The aftermath

An hour later and the complete aura of the sun reached down on Gotham. The morning ambience filled the room, although the stench of sex lingered. The lean caucasian male sat at the edge of the bed, naked as he drank a cup of mocha latte. His flaccid penis was a third leg, a merciless monster of incomparable proportions. His nutsack hung between his legs as a hairless satchel of flesh, and was dutifully watched and caressed by Selina. She lay flat on the carpet floor, shiny emerald eyes reflecting the hefty ballsack. She touched it, smooched it, and silently appraised it as if she was fixing the underside of a car.

Aaron didn't mind as long as she didn't spill his cup. He licked up the cream creasing his lips and waited as the two women behind him on the bed inspected the duffel bag. The strangeness of the pistol wasn't lost on him so he needed a second and third opinion. Hadiyah and Jaina were intelligent women. He was sure to get something out of them.

"I believe it's a metahuman weapon," Jaina said.

"Meaning…?" Aaron probed.

"It targets metahumans," Jaina replied unhelpfully. "Where did you find this anyway?"

"He stole it from me," answered Selina, voice muffled from her low position and his overbearing sac. She drank in the inescapable fragrance of his cum and sweat. "And you're almost correct. It targets metahumans and drains them of their powers."

"Why didn't you just tell us from the start," Jaina asked, annoyed. Aaron was inclined to agree. He sipped his coffee to quell his anguish.

Selina giggled. "Because a cat never tells." Then, after kissing his left nut tenderly, she added, "Unless given something to play, of course. Rawr~!"

His ballsack dangled and she was acting like a cat playing with a yarn. It was half-adorable, half-bizarre. Aaron pursed his lips and continued drinking his coffee in silence.

"Anything else you can tell us?" Hadiyah asked. He could hear her adjusting the pistol and checking its steely material. Her fingers sliding down its edges. His ears twitched.

"It's a Monday. Why not relax?" Selina suggested. Aaron pushed his cock and family jewels aside and peered down at her meaningly. The thief rolled her eyes and explained dutifully, "I believe this is a prototype. S.T.A.R Labs also had a bigger version of this machine. Like…the size of a dinosaur tall."

Without directly ordering them to, it seemed like the women naturally obeyed him. His powers were growing. He had known this but now it was more obvious than ever. Selina was still here rather than running away with the duffel bag and the mystery pistol inside. She communicated with him in her usual coy, kittenish tone yet did not dare to leave his side.

"Speaking of size," Selina blabbered on, "your balls are so much bigger than what I'm used to. They're like soft balls. Most men are like eggs or walnuts–like the Bat, for example. For all the rumours about his balls being the size of Jupiter, he's actually quite average. How do you think he walks around wearing trunks? Trust me, he's nothing to write home about. If you tried wearing those trunks of his, you'd get arrested for public indecency rather than vigilantism." A giggle. "Mrraaoo~! Do you have a perpetual case of blue balls, love?"

The leathery pouch containing his oversized testicles swung as her slender fingers rocked it back and forth. Aaron took another sip of his coffee and ignored her question.

"Where was it?" Aaron asked. He recalled her coming out the elevator and guessed, "Was there a secret underground floor?"

"Of course there was a secret underground floor," Selina replied. She was prepared to elaborate but stopped herself as a strong, masculine smell whiffed into her nose. Aaron's flaccid dong hung above her lips like a mouthwatering piece of meat. The glorious cock and its divine nutsack shifted as Aaron spoke and drank his coffee. Distracted by its sudden sway, Selina kissed the tip and then grabbed it with one hand then the other.

"Cock," she moaned, planting an extra kiss. "Cock…"

Aaron sipped on his drink and chided her. "Focus, cat." This behaviour wasn't a surprise to him. Most women became addicted to his manhood by the end of a session. Seriously, toying with his ballsack was like a drop in the bucket amongst the experiments he did with Cassandra.

Selina snapped out her trance and pouted. "It's corporate laboratory design 101. Underground levels are needed for experiments that tussle with safety guidelines. Security is typically tight. For me though, it's as easy as one-two-three. Find a schedule of their patrols, hack into their database and snag the building's blueprints, discover and exploit a weakness in security, steal an ID and a reliable set of fingerprints, use my special contacts for the eye scan, and voila! The elevator goes down, down, down to the lowest level."

Jaina bristled. "Not bad," she admitted.

Aaron stared off into the wall. His thoughts were a mess. A large machine capable of stealing metahuman abilities…? Who would want such a thing to be built? He could cross off the Penguin and Batman. They had no association with S.T.A.R Labs. Lucius Fox…no. Julia Pennyworth? Also unlikely. He mentally formulated a list of notable individuals with power in Gotham.

"Could S.T.A.R Labs be working for Leviathan?"

At night, there were battles and conflicts between the Bat Family and the mindless drones of Leviathan. To prevent the arrival of the Justice League or any meta powered superhero, it was possible they built the weapon to tip the scale in their favour.

"That's quite the random deduction," Selina commented, a finger going down the veins of his hanging cock. "But likely. I caught wind of this weapon because of Leviathan. Did some hacking, found out they were hiding something here, etc, etc. And when I got there, I saw signs of people there. You know, freshly polished weapons, armouries, that sort of thing. The machine was also very, very active."

"We need to shut it off," Aaron said, looking pointedly at Selina. "Was there an off switch?"

"Not that I saw," Selina responded, shrugging. "It was massive and hooked up with tubes. I couldn't begin to guess what its power source is or how it works."

'Nobody here is an engineer either. How unlucky.' His other option was trashing the machine. 'No, if we start destroying it willy-nilly, there's a risk of an explosion. A massive one.'

"Hadiyah," Aaron called, "your friend Vol was able to hack into the Justice League's database and even Amanda Waller's servers. Get him to do some research on S.T.A.R Labs."

"Of course–" Master, Hadiyah almost slipped out.

"And Selina?"

"Yes?" From his perspective, most of her face was hidden by his manhood. Her cool breath tickled his glans and scrotum, and he could make out the creases of a ruby red smile.