Deadpool gives his BIG DICK to Beast Boy part 2
Beast Boy awakened in a cold sweat, his heart pounding in his chest. The dream of Deadpool’s massive manhood still fresh in his mind, the green Teen Titan tossed and turned, unable to shake the vivid images. He glanced at the clock – only 3 o’clock. Too late to get back to sleep.
With a sigh, Beast Boy swung his legs over the side of the bed and padded over to the window. He gazed out at the dark city streets, the neon signs casting eerie shadows. A faint smirk played at the corners of his mouth. He still couldn’t believe Deadpool’s audacious proposition. The buff bastard actually thought Beast Boy would fall for such a crass, over-the-top come-on. As if!
Shaking his head, Beast Boy turned away from the window…only to stop dead in his tracks. His eyes widened in disbelief. Sitting on his desk was a small, flat package, a conservative silver bow perched atop it. His name was scrawled across a small gift tag in bright red marker: “Beast Boy”.
With trembling fingers, the Teen Titan plucked the box off the desk and tore into the wrapping. Inside was a plush box, emblazoned with adult store logos. Beast Boy braced himself and opened the box…reveling a shimmering gold anal plug the size of his thumb. Oh god. Deadpool had actually done it.
Beast Boy brought the plug to his nose, inhaling deeply. His scent, of course. The merc had thought of everything. A complex tangle of emotions knotted in his stomach – anger, disbelief, embarrassment… and was that a hint of arousal? Beast Boy shoved the offending object back in the box and tossed it aside.
He paced around his bedroom, wrestling demons and dragons. What was taking so long? What was he waiting for? Without realizing it, he found himself stehen in font of a full-length mirror. He looked himself over critically, unable to suppress a flush of self-satisfaction. He was stacked, through and through. Hard abs, bulging biceps, a tight, toned ass that wouldn’t quit. Beast Boy wasn’t one to brag, but yeah. He’ll take second best to no one.
Including Deadpool. Swallowing a thick lump in his throat, Beast Boy sashayed over to the desk and extracted the golden anal plug once more. He has to admit, it was undeniably sexy. He wondered… just how good would it feel, stuffing his button…? Would it unlock a whole new level of pleasure, never even dreamed of…?
Beast Boy shimmied out of his boxers and arranged himself on the bed in a spread eagle, the plug clutched tight in one fist. He had to do this. He had to see. With a deep breath, Beast Boy reached back and spread his cheeks, applying the cool metal to his twitching pucker. He circled the rim slowly, gradually working up the nerve.
Beast Boy slammed the plug home in one bold stroke, crying out as it forged a searing path through his unyielding flesh. His back arched off the bed, mouth dropping open in a mute scream. He was pinned on its unrelenting girth, unbearably full. And yet, somehow, absolutely ravenous for more.
Dizzy with sensation, Beast Boy rolled his hips, reveling in the foreign drag of the stiff plug grazing his tender walls. He squeezed it snug inside him, every subtle movement ramping up the fire in his loins. He couldn’t take it anymore. Fury rose within him and he thrashed on the bed like a man possessed. Storming into the bathroom, Beast Boy flipped on the light and faced himself in the mirror.
His pupils were blown, skin flushed, fangs bared in feral snarl. He lowered one hand to paw frantically at his swollen dick, the other groping and kneading his asscheeks. The clenching plug only intensified his frenzied rubbing. He had to fuck it. He had to take his meaty pole for a ride pronto, before he exploded.
Beast Boy propped one knee on the counter, spreading his muscular thighs. His thick shaft bobbed before him, purpled and leaking. He rounded his backside to the mirror and pulled apart his rippling buttocks. The shining golden plug winked at him from between his cheeks, daring him to take the plunge,
With a broken moan, Beast Boy pressed a spit-slick finger inside his clutching rim. Who needed lube when he was this juicy? He wormed it alongside the plug, rubbing his throbbing prostate through the thin veil of tissue. Once. Twice. Three glorious times. Beast Boy couldn’t hold back anymore. Withdrawing his finger, he pounced on his aching cock, frigging himself ruthlessly.
The merc had unleashed a ravenous beast, and the Teen Titan would show no mercy in riding out his golden cock train. Plunging deep, over and over, Beast Boy met each furious thrust with a keening wail, pummeling his own ass into oblivion. The fever in his loins crested to a boiling point and his aching dick erupted, splattering the mirror in glimmering green gobs.
“Yes! Yes! Fucking hell yes!” Beast Boy howled, his hips punching forward to milk out every last drop. His toned stomach rippled with each rhythmic spasm. He collapsed against the counter, boneless and utterly spent. As the final tremors faded away, a slow smile spread across his cock-splattered face.
He’d won this round. But the second Deadpool showed his face, it was on like Donkey Kong. The Teen Titan’s sights were set on that massive, mouth- watering piece, and he’d be damned if he didn’t get a taste. Or thirty. Flipping off the lights, Beast Boy sauntered back to bed, golden plug still snug inside him, a man deeply pleased. Next time Deadpool stopped by to play with Beast Boy, things would be different. Beast Boy would be the one doing the rocking and rolling… and the merc would be the one begging for mercy, the emerald green monster riding him into next weekend. And if Beast Boy’s next dream round with Deadpool’s tumescent tentpole was any indication, that day would be coming sooner rather than later…
