Answer and then cum in a cup

Dr. Thompkins in particular seeing how eager she was in her questioning.

"Are you sexually active?"

"Yes."

"Since when? Has it been periodic or not?"

"...I started about a week ago."

There was a flash of surprise on their faces. Aaron didn't blame them. He was good-looking, twenty-five, had a stable job, and the biggest dick in the world. Dr. Sayer took a second before writing his statement down.

"Do you stimulate yourself everyday?"

"No. Only when I need to."

"How many times can you orgasm?"

"I don't know." Aaron wanted to end it right then and there but Dr. Thompkins peered through her glasses with a point. He sighed and continued, "I tried finding my limit but I could never find it. I'd get too bored and stop."

"So what was the highest number you achieved?"

"...thirty-two."

Dr. Thompkins sucked in a breath and shared a meaningful glance with Dr. Sayer. Tam and Crystal, still on their knees and hovering near the side of his cock, also made silent noise.

"Do you feel any different from Ivy's gas attack?"

"No."

"Any physical changes?"

"No."

Dr. Thompkins cracked a smile. "So your penis is always this big?"

"Yes," Aaron lied. Sort-of. It got an inch bigger, which wasn't in the realm of absurdity but still. He'd rather not be subjected to an additional week of hospital examinations, especially if the doctors and nurses were going to act like this.

Dr. Thompkins continued to shoot question after question. He was pretty sure half of them were for her own self-satisfaction because Dr. Sayer wrote about that many. She oftentimes glanced at her senior, shocked, before finding herself enraptured by his erect cock.

Aaron wasn't sure whether to become flaccid so he stayed hard. Apparently, that was the correct choice because the doctors needed him fully erect for the sample of sperm. They said pre-cum wasn't good enough. They needed a full sample, a fresh load of cum.

"Here." Dr. Thompkins offered him a small cup. "The bathroom is right behind you. You can relieve yourself and ejaculate there."

Aaron blinked once, then looked at her as if she was crazy. It was a four-ounce cup, three inches high with a diameter of two inches. He couldn't fit his cock inside it even if he was soft.

"I…should probably give you something else, huh?" Dr. Thompkins took back the sample cup sheepishly. "Tam, Crystal, do we have anything larger?"

The two nurses dived into action. Ten minutes passed, Aaron standing there with a hard-on alongside two fully clothed doctors. The atmosphere was sweaty and the doctors fanned themselves.

Tam and Crystal returned with the same item: a Styrofoam cup. Thirty-two ounces, capable of holding almost a litre of liquid. They seemed a little guilty and anxious. Dr. Thompkins took the cups and raised them to the ceiling, inspecting their size.

"Hm…" She brought the top close to her eye, staring down the cup. "It'll be a tight fit but this is the best we have."

Aaron sighed as she offered him the cups. "I don't have much of a choice, do I?"

The doctors collectively chuckled and Dr. Thompkins joked, "Nope."

He headed over to the bathroom, cock bouncing impressively. He could see the nurses trying to get a peek. He promptly shut the door. The bathroom was white and boring and small. He didn't have much space to jerk off. A toilet at the back, a sink near the door, and a table to the right. The table surface was exactly waist-level, a convenient elevation. He placed the cup on its side, the hole facing him, and started jerking off.

His first erotic thought was Harley. Because a) how the fuck did she escape from GCPD after having blown her back, and b) her phenomenal twerking show was forever embedded into his memories.

"Fuck," Aaron muttered. He recalled her outfit, her knockers that she always enjoyed displaying in a tight corset. Her bare ghostly shoulders and her tattoos. He fantasized about fucking her in her old, iconic harlequin outfit. Diamond-patterned, black and red, and hugging her figure delectably.

His cock throbbed and he spewed out pre-cum.

Poison Ivy.

He unexpectedly liked her. From what he saw on the internet and news, he thought she was a seductress with good intentions but terrible execution; scantily dressed and intelligent, but too mentally ill and powerful to do real good. It would have been interesting to hear her thoughts on climate change given her ecocentric terrorism but ever since he fucked her brains out he could only think about how he'd penetrate her next.

She wasn't as juicy or delicious as Harley when it came to outward appearances, however. She relied on her toxins to do the job for her. Regardless, she was voluptuous and her cunt was much better than Harley's in his opinion. Easily the tightest of all the women he'd fucked. Harley's walls were fucking weird. Always moving, always slobbering around his length. It was gratifying but Aaron was a basic man and preferred the soft tightness of a cunt.

Vicki and Cassandra were normal. Well, Cassandra's pussy was actually quite small and if it wasn't for her training, she would have been badly injured. Vicki was a whore, more or less, but ordinary and a little boring. Unlike Harley or Cassandra, who could take what he dished out, Vicki would roll over after a single creampie.

He wished he could describe Iman but his memory of their session was blurry. Moreover, Iman wasn't in her right mind, Ivy's love gas having corrupted her into madness. Still, from what he remembered, the session was thrilling yet short.

Aaron pumped his cock, grunting. 'Still need to talk to Iman.'

Everybody involved was awake. There were no deaths either, only a few injuries. Samantha, Todd, Noah, and the three chicks he fucked. He caught glimpses of them but was never able to initiate conversation. Aaron was awkward like that.

He snorted to himself. 'I can fuck Harley Quinn in the ass but I can't talk to my coworkers in the halls. Amazing.'

Harley's asshole. God, he felt invigorated by the image of it. The sensation. He pumped his cock until he gasped and the pressure released.

He grabbed the cup and shoved it against the bulging tip of his cock. The first cumshot hit the cup hard enough to push the cup back. The second, the third, the fourth. Eight long spurts of thick, creamy spunk and it was full. The cup overflowed. Aaron didn't initially realize it but soon he saw white dripping onto the table.

"Shit," Aaron cursed to himself. In between powerful throbs, he slammed the cup onto the table and ran to the toilet. He might as well have been pissing with how much cum there was. For him, two days of no ejaculation was like blue balling an average man for a month. It bolstered and intensified his climax greatly, to the point where he felt like the coiled up tension in his body was leaving. The thought of getting caught, of Harley and Ivy finding him, drained away into the toilet. He sighed and simply came till his seed started to ooze rather than fling across.

He cleaned himself up with tissue paper. The Styrofoam cup was slightly cracked from the pressure of his ejaculation and nearly overflowing. Still, he got it.