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Barry shifted his weight from one side to the other. He hated waiting, but Singh had asked him to help with this stakeout since they didn’t know what they were dealing with. Central City’s finest establishments for high end goods had all their most expensive items and tchotchkes removed from their inventory. The odd part was that it wasn’t robberies, in fact, almost all of the items were paid for.
But each person who had supposedly paid for the ridiculously overpriced luxury items never recalled purchasing them. They complained to their credit card companies and tried to get it taken off their bills. However, there was ample proof provided by the security cameras of the person seemingly willfully paying and heading out on their way. For the few items that were shoplifted, the thieves also had no recollection of being in the store.
When they reviewed all the tapes, they had found one lone man in the background of all of them who would walk away with the supposed victims. That was their guy. The police quickly deduced it was some kind of mind controlling meta, so that lead us to Barry, suited up, waiting for a loitering man to appear outside of the jewelry store.
He zipped away and returned with a pretzel, snacking while he waited. “See anything yet?” Cisco’s voice buzzed through the intercom.
“Nothing yet. How am I supposed to tell if they’re being mind controlled or not again?”
He was met with silence. Barry sighed. This was going to be a long night.
Or maybe not. He noticed a well dressed man, gelled hair, light scruff on his face, well built underneath the fine clothes. Said clothes that were definitely missing from a few designer stores’ inventory. The man pulled out a cigarette, and leaned back against a wall a few stores down from the jewelry store.
“Hey, Cisco I think we have our man. Can you get the camera feed for the corner of 35th and Circle?”
Out of the corner of his eye, Barry saw someone exit the jewelry store, with a rather large bag in tow. “Flash,” Captain Signh’s voice rang through the walkie. “Store just confirmed that man purchased the largest diamond they had.” The man with the bag was heading towards the smoking man, which confirmed Barry’s suspicions.
He sped down to the ground floor, interrupting the hand off.
“I’m not one for fashion, but I don’t think that diamond really goes with what you’re wearing.”
The smoking man smirked, turned to his victim. “Raj, darling you’ve done great. Go ahead and leave that on the floor and forget about what happened here.” Raj, zoned out, dopily set the bag on the floor and walked away. “And who might you be, Mr. Red?”
Barry almost choked on his laugh. “You don’t know who I am?” The man shook his head. “Seriously? I’m the protector of Central City, I’m the fastest man alive, I’m the Flash!”
“The Flash? Really?” the man asked incredulously. “Sounds kind of inappropriate if you ask me. Though seeing how well you fill out that suit… well, I wouldn’t mind at all if you lived up to your namesake.” His eyes made an obvious move of checking the speedster out, lingering slightly too long for comfort in a certain southern region.
Barry blushed, his face turning a red that could almost match his suit. “Not that I’m not flattered, but I’m not into criminals… or guys. And I’m married,” he said bluntly.
“Boo, well that’s a shame. Well, this has been fun but I must be going,” the man put out his cigarette and made a move to walk away before the Flash appeared right next to him, holding the bag and grinning smugly. “Handcuffs? You certainly are fast. And kinky.” He winked.
“But this simply won’t do,” the man said, sighing dramatically. “ Flash, and everyone else listening right now, you will let me go without any problem.” As he spoke, his powers sent tingles down the backs of all his would-be captors.
Barry’s head throbbed as he felt the command overtake his brain function. When he opened his eyes, a dopey grin graced his face. He quickly flashed the man out of the handcuffs. “ Flash, please give me that bag, and think of it as a welcoming gift to the city.” He smiled as the cute hero happily obliged.
“Welcome to Central City,” he said with a charming smile. His eyes still looked glazed over, like there was nothing going on behind that pretty little head of his. The man adjusted his growing bulge in his jeans as the Flash handed him the diamond.
“Oh, thank you. I think I’m going to have a bit more fun with you…” He leaned in and whispered into Barry’s ear, a lustful and mischievous glint in his eye.
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“How does this even happen??” Caitlin cried out incredulously. “We had the CCPD, two and half metas on standby, and the Flash and we couldn’t stop one guy?”
“He did have mind control powers that we didn’t know could affect us through sound,” Iris gently reminded her. “We’ll be ready for him next time. We just need to figure out a plan of attack first.”
Barry zipped back into the lab, rustling a few papers. “Iris is right. We need to figure out where he’s going to hit next and gag him before he can command anyone else.”
“Well, hey I mean, should be no problem, you’re The Flash. Just need to *whoosh* and muzzle him in less than a second fla–Barry what are you doing?!?” Cisco screamed.
Barry had scrambled out of his costume with his superspeed, and whipped off his underwear with the rest of it, leaving only his boots and gloves on. He stood there naked as the day he was born in the middle of S.T.A.R. labs, masturbating furiously. And for a superspeedster, that was a pretty ferocious wank session.
Lightning flashed as his arm pumped his cock for all its worth, leaving only a blur for his teammates who only watched in shock at such a public display of lewdness. No amount of yelling out his name woke Barry from his stupor. He masturbated contentedly, a dumb grin slapped across his face. His face scrunched up in what Iris recognized as his orgasm face, his cum flying out to splatter the floor in a wild array as he flogged his shaft willy nilly.
He blinked a couple of times as he came down from his high. His brows furrowed as he looked into the surprised, blushing faces of his team. “What’s everybody looking at?”
Cisco averted his eyes, as did Harrison and Caitlin, as they stammered out some nonsense. Barry looked at Iris, who looked at him sympathetically and then pointed down at his body. He followed her gaze, his eyes widening as he saw his naked body on display. His deflating cock was shiny with cum, as were spots on the floor, signaling exactly what he just did. He let out a yelp and sped into a fresh set of clothes, cleaning up his accident simultaneously.
He returned back into the main room, the blush still burning bright on his face. “So… I think I’m still being mind controlled.”
“Gee, ya think?” Cisco hurled a towel into his face. “I’ve seen a lot of freaky shit in the multiverses, but this … number one for sure.”
“How is that possible though? None of us are still under his control are we?” Caitlin looked around suspiciously. Cisco and Iris held their hands up defensively.
“Well, none of us look like we’ve been conked on the head,” Harrison said. “No dumb grins, no glazed eyes, and most importantly we seem to be in control of our actions, unlike Barry a few minutes ago.”
Barry blushed again. Iris put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. “So maybe it was implanted until a specific trigger word was said.”
“Got it!” Cisco yelled. “Trigger. That’s what we’ll call him.” Team Flash eyed him, and just rolled their eyes in a smirk.
“So what could that trigger word be?” Ciatlin pondered.
“Well, Cisco was talking about muzzling the guy…” They took a quick glance at Barry who was still fully clothed, and sighed in relief. “What else did you say?”
“I dunno, nothing. Just thinking of a plan using the Flash’s speed to get the jump on – oh damn it, here we go again.”
Barry was once again naked with that goofy dumb grin again, pumping his cock with gusto. He wasn’t going super speed this time, letting everyone present see him work his shaft in all its glory, his balls bouncing around in time with his strokes. Cisco, Harrison, and Caitlin all left the room while Iris just settled into her chair to watch the unwitting show her husband was putting on.
A few more tugs on his member, and Barry was once again shooting his load onto the floor of the lab. He blinked a couple of times as he came out of his trance, only to see Iris sitting in front of him with a smirk. He blushed again, and covered himself with his hands, using the towel Cisco threw at him to clean up his mess.
“Honey, I know this is embarrassing for you, but Trigger definitely knows how to keep me pleased,” Iris joked.
“Did we at least figure out what my trigger word is?”
“Oh yeah, it’s ‘Fla–”
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Barry was a wreck. How could he avoid hearing the word “Flash?” That was his name for Pete’s sake! Good thing it was an audio trigger, because seeing his name plastered everywhere in the city, from drink names to unlicensed toys, to banners… that would’ve been too much for his poor dick to handle.
Not that Iris hadn’t gotten a lot of traction out of it. He barely remembered the weekend, having spent most of it tranced out with that dumb smile on his face as he jerked off. He hated that dopey grin, a signature of Trigger’s victims. Iris had taken lots of photos and videos, and Barry absolutely hated the fact that he was turned into some mindless sex toy at the utterance of a single word. He prided himself on his intelligence, and this trigger didn’t help him look the part.
Thanks to Iris’ playing (research on Trigger’s powers she claimed) they found out that Barry would follow any order given to him while under the trance. If they ordered something before he got naked, he would carry it out first before masturbating. They also discovered that when he was wearing his Flash suit, he’d strip and jerk off at superpeed, but in his civilian clothes, he couldn’t speed through the trigger unless otherwise ordered. Of course, he still couldn’t be ordered to forget the trigger, much to his chagrin. It seemed like only Trigger could undo what he did.
He walked into the CCPD, giving a small smile to the officers who were giving him grief for being late again. He couldn’t hear them through the plugs in his ears so he let their jokes slide. They wanted to avoid any embarrassing public mishaps if someone were to say “the word” while Barry was out in public, something that would be very hard to avoid considering his alter ego’s celebrity status in the city.
Even watching the morning news proved to be difficult, and one of the reasons he was so late. The news anchors would mention the Flash, and he’d strip naked and jerk off on the spot. Then he’d get dressed again and clean up only for him to get hit by a Flash whammy again. It took him about 5 orgasms before it dawned on him to turn off the tv. Thank god for his fast refractory period.
“Allen!” yelled Captain Singh from across the room. “You’re late again! I swear, you need to take lessons from the Flash or something…” he trailed off.
Barry’s eyes widened in alarm as he felt his mind slip from him. “ Shit not here! Not in front of Joe!” his thoughts screamed. His father-in-law had been updated on the issue, and heard his captain’s poor choice of words. Joe quickly scurried out of the room as Barry began unbuttoning his shirt.
“Hey look, Allen’s doing a strip tease!” one detective joked.
“Give us a show, Allen!” a rookie cop whistled. Barry just grimaced, as his mind lost full consciousness, the dazed, dumb, and sleazy grin slowly spreading across his face. Bouncing his hips to a beat only he could hear, Barry slowly started playing with his half unbuttoned shirt.
He pulled it open, exposing his chest and his perky nipples before closing it up again. Then he shimmied and swayed his ass in his trousers, hands sensually gliding up and down his body. The police were baffled at what was happening, but egged him on regardless. Captain Singh had tried to get Barry to stop, but found no success and was pelted with paper balls until he left.
To the sound of whoops and shouts, Barry ripped open his shirt, buttons flying everywhere. He tossed the useless piece of fabric behind him, his thumbs twiddling with his belt. That came off with a snap, as he started teasing his pants down, revealing the waistband of his boxer briefs before pulling them back up.
Barry spun around, pushing out his firm bubble butt, and giving each cheek a playful spank. The officers hollered as they watched the cheeks bounce back into place underneath the fabric of his trousers. Slowly the pants came down, along with his underwear, revealing the top of the two perky globes. Then Barry spun around again, much to their disappointment.
“Stop teasing and get on with it!” someone shouted. Barry obliged, using his speed to wear down the seams of his pants, ripping them off as if they were made to be torn away. The rowdy crowd was practically giddy as Barry danced in his tight black boxer briefs, the obscene tent swinging wildly as he swayed his hips to and fro. In his office, Captain Singh palmed his own erection through his pants as he watched the show from his desk.
Barry ran his hands down his chest, wagging his boner with his hands. Then he walked to the opposite wall, pressing his hands against it, spreading his legs. He arched his back out, pushing out his bubble butt. Moving so quick they couldn’t see, he pulled the same vibrating trick to wear down the seams, letting the tight fabric burst into a million little pieces.
All the crowd saw was Barry’s underwear suddenly exploding out of nowhere, revealing two perky white buns to raucous applause. His pink hairless hole winked at them, before the speedster stood back up. Now completely naked, his shoes and socks disintegrated in the same burst of speed that blew up his undies, Barry turned around to face his coworkers once more.
His 6 inch shaft, shiny with precum pointed straight at them like some kind of divining rod. They all cheered some more as he took his cock in right hand and started to pump, his left playing with his balls.
“Play with your nipples!” Barry’s hand stopped rolling his testicles and traveled back up his body, giving each one a pinch before he settled on tweaking his right one in time with his strokes.
“Suck on your fingers!” He obliged, shoving his hand into his mouth, slobbering messily and getting them dripping with saliva.
“Finger yourself!” His now slick hand reached behind himself, shoving two fingers straight into his virgin hole with force, making him squeak. “Turn sideways we can’t see everything!”
Barry stood in profile, facing the open windows as he jerked off, his breathing coming out labored as he worked his fingers inside his tight channel. Even under Trigger’s thrall, he couldn’t stop the moans he was producing as his fingers found his prostate and hit it hard. His dick was red as he stroked his cock, sliding up and down, up and down the surface wet with pre.
With a loud grunt, cum started shooting from Barry’s shaft, spraying all over the nearest desk. His hole clenched tight around the fingers still battering his prostate. When he came to, his face burned bright red as the entire CCPD who weren’t grossed out and stayed to watch applauded with hoots and hollers. He realized he was still holding his deflating cock, and his fingers were wedged deep into his hole. He pulled them out with a wince.
“Great job, Allen. Didn’t know you had it in you! Your wife is a lucky gal. Does she ever use that hole too?” said various officers who came up to him after his little performance, some patting him on the shoulder, others giving his ass a friendly tap.
“Allen! My office! Now!”
Barry ducked his head, cupping his junk as he made his way through the overtly friendly crowd, some of whom he barely knew. As his body was groped and prodded, he wished he could just speed away and hide under a blanket for the foreseeable future. He made to Singh’s door, awkwardly shuffling in sideways.
“Ah-ah,” Singh warned, as Barry moved to close the blinds. “You’re comfortable enough to put on a show, you clearly won’t mind any onlookers. But they need to GET BACK TO WORK!” he screamed through the window, making the crowd scramble back to their desks. “Now what the hell was that?”
He moved to sit down, but was scolded by the captain. “Your bare behind is not sitting down in any of my chairs, Allen. And why are you still naked?”
“My clothes were destroyed, Captain,” Barry mumbled bashfully. He didn’t even need his supersuit at this point considering how red he was all over. “The new meta got me this past weekend, so now I have to do… that anytime I hear a certain word.”
Singh sighed, dragging a hand down his face. “Of course the new meta is a mind controlling pervert. He didn’t make you dip into your finances did he?” Barry shook his head no. “Well thank god for that. But this new guy–”
“–Trigger, sir.”
“Riiight. This guy, Trigger , is a lot more dangerous than we suspected. In fact, he somehow managed to get the drop on us and the Flash this weeke– ah, what the hell, Allen!”
Barry stood, jerking off nice and slow, a change of tempo to his usual mad frenzy. Singh waved his hand in front of Barry’s zoned out face, his eyes totally glazed and his head gone in la la land. “Well, I guess I found out what that trigger word is… Geez, talk about bad luck, kid. How are you gonna avoid that word in this city?”
Barry didn’t answer, he just stood there with the dumb look on his face as he stroked his shaft. A couple people stopped in their tracks when they saw what Barry was doing through the office windows, but a death glare from their captain got them moving again.
“That being said, I kind of like this look on you. Young, dumb, full of cum. Reminds me of my husband when we met. Though if you were anything like my husband, you would be on your knees begging to stuff your throat with dick,” Singh chuckled to himself.
All of a sudden, CCPD’s finest CSI was on his knees. “Oh please, Captain fuck my throat. I need your cock in my mouth right now. Give me that big cock and use my mouth like it was made to be used.” The police captain looked down in surprise, his mouth open in shock as he suddenly somehow found his pants on the floor with his underwear, and Barry nuzzling against his growing shaft.
Barry was attractive, that was for sure. Hell, he may have been his boss and superior, but that didn’t stop him from enjoying the public show, and taking a few pictures to show his husband later. But that was different. That wasn’t cheating.
“Barry, listen to me, you don’t want this. This is the meta talking,” he said trying to push the speedster away. Barry was surprisingly strong, and could not be deterred. With a flash, he had the police captain’s entire shaft buried to the hilt. His tongue swirled around the thick uncut cock, teasing the slit on occassion.
David just bit back a groan, and swore under his breath. He definitely regretted not closing the blinds now. A few people saw the commotion in his office and were now glimpsing into the second surprise performance of the morning.
This may have been Barry’s first gay experience but it didn’t feel like it. He sucked on the captain’s cock with expertise, rolling his tongue over all the right spots, his one hand not jerking off playing with Singh’s perienium. In short order, he was swallowing his boss’ load and guzzling every drop down his throat.
He pulled off with a pop, some cum smeared on his lips. David could’ve busted another load that instant. Barry still had that dumb look on his face, and was currently still jerking off as he stood back up. He could tell Barry was on the edge of release, and looked around quickly for any tissue to prevent it from staining his desk, to his avail.
“Shit, Bar, I hope you can clean up after yourself when you’re finished.” His timing was impeccable, as cum started to spurt out of the slit and onto the floor. Barry wasn’t jerking off crazily, so the mess was contained to just below him. As soon as the last drop was milked from his spent dick, Barry got on all fours, and pointed his ass into the air. Singh exhaled sharply, and took a few more pictures of Barry’s open hole teasing him, as he licked up all the cum off the floor.
Then he woke up. He blinked and found himself staring at the bottom of half of his captain’s desk. The cold air from the a/c tickling his exposed hole made him blush as he realized the position he was in. Barry stood up in a flash, his face a brilliant red once more.
“Fuck, Captain! Sorry… I..” he sighed in defeat. “This is so humiliating.” A knock on the door turned both of their attention to Joe, who was standing there looking up to the ceiling.
“I don’t wanna know, I don’t wanna know. But here,” he said thrusting a bag into Barry’s general direction. “Iris told me you might need this, and I had hoped she was wrong but... yeah. I’m gonna leave now.” Barry gratefully accepted the bag as Joe ran out the room.
“Iris must be getting a kick out of this, huh Allen?” Singh teased.
“You have no idea,” Barry muttered.
“Actually, I think I do. But don’t worry. I’ll spread the word that a certain word shouldn’t be used near you until the Fla–I mean, that guy– puts a stop to that perverted thief.”
“Thanks, sir.”
“Oh and you might want to hurry to get dressed and stop Joe.”
“Why?”
“Your first performance? You finished all over his desk.” Barry just groaned. The day could not get any worse.
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The day, in fact, did get worse. Singh sent out a memo detailing Barry’s predicament, and that all verbal usage of the word “Flash” would need to be ceased until further notice. Of course, in a police department that regularly worked with the hero, accidental slip ups still did occur. Or Barry would overhear a conversation with people who didn’t realize he was nearby.
Either way, the Flash spent a good portion of his day flashing his various workmates. Thankfully he couldn’t be hit with any sexual harassment cases from HR since every one was made aware of him being whammied by a meta. If the public nudity and masturbation was humiliating enough, he still had to deal with the mockery of being an unwilling victim.
“You know, Trigger’s other victims went broke after their encounter,” one desk assistant teased. “But Allen, you could make a fortune on yours!” His grating laughter just made Barry roll his eyes. “I know lots of men and women who’d pay good money to see you flash your goods. Oh, whoops! My bad,” he said with a leer.
“That fucker!” Barry thought. In moments he was once again in the nude. He sat at his table as the assistant walked away laughing, jerking off with that blank stupefied look as he stared dopily into the distance. He redressed after he shot his load and cleaned up.
It was clear that hardly any work was going to be done today. Especially not with random people, people who he’d never even seen before today, kept stopping by his lab and “accidentally” dropping the trigger word. He let out a frustrated scream as he buried his face into an open book.
Maybe Singh would let him take a half day. Maybe he could visit his Dad, or take Iris away on a trip far from Central City where no one knew the Flash existed. But that mind controlling meta was still out there, and needed to be stopped before he plunged the fine citizens of Central City into bankruptcy or did something equally humiliating for them.
Barry made his way to the bathroom, doing a double take to make sure no one was around. He needed some peace and quiet. He walked into the mens room, and went into a stall to relieve himself. He was just about finished when two officers came in chatting away.
“Did you hear about that forensics guy? Bart something?”
“I think his name is Barry, Will.”
“Yeah, whatever. No way that’s true though. Guy just strips naked in public and jerks off all because a ‘meta got him’? Absolutely not. Bet he’s some just some pervert or something that blackmailed the Captain into releasing that memo. I’m telling ya Charlie, there’s no way that’s real.”
“Real or not, shame we missed the show. The guy’s pretty hot,” Charlie said as he shook off his penis. Flushing the urinal, he started to wash his hands. “And did you see his ass in those photos? Would not mind if he flashed those cheeks my way.”
Barry screamed internally. He was hoping for one moment of solitude, and here he was stripping for the upteenth time. He kicked his shoes out from underneath the stall, revealing his presence to the two beat cops.
“Who’s there? Answer me,” Will ordered.
“Barry Allen,” he responded dreamily. His pants hit the floor and he started stroking his quickly hardening meat.
“Seriously? Ohhhh shit, I said the word,” Charlie said.
“I told you that’s bullshit Charl!” Will hissed. “Oh yeah? Barry Allen, if you’re really under some kind of mind control, come on out then.”
The door unlocked and swung open. Barry, cock in hand shuffled out, with his pants around his ankles. He quickly stepped out of them, leaving him standing in nothing but his socks.
“Look Will, he is hypnotized! Look at his face!”
“That doesn’t mean shit, he could just look that stupid all the time. Right, Barry? Tell him you look that stupid all the time.”
“I look this stupid all the time,” Barry said dumbly.
“See what I mean?”
“Idiot, he’s under mind control he’ll do anything you command,” Charlie said, smacking Will on the arm.
“I keep tellin ya, that’s bullshit! And I’ll prove it. Hop on one foot.” Barry obeyed instantly, still jerking off, his cock bouncing with his hops.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Charlie said, walking behind Barry. His eyes went up and down watching Barry’s plump cheeks bounce in time. “But see? He’ll obey anything we tell him.”
“I don’t buy it.”
“Really now? Fine. Barry, stop hopping on your feet and make out with Will. With tongue.” Barry was soon on the cop, shoving his tongue down his throat.
“Alright, alright!” Will said between kisses, attempting to breath from the messy makeout sessions he became an unwilling partner to. “Oh, stop it would you? Fine, fine he’s hypnotized.”
“You bet he is,” Charlie said hungrily. “Barry stop masturbating, let me suck your cock… Huh. Guess that one can’t be replaced since that was the meta’s command.”
“So we have until he’s finished to have our way with him?”
“Guess so.”
“Sweet, Barry fuck yourself on my cock,” Will ordered. He whipped his hard member out of his fly, and gave it a few cursory strokes.
Barry turned around, and pressed his tight hole against the thick cut cockhead. He winced in pain as Will pushed in completely dry until he bottomed out.
“Shit, Will be gentle! Don’t you know you need lube?”
“I dunno how this gay shit works, man. A hole’s a hole.”
“Totally not. But let’s just hope you can finish before he does otherwise we’re gonna be in a world of hurt. Barry suck me off,” Charlie said as he sat down on the sink, bringing Barry’s head to his cock. Barry suckled on the manhood, putting his hypnotized skills to work.
“I know how to deal with that problem. Don’t cum until we tell you to. And give Charlie a nice hummer.”
Barry began humming around the shaft, sending vibrations and tingles coursing through every vein of his body. “Fuck! He’s so good with this mouth. Are we sure he’s married to a woman?”
“Yeah, daughter of Detective West. Nice piece of ass on her too, just like her husband,” Will grunted as he fucked hard into Barry’s no longer virgin entrance. The two cops plowed into the speedster from both ends, thrusting hard. Through it all, Barry kept jerking off, whimpering as he was denied orgasm.
Will ended up shooting his load deep into Barry’s guts. When he pulled out, Barry whimpered around Charlie’s cock sending vibrations down the length that made him cum shortly afterwards. Barry drank it all up, and popped off the cock, his abused lips bright red and puffy… just like his hole was sure to be.
As the two cops redressed, they watched in awe as Barry wanked his dick raw on his knees. His dumb grin was slightly altered, as his brow furrowed in frustration from not being able to cum. “Damn, I wonder how long he can go for.”
“It’s probably the meta powers interfering with the order. There’s no way a regular human could last this long. We should probably let him finish.”
“Yeah, yeah in a minute. I want to try something else.” Will crouched down in front of Barry until they were eye level. “When we give you the order to cum, you’re going to spray your load all over yourself. And you go back to normal, when you redress you’re not gonna put on your underwear. You’re also going to forget about me and Charlie using you like the cumdump you are, but when you feel my cum leaking out of your hole and staining your pants, you’re going to be so embarrassed but so turned on by the fact that someone, some stranger filled your stomach with his seed. You’re gonna be so turned on that you’re gonna stain your pants from the back and the front with cum.”
“Shit, Will,” Charlie breathed out. “Hope that works because it’s so fucking hot.”
“And cum.”
He came violently with a scream, shooting his load, spraying all over his torso, making himself sticky with his seed. Will nodded to Charlie who was filming the whole thing, and they both quickly made their exit.
Barry came to with a blush. He found himself, drenched with cum, kneeling on the bathroom floor. He hoped whoever said the trigger didn’t see such a depraved display. He groaned as he stood up. “Why does my ass feel like it’s on fire?” he said to himself. Even super healing wouldn’t be fast enough to get him back to normal. He moved his jaw around; that was sore for some reason too.
He cleaned himself up as much as he could, thankfully the cum hadn’t crusted over and he was able to rid himself of his load with the help of many many paper towels. Environment be damned. Then he put his clothes back on and walked for the door. He paused. Something felt off. He did a double check. “Shoes, socks, pants, shirt, nope I’m good!”
Barry walked out the door chipper as possible considering the circumstances, totally ignoring his boxer briefs laying discarded on the floor. He took a few steps when he felt something leaking from his hole. He brought a concerned finger to the leak, inspecting it, when a gush of cum seeped out. He squeaked as his face turned bright red. He made a dash back for his lab as the cum leaked from his gaping hole, the stain getting bigger and bigger with each step.
Someone had fucked him, and the giant leaking boner in his pants was any indication, he didn’t hate the idea. He slammed the door to the lab shut and raced for his desk, hoping to find another change of clothes to no avail. The timer dinged, which meant one of his tests was done and someone would be coming up shortly.
He sped behind his desk, and yelped “Come in!” as a detective came in to ask about his findings. The encounter was awkward, Barry barely paying attention and trying to speak as fast as he could without going super speed force on the poor guy. All his attention was on his leaking ass, and his cock straining in his pants. If he got up, he was sure his pants would be an entire three shades darker than when they started. He prayed that the smell of semen wasn’t obvious.
One the detective was out of his hair, Barry, for the first time ever, willingly whipped off his clothes with super speed, and started masturbating furiously to the thought of some guy pumping his guts full of cum. This was so wrong, but so hot. He never had a gay thought in his life, and here he was imagining getting bred by some random guy. What would Iris think? At the thought of his wife, his imagination changed from a full gay sex fantasy to something a little more bi-curious friendly as he imagined fucking his wife while some guy drilled him from behind.
Barry came with a contented sigh. The clearing of someone’s throat made him aware he had another visitor, and he blushed once more, trying to cover up. “Uh… Sorry about that, you know, meta curse and all that,” he said apologetically as he redressed. Where did his underwear go? He was pretty sure he was wearing them earlier….
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The rest of Barry’s work day was slightly less eventful. He still ended up naked and hard in front of more people than he’d have liked though, whether it was by accident or on purpose he couldn’t tell. But by the end of the day, he was beat. Short refractory period or not, jerking off that many times a day would be killer on anyone. His cock felt like it was rubbed raw, and despite his rapid healing factor, his ass still felt a little sore from whoever fucked him wide open. The dried cum on his bottom and front of his pants certainly didn’t help to make anything feel better.
Now back at S.T.A.R. labs, Team Flash was back on Trigger’s case. Apparently he’d been busy over the weekend, with multiple reports of indecent exposure flooding the CCPD. Barry apparently was not privy to this news. Now it wasn’t just Barry who was whammed into stripping naked and jerking off when they heard “flash.” Trigger was evidently having a grand gay old time with the double entrende that is Central City’s greatest hero.
“This pervert has got to be dealt with!” Joe exclaimed.
“Yeah, we’re working on it,” Cisco muttered. “Me, Cait, and Harrison have been working on ear buds that would block out that one specific word, but haven’t been able to test it properly.” He offered the two earbuds to Barry.
“Well, no time like the present.” He slipped the earbuds on, and gave them each a double tap to make sure they were fitted. “Go for it.”
“.......Flash,” Cisco said. They all groaned and turned around as they saw lightning zip around Barry, now standing in only his costume boots as he masturbated. “Well, back to the drawing board.”
“How has he not yanked his dick off…” Harrison muttered under his breath.
A rustling of wind, signaled that Barry was done, cleaned up, and proper. “Okay, so those didn’t work. Plan B anyone?”
“Maybe we could call Jay from Earth-2?” Iris offered. “Maybe two Flaaaaaaaaa– speedsters would be better than one?”
“Already tried. He’s dealing with some kind of alien invasion.”
“How about Hartley? He knows sound better than anyone.”
“Now that’s an idea!” Cisco jumped to the desk to dial. A few rings later, and Hartley’s face appeared on the monitor.
“Well, well, well. Is that Team Flash calling me?”
“No!!” Everyone screamed but it was too late. Barry was stark naked once more, jerking off with in a frenzy of lightning bolts to the utter surprise of Hartley. When Barry finished, he was blushing again before he zipped off to change.
“Now what a treat that was!” he clapped in glee. “Gotta say, I wasn’t expecting a call from you guys, but to have the Flash naked and jerking off for me, I thought that I’d have to pay a subscription fee for that.”
“Would you stop saying that?” Iris hissed.
“What? Flash?” Hartley grinned like an evil cat. “Flashflashflashflash….”
Barry meanwhile, was about to reenter the room when he got hit by a double whammy. He came quickly first, and then started jerking again. Then came the rampage and he could only stand there with that stupid grin on his face as he jerked off again and again and again and again…
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Barry glared at the screen as his team talked with Hartley. Harrison had given him noise cancelling headphones to block out everything. Hartley’s smug lecherous grin needed to be knocked off his face, as he sat helpless to do anything but glare as everyone else worked to save him from more public humiliation.
An alert came up about a bank robbery and the Flash was quickly on scene. It was just normal non meta goons, nothing that the cops couldn’t handle, but Flash was more than happy to not be naked in front of everyone again. Or so he thought.
“Thanks so much for the help, Flash,” the bank manager said. Barry could only smile with a grimace before he conked out, the goofy grin on his face as he was naked in a blur and jerking off in front of everyone he just saved. “Ah, he got to you too. Sorry about that, chap. Just clean up when you’re done, eh?”
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Word quickly got out about the Flash’s new weakness. It seemed like with every day, his naked (but censored) body would be on the front page, or trending all over social media. At this point he wondered if he should just stop bothering to wear clothes in the first place. Hell, shouldn’t it be commonplace by now? Must be a slow news day.. Or news week, rather.
Trigger had been making his rounds across the city, spreading his little “gift” with every man he deemed attractive enough. And there were a lot. The entire CCPD got whammied in a single day, and the building had to be shut down when someone, likely under the influence of Trigger, left a repeating speaker booming with the word “Flash” outside the building. Clean up lasted hours once they were able to get someone to shut down the speaker.
Despite how frequently it seemed to be happening, Barry and all those other men affected still blushed like virgins whenever they came around to post nut clarity. Probably a command left by their meta friend in order to maximize their humiliation even more.
Barry shivered as the air tickled his open hole, which was leaking from god knows how many loads and frowned. He was on all fours, face pressed down to the ground, bubble butt facing the door to his lab pointing to the sky. Someone had ordered him in the middle of a stupor to stay posed like this, and it frustrated him that he didn’t know who did it or for how long he would be like this. It was humiliating enough to strip naked and jerk off, but it still seemed like he was the universe’s butt monkey (no pun intended) since no one else on the force was subjected to extra embarrassing orders. They could just get naked and jerk off and that was the end of it.
He groaned. God, what had his life come to if he was envying that ? The door opened and another man shuffled in, lined up his cock with the speedster’s hole and went to town. Barry’s cock twitched as the man’s short but fat cock drilled into him. He squealed in pleasure, which made him cringe. Whoever had ordered him into this position also thought it would be hilarious if he was aware the whole time on the inside, but on the outside made him seem like a whore.
“Oh, yes! Right there! Fuck me harder! I love a good cock shoved up my whore hole!” Barry’s voice didn’t even sound like his own, which made him cringe harder. He sounded like some dumb slut who only existed to get fucked… which wasn’t that far off from reality at this point. But he wasn’t dumb. He gave another high pitched squee as he felt another load join the rest.
The man shuffled out of the room without a word, closing the door. That seemed to be the magic number, because Barry collapsed onto the floor utterly exhausted. He sped cleaned himself and got dressed. He did a once over of himself, yepp. Everything was good to go.
He adjusted the bright pink thong he was wearing, nestling the string deeper into his pale pillowy cheeks to the point of almost disappearing. Then he yanked his knee high socks tight, and adjusted his cap so it was turned backwards. Perfect. He gave his nipples a quick flick each, and walked to go home.
There were a couple of chuckles as Barry walked by, and some not so subtle gropings. Barry took it in stride, beaming happily that his coworkers were just following protocol. Charlie and Will were guffawing as he walked by them. “Boys,” he nodded politely before getting on his knees and opening his mouth wide, eager and waiting to receive their cocks as a part of his “clocking out duties.”
The two cops definitely came back to take advantage of Barry, even despite being turned into the same dumb trigger-tranced men the rest of the force were. Like most cops their morals were just loose enough to take advantage of what was given to them. They wasted no time in turning Barry into a complete himbo who barely wore a stitch of clothing.
Clocking out duties were their favorite. They had tranced him into thinking that before he clocked out every day he would need to get fucked and take the loads of at least five men, all the while being aware of how he was being used. Once he got those five loads, he would put on his “regular clothes” and service Will and Charlie until they were satisfied before completely clocking out for the day and leaving.
Barry basked in pleasure as they shot their loads all over his face, licking up the salty sweet semen in the spots his tongue could reach. Then he stood up, and arched his back, pushing out his ass invitingly for them. “Not today, Bar,” Will said. Barry pouted and looked hopefully at Charlie.
“Sorry, bud. All tuckered out,” Charlie said apologetically. “See you tomorrow?”
“Yeah, see you tomorrow guys!” Barry walked down the stairs, chipper as could be. He gave a polite wave to Captain Singh, who apparently got whammied and was jerking off at his desk.
Barry clocked out, and suddenly he felt a surge of humiliation. This was the best part of clocking out duties. The second he was off, he would realize what he was wearing, or what he wasn’t really, and feel utterly embarrassed by it. The blush that spread across his face was Will and Charlie’s favorite part of the day, as he realized that his face was dripping with someone’s cum, and that he was barely clothed in public. He covered his crotch with one hand, and attempted to cover his big butt with the other as he awkwardly ran out of the building, with many people laughing as he passed by.
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The Flash had arrived to attempt to stop Trigger from walking off with another load of luxury goods. Of course it ended just as expected with the Flash naked and cumming for everyone to witness. However he wasn’t alone this time, as Trigger had yelled the word loud enough for everyone in the store to hear. So there the Flash stood surrounded by the cute fit store workers like some sort of perverted version of the Rockettes.
“As fun as this is, I must be going,” Trigger said wistfully as he watched the bouncing cocks of the man buffet in front of him. “Though this strip and jerk routine is getting a bit dull wouldn’t you agree?”
All the men just stared blankly ahead, dumb smiles on all their faces as they jerked off. “Oh I know, I’ll get away scott free, but everyone will think that Flash saved the day. As a thank you, each one of you men will give him one of your loads either in his mouth or his ass. ” With that he walked away, grinning from ear to ear.
Flash was the first to cum, obviously. He blinked as he came to, and blushed realizing he was naked. He sped back into his clothes as the first couple of guys were finishing themselves. They turned scarlet as well, and tried to redress themselves to save what little dignity they had left.
“Oh, Fla– Mr ,” one college aged worker said, blushing as he caught himself before saying the word. “Thanks so much for saving the day! How can we ever repay you?”
“One load from each of you will suffice plenty,” Flash said in his hero voice. He quickly re-stripped, and leaned over the check out counter, spreading his cheeks for the men. They all lined up, stroking their growing cocks in their pants, some stripping naked once more, others only pulling their dicks out from the fly as they approached their hero.
Flash felt like his stomach was going to burst from how much cum he guzzled. His ass was sore and leaking, and he could barely run back to S.T.A.R. labs without toppling over from how overworked his hole was.
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It had been nearly a month since Trigger rolled into town, and they were still no closer in reversing his effect on the men of Central City. The online pages dedicated to capturing every embarrassing moment were over-saturated, and quickly stopped being shown in the news. Instead they moved onto to the seedy, and exploitative sexual exploits of the Flash.
There was the Flash getting fucked by a common criminal, getting DP’d by a meta who could duplicate himself, Mirror Master using his talents like a glory hole, filling Flash from both ends. No matter how many ways you sliced it, Flash’s exploits were spread wider than his gaping hole, and he had Trigger to thank.
And each time was as humiliating as the last. Neither Trigger, nor the many villains of his rogue gallery, nor Charlie or Will at the CCPD seemed to grow tired of his constant humiliation. Red was definitely Barry’s color, and nobody wore it better than his skin.
After another failed test of the word cancelling earbuds, Barry just sighed as he waited for Cisco and Hartley to get redressed. “This is hopeless,” he groaned. “We’ve been at it for a month!”
“Hey now, we’ve figured out worse things before, like when you were trapped in the Speed Force?”
“Or when you time traveled to reverse the original time travel mishap in the first place?”
“Which time?”
“Nevermind,” Cisco waved the response away. “Either way, we’ll figure it out! We’re Team Fla-aaaaaaaaaaaaash for cripes sake.” Barry and Hartley shot him a dirty look. “What? It’s hard to think of another word in the middle of your sentence.” Then the dopey grin appeared on their faces as they jerked off once more.
When they redressed for the millionth time that evening, they got an alert on the news.They quickly pulled open the window, to show Trigger standing at City Hall looking like he was about to give a press conference.
“Oh this can’t be good,” Cisco muttered under his breath.
“Citizens of Central City! I must say happening across your town has been such a delight. Your food? Delicious. Your men? Absolutely exquisite. To all the boys I’ve met recently, I do hope you enjoy your gift, for it’ll be gone in a flash ,” Trigger said with a mischievous smirk.
All across the city, men were stripping down and jerking off where they stood. From Barry in the labs, to Captain Signh and all the policemen of the CCPD, to the reporters at his press conference, guys everywhere were having a date night night with Miss Rosie Palms, and the spunk created would be enough to cover the whole city.
“But all good things must come to an end,” Trigger continued. “And things must go back to normal. I’m leaving soon, and when I do leave everyone will forget what has happened and who I am and will return to normal. ”
The three men stared at each other in confusion. “That’s it? He’s leaving? And just like that it’s over?”
“Seems too easy,” Barry muttered. “But if it’s true, then at least we won’t remember the humiliating ordeals from this past month?”
“Sure, but they’re on the internet now. No way we can just forget the whole thing happened,” Hartley responded dryly.
“Either way, I’m sure all our dicks will be grateful the bastard is leaving town,” Cisco said.
“Oh, and one last thing,” Trigger said. “ Flash, you will meet me on the street we first met tonight after this press conference. ” Cisco and Hartley eyed Barry warily, who only donned his mask. “That concludes my press conference, thank you.” A gust of wind, and Flash was on his way.
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“How time flies, ey, Scarlet Speedster?” Trigger asked, when he felt the Flash appear next to him.
“What do you want, Trigger,” Barry asked, annoyed. “Wanted to say goodbye?”
“Yes, actually. Despite the fun I’ve had seeing you embarrass yourself so publicly and so often, I myself never got a swing at that beautiful bubble butt of yours,” he said wistfully.
“And you never will.”.
“Won’t I? I mean it’d be much better if you’d do this willingly, but of course I could always make you .”
“Trigger…” Flash warned.
“Oh don’t be a spoilsport. Consent is sexy don’t you know?”
“Says the mind controller who forced me and every guy in the city to strip and jerk off at random.”
Trigger just shrugged. “Fine, fine. Turn around and drop your pants. Follow my every command but never realize I’m giving you orders. ” Barry turned around, pulling his pants down to the ground. “Oh, a bright pink thong? It’s like you knew we were meeting!”
“S-shut up, it’s… laundry day,” Flash muttered. “Are you done leering now or what?”
“Uh-huh sure. ‘Laundry day,’” Trigger chuckled. “ Spread your cheeks . And now you’re spreading those lovely cheeks just for me? Why, and I thought you didn’t care!”
Barry just blushed as he followed the orders. Why was he spreading his cheeks for this pervert? Why couldn’t he move?
“This is such a lovely bottom you have. It’ll be quite the shame covering that up, and letting it go back to being unused. But alas. Moan loudly as I rim you. ” Trigger dove face first into the Flash’s musky hole. Though well-used by now, his healing factor had brought back to complete virgin tightness once more, though it still reeked of however many mens loads had piled up in there.
Barry let out long sensual moans as Trigger ate him out. His tongue worked past the outer ring, scraping against his inner walls with precision. Unwittingly, he arched his back, trying to press the meta’s face deeper into his cushiony cheeks. He groped and squeezed the cheeks, playing with them as he rimmed the hero.
Coming up for air, Trigger sighed contentedly. “ Don’t be aware I’m fucking you. Don’t cum until I do. ” With that command, he pulled down his pants revealing his large, thick ten inch monster of a cock. Lubing it up generously, he penetrated the Flash’s hole in one fell swoop until his hips touched Barry’s ass.
“What the hell are you doing?!?” he cried incredulously.
“Oh relax you big baby. It’ll feel exponentially good in a second. ” Before he even started to thrust, Barry was moaning like a whore, as his body shook with pleasure. He was so racked with bliss he started to vibrate, sending Trigger finishing with a sudden cry. With how fast he came, he should’ve been renamed to Hair-Trigger.
Trigger’s cum shooting up his insides was too much for the pleasure enhanced Barry, he came with a cry of his own, painting the street with his cum. “Fuck! That was too fast for my liking.”
“What was too fast? Either way, you do know that’s my name right?”
“Yeah, yeah. You know, your ass was so good already, but then you started vibrating… whew!”
“How would you know what my ass is like? You’ve never been in it, and you never will.” Trigger just rolled his eyes and smiled.
“Right, of course. You know, in all my playing, I’m sure your cock never got any action besides your hand. I am well prepared for your cock which will fuck me deep and hard. ” All of a sudden, Trigger felt full beyond compare as Flash’s cock was slipped inside him and thrusting at super speed. If a vibrating ass was good, a vibrating cock slamming into his prostate was even better.
It took no time at all for Trigger to shoot, his cum mixing with Barry’s on the street below him. “Clean up our mess. ” He took one appreciate glance at Barry’s plump ass sticking into the air as he licked up the cum from the ground.
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Barry looked around confusedly. Why was his face on the ground? He shivered. And where were his clothes? He did a quick glance down to confirm that he was completely naked out in the middle of a street, wearing only his mask, his gloves, and his boots. Making sure no one saw him in this state of undress, he rushed back to S.T.A.R. labs blushing.
The next morning he stopped a gang of would-be jewelry store robbers on his way to work. It was a bit of a confusing encounter, because the gang kept screaming “Flash” at him, as if they were expecting him to do something. They were quickly tied up and waiting for the police to arrive as Flash sped away. He did catch what they were saying as he left, though. Something about “that’s not what the blogs said would happen.”
He walked into the CCPD, and greeted the people as he walked by. Two beat cops he never met before were staring at him, to which he gave a confused but polite wave. He could swear either one or both of them were checking out his ass as he passed by, but he shrugged it off. Always nice to be appreciated.
“Good morning, Joe, Captain.”
“Morning, Allen.”
“Is it just me or is something off about today?”
“No, I feel it too,” Joe answered. Singh just shrugged. “Must be a case of the Mondays.”
“At least the Flash isn’t feeling it, he caught these robbers in record time!” an officer interjected as they brought in the gang from the jewelry store. Barry felt a shiver down his spine, as if he was suddenly naked. He looked down and quickly dissuaded his fears. His clothes were intact. How he ended up naked last night was truly bizarre.
Work went by quickly, and the city was quiet during his night patrol. He returned to S.T.A.R. to tie up some loose ends. Everyone was already leaving, Iris was already at home with dinner waiting. As he put away his things, he noticed a small box wrapped in gold foil. Something very flashy, possibly dangerous.
He carefully unwrapped it and peered inside. Inside was a dildo as equally gaudy as the wrapping paper, and a few printed photos. Barry blushed when he saw them. In 5x7 glossy spread was… well, his glossy spread. The Flash, wearing little more than what he was wearing the night before, being spread eagled and spitroasted all over Central City. He knew his gay fans were wild, but these fakes seemed almost too good. But he brushed away the thought, he was straight and he loved Iris. Not to mention the fact that any of these lecherous acts would have landed him in the CCPD brig, though not if this photo of him as the Flash servicing the Captain was anything to go by.
Barry chuckled as he hid away the gift in a private corner of the lab where no one would stumble across it. He probably should have thrown it away, but something about it made him feel tingly down there. He looked down to confirm the obvious tent in his pants.
Iris was waiting, but maybe a quick rub wouldn’t hurt. He had a short refractory period after all, so it’s not like he couldn’t get in the mood with her later. He flashed out of his clothes and gave his cock a thorough pumping as he stood in the middle of the lab stark naked. He jerked off staring ahead, noticing his reflection in one of the screens. A dumb, dopey grin was plastered across his face as he jerked himself to completion.