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The content in this chapter is VERY graphic and traumatizing. If you don't like rape, humiliation, sounding, slash, torture, body modification, and pain, among other things, PLEASE do not read this. Not only because I don't want to get angry reviews from people who did not head my warning, but also because I know what it's like to read something I can't handle, it's no fun. So just find something else that is more to your taste and leave this one alone.

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It's contradictory to call a superhero a troublemaker, but that's what Flash was, a troublemaker. A better way to explain it is: he got himself in trouble easily. His bull headed careless methods, though sometimes effective, landed the hero in a situation that was difficult to escape.

The Flash couldn't remember how he'd gotten there, but he awoke in a dimly lit room, surrounded by dimly lit faces. Although, the low light was more than enough to catch the needle that was pushed smoothly into the side of his neck. The hero hissed and fully awoke at that point, finally noticing the camera on his right side propped up on a tripod.

He jolted suddenly as he tested the binds around his wrists and ankles. The speedster shifted his wrists quickly to escape the bonds, only it didn't work. They started off just fine, and then lazily began to flop around. He couldn't control his molecules like he usually could.

This was bad for the Flash. He panicked and tried to sit up, but even his spine had become mush.

The room spun before him as he struggled, and finally he gave up, taking to examining the men instead.

"Flash!" He heard. He knew that voice.

"Supes! What's going on?" the man in red looked around the small room as the men laughed. Superman wasn't there, his voice didn't sound like it was there. It was coming from his earpiece, and it was faint.

The speedster looked over at a small nightstand beside the bed he was strapped to.

"Flash, we're—"

"Supes! Where are you?"

"We're trying to locate your communicator, it shouldn't take too long."

"Bats?" Flash said, straining to turn more towards the earpiece.

"You can't get out of there can you." Batman sounded so hopeless. "it must have been what they injected you with, a repressor of some kind."

The man standing closest to the bed laughed, he had short brown hair.. He walked slowly from the left, around the foot of the bed and over towards the nightstand. "no don't." Flash said before he could stop himself.

"Nope, I'm juuuust checking the resolution." The man began fiddling with the camera, he zoomed in on the hero and focused. "Goooood, good." He smiled.

"What's that for?" Flash asked.

"So your friends can see." He smiled, making his way back to the bed. "And for our fans."

"What fans?" Superman asked.

One of the men approached the left side of the bed, a blonde. He leaned over the flash as his fingers felt across the spandex hem. "Our online fans."

"Flash, they're traffickers." Batman said, and he could hear the quick typing of a keyboard.

"Can you guys see me?" Flash sounded mortified, considering that his pants were slowly being pulled down.

The man stopped just above his public line, chuckling "He's a ginger." The man said, ruffling his fingers in the red curly hairs. "It's nice and tidy down here, do you keep it this way?" The man mused.

Flash gasped as the very base of his cock was brushed lightly.

"Hm, it made you much more sensitive than I thought it would." The brunet noted. "We might've given him too much."

"Given me what?" Flash asked concerned.

"A drug, it'll make you enjoy this." The blonde chuckled

Enjoy what?

As if to make a point, the blonde firmly grinded the palm of his hand against Flash's cock, earning a surprised moan from the speedster.

Flash recovered quickly and shot an embarrassed look at the camera. "Turn it off!" He demanded. The men only laughed.

Again, his body spasmed, trying to free himself form the bindings, trying to get loose so that he could escape, but his limbs felt like jelly.

"Careful now, you'll tire out before the fun begins." The brunet laughed. He reached up to Flash's bindings and undid them, freeing the man's wrists.

Flash moved, which only earned him a bump on the head from the nightstand. None of his limbs were functioning right. The blonde laughed and moved to stand on all fours over Flash.

He was completely trapped, and with no means of fighting back it seemed. The man's knee nestled up between the hero's legs and rubbed in against his groin. Flash moaned. The other man, with black hair moved in finally, he sat himself next to Flash, pulling his torso into his lap to cradle him while the blonde went to work with his hand, rubbing the quickly hardening mound of flesh covered in spandex.

"Rub his ass." The black haired man suggested, a content smile forming on his lips.

The blonde indulged the other and lifted Flash's legs up a bit. His fingers sought out the tiny puckered hole and began massaging the muscle through his spandex. The hero bit his lip, fighting the black haired man's arms as they slid down his chest and back up. His eyes rolled back as he was prodded and he moaned.

"Huh. He likes it." The brunet noted, taking his place behind the camera so that he could zoom in a little.

"So, Justice League, did you know that one of your colleagues enjoyed this sort of treatment."

"His personal lifestyle doesn't matter to us." Green Lantern's voice growled over the loud earpiece, Flash could here a rustling sound and imagined someone trying to get him away from the mic. "Don't you dare reveal—" His threat was cut short.

"Oh we won't, our market would end if we did. Our viewers want to see superheroes violated, not the people behind the masks." The blonde chuckled.

He finally pulled the spandex down to mid thigh, revealing Flash completely to the camera and the many viewers behind it, they must've taken his cup out already. "How on earth do you avoid chafing with this monster?" He joked, leaning down and running his tongue over the velvety tip.

Flash moaned, trying to hide his face from the camera, but the brunet followed him, and the black haired man did what he could to keep Flash's face mostly in view.

He didn't know what would have been worse, outrage coming from his earpiece, or silence. None of his fellow Justice League members said anything. He fought to turn his head from view, but what he found was the weeping tip of a cock pressed to his lips. Flash stared at it for a moment, his face heating up and shivering as the black haired man brushed a hand down his neck, a sensitive sweet spot for him.

"Please stop this!" He heard finally. Wonder woman.

Something told him this wouldn't end easily, so he pressed the flat of his tongue over the man's cock. At least he'd bathed. He hoped the others were like this. He could smell the fresh scent of soap wafting from the man's groin, he kept his pubes trimmed short and few just like Flash, so he indulged, willingly for the most part, in tasting the length.

Flash moaned around it as he sucked in what he could, letting it slip passed the back of his throat. "Ohhh, he's good." The man moaned, his hips bucking into the hero's mouth.

He placed a firm hand on Flash's head and helped him to bob on and off of his erection, bucking slowly into him too.

The blonde one between Flash's legs had him as deep as Flash had the other in his mouth, although he also had two fingers deep in the hero's ass, prodding and scissoring. He was searching.

Please no…. Flash thought. He didn't want him to find his prostate. He didn't want the others to see him like that.

Just as he was hoping against all odds, a series of white lights flashed before his eyes and he arched sharply on the bed, gripping the sheets in each fist.

"Flash!" Wonder Woman gasped. She'd never seen a man's prostate prodded like that. Naturally she would think he was in pain, right? On the contrary, the man moaned loudly around the cock in his mouth. He let it slip from his lips and gasped.

"Found it." The blonde said, and continue.

"Good." The brunet smiled, setting up the camera to stand still for them so that he could join the fun.

The other two removed themselves from the bed. There was a moment of preparations going on, for what Flash had no clue. He was left panting on the bed, writhing. It became apparent to him at that point that the blonde had shoved more than just two fingers inside him. Flash's whole body was heating up, and he was growing more and more languid with each movement.

The hero managed to roll on his side and began to crawl to the edge of the bed. "Hey now, you'll only hurt yourself again. Here." The blonde had come back to his side and was offering him a drink.

Flash shook his head. "It's just water, nothing in it, you have enough drugs in your system, we don't want to have our main star OD on us." He joked softly, propping Flash's head up so he could drain the glass slowly, spilling a little on the bedspread.

"At least they're keeping him hydrated." He heard John's voice over the earpiece.

"At least? Look at what they're doing!" Shayira growled back at him.

The brunet joined the blonde and held a flashlight up to the hero's eyes, checking his pupils. "Juust making sure." He smiled, and then finished by straightening the Flash's mask a little, tucking a few locks of red hair back under.

The black haired man placed a few select items and containers on the bed and then pulled Flash's legs carefully so that the hero was on his stomach. From there, he pulled his hips up into the air, getting Flash to place his knees on the bed, presenting his rear to the camera.

The look on his face had become apathetic, and he moaned again when a hand caressed the entire length from his anus down to the tip of his cock and then back up.

A finger and thumb returned to the puckered muscle and pried it open a bit. Instinctively, he clenched.

"Well, I'd say he's done this before. In fact, I'd say he's a natural. This doesn't hurt you at all, does it." The black haired man cooed softly. "Who's the lucky guy?" He joked, and pressed a dildo an inch thick in diameter into the hero's ass, pushing it in until he earned a loud groan from him.

The blonde beside him was stroking his shoulders and back with one hand, and his own groin with the other. The Flash made eye contract with the man who smiled down at him. All he could do was shut his eyes closed tightly.

The repeated slow thrust brought a series of moans from Flash's mouth, leaning back against the toy, his hips rocking slowly.

"Flash, are you ok?" He heard the uncomfortable concern evident in Superman's voice. The hero didn't answer, he turned his head away from the camera, only to have it forced back. The blonde turned him towards the camera a bit more as well and while he was doing this, he'd freed his own erection and let the wet tip rub against Flash's chin.

"Flash… you don't have to." Superman encouraged him to resist.

"Well, of course he doesn't have to, but that would only make things harder on him." The brunet laughed after a moment at his own pun.

He looked at the blonde who nodded, giving Flash's concerned friends an example by violently forcing his tip against Flash's mouth and deep into the back of his throat. The blonde moaned at that point, it was more shock than out of pleasure. "That was… he is used to this!" he pointed out to his companions. They all closed in on the hero.

The blonde's cock pushed passed Flash's throat. For someone who hadn't known what was coming, he had no reaction to it, he didn't gag, he hadn't grimaced. "Flash." The brunet came around with the camera, like an interview while the blonde slowly began to thrust in and out of Flash's mouth. "Do you enjoy sucking cocks?" He asked, wiping a little drool from the hero's mouth.

He didn't respond. The man hadn't expected him to, but he had plenty of time to toy with him. The black haired man removed the dildo completely, earning a disappointed sigh from him but rewarded the Flash with his tongue pressing softly against the puckered -hole.

Wally's back straightened a bit and he shivered, moaning around the cock in his throat. He shut his eyes tightly and then let them roll back a bit, his thighs tightening. They were spread apart so he kept trying to squeeze himself between them.

"We're neglecting him." the brunet sympathized with the hero, and tried to stroke him slowly while at the same time work the camera.

"Well he's just going to have to wait, hold the camera straight damnit." The Blonde pushed his companion's hand away from Wally.

While they were enjoying themselves, Wally began to wonder what the league was doing, were they just sitting there watching?

That thought was gone when he felt the black haired man pull away from him, and then return with something else, it was much thicker than the dildo. "Sit him up." He told the blonde, who protested slightly, since he had to remove himself from Flash's mouth, but did so anyway.

Flash was helped up by the blonde, and shivered when he decided to relieve him a bit, his hand smoothing over Wally's cock and then closing around it tightly.

The flash couldn't do much, he just moaned, letting his head rest against the blonde's collar bone. Behind him, the black haired man took his hips and turned them a bit so that Wally's butt stuck out, and then rubbed the tip of his cock between the hero's butt cheeks.

"Oh Hera, no—"

"Diana, go." Batman growled over the earpiece. He couldn't imagine that the Amazonian princess was a regular on most gay porn sites.

"Bats… hurry up." Wally sounded utterly broken. He wanted out of there, but then when that cock pushed inside him, he moaned and somehow, he wanted more of this.

"I'm almost there, Flash. Hang on." Batman sounded like he was trying to drown out the sound of Wally's voice, thick, wanton. It was the drug. He knew that.

Flash heard the black haired man behind him shudder and the man's hand slid up over his chest, pushing the wrinkled lightning bolt up further while he pushed his lips to Flash's covered ear. "It's so hot, inside you."

"Stop it." Flash said, that was too much. It all was too much, but he didn't want to hear it. And while the man began to rock in and out of him slowly, he fought hard not to let the building moan slip out.

"Hold him." The blonde ordered, and the black haired man's arms wrapped tightly around his torso to hold him in place while he thrusted slowly.

The blonde pressed soft lips against the hero's, his tongue smoothly passing in and over Wally's. With that the hero's head spun a bit, but it was gone soon, and he felt the blonde's lips pressing, instead, over his throbbing tip. A sound moan reverberated through his cock and that time Flash let out a decent moan, loud, needy.

"You guys, I want a turn." The brunet protested, but continued his job as cameraman, giving their viewers a shot of Flash's face right when the black haired man turned him so that he could taste the hero's mouth as well.

"You do like this, don't you. It's not just the drug, this is your kind of thing." The black haired man whispered against his lips.

The hero didn't respond, but the moan he let out was a good enough answer for them.

He felt a pinch on the top of his hand and winced. They'd removed his glove, but it was important. "He's still good." The brunet said, watching the springy reaction of healthy hydrated skin on the top of Flash's hand. "Now let me try." He tried again.

The blonde growled and removed his mouth from the tip, he hadn't even deep throated Flash or anything, he just teased him a bit and now he was leaving.

The Brunet looked excited though, and handed the camera to the blonde as he stepped down off the bed, his cock hanging out of his pants. The brunet was the same and quickly clambered onto the bed, using the head board behind him to steady himself as he stood up.

He wasn't going to relieve Flash, even though he was complaining about their neglect of him earlier. Instead, he stood up tall and let the tip of his erection rub against Flash's lips. The hero obliged, after all, they would make it harder on him if he didn't.

He took the length in his mouth in one fell swoop, all the way, back down his throat. The man almost fell over with that, gasping in shock.

The black haired man sped up, angling himself more so that he hit Flash's prostate, which gave the brunet a good moan that ran through his length. Flash was panting, his hand gripping onto the arms around him simply for something to hold onto. He wasn't falling over, he just couldn't handle the sensation.

"I think he's close." The blonde smiled, zooming in on Flash's face. They all continued on slightly faster in anticipation, bringing Flash much closer, much more quickly.

The hero's body spasmed slightly and one arm reached back around the black haired man's neck as he let the brunet slip from his mouth.

"no, please." He gasped suddenly. "please don't…" he pleaded, but the men only drew in closer, wanting to see it. The brunet quickly dropped down, and took the hero into his mouth. That pushed him over the edge.

Wally let a loud cry out and the man's mouth below him was filled quickly, some hero cum dribbling down over his chin. The hero's power couldn't be suppressed by the drugs in a time of climax it seemed. The Flash had quick jolts of convulsions from his orgasm. The men only stared in wonderment.

"Well that's inconvenient… Wouldn't that give him away?" The blonde commented out loud.

The black haired man wasn't finished, but the quick spasm of strong muscle around him did the trick. He shuddered surprised and bit into the hero's shoulder, emptying himself inside.

"He's… his…." He tried.

The brunet wiped his chin as he came up, unable to take all of it and watched the scene. "I bet he has to get off with other heroes. Isn't that right Flash?" He commented.

"stop it." the hero gasped, exhausted.

"When was the last time you had sex?" He smirked.

"What are you guys getting at?" The black haired one panted, letting the flash easily back down to the bed to rest while he did the same, propped up on one elbow.

"He couldn't have those kinds of orgasms with a normal person without them figuring out who he is." The blonde reasoned.

"Flash can't have sex." The brunet teased.

"Unless he's shagging batman or superman or something."

"What about Green Lantern." The black haired man joined in. "Does Flash like big black cocks?" He grinned.

"Stop it!" John's voice growled over the earpiece.

"You can't, can you." The blonde sounded sympathetic at that, joining the Flash on the bed too and handing the camera to the brunet once more while the hero was rolled over onto his back. "Or you'd be revealed."

"no, I can't…" Flash admitted apathetically. The three of them were all silent for the most part.

"Well I still haven't gotten off, today's you're lucky day, we'll make sure you get off plenty of times." The blonde broke the silence enthusiastically and moved himself to sit between the Flash's legs.

"I'm… I'm still tired." The Flash complained, looking up from the pillow.

"Shhh." The black haired man hushed him, and leaned in for another kiss while the blonde lifted the hero's legs.

Flash protested a moment, but a painful squeeze around the base of his cock stopped him. He was pushed into without haste and the hero moaned once more. "I really am…" he began between kisses. "too tired."

"We know, it'll be fun." The black haired man told him, pulling the bottom of Flash's mask down over his neck so he could actually taste the tender skin underneath. Flash moaned, arching as his prostate was once more prodded gently, and while his neck was licked and nipped at.

The hero's erection quickly returned once more, and jumped with each thrust. "It is good inside him." The blonde admitted, lifting Flash's rear so that it was cradled between his thighs as he began to thrust quickly.

He imagined the league muting the sound as slapping sounds overwhelmed the speakers The hero didn't hold back though. He let his voice respond to each thrust, gripping at the black haired man's arm again, and the sheets clenched tightly in the other hand.

"Here, I didn't get a chance to come." The brunet complained and handed the camera to the black haired man, who didn't want to leave the neck and lips he'd begun to enjoy.

The brunet joined the other two on the bed, lifting his leg over Flash's chest and sitting him up on his elbows. "come on…" the man urged, pressing his cock to Flash's lips. The hero's head sagged back between his shoulders, but was pulled forward violently. "We can change this whole being gentle thing." The man softly reminded him, prying Flash's mouth open and pushing in quickly, grunting.

Flash shivered at the motion. His moans made the brunet moan in return, the blonde leaned close enough to wrap his arms around the brunet's shoulders, planting kisses up the side of the other's neck.

The hero hadn't heard the league in a while, at first he didn't want to know that they were watching, but now he wanted to know that someone was there.

The black haired man sacrificed the camera angles and mounted the tripod to their camera. He kneeled down beside the bed, pulling at the brunet's hips to pull the cock from Flash's mouth.

They both took turns with the other's cock, licking and sucking at the sides. Every now and then the black haired man would pull Flash's face closer to kiss him, stroking the brunet in time with the thrusts of the blonde.

The hero's breathing increased and he pulled his elbows out from under himself, falling back down. "Hey." The brunet growled. The black haired man took the other's cock in his mouth, trying to calm him down while Flash's climax drew nearer.

He threw an arm over his face and let an odd groan out, ending in several gasps. "I can't again…" he shivered. "please…."

The blonde still had his arms around the brunet and had a clear view of the hero. "Does your head hurt?" He asked, his thrusts slowing down.

"it's spinning…" Flash gasped.

"But does it hurt?"

"a… a little." Flash panted, biting at his arm to keep quiet.

"Give him more water after this." The blonde told the other two.

They both left Flash, giving him a little breathing room, and so the blonde continued, faster.

The black haired man returned to the camera, finding more appealing angles while the brunet fetched something that would make this all more interesting.

"This—may—help." The brunet said while going through a bag. He returned to the hero, giving him a good rub before forcefully slipping a ring down over the hero's cock and balls, earning a strangled cry from him.

"You can't- do that when he's like that!" Lantern's voice growled.

"Do what?" Diana asked confused.

"Trust me princess, it's better if you don't know."

"I almost have it." Batman said.

"Uh oh." the blonde laughed. He was close enough. They should have plenty of time for one more round after that.

"I can't… I can't…" Flash started.

"Come? You didn't want to." The blonde groaned, continuing as he leaned down to steal the hero's lips. He kept this up until he gripped tightly at the hero's suit, right at the back of his neck, pulling at his hair.

"Woah." The brunet started, holding his hand over Wally's face while he made sure the mask stayed on. "careful…" he told the other, who shuddered as he came into the hero.

"My turn." The brunet didn't even let the blonde have a moment afterward. The man moved, taking a seat beside Flash while the Brunet lifted his hips up more and this time the hero fought back. He didn't really care what they could do to him anymore.

"Knock it off." The brunet snapped. The man reached behind himself, fishing in his back pocket which was now down around his thighs for a thin shiny pin. He held up the little tool, a sound, and licked the smooth thing through his mouth before taking Flash's cock in hand.

The brunet's thumb teased over the tip of it, it was still coated with a fair amount of cum and he rolled the sound in that a bit before pressing the ball tip against the slit, going slowly for now.

"no…" Flash wined, watching while the blonde kept him from fighting. The sound slipped in finally and he stiffened, biting into his lower lip. The balled tip slid down inside slowly, and was spun until Flash pulled his legs up to cut off access.

"I don't think so." The brunet laughed softly. He pulled the sound out slowly but pushed it back in before it slipped out completely. The hero before him groaned, unconsciously clinging to the blonde's arm.

"Be careful with him." The blonde warned his comrade.

"Why?" the brunet asked, the sound sliding in and out a little more quickly now.

"We don't want to hurt him."

"Are you sure about that?" The black haired man joined in smoothly. "Bite him." He ordered the blonde, zooming in with the camera.

"no don't." Flash warned them, but they only laughed.

The blonde indulged and leaned down over Flash. He nestled his lips up against the side of the hero's neck, pulling the mask aside a bit to do so. He nipped at the sensitive skin first, enjoying the almost completely silent gasps that Flash was making. When he finally bit down on a fair chunk of skin, the hero arched sharply, a thick moan rolling from his throat.

"I think he likes the pain." The black haired man suggested triumphantly.

"I think, you're right." The brunet purred, dragging nails down over Flash's hips. He couldn't wait any longer, and lifted them up enough to nuzzle his tip just inside the tight ring of muscle. Flash gasped as he pushed in slowly, the hero's moans meeting the brunet's.

"I have an idea." The black haired man hummed and handed the camera to the blonde, who reluctantly slid off the bed.

The man returned to the blonde's spot and had a small bag with him. He took the hero's head in his lap and pried his mouth open, examining inside for a moment. The man nodded to himself and opened the bag and pulled out a little syringe. Flash's eyes widened for a moment, but the needle wasn't for what he thought it was.

The shiny pointed tip was held an inch or so from his mouth and sprayed a salty saline solution at his tongue.

"You're serious?" The blonde asked, he sounded concerned.

The black haired man smiled as he nodded, replacing the syringe with a pair of surgical clamps once he had donned a new pair of latex gloves. Flash was expecting the worst, but for now the man only looked at his mouth. He took Flash's tongue between to fingers and examined it, top and bottom.

The hero's tongue slipped from the man's fingers as he jumped. "Hey, hold on a sec." He snapped at the brunet.

The other simply growled and stopped thrusting, he just sat and waited.

The one beside Flash continued, concentrating until finally, he brought the clamps back, and tightened them down on Flash's tongue, dead center. A few more looks on the top and bottom and the man seemed satisfied. He went back to the small bag and pulled something out that Wally couldn't see.

"What the hell!" He heard GL's voice.

"You can't do that!" Batman yelled into the mic.

"Why not?" the black haired man laughed, situating himself on the bed more comfortably. "Now, don't move, or you might hurt yourself." He told the hero in front of him.

"Infection. You're not being—"

"Then don't let him get one." He laughed back at Batman. "Now, Don't. Move." He told their hero, and pushed the hollowed needle up through Flash's tongue, watching the little bit of blood begin to flow.

Wally cried out, he tried not to move, or to jerk his head away. The hero winced as his eyes began to water. His face and groin both heated up simultaneously. He was panting as the black haired man worked quickly to get the bar through his tongue. He fastened the tongue ring tightly with a clean pair of pliers. It would take superman to get the ball off.

While Flash lay panting before the three of them, the black haired man sat back to admire his handy work.

The hero was laying before them, his eyes heavily lidded and the tender tongue protruding from his mouth still. He was too afraid to pull it back in. "Hot…" The man moaned.

He leaned in close to Flash, with a finger pushing his tongue back in, and then followed it by his own tongue.

"Nnngg." Flash wined. It was still tender, the kiss was too much for his slowly swelling tongue to take. On top of that, the brunet began to thrust again. Even though the hero's cock had a restraining ring around the base of it, the brunet was milking it for all it was worth while he had his fun. His thrusts grew deeper and harder as time went on.

"He's really hot inside." He told the blonde.

The cameraman came to Flash's side and felt his forehead. They were keeping an eye on his health, for the most part. He grinned, his hand sliding down the hero's neck and over his pinked chest. "I think he could use some more." He told the black haired man, twisting a nipple and enjoying the moan that was emitted.

The man laughed against Flash's lips. He pulled back to examine the hero more. "Maybe… you think?" He twisted the other, biting his lip in response to Flash's moan.

"Wait, I'm close…" the brunet groaned. He didn't want to have to stop again for them to add more body jewelry.

The black haired man sat up and tore a condom packet that he had. He took himself in one hand and the condom in another and slowly rolled it down over his length. "What's that for?" Flash asked, his speech perfectly fine for someone whose tongue had just been skewered.

"For you." He smiled at the hero.

Flash didn't understand, but that didn't last. The black haired man sat himself up closer to Flash's head and then brushed the tip of his cock against the hero's lips. Flash was reluctant to abide but his lips parted and locked over the man's cock quickly. He sorely rubbed the ball of the tongue ring up under the black haired man's frenum, moaning in unison.

"Ohh, God." The man purred. "That's sooo much better." He stroked the back of Flash's neck gently, beginning to thrust in and out of the hero's throat. The feeling of something rubbing up under his length made him dizzy.

Meanwhile, the brunet lifted one of Flash's legs up over his shoulder, getting a better angle and picking up the pace. He groaned in unison with Flash and bit into the hero's leg while he began to come.

The man's hand fumbled with Flash's cock until it found the pin, beginning to quickly slide it in and out. Flash's body convulsed in reaction and he moaned around the man, that itself almost bringing him off.

The black haired man pulled out from Flash's mouth and took a moment to recompose himself. The blonde wanted another turn, but before that, a new pair of gloves were put on and two cold, alcohol swabs were rubbed over Flash's nipples. The man made quick work of the erect nubs, and skillfully pierced one nipple, much to Flash's horror, and then the other. Admittedly, the hero swooned and rolled his face into a pillow, uttering curses into the cushion while his hips rolled slowly from neglect.

The blonde didn't even let the man clean up before shoving the camera into his hands. He laid his body, now half naked, across the Flash's and took the hero's mouth for himself once more. His thumbs brushed over sensitive sore nubs, enjoying the low whimper, and his hips grinded painfully into Flash's cock, which was more than ready to burst.

The brunet was still between Flash's legs while this went on. He sat back a bit and eyed the blonde's backside until finally stripping his pants down. He was too exhausted from his orgasm to fuck the blonde, but he wouldn't let that stop a good frottage.

The two men leaned into Flash, grinding slowly, kissing and stroking his body. The hero couldn't think straight anymore, he was exhausted, but drawn in by the act itself. It was all so enticing, even though he hadn't wanted any of it at first. The hero was torn between still wanting them to stop, and letting them have their fun.

"Flash, we have it!" Batman exclaimed. He could hear a series of rustling bodies rushing to their jets and the man on the other end of the camera did the same. All three of them jumped up, redressing, cleaning what they could.

Before they all cleared out, the blonde had pushed a parting gift for Flash deep inside him, it rotated violently and nearly brought him off. The dildo was held in by an odd harness that was fitted tightly around his waist.

The man took one last picture for their scrapbook and managed to make a clean get away, for now. Ten minutes later, Superman and GL rushed into the room. Flash was as still as he could be with a gyrating dildo deep in his ass. He had his face turned away from them, it almost seemed like he had it turned as to try and smother himself in the pillow.

Not even ten seconds later, the rest of them all arrived. Why did they all have to see him like that?

Diana gasped loudly and Shayira rushed her from the room, but stayed just outside the door. Batman was the first to approach. He examined the nipple piercings and then forced Wally to look at him so that he could see the hero's tongue. "We need to get these cleaned right away." He growled.

"take it off…" Wally whispered.

"What?" Batman asked.

"The ring…. It hurts…" he wined, hiding his face again. He brought his legs up a bit, just as Batman pulled a small blade from his belt. It was too tight at this point to simply slip off. He carefully cut the outside of the latex ring, and then got a pinky under it to cut it off completely.

Wally instantly moaned, turning his whole body away from them all. What had been building up over the last hour had finally poured out onto the bed, the mixed smell of four men was quickly overpowered by Wally's scent.

He shivered and looked over his shoulder, but still avoided eye contact. "Take it out." He told them. Green Lantern managed to undo the harness with his ring, and then slid the gyrating dildo out and threw it to the floor. That motion was almost enough to make the Flash come again. He bit his lips and brushed his fingers over the pillow. The drug was still in his system, and strong.

"Now what?" Superman asked nervously.

J'onn came forward and brushed his fingers from Wally's forehead and down over his eyes The boy relaxed, and stopped shivering. "He's out."

"That's good, I doubt he enjoyed that attention." GL said.

Superman untucked the sheet on the bed and wrapped it around him. "Let's go." He said remorsefully.

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So. I want this to continue… but I'm not quite sure on how to do that… What do you guys think of including Lex Luther? I'm thinking he's gotten his hands on Nanobots or something, and he's funding the human trafficking market for a nice profit, and therefore that's where his nanos came from… Yes? Mostly I just want an excuse to prolong Flash's "side effects" which may result in the other JL members having to help out. XD Haha! Democracy! (don't know why I said that…)