Security room

He pushed the shame to the back of his mind as he headed to the security room. He kept his guard up though. Strutting nude while two highly dangerous super villains roamed the building was risky. Idiotic, even. Unfortunately, Aaron didn't have the luxury to sit back and relax. Initiative was necessary this time.

While in the foyer, he heard things from behind the security room entrance. Screams? Shrieks? As he stared at the black door and focused, he realized what it was. The noises were erratic and human. Loud and pumped with fever.

'They're all fucking each other.'

There were more women than men in the security team and he could hear the men struggling. Aaron bit his bottom lip and opened the door. The security room was massive and dark. Tons of screens and computers lit the place up. There were six main stations and at the front a wide, hundred inch monitor taking up a decent portion of the wall. Although everything was turned on, the screens were grey as if corrupted.

Aaron's presence wasn't noted at first because, as expected, everybody was fucking the living shit out of each other.

'Actually, it looks like the women are fucking the men.'

Near a station to the back, there was a white man getting double-teamed by two black chicks. A tall lady with long dreadlocks was sitting on his face while a second woman with a fat ass rode him. The poor man was young but clearly overwhelmed judging by how locked up he was.

There was another white guy near their area, forgotten and drained. His cock was shrivelled up to the size of a worm and cum was peppered from his stomach down to his leg.

Directly in front of the large, overhead monitor was an older black guy and a blooming young blonde. The man was tall and his back was sculpted, yet he was getting absolutely fucked over. Literally.

The middle-aged man was on his back, legs pointing to the ceiling, his ankles clutched by the blonde chick like horns. She pulled herself in, smirking, then plunged back in. Over and over and over again. The man writhed under her constantly shifting weight. Groans left him like wildfire.

"Move your ass!" One of her hands released his foot and slapped his ass. "Move it!"

The blonde was getting agitated. The man wasn't fucking her hard enough.

Brows furrowed, she pressed his legs down, pushing him over. Not only was his ass totally laid bare, but he couldn't escape. The ashy man could do nothing as she used him like a dildo.

'These guys need help. They're going to die at this rate.' Aaron decided to step in. When he did, the three women noticed and snapped their necks towards him, eyes deranged and attracted to the thing between his legs. They didn't seem human as they stopped, rose up from their chosen partners, and edged to him.

The pair of tangerines swinging between his legs brought noise and attention. Like predatory beasts, their noses twitched and they jumped him.

Three women, one man. One cock. He was faced with greater numbers, resolve broken into animalistic behaviour, and gorgeous women.

Frankly, it wasn't much of a challenge. At least for Aaron.

"Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! OH FUCK! IT'S SO GOOD! SO DEEP!"

"PLEASE! PLEASE! YOUR BIG COCK IS TOO MUCH!"

He demolished their holes and made them know who they were messing with. Poison Ivy's love potion or not, they didn't stand a chance against the perfect male specimen: Aaron Reigner. His big burly cock drilled into them to imprint this truth. He turned their bodies into his personal cum dumpsters.

"P-PLEASE! I HAVE A BOYFRIEND! Y-YOU'LL…FUCK! YOU'RE SO MUCH BIGGER THAN HIM! YOU'RE GOING TO MAKE ME FORGET HIIIIIMMMM!"

The lady with the long orange dreads claimed she had a boyfriend. She was tall and pretty, so he didn't question it. But given the situation, he couldn't stop fucking her. He couldn't risk her messing with the guys again.

It didn't take long. He gave each of them a creampie and a good ten minutes of raw, aggressive rutting. Finished, on their stomachs, totally and utterly fucked, Aaron got up. He sensed two people approaching him from behind. It was the two men who got railed and he needed to bail out.

"Err." The young white guy to the right was a little scared. He flickered between the three creampied women, the big dick responsible, and Aaron's face. "Thanks, dude."

Aaron nodded curtly. His penis went limp and slapped back on his thigh. To soften the accompanying discomfort from the metaphorical and literal blow, he added, "No problem."

"Umm, I'm Todd and this is Noah," the white guy introduced, gesturing to his friend. Dark-skinned, over six feet tall, slightly muscular, and with greys in his coiled hair, it was bewildering to think that a five-foot-three blonde had been overwhelming him just minutes ago.

"Hey," Noah greeted in a deep voice. Again, he sounded dependable and reserved. Not at all the type of person to get fucked over by a midget.

Looking between his legs, however, gave Aaron the clarity he needed. Noah, despite his impressive frame, had a dick shrunken down to a one inch nub while also sticking over his equally tiny balls. The image of a secure black man was shattered, his manhood looking microscopic in comparison to the rest of his body.

Even Todd, who was average in every capacity–from his neat black hair to his somewhat scrawny build–had a bigger dick than Noah. An inch longer, maybe, and twice as thick.

Given the racial stereotypes everybody was accustomed to, it was jarring to see. Two white guys eclipsing the brawny black man. They were all flaccid, of course, but it didn't matter if they were showers or growers because of Aaron.

Aaron absolutely crushed the concept of racial superiority. An eight inch tool of destruction hung between his legs with balls larger than fists. Todd and Noah combined couldn't measure up to Aaron. They could mush their nuts together and still not match a single testicle of Aaron's. He was that far above them. He was a superior male. It had nothing to do with race.

"I'm Aaron," he said, "Are you guys alright? Did Ivy come through here?"

"For a bit, yeah, but once she had us under that spell she left. The front security team got sealed in those giant vines, I think," Todd said, rubbing his neck sheepishly. It was definitely awkward to be standing nude in front of other males, especially since Aaron was visibly and plainly larger. Mind bogglingly larger. It was like comparing grapes and tangerines, which in Noah's case was actually accurate. His balls were small, the size of grapes and unable to bounce or make noise, while Aaron's nuts could spin like a helicopter.

"I see."

Wordlessly, Aaron jogged over to the **** man near the last station close to where Todd had been getting double-teamed. Aaron crouched down, his cockhead touching the floor, and checked his pulse. "This guy is okay. Was he…?"

"Oh, uh…" Todd crouched down alongside him and immediately it became apparent just how well hung Aaron was; just how much bigger he was than Todd. While Aaron needed to adjust himself to stop the tip of his dick from brushing against the floor, Todd's penis was all the way up there with his sack. It was barely hanging and absolutely nothing like Aaron's dangling member. No remote chance of touching the floor, much less a woman's womb. "His name is Giovanni. Err, Benita's boyfriend. The girl who screamed she had a boyfriend? Yeah, this is her boyfriend."

'The girl with the dreads, huh. She had a nice, tall body. My bad.'

"Hm." Aaron glanced at Giovanni's empty manhood with pity. Tiny balls devoid of sperm, tiny penis unable to stay hard, and very limited stamina. Giovanni was in the worst state of his life. Not to mention he didn't have much going for him in the first place. He wasn't super tall like Noah or packing like Aaron was. Giovanni was a normal dude with a skinny body type and a caesar cut unfitting for his oblong head. And now that Aaron fucked his girlfriend's hole till it was loose enough to fit only his mega-sized cock, there was no way sex with his girl would ever be the same. Nope, no way. Aaron had fucked her too hard and deep for her to ever be satisfied with this limp dicked man.

'Woah, what?' Aaron shook his head. He could be cold and antisocial but not mean. He didn't judge males by the size of their penises. That was just pathetic.

So…what were these thoughts swirling in his head? Why was he suddenly feeling like the alpha?

He bit his tongue and bent this primal musing into the back of his head. This was Ivy's doing. She wanted to pit the males against each other.

'Well, I'm not playing your game, Ivy.'

"Is he going to wake up?" Noah asked, speaking up finally and hovering over them.

"Yes. He's only exhausted," Aaron said, returning to his full height. By adjusting his breathing patterns, he managed to simmer his male instincts. "I estimate he'll come around in three or so hours."

"Three hours? Damn." Noah crossed his arms. "When is the GCPD coming?"

"No clue. Cellular service is off. I think Ivy is behind it," Aaron responded. Todd and Noah exchanged glances.

"Didn't I see that on the news?" Todd asked himself. "People couldn't call authorities because of one of Ivy's plants? Yeah, I'm pretty sure I did hear about that!"

"Her plant probably emits a frequency of some kind that affects a particular area," Aaron deduced. "We can't leave either since the front door is blocked."

"What about emergency exits?" Noah asked.

"Blocked as well," Aaron answered. "Unless we want bloody fists on top of another dose of sex addiction, there's no breaking through them."

"Shit. I'm also guessing we're stuck being naked?"

Noah's assumption made Todd cringe. He didn't want to accept it but he had to. "I think so. Doesn't her body naturally produce pheromones?" Todd questioned.

"Yes. Mind control and sexual arousal are what her pheromones are able to do," Aaron explained. "And she amplifies the effects by adding planet-based toxins throughout whichever place she's invading, usually over our heads." There was a brief glance at the ceiling. Indeed, there were small spores of green and pink. "I bet the security team got hit first and either fucked each other till they were **** or were made her temporary lackeys. After that, she affected the entire building and shut it down. From there, she could explore as she pleased."

Simple observations led to simple deductions. The clues of mayhem Ivy left behind were easy to decipher, from her initial plan to her method of attack.

"T-that's crazy," Todd commented. "Ivy is, uh, really getting powerful, eh?"

"Too powerful," said Noah. "I don't think the GCPD can handle her."

There was silence. Todd grumbled under his breath, eyes down and feet shifting from the uncomfortable nature of their situation. He was prepared to say something, a complaint considering his generic personality. But the moment Todd opened his mouth, they heard a laugh. Maniacal, crazy, and amused, and distinctly cartoonish.

"That's Harley Quinn," Noah said, tense. "She's right outside."

"Oh…oh my god." Todd's eyes turned into ovals and his voice was shaking. A strong smell filled their noses and the three of them were suddenly re-energized. "And this odour. Holy moly–I think it's Poison Ivy…!"

Her pheromones. That was the smell. He could see the two guys stepping back and away. There was a whole wall and door blocking them from Ivy yet her fragrance still leaked inside. Looking between them, it was clear Aaron was the only person equipped to deal with the situation.

"I'll go. You two stay put."