging machine would smack the tender side of his twenty-inch cock silly, for the fun of it. "EMMMMMMMMMMMMM HMMM HMM HMM HMMM!!!" He cried out proudly biting down as hard as he could on the wad of socks and wishing something could renew their flavor.

Back in the real world, John Constantine came in from the rear fire exit to the backstage area.

An usher reminded him, "Sir, there's no smoking in here."

"Bloody ballocks," John said, then flicked his cigarette into Kaldur's fishbowl.

John walked the backstage area and went out to the lobby. He passed Cyborg in the cage who had the look of absolute delight on his face. Bitch Boy's donkey dick had been tickling his prostate in all the right ways and made him cum for the third time since they'd been locked up together.

Cyborg went cross-eyed a moment, making a goofy face and going, "EMMM HMM HMM HMMM!"

Cum squirted down into the golden 'Bitch Boy' food bowl, where Red Devil's light moans sent ripples through it, that somehow came together to form an exclamation point.

Bitch Boy himself had his back in the corner of the cage, having apparently busted a load or two up Cyborg's ass and was taking a breather. He was panting and fired up, but his dick was still hard thanks to the cocktail Nightwing had given him. Finally, he stood up, twisted his furry green tail around his dick to aim it between Cyborg's ass cheeks, spit down on his cock and thrusted. "GRUAHHHHHHH!!!" Bitch Boy grunted and started fucking him up the ass again.

Cyborg bit down on the silicone tennis ball in his mouth, squeezing Bitch Boy's severed testicles and started moaning to himself. His little buddy was doing it for him again. Internally he thought how he'd wished he castrated Bitch Boy years ago because this felt great. His own dick was flexing now eager to bust another one out.

John had to stop a moment as he heard this odd squeaking sound, like two dog toys getting stepped on, over and over and over again. He hadn't been watching their act on account of his nicotine habit. Slowly his head turned to Bitch Boy, linking the sound of the squeak with his thrusting. Then he slowly turned his head back and said, "nah..." And kept on walking.

In his pocket dimension, Red Devil was just hanging out. The mechanical fucking machine was still ramming him up the ass. He was still wagging his tail lazily. But in other news, he'd managed to remove his severed dick and balls from his mouth by using his tail.... But with nothing better to do with them he thought why not and began jamming them down his throat like a dildo. The ends had been cauterized with the portal closed so there was no bleeding, and the heat from his mouth was slowly roasting his dick up anyway. Besides it was his way of making sure he got every last drop of cum out.

John stood in the crowd in the middle of the lobby and started laying out 5 red candles in a circle, then he produced what appeared to be a vile of blood and painted a star on the lobby floor. Well-dressed patrons of the theater started to take notice and took more than a few steps back. John then stood in front of the pentagram and put a dot of blood on his forehead. Then he got down on his knees and started speaking in tongues, which only further freaked everyone out.

More on that later....

Somewhere in Mexico, Impulse suddenly sprung awake screaming, "AHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

A precursory glance around revealed it was pitch black out aside from the glow of Green Lantern's constructs. Green Lantern's dick rocket had crashed on a mostly horizontal trajectory and only from his super healing factor did he survive getting his head smashed against several rocks. The chain was still wrapped around his ankle, which he got free of, and then followed through a field of cactuses to find Blue Beetle's nut sack... "Ohhh Blue!" He said lifting the fold to a flat cactus and said, "Oh thank god! They're still attached... just eight inches longer than they were before."

Impulse used super speed to carefully clean the mound of cactuses from Blue Beetle who was still safely bound up in his armored blue chrysalis. Impulse hugged the great big blue ball. "OH I'm so glad you're okay."

Blue Beetle started rocking from side to side. "MURMPH MURMPH MURMPH!!!"

"Huh?" Impulse said, "You're trying to speak."

He removed the rubber cock gag from Blue's mouth which was actually a replica of Impulse's own dick. "GURAHHHHH!!!" Blue cried out gasping for breath. He panted a moment then said, "I'm going to kill yo-MURMPH!!!" Impulse stuffed the rubber dick gag back in his mouth.

"Oh I'm just so relieved you're okay," Impulse said. Then he gripped his gloved hand around Blue Beetle's dick, which was surprisingly still rock hard. Impulse jacked him off. "Don't worry, we're going to get you home. I'm going to strap you to a hand cart. I'm going to get you through border patrol. I'm going to ...." And he went on saying stuff like that all the while forgetting Blue Beetle could fly far into outer space if he wanted to if only his suit weren't stuck in this stupid fucking Chrysalis mode!

"EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!" Blue Beetle cried out angrily and fought to stay mad at him even as he was giving him a great hand job.

Blue Beetle's cum sizzled against a desert rock which was still hot from the impact of the dick rocket crashing.

On a faraway planet, two other Green Lanterns, Hal Jordan and Kyle Rayner floated down at the edge of the Sarlacc pit. "Guy, my god! We got your distress call!" Hal said.

"We came as fast as we could," Kyle said.

Guy, half-naked from his suit being half digested and covered in wounds from jagged fangs in the creature's esophagus, clawed his way up along the rim of the sand pit, and grasping the handle to the Green Lantern Battery. He breathed heavily and held it up in triumph, "I managed to save the battery!"

Hal looked at him, "That's great Guy, but what about Baz?"

Guy thought for a moment. "....Who?"

Kyle brought up a projection that looked very much like a hologram as seen in the Star Wars movies of Simon Baz bending over to put secret codes into something, "The new guy. Wears a Luchador Mask. He's from Lebanon. Loves it when you slap him around a little before, after and during sex."

This last fact triggered something in Guy's memory. "Oh, Shithead!" He turned and pointed in the Sarlacc's mouth, "Yeah, he's down in there still."

Hal, and Kyle gulped. Then they took to the air to dive headfirst right into the Sarlacc's mouth. A precursory scan revealed a labyrinth of at least seventeen stomachs with Olympic-sized swimming pools of stomach acid in each of them, with multiple intestinal tracks linking them all to one large anus several miles beneath the planet's surface.

Guy put his half-melted power ring into the charging battery and in a woozy tone told them, "Good luck..."

Back on Earth, Duke's motorcycle took a turn too sharply and didn't account for a pothole recently made in the road. VROOOMMMM! It went spinning out slightly but righted itself before falling over. The elastic straps holding Nightwing and Red Arrow's bags to the seat came undone and the two went flying off the motorcycle. "MURMPHMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!" They both yelled, then bang! The cases hit some jagged rocks poking out of the cliff where they kept right on rolling and tumbling down through all the brush and small trees.

Nightwing came fumbling down, stopping suddenly on the rocky shore to a dried-up stream. He was mostly unharmed given how much padding was stuffed in the suitcase with him. Then Red Arrow's suitcase came slamming right into his dick, "GRUAHHHHHHHHH!!! OMPH!!!"

"EMMM HMM HMMM!!!!" Nightwing whimpered, then he threw his head back and cried.

An Usher came into the men's room, "Oh there you are. You're on in two minutes. Your assistant is waiting for you on the stage."

"Thanks." Booster Gold said.

The Usher left him there to finish pissing.

Booster Gold sighed. "Yep they always end up in the urinals."

"EMMMMM!!!! EMMMMMMMMM!!!!" Duke and Static cried up to him.

Booster Gold finished pissing in Static's mouth. "How are you two liking your new pocket dimensions? Getting plenty to drink I hope. Haha!"

More moans and utterances came up from the urinals. "MURMPH!!!! EMMMMMMM!!!"

Booster Gold smiled, "Well I guess I should mention. That goo stuff does dissolve over time. The trouble is, if you're still in Urinal Cake Mode when too much of it gets pissed away, your storage disks will break and you two will be trapped in them forever."

"MURMPH!?!?! MURMPH!?!?!?" Static and Duke uttered.

"Oh and don't think your days of piss-drinking will be over." Booster Gold said. "If your mouth portals break, you'll be turned into your own little piss fountains." He laughed. "Whelp, nice knowing you." He said, then he pulled the flushing handles to both of their urinals.

Each of them got a smack across the nuts. "MURMPH HMM HMMM HMMMM!!!" Both Duke and Static cried out, feeling their nuts swinging between their legs.

Booster Gold came out into the lobby and headed for the backstage area. While he was there though, whatever John Constantine was doing finally manifested. Black and Red smoke bellowed up from the floor, swirling a moment and then fading to reveal Ferdinand the Minotaur standing before him. The towering eight-foot-high Minotaur looked down at John who stood up and dusted himself off a moment.

John asked him, "You ready to do this?"

In a deep gravelly voice, Ferdinand replied, "Yeah."

"Hmmm." Booster said then he went backstage and hurried along to the main stage where Mister Miracle was waiting for him.

Chapter 6

An Usher came out on stage and announced, "Ladies and Gentlemen, we now give you part two of Booster Gold and Mister Miracle." Then he quickly turned to move off the stage as the curtain raised. The audience clapped and then stopped abruptly seeing that Mister Miracle was in quite a predicament already.

Mister Miracle's body was folded up into a rectangular-shaped, iron box themed after Booster Gold's blue and gold coloring. His head was sticking out a hole in the top. His eyes were zipped shut and gripped in his teeth was a bite stick with ropes in it leading up to a rigging in the ceiling. Hanging from the rope was a very heavy-looking weight that was flat on the bottom side.

Mister Miracle's dick and balls stuck out a short length of pipe in the front of the box and rested neatly on a flat platform directly beneath the weight.

"Mister Miracle." Booster Gold started. "During the intermission, you asked me to zip your eyes shut and put you in a predicament you had no prior knowledge of."

Mister Miracle nodded, "Ruh Huh!" Still keeping a tight grip on the stick in his mouth. As he did this the weight moved up and down with his head bobbing.

"Would you care to guess what's going to happen if you let go of that stick in your mouth?" Booster Gold asked.

Mister Miracle shook his head No, "Runt ohhh," He uttered.

Then joking Booster Gold asked, "Would you care to find out?"

There were some chuckles from the crowd.

John Constantine was backstage. He squinted knowing something was up. "Wait, he was in the lobby during the intermission. How did he tie Mister Miracle up?"

A second Booster Gold nudged Constantine on the arm. He had a bucket of popcorn and was stuffing hand fulls at a time in his mouth. "Time Traveler, Remember?"

John turned to him, "Oh so you would be your future self then?"

"Yep," Booster Gold said.

John snapped his fingers. Ferdinand suddenly came up from behind Booster Gold, grabbed hold of him and hauled him away, "Wait what the hell are you D-MUMRPH!!!"

There was a loud bang heard coming from the backstage area. The present-day Booster Gold turned to see what it was. All he noticed though was John Constantine standing there eating from a bag of popcorn. "Huh..." He said.

"GRUAHHHH!!!!" Mister Miracle finally gasped as his mouth flung open, then he yelled, "Oh Shit!!!!"

The weight came slamming down on his dick and balls.

Swiftly reacting, Booster Gold leaped forward, not to help pull heave the weight off Mister Miracle's smashed penis, but rather to quickly spray a futuristic expanding foam gel in his mouth so he didn't scream his head off for the next five minutes straight in front of the audience.

!!!!!!!BANG!!!!!!

The foam quickly expanded, and Booster Gold quickly zipped Mister Miracle's mouth shut saying, "And he's Okay, Everyone!"

"EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!" Mister Miracle cried out, shaking his head from side to side as though pleading for him to lift the weight off his dick. "EMMM EMMMM!!! EMMMM EMMMM!!!" He cried out then nodded toward the weight and then NO NO then toward the weight again and NO NO.

Booster Gold told him, "Yeah I'm not really a weightlifting guy."

A fiery red portal of flames appeared out on stage and moved to sweep Booster Gold and Mister Miracle up. Booster, to his credit, dove out of the way to avoid it, but it swiftly gobbled up Mister Miracle.

John Constantine came out on stage as the portal evaporated into the ether. "Right, let's see him get out of the seventh level of hell."

Booster Gold got up in a bit of a huff and walked off stage. "Fine, I'm getting in my time machine and I'm going home." Then an alarm went off on his wristwatch. "Oh, No I'm traveling back to a few minutes ago to set this disaster of a trick up." Then as he walked past John said, "Hmm popcorn smells good. Maybe I'll buy a bag."

Ferdinand joined John out on stage. His hooves made powerful sounds as he stepped.

John then said. "All right, this is my associate, Ferdinand. He is quite obviously a Minotaur which means he is fantastic at Mazes. How Fantastic you ask? Well, we can solve one with his eyes closed."

Ferdinand stood towering over John as he stood an epic 8' high. Steam puffed out from his bull nose, causing his large gold nose ring to flick up and down like a door knocker.

John went on saying, "The thing is blindfolded is too easy for the big guy. So, we're going to do a lot more than just blindfold him."

John started conjuring various bondage items into existence, all of which appeared directly on Ferdinand's body. Firstly, there was a black leather zipper mask that was shaped like his Minotaur head. The eyes zipped shut, as did the mouth, which also had three belts along the sides of his muzzle that wrapped around under his chin and tightened with padlocks through the loops on the other side. There was a slit for his gold nose ring to stick out, as well as two holes for his horns. "MURMPH!!!" He uttered, puffing more steam out his nose.

Next came a black leather straitjacket which put him into a big leather hug. His nipples poked out through openings in the front and had gold nipple weights attached to them.

His leather thong suddenly dissolved from his body, allowing his impressive three-foot-long dick. John used some magic on it to give the big guy an instant erection, which whipped up and smacked him on the chest.

Ball stretching weights appeared next and they were heavy enough on his bulbous nuts to force his dick into aiming straight forward.

Lastly, black leather chaps appeared tightly bound around each of his legs from his bulging thigh down to his nimbler hooves. They had additional belts not typically seen on normal chaps though which suddenly came alive and pulled his legs tightly together, so his hooves were touching.

"All right, you all bundled up there Ferdinand?" John asked.

Ferdinand nodded. "Ruh Huh!"

"Good, now to turn you to stone," John said.

"MURMPH!?" Ferdinand uttered but before he could say anything John's spell swept over him, changing his warm brown muscular flesh and blood into a hardened light gray that was covered in small cracks.

Ferdinand was now an 8-foot-high living Minotaur statue. All the leather bondage gear he'd put on him though was unaffected. "EMMM EMMMM!!! EMMM EMMMMM!!!" he cried out from his core.

"Huh? What's that?" John asked. "Before I put you back in the maze you want me to cut both your horns off?"

Ferdinand cried out, "EMMM EMMMM!!!! EMMMM EMMMMMM!!!"

It was very clear that he was screaming No No, but John took it another way.

"All right, two Minotaur horns chopping right off," John said. Then he fired a cutting blade spell right up at them both and off they came. They fell to the stage with hollow-sounding thuds.

John then leaned in closer saying, "Huh? What's that? You want me to chop your stone dick off too?"

"EMMM EMMMM!!! EMMMM EMMMMMMMM!!!" Ferdinand cried, again very clearly crying NO!!!

John gave a smirk to the crowd who had all started laughing somewhat slightly.

John made a karate chop at the base of Ferdinand's stone penis and off it came. The hulking three-foot-long Minotaur member crashed to the stage with a thunderous Bang.

Ferdinand broke off into a fit of muffled, "EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!! EMMMMMM EMMMM EMMMMM!!!"

John picked Ferdinand's stone dick up with both hands. "Oh quit you whining." He said, "It's nothing a dab of super glue won't fix."

Ferdinand kept right on screaming though, "EMMMMMMMMM EMMMMMMMMMMMM!!! EMMMMMM EMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!"

"All right, whatever," John said, and then he opened a portal to Ferdinand's made. It swept to the side of him and he vanished as it passed him by.

Ferdinand was now deposited atop a stone pedestal in his maze somewhere, all bound up and turned to stone, looking very much like some of the other statues that adored its halls. The portal closed and he let out another big puff of steam.

Back on the stage, John held up Ferdinand's huge stone penis saying, "But wait, you forgot your penis!"

The audience laughed.

John turned to them and took a bow. "Thanks, you've been great." Then he took his leave.

Backstage, Superboy, and Red Robin were waiting to go on. John passed them both saying, "That's how it's done, fellas." Then he dumped Ferdinand's stone penis down on the table which made a thunderous slam.

Tim looked at Conner and gulped. "All right, you ready big guy?"

Conner gave Tim a kiss on the cheek, "You know I'm always ready."

An Usher introduced them, "And now our final act of the night. Give it up for Superboy and Red Robin!"

Red Robin was in his Red Robin outfit with the red wings while Superboy was standing there in his black T-shirt and jeans. Robin had a small case with him which he sat on a stool to use during their act.

Red Robin cleared his throat and said, "Okay, tonight my talent is, How to Tame a Superboy." He said, then he opened the case up.

Music started to play, though not good music. It was something like "Enya" which was the kind of music Red Robin listened to when he wanted to unwind.

Superboy took off his T-shirt, revealing his buff pecks and an eight-pack of abs to the crowd. Then he took his boots off and his black socks too. Then he unzipped his pants and took them off leaving him wearing just a tight pair of black boxer briefs.

Tim held up a glittering pink cock ring from the case which was studded with pink gemstones.

Superboy seemed to wheeze and broke out into a sweat at the sight of it. Tim came over to him and opened the flap in his boxer briefs and whipped out his thick hard Kryptonian cock. Superboy was packing fourteen inches and was as thick as a Pringle Can. Tim put the pink cock ring on Superboy's cock with one hand and helped with a glob of lube in the other to help it get down to the base of his dick.

Superboy winced. The gems seemed to be causing him quite a bit of pain, but also made the vanes in his penis glow pink.

Tim balled up Superboy's black socks, then stuffed them in his mouth. Superboy stood there obediently while Tim went and got the case from the stool. He came back and set it on the floor. From it, he had a very large Anal plug which he lubed a bit before inserting up Superboy's ass. Two wires came off the base which Tim brought between Superboy's legs. There he wrapped the wires around Superboy's nuts a few times to make a tight bind and then attached them to a small control box. Electrodes coming out of the box he then attached along Superboy's penis, and then another one right on the cock ring.

Tim then produced rolls of cloth which he started wrapping around Superboy's legs. The rolls were wide, so the wrapping process went quickly. He did each leg separate at first and then brought them both together. Superboy's chest was next and then his arms and then his arms bound across his chest and then onto his head.

Before the end of the song, Superboy was now bundled up like a mummy with just his feet and his dick and balls sticking out with all the wiring. Tim had cut a rectangular hole around his eyes so he could see out too.

Tim announced, "It's a little-known fact that Kryptonians cum buckets. So, to everyone seated in the first three rows, you might get wet." He said and started playing with the power dial on the control box to Superboy's dick.

This announcement came as quite an alarm to the people sitting in the front three rows who now shifted to get out of the way Super Boy's dick was pointing!

The E-stim device started making Superboys cock pulsate and move. Tim tried to aim his dick back up at him and then he cranked the dial up to 11.

Superboy blasted cum all over himself. It fired out with such a force that the underside of his chin lifted as though receiving an uppercut when it hit him. "MURMPH!!!!" He cried out, and then the cum splashed down on his face.

It's now the crowd saw what Tim meant when he said they might get wet. The backsplash firing off from under his chin had pained a line of spots across the whole front row.

Robin wasn't lying when he said Kryptonians cum buckets. Superboy looked drenched across his chest and face.

The music changed to something that sounded a bit more cornball but fit the goofy tone of the act.

Red Robin had his hand on the controls again. "Are you ready Superboy?"

Superboy was breathing heavily and glanced down at him, shaking his head, yeah.

Robin cranked the dial again and a moment later Superboy's dick was blasting out more cum all over himself. Superboy winced each time it happened. More than once he'd fallen over and each time Robin pushed him across the stage to absorb the cum he'd spilled in that direction. A few minutes in though, Superboy was becoming somewhat stiff-looking.

The bandages Tim had used to mummify him were the same kind doctors used when making a cast around a broken arm or leg. The chemicals in them were water activated and turned as hard as cement after only a few minutes time. Superboy's cum was acting as the catalyst that made his cum cocoon. The trouble was the gems in his cock ring were Pink Kryptonite and he was powerless to break free with his super strength until it was removed.

This was pretty much Red Robin's act in a nutshell. He made Superboy cum his brains out on stage and then rolled him around to absorb it all into his bandages and let it harden.

This was the last act of the night. Red Robin propped Superboy up on his feet and then took a bow. Superboy did not as he was entombed in a hardened shell of bandages and cum.

Chapter 7

Ushers quickly brought out stools and set them up in a line so there were twenty of them in total. Then the main Usher stepped out clapping and said. "All right let's hear it for all our acts tonight ladies and gentlemen." They started clapping, then the Usher went on saying, "But now it all comes down to this. What did the judges think?" Then he gestured around to all the stools up on stage. "Contestants please take your places."

The first stool was empty as Kid Flash was still frozen in the Flash Museum. On the second stool, an Usher had been nice enough to bring Kaldur's fishbowl out.

Zatara sat in the third stood looking upset with himself. Beside him was the metal bowl that was once Red Devil's storage disk which was now Bitch Boy's food bowl full of Cyborg's cum.

Impulse came zooming in at the last minute with Blue Beetle still trapped in Chrysalis-mode duct taped to a handcart. Blue Beetle's nuts hung down over the lip of the handcart and he dam near squashed them flat as Impulse set him down. "EMMMMMMMM!!!" Blue Beetle cried out but Impulse chalked it up to him being nervous. His dick was still erect and twitching as he struggled to get free.

Guy came flying in from the broken window his rocket had made and landed down in his stool. He had used some of his ring energy to repair his uniform and comb his hair beforehand. He was still holding the lantern. Hal and Kyle came in with him looking worse for wear with their uniforms half-digested and their hair a mess. They had Baz with them who was still using his full ring energy to keep himself tightly secured in his metal box getting his dick and balls squished beneath a pane of glass. Hal and Kyle set Baz down on his side, but Guy kicked him over so he was dick side down and propped his boots up on him like a footstool, "EMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!" Baz cried out, now very much able to feel the pain in his dick and balls. Hal and Kyle gave Guy a disapproving look then flew off to police the galaxy.

Someone had wheeled out Cyborg and Bitch Boy's cage onto the stage which stood mostly behind everyone. Bitch Boy was passed out on the cage floor but still sporting a huge donkey dick erection. Cyborg looked like he'd been fucked stupid and had the fountain of cum pouring out his ass to show it.

Nightwing and Red Arrow appeared much to everyone's surprise. They had gotten free of their suitcases but their arms and legs were still duct tapped in folded positions, so they had somehow managed to knee and arm walk their way back to the theater from a road on the outskirts of town. This did not seem possible but there they were.

Duke and Static's stools remained empty, and no one knew where they were besides Booster Gold. An Usher did gesture to ask him what happened to them, but Booster only shrugged that he didn't know. Meanwhile, in the men's room, Duke and Static were still sealed in their gold storage disk, stuck in Urinal Cake mode with their mouths wide open. They had heard the announcements through the walls and loudly pleaded for someone to help them out before the gold goo dissolved away enough to trap them in there forever. But their muffled pleading moans sounded more like moans of encouragement. "EMMM EMMMM EMMMM!!!! EMMM EMMM EMMMMM!!!"

Duke and Static were both rubber drones, getting fucked up the ass, having their nipples pumped, as spiked beads twirled around in their dicks. The spiked beads were moving in and out of their dicks, sounding them in a way pleasuring enough to make them start cumming despite the rough texture. The cum shot out of their dicks and inflated the gold goo like a used condom, creating a bladder that hung off their cock heads. A recording of Booster Gold started playing on their chests which projected on the walls of their pocket dimensions, "Naughty, naughty. Urinal Cakes aren't allowed to cum." The recording ended. Then the bladder of cum lifted to form tubes into their dick holes and squeezed their own cum back into their dicks. "EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!" "EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!" Duke and Static cried out have mercy! They had no idea where it was pumping to but it didn't simply squirt back out again and this fact was very alarming to them.

Booster Gold was in the next stool still finding bits of garbage on his person. Ferdinand had manhandled him right into the dumpster out back. Thankfully a fire from earlier had consumed most of the garbage within it. Mister Miracle's stool remained empty though John Constantine lit a candle for him and placed it there.

John Constantine sat in the next stool over and he'd placed Ferdinand's stone penis on the one beside him.

A very woozy-looking and mummified Superboy was propped up in front of the next stool with Red Robin sat in the last one holding him up. His super dick hung limp and flaccid from having been drained of all life by Red Robin's cock stimulating device.

An envelope was handed up to the main Usher, along with the fourth-place ribbon. "The judges have tallied the scores." He said then opened it and read. "In Fourth Place, is Red Robin and Superboy for his talent to tame a Superboy."

There was brief clapping in the audience, mostly from those seated in the fourth row or behind. A spotlight beamed on them as the Usher handed the big red ribbon off to Red Robin who promptly pinned it a soft spot of bandages over Superboy's left nipple.

Red Robin sighed, "Well we tried out best." He said.

Superboy gave a weak and muffled sounding, "murmph..." before passing out.

Another envelope and a red and bronze-colored trophy were handed to the Usher. The Usher opened the envelope and announced, "In third place, is Cyborg neutering Bitch Boy."

There were slightly louder cheers from the audience. A spotlight shined down into the cage as the Usher forced the third-place trophy through the bars and rested it beside Bitch Boy who was very much passed out on the floor. Cyborg who was still sucking on Bitch Boy's tennis ball(s) swung about happily in the cage.

Another envelope and a much larger blue and silver-colored trophy were handed up to the Usher. It had a much larger base and was more cylindrical with a good amount of weight to it too. Everyone waited with bated breath to know who was coming in second place.

The Usher opened the envelope and read, "And in Second Place! It's... Kid Flash and Kaldur!"

Kaldur perked upon hearing his name announced. He watched the towering silhouettes of the outside world move over to the stool he was placed on. A spotlight beaming down into the water made it perfectly clear to him. His eyes widened as he saw the base of the trophy coming down like a spaceship about to land on him, "EMMM EMMMM!!! EMMMM EMMMMMMM!!!!" He cried, shaking his head from side to side.

The Usher had set the trophy down inside Kaldur's fishbowl, as there was no room for it on the stool. It kept leaning to one side though, so he had to press it down into the stones and twist it a bit to grind up more of Kaldur's storage disk fragments to get it to stay upright.

"EMMMMMMMMMMMM HMM HMM HMMM!!!" Kaldur cried out, once again smacking himself in the dick.

Lastly, the usher was handed the final envelope of the evening along with the first-place trophy, which dwarfed all the other trophies in size with its blue and gold lettering. It even had a gold chalice on top with great big handles on the sides.

There was a drumroll as the Usher carefully tore the envelope open and produced a pair of reading glasses, which oddly he hadn't needed before but was clearly doing to draw out the suspense.

Red Arrow and Nightwing glanced at one another, knowing they didn't win but wanted to be proud of whoever the winners were.

Booster Gold was salivating and had a full hard-on just looking at the trophy and thinking how much it matched his uniform.

Impulse was eager to know who it was going to be that he didn't realize he was stepping on Blue Beetle's nuts. "EMMMM EMMMM EMMMM!!!" Blue cried out. Impulse knelt and petted him. "I know, I can't wait to find out who wins."

Guy Gardner was getting hard just thinking about how he was going to piss in its gold basin and make Baz drink his victory.

Zatara remained seated in a bit of a huff though entertained that maybe he had misjudged how much the Judges had enjoyed his trick. Kaldur was beyond screwed, and Constantine and Booster Gold had both basically castrated their partners. Was what he did to Red Devil so different? Maybe he'd have Red Devil's metal dish melted down and poured inside the trophy if he won.

Constantine thought how much fun he was going to have to store the trophy in Ferdinand's maze. He'd keep it on the pedestal directly across from him and show up on occasion dressed as a French maid with his dick out to come and polish it from time to time. He was planning to do that with Ferdinand's stone penis anyhow.

Duke and Static were still urinal cakes, now moaning about how badly they had to piss and cum.

The Usher finally opened the envelope and read, "And in first place, the winner is.... Impulse and Blue Beetle for their amazing Dick Rocker!"

The audience burst into cheers.

Guy Gardner shouted "WHAT!?"

Impulse leaped into the air, again not realizing he was putting all his weight on Blue Beetle's nuts. "We did it!" He yelled and knelt and started hugging and kissing Blue Beetle's chrysalis. Blue Beetle cried out in sighs of relief, not because they had won but because Impulse was no longer standing on his nuts. "MURMPh!!!!!......"

Zatara huffed.

Ripples appeared in Red Devil's dog bowl.

Guy was yelling at the Usher. "That dick rocket wasn't even part of their act!" But no one cared.

Nightwing and Red Arrow knee and elbow walked their way over to Red Robin who knelt to their level. "Well, I guess after I untie you two, we can get to work putting Kaldur's storage disk back together."

Booster Gold stormed off the stage and was so angry, he grabbed Kaldur's fishbowl with both hands.

"MURMPH!?!?" Kaldur uttered sensing the fast movements.

Booster Gold then threw Kaldur's fishbowl overarm directly at the wall above the trashcan where it smashed into a thousand pieces, spilling glass, and water down into the trashcan along with all of Kaldur's storage disk fragments, pebbles, sand and bits of garbage people had been throwing in his bowl all night.

Kaldur was shaking his head madly and wagging his feet about. He was tugging on his nuts furiously and getting his dick smacked something fierce. "EMMMMM EMMMMMM EMMMMMM EMMMMMM!!!!" He cried out.... Not that anyone could hear him.

Cyborg managed to spit Bitch Boy's tennis ball(s) out of his mouth, which fell onto Bitch Boy's chest and rolled out of the cage somewhere. He was looking in Booster Gold's direction when he said, "Duh fuck's he going?"

Red Arrow stood up, now free of the duct tape. "Who knows."

Red Robin said, "Probably to go check on Duke and Static. They went out the back after they totally owned you two."

Nightwing scoffed. "They didn't own us."

Red Arrow said in a macho tone, "Yeah! They caught a lucky break with some smoke bombs is all."

Red Robin smirked. "Nahh they totally owned you two."

The audience finally finished clapping, having very much appreciated tonight's entertainment. Then slowly all turned to file out of the theater with the same expression of 'Well that happened' on all of their faces.

Impulse came running up holding the trophy. "Guys can you believe it?! We won!"

Nightwing gave him a sidewise smile. "Yeah yeah." He said, opening the back of the lion cage.

Red Arrow and Red Robin then lifted Superboy who was still tightly sealed in his mummy cast and laid him down in the cage beside Bitch Boy. "MURMPH!" He uttered having hit his head.

"Oops, sorry." Red Robin said.

Nightwing then helped Impulse roll Blue Beetle over so they could lift him up and in as well.

Red Arrow asked, "Can't he just come out of Chrysalis mode and walk?"

Impulse was quick to answer, "Nah, he'd rather stay cooped up for a while longer."

"EMMMMMMMMM!!!" Blue Beetle cried out, once again wagging his thick Meixcan cock in protest.

They shoved Blue Beetle in the cage where his thick cock rolled right onto Bitch Boy's face. Bitch Boy's nose twitched and slowly he roused awake. "Owwww." Bitch Boy said, then he got to sucking Blue Beetle off.

Zachary Zatara tapped Impulse on the shoulder. Impulse turned, looking surprised. "Oh, it's you!"

Zatara cleared his throat and extended his hand. "Congratulations." He said.

"Likewise." Impulse said, and the two of them shook on it.

Zatara then handed him something, "Here, you can have this. He's worthless to me now."

Impulse took it not actually knowing what it was as he missed that part of the talent show, "A metal feeding dish full of cum? And it says Bitch Boy on the side, thanks." He said not really sure that he should be thankful.

Zatara explained. "It's Red Devil's metal storage disk. Cyborg crushed it into a bowl and was cumming in it all night. It seems only right that you all should have it."

Impulse looked down at the bowl of cum. It vibrated a moment and ripples appeared along the cum surface.

Zatara explained, "That would be Red Devil saying hello." Then he turned to take his leave.

Red Robin came up and stared at the bowl. "Wait a minute? Can't Red Devil make portals by spinning his tail around? Why doesn't he just make one to get out of there?"

Somehow the ripples that appeared in the pool of cum came to form an image of "!?" on its surface as though Red Devil was only now remembering he could do that. And he'd just taken a serious bite out of his penis finally too.... "Hmmm." He uttered chewing it in his mouth a moment, then going back to bite another couple of inches off. At least he tasted good, he thought.

Nightwing explained, "He might be embarrassed that he bit his dick off or something," he said, guessing right.

Red Arrow then said, "Yeah he'll portal out when he feels it's time."

The curtains had dropped now with most of the audience cleared out. Around the back of the theater, John Constantine was enjoying one last cigarette before heading out for the night.

Guy Gardner came out of the exit to meet him. His ring was glowing and apparently keeping Baz afloat in midair beside him. Baz was still tightly sealed up in his iron box still getting his dick and balls stepped on beneath the pane of glass.

"There you are!" Guy said to Constantine.

Constantine looked as though he wanted Guy to go fuck off.

Guy spoke to him anyway. "We caught the last part of your show. I was watching via a long-range space telescope. So Uhhh about that maze you dropped Ferdinand into."

Constantine raised an eyebrow. "What of it?"

"Well..." Guy said sounding slightly embarrassed. "As it turns out, my man Baz here really wanted to check it out."

"MURMPH!?" Baz uttered. Guy stopped lifting him up with his ring and the iron box he was sealed in dropped to the alleyway floor with a loud thud.

Constantine glanced down at the side with Baz's flattened dick and ball spread out like a pancake inside it. He'd landed dick side up.

"Oh yeah," Guy said gushing on. "I can't shut him up about it. He just wants to roll around in his little box here getting lost and crushing his dick a bit as he rolls onto that side. You think you could help him out and maybe send him there?"

Constantine raised an eyebrow and smiled. "Well that depends." He said. "You see, I need an ashtray at the moment." He said carefully holding up his cigarette which was almost a half inch of pure ash at the tip.

Guy smiled.

Baz's cock ring started to glow. A round opening in the pane of glass lifted up like a hatch, allowing Baz's flattened penis room to inflate back to its round squishy self and painfully peel off of the metal boot texture.

John waited patiently as Baz's dick slowly started flexing to pump itself back into a mostly round shape though not quite. It still had the impression of the boot firmly pressed into it. Baz was panting to make all of this happen too as it was his power ring doing this to himself.

His dick having gotten about as good as it can for the moment, two green chopsticks appeared and poked into Baz's dick hole, then pulled it open.

"Ohh there we are," John said, then he leaned down and held the ash of his cigarette right over Baz's dick hole. He twisted it around in his hand a bit and suddenly the clump of ash fell down into his open dick.

"Gruahhhhhhhh!!!!" Baz cried out as it burned him a little before the dampness of his inner cock doused the flame.

John then pressed his cigarette end into the lips Baz's dick, placed his thumb on the back of the filter, and pushed his cigarette butt right inside.

"EMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!" Baz cried out from the pain of a lit cigarette pushed inside his dick.

The chopsticks vanished. Then the class pane folded closed again. Baz's dick was flattened out like a pancake once more and the seam where the round circle of glass had been disappeared.

John looked pleased. "Now that's handy. I'll have to summon you whenever I'm in need of an ashtray now."

"EMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!" Baz cried out, still dealing with the pain, but also of new pain as his dick that didn't press into the same grooves of the boot texture from before had become intensely sore.

John opened a portal on the alleyway floor, and Baz's box fell right through it, falling a good 30 feet before landing with a fantastic SLAM!!!!

"EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!" Baz cried out. His dick and balls weren't totally squished though. The bolts sticking out that side prevented that, but the pain of glass even with it being unbreakable did flex and bend slightly to add occasional pressure on his dick and balls depending on if he landed on an uneven surface or a rock or something was right in the middle.

Baz's iron box had landed down in the maze he'd sent Ferdinand.

"Good luck Lad." Constantine yelled down to him as his portal closed.

Guy asked John if he had any plans for tonight. Together they walked off interested in what the night would bring. Their slightly tender moment was interrupted though by an alert from Hal coming through his ring saying, "Guy, why did I just get an alert saying Baz is on Themyscira?!" Guy put his ring on mute and followed John back to his place.

A larger garage door opened in the alleyway and out came Nightwing and Red Arrow riding their motorcycles with the Lion Cage towing behind. Cyborg, Bitch Boy, Blue Beetle, Superboy, and Red Devil's food bowl were all inside.

Red Robin was in his bright red sports car out on the main street, intending to follow them home. Impulse was riding with him. In his trunk were Cyborg's limbs in the Faraday cage box and the contents of one smashed trashcan in a trash bag. The water had drained out a hole in the bag already. They had also taken care to collect Bitch Boy's tennis ball which had his real nuts preserved in silicone for him to suck and chew on whenever he liked.

Red Robin asked, "So do you think you can put Kaldur's storage disk back together?"

Impulse shrugged, "I mean it should just be a matter of sorting out the glass and garbage everyone's been throwing in there and then it's a 100,000-piece jigsaw puzzle from there."

As he said this, the second-place trophy in the trunk of Robin's car had come loose from the side spot it had been nestled and rolled freely over the trash bag further grinding Kaldur's storage disk and bits of glass into smaller pieces.

In his pocket dimension, Kaldur had finally managed it. Atlantians along with being well endowed, blessed with powerful erections that can be sustained with the pressures at the bottom of the ocean, and keep it up for hours at a time were known for one more thing. When they started cumming it was like a sperm whale blasting off. He went cross-eyed, flexed his dick and fought to hold it all in until the very last moment; then he whipped both his feet down like he was putting the peddle to the metal, dam near yanked his balls off, and just as the flogger whipped against his penis, Kaldur released and started cumming. "EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!" Kaldur cried out.

Cum gushed out of his dick in a solid stream, splattering the ceiling all above him thanks to his dick wagging up and down from getting whipped. It started raining down on his body in a wavy pattern, like ketchup on a hotdog. More cum was gushing out his member, still hitting the ceiling to his pocket dimension but not with the same intensity. Globs of it splatted down onto his face. His head fell back as he shut his eyes. Cum still shot out of his penis but now only arching up in the air like a bottle of soda someone had shaken. It splatted down on his mid-section forming a deep puddle in the slight depressions of his hot pink wrappings. More cum was coming but only shot about a foot in the air. He'd brought his feet back up again, to escape the tickling. This lowered the tension on his balls and allowed his dick to aim back a little. The last of the great gushes of cum shot out, this time splatting on him directly against the lower parts of his face. "MURMPH!!!!" He cried out, still cross-eyed and woozy from two fucking hours of getting his dick smacked. The cum found its way beneath the hot pink duct tape across his mouth. He could taste his own cum soaked into the gym socks, and it was glorious.

Kaldur passed out soon after. Even with his feet still getting tickled and leaned forward to pull at his balls. His dick, though only half hard was still aiming up in the air and breaking the line of the sensor to the cock flogger. The cum soaked leather straps spun around, smacking his half-limp dick with the sound of a wet towel, over and over again. Kaldur laid there fast asleep with his eyes open and with the thumping sounds of his cum raining down on him. The cock flogger sent drops of it showering around him in a perfect spiral pattern. Kaldur was now a cum soaked work of art.

Chapter 8

They all made it back to the Batcave safely enough. Nightwing and Red Arrow were both walking beside their motorcycles which were driving themselves at a safe walking speed and hauling in the Lion Cage behind it with everyone else inside.

There was a brief chat with Batman and Alfred about the night's festivities. Finally, Nightwing asked, "Say, did Duke or Static ever show up?"

"No, Master Dick," Alfred said, "Though his motorcycle did drive itself back about an hour and a half ago." He said pointing in the distance. "It's parked in its usual place."

Nightwing made a sideways frown. "Hmmm." Then he called over to Red Robin who was on the Bat Computer. "Did his tracking device turn up anything?"

Red Robin shrugged. "No. Whatever Booster Gold sprayed him with, it's interfering with his transponder."

"Well, what about Static then?" Red Arrow asked.

Red Robin looked at him as if this were a stupid question. "The guy can shoot electricity out his body. No, electronic tracking devices don't work."

Red Arrow turned to Duke's Motorcycle, "And he basically flies around on a trashcan lid, so there's no running plates or speed cameras."

Nightwing shrugged, "Well let's hope they turn up in the morning. I'll have a word with Booster Gold tomorrow to see if he knows where they might have gone."

Red Robin then said excitedly. "I did locate Kid Flash. He's at the Flash Museum."

Red Arrow nodded. "Probably got a date in the Flash Van. We had sex there once."

Nightwing smiled. "Me too."

There was a shared laugh between them all.

Nightwing digressed. "Okay, we'll touch base with him tomorrow too. Then maybe our speedsters can get Kaldur freed."

And with that, they called it a night. Everyone headed upstairs to the mansion to get showered and changed for bed. That is everyone except for Alfred who was a stickler for keeping the Batcave neat and tidy.

Alfred was down there another two hours taking the time to mop the muddy tracks along the Batcave driveway. He cleaned off the wheels to Nightwings Lion Cage and gave the bars a good polishing. Then he moved onto Master Drake's Red Robin Sports Car, giving the hood a nice polish and cleaned off the leather interior. Then he broke out the vacuum and gave the floors a proper cleaning. The work went fast as most of it was just spot treatments... Then he opened up the trunk of the car.

"Dear me." Alfred sighed eyeing the busted open trashcan torn to shreds from all the broken glass. He collected the second-place trophy and gave that a good polishing. The trash bag tore in half as he went to lift it, most of its contents spilling back into the trunk of Robin's car.

Kaldur came awake just in time to hear Alfred flicking on the vacuum and went wide-eyed shaking his head NO, "EMMMMMM EMMMMMMMM!!!! EMMMMMMMM EMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!"

Alfred sucked up every last piece of Kaldur's storage disk into the vacuum, leaving the trunk of Tim's car perfectly spotless. Then he dumped the garbage right into the rubbish bin.

"EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!" the cube cried out.

Back at the theater, the cleaning people finished up for the night, having mopped the floors, vacuumed the carpets, swept out the main auditorium, and changed every trash bag in the place.

Duke and Static were both still trapped in their urinals. Their tongues were robotically circling around at the seals around their gold storage disks, trying to lap up every last drop of piss they could come across. Their vocal cords were now so gummed up with dark-gold goo that they were no longer producing utterances or sounds of any kind. They were just in their pocket dimensions, down on their knees, getting fucked up the ass still, wide-eyed from sexual frustrations of having their nipples pumped out, and their dicks played with. The spiked beads were still rotating around in their dick holes and slowly pulling in and out to sound each of them into sexual stimulation. The trouble was each time they busted a nut to cum the ends of their dicks were still swelling up like used condoms that would then deflate and pump it all back into their cocks.

The cleaning crew had left completely, so it was lights out for the night. That's when Booster Gold came out of hiding and made his way to the men's room.

Duke and Static both heard the door squeak open. "Oh man, are you two still down there?"

Booster Gold smiled and looked down at their tongues mechanically rotating around their O rings trying to find any last bits of flavor.

"Hmmm," Booster mused, "Here let me make it so you two can talk again." He said tapping away at the control pad on his wrist.

Slowly Duke and Static's voices came back to them, first with grunts and slight utterances and then with full-on speech. "Guahahh, Oahhhhh, Ruahhh, Guahhhh!!! Hay! Let Us Go!" And then in a whimpering tone, "Oh God I have to pee!"

"You have to pee?" Booster said. "Well, that I can help you with." And he tapped a few more buttons.

Both Duke and Static's storage disks suddenly unsealed themselves to the drains. They were now as hockey pucks with mouths on one side, both of which pushed the plastic netting up and out of the way so they could have more room in the urinal basins.

"Guahhhh! Come on man! Let us Go!" Duke yelled.

Booster smiled. "Now I wouldn't forget about you two." He said then popped a mint in each of their mouths right under their tongues.

Duke and Static's storage disks both split in half so that each of their hockey pucks unfolded. Their gold rubber-coated disks formed through the portal on this other half out into the real world. Then their storage disks kept on folding in on themselves though. Each of their dicks bent down into their mouths and down their throats. "MURMPH!!!" "MURMPH!!!!" Both Duke and Static uttered now with their dicks in their mouths.

Duke's storage disk then took on the actual soapy texture of an actual urinal cake. The name Duke Thomas was embossed along the top and bottom, with the Signal-themed Bat logo in the middle.

Static Shock's storage disk also took on the soapy texture of a real urinal cake. The name Static Shock was along the top and bottom just like Duke's but his had a symbol of a circle with a lightning bolt through it.

"MURMPH!!!" "MURMPH!!!" They both cried out. And then came cries of relief. Though the spiked beads were still firmly stuck in their dicks, the tips of their penises were allowed to open and they both started freely pissing down their throats. Granted it was right back down into their own mouths, but they were pissing and that at least came with the feeling of relief, until it eventually refilled into their bladders again.

Duke and Static had both become little pissing fountains just as Booster Gold told them they would be. Together they had probably drank more than two gallons of piss which meant there was plenty to potentially keep the pissing loop going. Neither cared though as they were finally able to piss out the cum that had been getting forced back down their urethras and into their bladders.

They were both letting out pleasurable moans still, "OAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" and "RUAHHHHHHHHH!!!" Even as their gold urinal cakes both rolled back under the plastic mesh. Each nestled back in the drain of the basin, exactly where a urinal cake should be. They didn't form a tight seal along the drain this time. These were free to be pissed on and eroded right down into a septic system beneath the old theater.

And to test this out, Booster Gold whipped out his dick and started pissing down Duke's urinal cake. Though it was still a fresh puck, he could see his steady stream had eroded away some of it.

Booster Gold gummed up their vocal cords again with his control pad and told them, "All right, I'll check on you both in a few weeks. In the meantime, try not to get pissed away, okay?"

Duke and Static's urinal cakes both remained silent aside from the sound of them pissing into their own mouths. Booster was just testing to be sure their vocal cords were indeed gummed up.

"Okay." Booster Gold said confidently. Then he gave each of their flush chains a hard pull. This gave each of their nut sacks a hardy slap.

Booster Gold then left, flicking the lights off as he went, and spoke into his wrist control. "Time Sphere, set jump to one month into the future."

Duke and Static were left suckling their rubber piss canons, guzzling it down now as sweet relief. Their urinal cakes had to survive four weeks of men pissing on them. The theater doubled as a movie theater on the weekends and had operas, plays, and special events on the weekdays. Some nights it did a thousand people. They both recalled that usher at the start of the night plastering all those Sold Out signs on all those posters.

Their minds were spinning full of questions such as, were their dicks going to be severed off when the storage disks broke the way Red Devil's had, or were the portals to these futuristic ones more sophisticated than that, working internally to the pocket dimension itself? Given they were going to be there a month they were afraid they were going to find out.

Duke and Static glanced at one another and shared the same look in their eyes that said, 'We are so screwed!'

Chapter 9

Nightwing and Red Arrow drove up to the Flash Museum on their motorcycles. They were out on the highway when they came across Red Robin's sports car also heading in that direction. His car was also a convertible with the top down. They passed him on the side to wave hi and had intended to pass him but when they got up to the driver's seat, they were both a little stunned to find Superboy bobbing his head up and down between Red Robin's thighs. Tim slowly turned to them, blushing and gave a wave. Nightwing gave a wave back, Red Arrow pulled out his cell phone and snapped a picture, then the two of them sped off.

Red Robin was also heading to the Flash Muesum to check on Wally but was in no hurry to get there.

At the Museum, Nightwing and Red Arrow came up the steps. Red Arrow said, "You know if we got cars, we could probably do fun stuff like that."

Nightwing was busy holding the tracking device. "Yeah sure, we'll just borrow the batmobile again. Because that worked out so well for us the last time."

Red Arrow shivered. Batman had tied them up in display cases with E-stim devices on their dicks and up their asses and forced them both into cumming all over their uniforms the last time. "It wasn't all bad..." He said half lying to himself.

They made their way through the museum and slowly homed in on the Kid Flash section. Then they saw him. Kid Flash posed in a mid-running stance propped up on a pedestal in such a way it looked as if he were going to fall over at the slightest breeze.

They burst out laughing. "HAhahahahahaha!" So much so that a nearby security guard and other guests looked at them awkwardly. They wondered off into a nearby room to cool off a moment.

Zachary Zatara's phone rang. He was about to board a plane at Gotham International. "Hello?"

Nightwing explained that they had found Kid Flash and thought it was hilarious what he'd done to him but also, hay how do we break whatever spell you put on him.

Zatara nodded along as he talked. "Oh yeah, one of you just has to kiss him on the lips. If that doesn't work call me back." More platitudes were shared. "Yep. Yeah. Okay, I got to go, my plane is boarding."

Nightwing hung up the phone.

"What did he say?" Red Arrow asked.

"He said one of us has to kiss him on the lips," Nightwing answered.

"Right." Red Arrow said. Then he slung off his backpack and produced the second-place trophy Kid Flash had won. He walked over to Kid Flash and plopped it down on the pedestal beside Wally's boot. "Here you go Wally. You won second place. Bye."

Kid Flash watched as Nightwing and Red Arrow both waved to him and walked away. He was left thinking to himself, 'when I get out of this, I'm going to duct tape the two of them ceiling!'

Out in the parking lot, Nightwing and Red Arrow passed Tim as he was pulling up. Superboy was waiting in the car texting. "Did you find him?" Tim asked.

"Yeah yeah," Red Arrow said. "We're gonna have to come back tonight before we make our move though." Which wasn't true at all, they could just pull him off the pedestal and smooch him then and there but they decided to let him pose a little more.

Tim turned and followed them down the steps. "Oh. So uhh what is our move?"

Bitch Boy yawned. His arms were still bound up in the black leather straitjacket. He righted himself up and wandered over to his new gold food bowl. He bent down on all fours and started lapping up last night's cum.

Slowly the bowl shifted and shook about. Inside his pocket dimension, Red Devil could somehow feel Bitch Boy's tongue licking at the spot between his legs right where he'd been branded. "MURMPH!!!!"

A fiery red portal opened next to Bitch Boy. He looked up a moment as it moved past where he was kneeling. It puffed into a ball of smoke and Red Devil still bound up in his leather straitjacket came out sort of dancing. "Dude! That fucking tickles!" He said hopping from one left to the other.

Bitch Boy didn't much care how or why this was happening. He just kept right on lapping up the half-congealed cum out of the bowl.

Red Devil, for whatever reason danced in place fighting to flex his thighs together and bed. He crouched to the floor laughing. No matter what he tried he could still feel Bitch Boy's tongue licking the gash between his thighs. "GUAHHH OH MY God Please Stop!!!"

Cyborg heard the commotion from the next room over. He walked in, half asleep himself. Though really, he was just defragging some old memory units. His arms and legs had all been reattached the previous night. He did a precursory scan both of Red Devil and of the food bowl. "Hmmm, well there's your problem." He said. "Scanner says you're still trapped inside your storage disk. It's energy readings are all over you."

Bitch Boy was working on the last bits along the rim now which gave Red Devil the chance to speak without breaking off into fits of laughter. "Wait, so whenever you feed him something now I'm going to feel his tongue licking me!?"

Cyborg nodded. "I'm no wizard but that seems to be what's happening."

Bitch Boy finished up and swallowed. "Cool." He said. Then he squinted at Red Devil a moment. "Hay, didn't you used to have a penis?"

Red Devil belched unexpectedly. "Uhhh sorry." He said, having filled the room with penis breath.

Cyborg bounced a tennis ball against the ground and caught it. "Hay Bitch Boy, want to play fetch?"

Bitch Boy opened his mouth and nodded. "Oh fuck yeah!"

Impulse sighed. Despite sitting perfectly still in a chair, his arms were moving at a blurring speed. He had a jewelers lens in one eye and was carefully trying to piece Kaldur's storage disk back together. He'd sorted all the glass and garbage to the side in the first minute and glued all the remaining large pieces together in the second minute. It was the remaining grains of sand that were giving him trouble.

Kaldur's storage disk looked like a ring at the moment, perfectly smooth and rounded on the outside but the inside was cracked and crumbled as though rusted away with age. Ever so slowly little bits of the cracks were filling in as Impulse found the right pieces and stuck them there. Slowly the pointed parts in the middle grew longer and sharper and filled out more. Things were slowly coming together but it was taken forever. Roughly an hour or more, which was asking a lot from a speedster to sit in one place.

Red Devil walked up behind him feeling left out from Cyborg and Bitch Boy's game. He looked over Impulse's shoulder a moment, studying the stone disk that was ever so slowly forming before his eyes. "Huh." He said, then he took a few steps back. He spun his tail around to create a fiery portal and stepped right inside, the sound of Kaldur letting out yet another muffled scream filled the room.

"EMMMMMMMMMMMM HMM HMM HMMM!!!" Kaldur cried out and then his eyes widened with excitement. Red Devil was standing over him. "EMMM EMMMMM!!! EMMMMM EMMMMMMM!!!" He arffed.

"Hi Kaldur." Red Devil said.

Impulse had been so focused on what he was doing that it took him a second to realize what he had just heard. He stopped and looked up a moment. Then he turned just in time to see Red Devil's fiery portal close up behind him.

Red Devil used his whip-like devil tail to pull away the bandages covering Kaldur's mouth. Then he forced out the socks from between his jaw. Kaldur gasped. "GRAUHHH!!!" He breathed and worked his jaw a bit, as it was sore from having been gagged for so long.

Red Devil planted his other foot on the other side of Kaldur's head. He was facing Kaldur's cock and then he sat right down. "So what have you been up to?" He asked.

Kaldur said, gasping, "You got to get me out of here! I've been- MURMPH!!!!"

Red Devil's tail coiled right around Kaldur's head and pulled him right up so his lips were up against Red Devil's asshole. Kaldur got to licking him out still wagging his feet from getting tickled, tugging on his balls, and making the flogger spin around to whip himself in the dick which had gotten hard again thanks to morning wood, "EMMMM HMM HMM HMMM!!!" Kaldur cried out.

Red Devil smiled. "Oh still slapping the old man meat around I see."

"EMMM EMMMMMMMM!!! EMMMMM EMMMMMMM!!!" Kaldur cried out still running his tongue all along Red Devil's ass.

"Yeah," Red Devil sighed. "I used to do that."

Simon Baz was excited he'd heard the warning finally. His ring said in the earpiece in his ear, "Warning Ring Power Low, 2%"

Baz had heaved himself purposely down on his dick and balls side and was grinding himself around in place. The action caused his ring to use power to fix the minor scratches in the pane of glass which made it use more power faster. He'd been going at it seemingly all night, and finally a red flashing 1% with a persistent alarm sound chimed in his year. *Beep *Beep *Beep

Finally, his ring ran out of power.

The construct of the iron box, pane of glass, the cock gag, and his uniform all melted away. Baz was completely naked with his body folded up like a contortionist. It hurt to move but he swiftly unrolled himself to spread out shouting, "Oh Thank God!!!" He said panting and running his face and hands against the carpet....

He laid there blinking a moment. Were mazes normally carpeted!? Then he realized there was a dresser in front of him and walls with wallpaper. Slowly he stood up. He was at the foot of a bed. Guy was fast asleep under the covers with John Constantine. Swiftly Baz asked, "Bathroom!?"

John had his reading glasses on and looked up from the novel he was reading. He pointed at the door to the side of the room saying, "That way."

"Thanks." Baz said, and he quickly stumbled up and ran through the door, shutting it behind him. The next minute or two were filled with the muffled sounds of Baz screaming as he attempted to piss a cigarette butt out his dick. "GURAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!" He stopped a moment to pant and brace himself, then yelled, "AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!"

Guy sighed, turning over. Then taking the pillow from under his head and placing it on top and holding it tightly to his ears.

John licked his finger and turned a page in his book. "Guy, Baz is awake."

About ten minutes later Baz finally seemed to achieve what he was trying to do in there. The sound of the shower turning on came next and after just four minutes it turned off.

Guy finally woke up, arching his back so his spine cracked. Then he twisted in place a moment and finally came to sit upright against the back of the bed.

Baz opened the door a few minutes later having used one of the towels to dry off. He stood in the doorway completely naked.

Guy looked at him, "Did we have fun last night?"

Baz was smiling. "You know it."

Guy held up his fist and made his ring glow. "You ready for a little aftercare then?"

Baz nodded. "Em hmm."

Guy made a glowing green cock gag which stuffed itself in Baz's mouth and strapped tightly around his head. A Simon Baz-themed sleep sack zipped around him wish boots at the bottom. Rainbow colored laces crisscrossed from his boots up the middle of the sleep sack. His dick and balls stuck out of the flap at the midway point. The rainbow laces tied a knot around Baz's nuts and then the base of his cock, then looped their way on up his chest to the collar around his neck. A Green Lantern-themed sleep mask appeared over Baz's eyes and he was all bundled up for nap time.

Baz bunny hopped his way forward until his knees hit the bed. Then he fell forward into Guy's arms who swiftly flipped onto the bed between himself and John.

Baz hugged his bondage buddy and used his ring energy to make a vibrator which he touched to the end of Baz's penis. "You feeling comfy buddy?"

"Ruh Huh!" Baz uttered.

John looked up from his book at Baz's jiggling penis under the vibrator. "I'm gonna stuff another cigarette in that thing when you're done."

Baz started cumming. Which was a surprise as he wasn't even all the way hard yet.

Guy whispered to him, "You can't use the C word in front of Baz. It makes him horny."

"Right," John said. Then he got out of bed. He left Guy to fool around with Baz some more and went into the bathroom. Hanging on the walls there were two mirrors. John pressed the sides of one and the reflection changed, rippling into a portal showing Ferdinand still bound up and turned to stone in his maze. Things looked normal so he took his finger off it and pressed against the second one. The first mirror went back to being a mirror. The second changed to a viewing portal showing Mister Miracle, still gagged with his mouth and eyes zipped shut and still crying for someone to lift the weight off his dick and balls. The background was all raining fire and brimstone with demons swooping about active volcanoes. John started pissing in the toilet and thought aloud, "Yeah, I might have overdone it with that one."

After having himself a good piss he went down to the summoning room in the House of Mystery. There, a pentagram was already laid out with candles and other ingredients. John knelt and started the summoning. He entered a trance where time no longer existed for him. Though he was only chanting for five minutes it always felt longer for him.

Fire erupted from the center of the pentagram not long after and Mister Miracle appeared bound up before him still sealed in the box with his dick smashed beneath the weight.

John sighed and stretched a moment. He never liked this part of the job.

Mister Miracle seemed remarkably calm, so much so that he might have been asleep. John slapped him on the cheek a bit. Sure enough, he was asleep, "Murmph?" He uttered.

John unzipped his mouth and eyes. "You okay mate?"

"Huh? Who's there?" Miracle asked. Then he looked up at him. "Oh it's you."

John bashfully said, "Yeah, sorry about banishing you to Hell and all that."

"Is that where I was?" Miracle said. "Huh. So that's why the Para-demons sounded different." Then a bit more sternly said, "You know you ruined the big reveal in our act."

John looked at the weight smashing Mister Miracle's dick and balls like a watermelon beneath Galliger's hammer. "Were you going to show the audience what smashed grapes look like?"

"Certainly Not!" Mister Miracle said. And then he stood up with the lid of the iron box still locked around his neck. He was still bound in chains but the locks all snapped open and fell away from his body, followed by the lid which split in two and fell both ways from his neck. Then he took a step out of the box, pulled down his pants, and yelled, "Tah Dah!!"

John winced at first but Mister Miracle's dick and balls were very much in tact. "But how did you?"

"I'm an escape artist." Miracle said. "It's kind of my thing." Then he gestured toward the weight and slab with goo between it. "Stunt penis." Then pointing to the box, "After my first big escape everyone took for granted that Booster had really locked me up inside the thing."

"Oh..." John said. "Someone should tell Red Devil that Stunt Penises are a thing."

Miracle laughed. "I know right!"

Impulse finally did it. He'd finished Kaldur's storage disk and put the last piece in its place. It had taken him hours but there it finally was. The portal reappeared and sticking over Kaldur's face was Red Devil's ass. "RUHHH HUHH HUHHH!!!"

"Kaldur?" Impulse said curiously. Then he used the speed force to free him from his pocket dimension.

Kaldur appeared before him, all bound up still in the alternating hot pink and light pink duct tape. His ankles were still locked in the stockade with his feet still getting tickled, still wagging to pull the rope to tug on his nuts to pull his cock in front of the laser that triggered the cock flogger to spin around and whip his dick. But now Red Devil was sitting on his face smiling happily at Impulse. "Hi." He said.

"Eddie!?" Impulse said. Then he zoomed over and shut off the cock flogger and tickling machine.

Kaldur's feet and head both fell limp.

"Get off him!" Impulse said.

Red Devil got up and stepped away. "I think I broke him."

Impulse checked for a heartbeat. "Nope, he's still alive. Just passed out from all the stimuli finally stopping."

"Ohh okay." Red Devil said, and then he screamed out, "AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! Oh fucking god!!!" Then he ran out of the room shouting, "Stop Stop Stop!!!"

Red Devil ran all through the base until he came to the kitchen where Superboy was cleaning out Bitch Boy's food bowl. "Huh?"

Red Devil came running up to him. "Oh My God! Don't use the Brillow Pad!"

Superboy just stared at him blankly and put the ball of steel scrubbing wire down. "Oh you think it will scratch the metal. I was going to use a sponge but-"

"YES!!!" Red Devil shouted. "Please, just please don't use anything abrasive!" Then he stormed off.

Superboy switched to the sponge. "Huh, since when is that guy a stickler for cleaning methods?"

Kid Flash came walking into the room, holding his second-place trophy.

"Hay, hay, there he is," Superboy said.

Red Robin came in holding a hand cart. On it were two suitcases with Nightwing and Red Arrow bound up in duct tape inside of except for their dicks and balls, which stuck out between the zippers in the front. "MURMPH!!! MURMPH!!!"

"We're home," Tim said.

Kid Flash sighed and gave Nightwing and Red Arrow's dicks a flick. "Well it's good to be home." Then looking around he asked, "Hay where's Blue Beetle and Impulse?"

Red Devil pointed. "They're down the hall."

Red Arrow zoomed there. In an instant he came in almost tripping over Kaldur. "Woah! Kaldur you shouldn't lay there." He said stepping over him.

Kaldur seemed barely conscious. "emmm?" Then shut his eyes again.

Impulse turned in his seat and waved, "Yah Wally!"

"Impulse! You won man! I'm proud of you." Kid Flash said. "But where's Blue at?"

Impulse grinned. "Oh, I'm sitting on him."

Sure enough, he was. Though, Blue Beetle's eyes and gagged mouth were upside down and at the bottom of the armored blue ball Impulse was sitting on.

"Wait?" Kid Flash asked, "Where's his penis?"

Impulse leaned from side to side. "Oh, it's someplace warm."

"Emmmmmm." Blue Beetle uttered.

Chapter 10

On the following day, Kaldur was showered and dressed again in his orange and green uniform. His exceptionally large cock had some marks on it but surprisingly little bruising. The magic of the storage disk and preserving powers of the pocket dimensions had largely protected him from the long-term effects of getting flogged in the dick for nineteen hours. His nuts were still stretched out and swollen from being turned into a set of low hangers too but that might heal given time. He said his goodbyes and returned to Atlantis.

There he walked down the long hallway of stone Atlantian men wrapped in bandages with their dicks out. He came to the great hall that led into the throne room. As he turned to go in though he thought he heard the ZETA tube activated again. "hmmm?"

Guards near him though were already ushering him in. Aquaman sat on his throne with Goliath and Damian standing up on the platform behind him.

Kaldur came right inside and gulped as Damian ordered Goliath into a spin. He could see Garth still bound and gagged and sealed in his storage disk hanging as Goliath's butt hole cozy. He was not liking what was probably about to happen next.

"Ohh Kaldur you've returned to us." Aquaman said.

Kaldur stood front and center among the ring of guards and bowed to Aquaman. "Yes my king, I am back from helping the surface dwellers."

"And did your mission go well?" Aquaman asked.

There was the sudden sound of a speedster zooming into the room and cutting Kaldur off from speaking. "Go Well!?" Kid Flash said holding up the second-place trophy. "We came in second place!"

"Oh?" Aquaman said.

"Uhhhh yes," Kaldur said, "I was needed for a talent show. And-"

"Talent show?" Damian scoffed. "Well we got to see this then."

"Well!" Kid Flash said zooming off and back again. "First I gagged Kaldur's mouth full of socks! Then..."

Kaldur had already been stripped naked, his mouth gagged full of socks, and then mummified in alternating hot pink and light pink duct tape again. An instant later he was laying on the ground with his ankles locked in a stockade and his big toes tied to his nuts. He was wide eyed and shaking his head at Impulse, "EMMMM EMMMM!!! EMMMM EMMMMMM!!!!" But Impulse had already placed the cock flogger and was standing over him holding the storage disk.

Kaldur was sealed up inside again and then the straps finally hit his dick. "EMMMMMMMMMMMM HMM HMM HMMM!!!"

Kid Flash held him up for all to see. "Now I just need a hammer, a fishbowl and a chisel. Be right back." He said tossing Kaldur's storage dick high up into the air spinning.

"EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!" Kaldur cried out mid spin.

Guards motioned forth to try and catch him, but Kid Flash had zoomed back now with a small table in front of him with all the items he said he needed on it. He raised a hand up and caught Kaldur then placed him on the table.

Kaldur was still wide-eyed and shaking his head on the other side of the portal. "EMMMM EMMMM!!! EMMMMM EMMMMMMMM!!!"

Hammer and chisel in hand, BANG!!! Kaldur's storage disk split right in two.

There was an audible gasp given the crowd was made up of Atlantean guards who knew he would be trapped in that predicament getting his dick flogged and feet tickled forever. But then Kid Flash seemed to do the impossible and put Kaldur's storage disk back together.

He held it up for all to see and there was another audible gasp of amazement as this had very rarely ever been done.

"And now to dice him up even more!" Kid Flash said.

Kaldur was shaking his head, "EMMM EMMMM!!! EMMMM EMMMMMMM!!!"

The Guards and even Aquaman all looked as though they were going to tell him to stop, but Kid Flash was too quick for them. He swiftly diced up Kaldur's storage disk into tiny pebbles and placed them all in the fishbowl with a tiny plastic castle in it. "Ta-Dah!!!" Kid Flash said, holding him up.

Aquaman nodded, "Yes that is most impressive."

Kid Flash went on saying, "And now to put him back together." His hands zoomed at a blurring speed and slowly Kaldur's storage disk was reforming on the table before everyone's very eyes.

Damian chimed in, "And after he's back together we can finally relieve Garth from butt-hole cozy duty."

"MURMPH!?" Garth uttered from his storage disk which was still hanging over Goliath's ass. He was clearly excited he might be let out.

"Sure," Kid Flash said as he finished gluing the last piece of Kaldur's storage disk back together. Kaldur's portal blipped back into existence just as he asked, "You want me to free him first and turn off the cock flogger?"

"Nah," Damain said, shrugging. "That's all right. We can take it from here."

Kaldur's eyes were wide again. He shook his head. "EMMM EMMMM!!! EMMMM EMMMM!!!" Then the sound of his dick getting flogged, SMACK! He winced, crying, "EMMMMMMM HMM HMM!!!!"

Kid Flash handed him over, and he was traded for Garth, who was promptly let out of his storage disk.

They turned the foot tickler off for Garth and freed his ankles from the stockade. He was then stood up looking relieved and bowing.

Aquaman said, "Garth you can be with the surface dwellers if you like again."

Garth was ungagged. "Guahh..." He stretched his jaw out some, "Thank you sire." And then, "MURMPH!!!"

Kid Flash gagged him again, "Mehhh, one Atlantian is as good as another." Then he zoomed off carrying Garth with him.

Damian slid Kaldur's storage disk into the metal ring casing which held him in place hanging from Goliath's tail.

"EMMMMMM HMM HMM HMM!!!" Kaldur cried out, having gotten his dick smacked again.

Damian flipped it around and told him, "Butt Hole Cozies don't make noise. One more outburst like that and it's back to the fishbowl with you. Got it?"

"Ruh Huh." Kaldur nodded obediently.

There was the sound of his dick getting smacked again a few moments later. Kaldur winced and fought the urge to cry out.

With no sign of Booster Gold or his Time Sphere, Nightwing started a city-wide search for Duke Thomas and Static Shock. Neither had reported back to the Titans Cave, the Batcave, or their family homes. A more detailed search of the city was being made.

It was Sunday night, two days after the talent show. Red Arrow came walking into the men's room. His eyes narrowed as he checked behind the door, then under the sinks, then he walked forward and keenly eyed the stalls at the end. He was able to open both doors revealing them both to be empty.

He sighed, saying, "Didn't think so."

Static Shock and Duke Thomas were still in urinal cake mode, their vocal cords still gummed up so they couldn't make a peep. It was just them realizing whose voice that was as they had their rubber dicks down their throats. And then heard the all too familiar sound of someone unzipping their pants.

Red Arrow had whipped his dick out and started pissing down on Static Shock's urinal cake.

Nightwing called him via a communicator. "This is Nightwing. Nothing at the Oblivan Bar. Damian anything from above?"

Soaring high above Gotham City, Damian was on Goliath's back peering down at the city with special binoculars keyed into Static Shock's electrical signature. It was also used to locate loose connections with power lines as it made normally invisible sparking bright and luminescent.

"This is Damian, nothing on the East side, heading to the west, over." He said.

Goliath flapped his wings and shifted their direction. Hanging off his tail, Kaldur's wide-eyed bound up face could be seen peering out of his storage disk. "EMMM EMMMM!!! EMMM EMMMMM!!!" He cried. It wasn't the fantastic heights that had him crying out though. It was the fact he'd just watched part of his storage disk flake off and falling to the city streets below. The glue hadn't fully set and pieces were slowly coming loose. "EMMM EMMM!!! EMMMMM EMMMMMM!!!" He cried out trying to get Damian's attention, but he either couldn't hear him or chose to ignore him.

Red Arrow had just finished pissing. "This is Red Arrow, checking in. I'm at the theater where they were last seen, nothing to report, over." He said, whipping his dick back in his pants and pulling the flusher chain.

Static Shock's nuts got smacked by the paddle. He winced, unable to make a sound. He heard Red Arrow leave and knelt there, swallowing piss, and feeling his nuts swing around.

By the end of the day, Static Shock and Duke Thomas's urinal cakes were slightly worn down. By the end of the week, their names were barely readable. By the next weekend, there was no making out the symbols and the whole top layer had been eroded away. By the end of the following week, they were half as thick. And by the fourth week, they were looking wafer-thin.

Booster Gold came in at the end of the night, whistling casually. He stopped and turned to the urinals a moment. Then he tapped away at a few keys on his wrist control. He stood swaying in place for a few minutes then pulled both of their pull chains saying, "Good morning boys. You two still with me?"

The paddles started smacking Static and Duke's nuts. "EMMMMMM EMMMMM!!!" They both started grunting. Their vocal cords were no longer gummed up. Both would have said more but they both still had their rubber dicks in their mouths.

Booster Gold pulled a rubber glove over his actual gold gloves and carefully removed the plastic grates from each urinal. He frowned, "Guahhh. Looks like I got here just in time. One more piss and I don't think either of you would have made it."

He tapped a few more buttons on his wrist control. Suddenly Duke and Static's urinals cakes sprang to life. First by lifting out of the drains and them leaping out onto the floor. They were so thin and cracker-like it looked as though they could break in half at any minute. Instead though they expanded out greatly, inflating back to the size of Duke and Static in the kneeling position with their arms behind their backs. There was an internal light bursting from each of their rubber suits as they form and both Duke and Static were once again free of their storage disks.

"EMMM EMMMMM EMMMMM!!!" Duke and Static started barking like trained seals. Their eyes opened wide and glad to see someone in the flesh standing before them, even if it was Booster.

Booster Gold smiled, "Relax relax I'm going to get you two free in a jiff. I just hope you two have learned your lesson."

Both Duke and Static glanced at one another. Lesson?

Over the next few minutes Booster controlled both of their bodies into standing up right, turning to aim their dicks down into the urinals and then allowing them to piss their brains out once their dicks were back in the right place. Booster then tapped away at the controls and all of the golden goo melted off all of their bodies except for the ball stretchers. It had come out of their mouths fully, they were no longer being fucked, they could move their arms again. The nut stretching was the only part he kept on them.

Like a total creep, Booster Gold stood there watching them pee down into the urinals. "Any time you'd like to apologize I'm all ears guys."

"Apologize?" Duke said. "Man, what the fuck do you think we did to you?"

Booster Gold looked stern for once. "Oh like you two really don't know? Like a month and a half ago the two of you jumped me in the alleyway behind the theater!"

Duke and Static looked at each other. They had finally finished pissing and exchanged a knowing nod. Static charged up, "Man fuck this!" And he blasted the control panel right off Booster's arm.

"Woah!" Booster Gold shouted, his wrist control device was now on fire. Duke and Static turned to chase him. He dashed out into the lobby tapping at his wrist control device.

Flame retardant foam sprayed inside it to douse the flames and then a robotic voice said, "Self Repair Mode activated."

Static and Duke dashed out into the lobby, shocking the hell out of the people who had just finished watching a production of "Hairspray" several of whom had gotten dressed and worn wigs in a show of fandom and support. Women shrieked at the two naked black men running through the lobby after Booster Gold.

Booster had dashed backstage and was heading right for the exit.

Static Shock fired off another bolt of electricity causing a fire extinguisher to explode and zapping Booster right on the ass. "GUAHHHH!!!"

Booster fell out the backfire exit. He rushed down the alleyway behind the theater then it dawned on. "Oh shit!!!" He said.

Out at the street, Ted Cord had just gotten out of a car with his past self. Ted was saying, "Remembering my birthday this is so unlike you."

Booster Gold leaped into the dumpster which was very much full of trash just as his past self got out of the car, and Duke and Static got out the exit saying, "There he is!"

Booster Gold's past self had Ted Cord in his arm. "My secret is every time you tell me when your birthday is I just hop in the time sphere and travel to that time so I don't forget."

Ted and Booster Gold laughed, and then someone shouted. "Clock Him!"

Duke Thomas and Static Shock both jumped and beat the shit out of Booster Gold, throwing Ted Cord to the wall. Ted got in on it trying to punch Duke off his boyfriend but Duke was trained by Batman and swiftly beat the shit out of the 40-something-year-old until he was down on the ground clutching his chest.

From his dumpster, the Booster Gold they had been chasing lifted the lid a little to watch his past self, got most of his teeth kicked out of his head, and be left bloodied and bleeding and half dead in the alleyway behind the theater. 'Oh shit,' he thought, realizing he's been the cause of his own ass-kicking.

Past Booster Gold and Ted Cord were both unconscious and laying on the ground.

Duke and Static Shock both pissed all over past Booster and stood there embracing one another. Their embrace was interrupted though by a robotic voice coming from the dumpster, "Repair Mode Finished."

"The fuck?" Static said.

Slowly and bashfully, Booster Gold stood up, covered in garbage. "Uhhh Hi..." He said, his fingers over the controls. "So don't freak out, but-"

Duke and Static moved to run and get him. "Fucking Get Him!!!" They yelled.

In a panic, Booster pushed the controls and fell back into the dumpster, cowering beneath the lid again.

Outside he heard them struggling, "What!? No!? Not again!? MURMPH!!!"

When he realized he was not going to get a beat down, and also Static could fry the hell out of him inside a metal dumpster, he pushed the lid off just in time to see Duke and Static formed back into gold urinal cakes, their gold penises sliding back down their throats between the O rings in their mouths.

"EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!" "EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!" The two golden urinal pucks cried out

Booster Gold stepped out and dusted himself off. Then he picked up Duke and Static's urinal cakes off the ground. "So as I was trying to say. I realized I might have been the reason you two beat the hell out of my past self because I forgot that I already traveled to this time for Ted's birthday which I almost forgot but didn't."

"EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM EMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!" Duke and Static cried out angrily.

"So," Booster went on saying. "I know what I did to you guys was wrong but there has to be a way to make it right that doesn't involve you two kicking my ass because that's already happened and regrowing teeth is a fairly painful process. So how can I make this up to you guys?"

"EMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM EMMMMMMMMMMMM!!!!" Duke and Static cried out angrily.

Booster Gold sighed. "All right, you two are clearly pissed off so why don't you two take another week or two in the urinals to cool off. And we'll forget this ever happened. I'll even gum up those vocal cords for you." He said tapping some more buttons.

Obediently, Duke and Static's urinal cakes both stood up on their sides and leaped out of his hand. There they rolled down the alleyway and back into the theater, crying, "EMMMM EMMMMMMM!!! EMMMMMM EMMMMMMM!!! EMMMM EMMMMMMMM!!!" Until they couldn't anymore.

Their urinal cakes were fully formed, good as new again with the text of their names and the symbols they wore fully visible. Surprisingly, no one noticed the two of them rolling through the backstage area, out through the lobby, into the men's room again, and leaping up into their urinals where they plopped down in the drains, name side up, right where they had been before.

Two men came in and pissed them. They finished up at roughly the same time and both pulled down on the pull chains.

Duke and Static both got a familiar paddling to their nuts and had gone wide-eyed wanting to cry out from the pain, but couldn't. They were both in for another week or two of being forced down on their knees getting fucked up the ass, pissing down their own throats, and feeling their nuts swinging to and fro together.

The End