The Birth of Little Arrow [pt.I]

Oliver Queen had successfully ignored the humiliating condition of his own recalcitrant sex when he'd retreated into memory, but he found himself unable to do so now. His prick was like steel, jutting up between his legs. “Goddammit,” he muttered thickly, as his cock throbbed and ached mightily as the woman he loved got fucked in the ass by this filthy criminal.

Dinah's face twisted into an expression of pain-pleasure as her captor rammed his cock in and out of her ass, the both of them were fully on the bed now and slightly askew so Oliver could see the side of her face as Jason fucked her. She bit her lower lip and shrieked like a madwoman.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" she chanted wildly.

Her ass lurched forward as she buried her face into a pillow. Her asshole clenched around the thick intrusion.

Dinah's body convulsed wildly as an intense orgasm ripped through her luscious body. She twisted her neck and howled up at the ceiling like a wolf in heat. Her sphincter continued to spasm uncontrollably, milking the cock for all its worth.

Oliver's balls throbbed with painful desire at the erotic sight of his beautiful fiance cumming harder than he'd ever witnessed before. His dick jumped and jerked of its own accord, spitting out a thick glob of pre-cum that fell from its tip and to the floor. The hot desire in his loins pulsing and making it difficult to think of anything else other than how awful and how arousing this situation was.

"Fuck yeah," Jason moaned as he continued to anally violate his beautiful superheroine fiance. "That's a good girl. Milk that cock."

And she was milking that cock, collapsed upon her stomach on the bed Dinah was using her arms to brace herself and rock her backside frantically against Jason's hips as he grunted like a wild beast as he railed Dinah. Oliver bit his lip as a fit of jealousy gripped him, causing his face to twist into a mask of rage, dismay, and uncontrollable lust. The desire to just grab his own member and furiously jerk off was incredibly strong and he was equally relieved and frustrated that Hawkgirl's Nth metal cuffs made that impossible. Oliver wasn't sure the way he was straining at his unrelenting bonds was in order to escape or just to gain access to his insistent genitals.

His dick twitched and leaked more fluid out onto the floor of Dinah's bedroom.

The pungent smell of sweat and sex filled the room, as did the sounds of flesh smacking against sweaty skin.

"Oooh, look who's excited!" commented Huntress, noticing the erection Oliver sported, her lips quirking upwards as she approached, wide hips swaying and barely covered in her bikini-like costume bottom, a criss-cross of relatively thin utility belts providing the barest amount of modesty over her mons.

"Oliver, are you enjoying watching your beloved get fucked?"

He didn't give her the satisfaction of an answer and she reached down and teased one fingertip along his ferociously hard, sensitive, cockhead. When she pulled it away, his dick bucked, drawing a chuckle from her.

"Oh yes, I think you are. You're a twisted little boy, aren't you? Getting off on watching your girlfriend get fucked by someone else."

This time when she touched, she ran her finger down his length, smearing the pre that leaked from his tip, and he shuddered, a breathless gasp escaping him.

"Poor little Ollie!" she laughed. "Are you having a tough time? Do you want me to free you so you can touch yourself?"

Calling up some of his usual bravado, he managed to grimly smirk, "I mean, that would be nice. You've all gone to so much trouble to put on a show. It'd be rude not to enjoy it fully." Even if she did release him, he had only the slightest hope that Dinah's window-seat still held his spare bow and quiver and that he'd be able to use that to give himself a fighting chance of getting out of this.

Instead of releasing him, Huntress bent over and sucked the tip of his dick, her lips pursed around the head and shaft. Oliver's eyes went wide and he threw his head back, his thighs exploding outward against the restraints upon his ankles as he flexed upwards. Helena grasped his shaft and held him in place as she used her tongue to play with the slit, then swept over it before she withdrew.

"Aww, poor baby," she said mockingly. "You want to cum so badly. You want me to make you cum so bad, don't you?"

The hell of it was that he really truly did.

Looking past her to the bed all he could see of Dinah and Jason was their genitals smashing together. They'd changed positions. Dinah was on her back and all he could see of her was her ass-cheeks squashed underneath the guy's plunging hips along with her feet flailing in the air past his thighs, the absolutely massive seeming size of his monster cock and balls on display. It was such a hot sight. Dinah moaning and babbling the most perverted shit as her bountiful butt jiggled wildly as Jason pounded his big dick in and out of her tight little asshole. It was embarrassing, but he wanted to jerk off.

Nothing about this situation made sense. The urge to masturbate was so strong - he would've thought that seeing some random bastard fucking his fiance would've disgusted him, no matter how sexy the sight was - but instead, Oliver found himself wanting more than anything to pleasure himself while he watched them, no matter Huntress' and Hawkgirl's mocking presences.

So instead, he watched Dinah and Jason rutting away like dogs in heat on the bed for five, maybe ten minutes as the two moaned and writhed in ecstasy. The sounds of slapping flesh echoed throughout the room along with their throaty gasps of wicked pleasure, Dinah begging Jason to fuck her even harder... and the guy needing no encouragement as he banged his fiance like a screen door in a hurricane.

Even without touching himself, he thought his dick was about to explode. His cock pulsed and ached. With some horror, Oliver realized that he was going to orgasm. He didn't want to cum, not like this! It would be wrong, disgusting, perverted. At the same time he wanted to, more than anything else in the whole world.

He bit his lip and squeezed his hands into fists, but it didn't work. He groaned and whimpered, half in shame and half in lustful delight as he felt his dick let loose. His cum shot out and splattered across the floor before his feet. He grunted and groaned, his body shuddering in ecstasy and loathing as he kept moaning. The pleasure was like nothing he'd ever experienced, causing his whole body to flex and jerk against his Nth metal bonds uncontrollably.

And then, it was all over. He looked down in shame at the mess he had just made, Helena laughing out loud as she surveyed his mess, "There. Now, doesn't that feel better? Just letting it all out, yea?"

He didn't respond, too humiliated to even look at her, still coming down from the mother of all orgasms, his body shuddering and his softening dick still twitching from the aftershocks of his pleasure.

After what seemed like an agonizing eternity, he finally saw Jason lean up even closer to Dinah as he pounded away at her, his chest pressing against her shoulders, putting his lips to her ear. He murmured something to the randy little minx as his strokes inside her grew slower but much more urgent, and she turned back to look at him, nodding as a lewd, blissful smile crossed her pretty face.

“I told you, it’s okay,” Dinah whimpered, as tears of joy streamed down her cheeks, “do it, do it, do...OOOOOHHH!!!” He could see the knuckles of her small hands whiten as her grip around Jason's shoulders tightened, her sexy, slender body shuddering hard in what looked like a powerful orgasm...and as Jason stiffened atop her, his whole body shuddering as well. Oliver watched as he violently thrust himself into Dinah a few more times, and then practically collapsed onto her, resting his chin on her shoulder as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"That was..." she started, but then just shook her head in amazement. They stayed like that for almost a full minute, before he finally slid out of her.