The gym

Two thousand pounds of weight.

A tiny willy close to her face.

Cassandra Cain was a woman of focus and commitment.

The private training room was dead silent, aside from the rhythmic clanking of metal and the occasional grunt from Cassandra Cain as she powered through another rep.

Hiro Okamura stood with his tiny cock out and near her face, diligently spotting her, his face somewhere between admiration and existential dread. Cassandra was currently on her two-hundredth rep, the auto-adjusting weight bar responding to her muscle contractions and steadily increasing resistance with each press.

Hiro, meanwhile, was starting to wonder if he should have brought a suit of power armor just to keep up. His scrawny frame and tiny worm dick did not help his nerves.

That was Cassandra for you. Woman of few words. Woman of terrifying strength. Woman who had absolutely no idea Hiro was crushing on her with all the power of a malfunctioning rocket engine.

Hiro breathed unevenly, eyes darting at Cassandra’s breasts. Much of her was lean, compact muscle. And yet, she moved effortlessly, barely breaking a sweat as she pushed herself further.

Meanwhile, Hiro… was struggling with his own problem.

He was not, let’s say, well-endowed. His tiny dick was twitching and Cassandra? She didn’t notice. She didn’t care. Cassandra Cain, his little crush, who had a lithe Asian body and the skills of an apex predator, was lifting a weight set that could crush a lesser human into a fine paste and literally ignored the dick of the dude close to her. It didn’t exactly do much for his confidence.

“Phew.”

Cassandra finally set the bar back on the rack, stretching her arms as she sat up. Sweat poured down her temple and she swiped a strand of her hair across her forehead. Hiro got a towel for her. Cassandra took it and cleaned herself. She hung it over her shoulder then fixed Hiro with a stare.

Hiro popped a boner. Almost four inches of Asian dick. Cassandra hardly cared. She smiled. “Thank you. For everything.”

Yep, the barbells and everything else here was his doing. Call him a simp but this Asian chick was hot and he wanted to do everything in his power to make her talk to him. Although, honestly? The last time he was this close to a naked woman was never. So her talking to him with a smile….

He almost nutted and sputtered out, “N-no issue.” Hiro gulped. Sitting there like that, sweating and smiling at him. He had to do it. He had to. Hiro Okamura, the Toyman, mustered up his courage, wore a crooked smile, and said, “Say, Cassandra, are you available—”

The gym door opened.

Thwap, thwap, thwap!

“Oh, Hiro. Hello.”

The well-hung white man known as Aaron Reigner entered the room. That big ass dick of his immediately made his own dick go limp. Hiro's eyes went as wide as his thoughts: ‘Holllllyyyyyy shiiit! This dude is a horse!’

“Aaron!”

Nude Cassandra jogged over. Hiro eyed her ass but promptly looked away when she side-hugged Aaron and saw that absurd cock of his. Envy couldn't begin to describe Hiro. They weren’t being lovey-dovey. She didn’t hug him for too long.

But he also knew that smile of hers was different with him.

“I'm going to work out for a bit longer,” Cassandra said. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine. Go ahead.”

Cassandra nodded and jogged over to another station. Suddenly, Hiro and Aaron were shoulders. Both flaccid. One small, one hung.

“Cass told you me that gifted all this to the hot spring. I’m sure Eiko will appreciate it.”

“Haha, yeah.”

God dammit. As much as Hiro wanted to hate on the guy…he couldn’t. He was cool. He was nice. He wasn’t purposely humiliating him. He was just that hung because he was born with it. He was dating Cassandra because she loved him. It was as simple as that.

“Oh, by the way…” Aaron tilted over just slightly to whisper. “You and Calvin gave Cass advice, right? What did you tell her?”

“O-oh. Uh…” Yeah, he knew exactly what Aaron was talking about. “She, um, asked to make a big…” Hiro glanced at Aaron’s flaccid cock. Was he going to get mad? Probably not, right? Just look at him. “B-big dildo. She squatted down on it while holding up two thousand pounds.” He thought about just pointing to it. Pursing his lips, he ended up walking over and showing him. Hidden behind the shelf of dumbbells at the other end of the room was a huge black dildo.

“I, err, made it with Calvin's help.”

“A dildo in the shape of his cock…” Aaron hummed and pressed the dildo on his thigh, comparing it to his flaccid dick. “Hm…”

Hiro’s jaw clenched.

Even flaccid, Aaron was bigger than Superman’s BBC.

“S-she said it was passable for practice,” Hiro murmured.

Fucking hell. A Superman of another world, a literal Super BBC, was smaller than Aaron Reigner flaccid schlong. The white fucker was so hung that a dildo like this meant nothing.

“I'll have to thank him. Cassandra has been amazing when we were together.” He glanced at Hiro and gave a nod. “You too. Thank you again, Hiro.”

This dude was thanking him for helping make a dildo that made their sex life better. Hiro felt equally pathetic as he was proud. Toyman, being among the top five smartest men in the world, loved to be praised and, even more than that, loved to be correct. Indeed, he told Cassandra he would make things better for her. He did, in exchange for tearing apart his own male ego.

Hiro's Asian cock was but a fraction of these horse cocks. Whether it was Aaron or Calvin, he was just tiny. So to smile, shake hands, and earn the respect of a stud like Aaron was humbling. Truly humbling. He felt like he had done something truly right for the world.

Cassandra's grunts could be heard. She was squatting with plates three feet tall, literally half her size.

He could also see her pussy.

Hiro’s cock immediately sprung up an erection and his breathing slowed. Just…wow.

Then he heard a drip and his stomach sank.

Aaron Reigner, the man beside him, had sprouted a fourteen inch monster erection. Hiro's little dick was a third of him.

Cassandra Cain's ass kept flexing. Kept repping.

Pre-cum fell in giant heaps from the tip of Aaron’s white pipe. Hiro was in awe and envy.

Two men. Two boners. Two vastly different outcomes and views.