Aaron steps up

Immediately, her gaze darted to Aaron and his endowment. She gulped and pressed her arm into her breasts deeper.

"Alright, I got it. I'll distract them." Aaron sighed. He could definitely fulfil his hypnosis' quota if he did something drastic.

"You sure?" Cassandra asked. She did not want to let go of him. She did not want to throw him into a pack of hungry wolves. Gently, he pushed her arms off him.

"I'll be fine. Go. You guys are the acrobatics here."

"T-thanks." Another stammer and glance from Barbara. "We…thanks!"

They stepped into the chaos. Aaron watched as their feet cautiously avoided the bodies. Cassandra was lithe and slipped through very easily. She was Cassandra Cain, of course she was able to do it. What surprised him was Barbara. She was three steps behind but still agile and quick.

'I wonder how strong she was in her prime,' Aaron pondered. 'With that kind of body, memory, and genius, she might have been able to reach Catwoman's level of ability.'

Goosebumps. Heat.

Aaron sensed someone behind him, spun back, and ran into dusky boobs. The woman was leaning forward, a smile on her face, hands on her knees, somewhat covering her breasts but mostly emphasizing.

The woman must have been well over six and a half feet tall. Easily two heads taller than if all he could see right now were titties. He glanced up. The tall woman was pretty with a wide smile and lusty orange eyes.

"Oh my goddd!"

"That's amazing!"

"So much bigger than my boyfriend!"

And the comparisons flooded in. Now that he was back to facing the crowd, all attention was squarely on his crotch. Aaron also didn't need superhuman hearing to hear the lamentation of the men.

"That's ridiculous…he's like twice my size and he's soft…"

"Fuck, I'm jealous."

"Bro, what…? Why can't my dick be that size?"

He was surrounded before he knew it. His eyes darted and counted up to ten women. Immediately, like a light bulb went off, he sprang into an erection. The woman who surprised him, with the white smile and mid-back wavy curly hair, was wide-eyed.

'...oh, right. Masks are optional.' Even so, it felt weird to be the only person wearing a mask–a Batman mask of all things too.

"Wow." She exhaled. "That is definitely the biggest dick that I've seen in my life."

Then came the smouldering feeling of boobs against his arms and back. More and more came and he sighed. He focused on his hearing. Bad idea.

"Ome, get back here!" a man demanded amidst the background. The footsteps of his girlfriend did not stop.

"His cock is sooo much bigger, love," Ome replied, much to his displeasure. "Just this once~"

Voices, squeals, snickers, and kisses. Again, it was a bad idea.

"Come on, Batman~"

"Big cock~"

"Give us some attention!"

Giggles and laughter and the smell of roses and strawberries and countless fruits. He could feel many hands lifting his shaft, reverring. He opened his eyes.

"Mm, love your baby makers."

"So amazing!"

Four chicks were underneath him, hands going up and down his sack. Two per oversized testicle; a shiny long-haired Latino and a bald African, and two silky haired Arab women.

Then there were the ladies surrounding his hardening cock. Cooing and blowing cold air over his length. Three heads at each side and another two at the bellend. It was insane. It was ridiculous. He was like a harem god stealing everyone's bitches. A couple of them even wore ring fingers.

"Mmm, he's three times bigger than my husband."

"Look at those veins~"

"His balls are bigger than my hubby's fists!"

They seemed to recognize that fact and burst into another round of giddy praise. The husbands, boyfriends, and dates of some of the ladies became hard but couldn't even come close to reaching his size. They stood by, however, recognizing his superiority. He was allowed to fuck their wives and girlfriends. That was the law of the sex club.

'Damn. They really aren't going to reprimand me? I guess there's a reason Gotham City is known for its sex clubs. God damn.'

Exhaling, his gaze moved from women to women. To the sides of his shaft were black chicks. Six with unique hair styles: large shiny twists, long yarn braids, bantu knots, puffy curls, box braid bun, and a half-up braided bun.

At the front of his cock were the Latino babes. A lighter woman with loose, long indigo hair. A symbol of being unmarried. She was particularly taken by his phenomenally girthy circumcised head. Her tongue sat on her lips, waiting. Beside her were two married women. One a trophy wife with short black hair, her side bangs plaited and tied over her forehead. Another with sizable space buns like Princess Leia from Star Wars.

"Just because they're praising your big bad cock doesn't mean you should ignore us," a sultry voice whispered into his right ear, comforting his arm with pillowy mounds. The middle-eastern woman was a redhead and smirked precariously.

Opposite to her was an amazon of a woman. She was physically alike to the guards, grand and imposing, muscular and inhuman. Her fat titties were casually sitting on his head.

"Big cock, big balls, Batman," she said, smirking. Her words stirred something in him and his cock twitched. The amazon-like woman peered down at him. Having a bob cut, she looked sexy as fuck. "Mmm. Biggest cock, biggest balls."

The left side of his face was suddenly buried by her jugs.

Behind was a brunette with massive titties, rivalling Jaina and White Rabbit. She giggled and put her chin on his shoulder.

Twelve women. Naked. Horny. Thirsty.

Fifty spectators watching in envy and awe.

God.

At this rate, he was going to fuck all these women. He was going to demolish this club. He was going to put the word hedonist in the Hedonist Society. What would Cassandra and Barbara say when they returned?