Yes

They would have argued but the loud clap of his dong made it difficult to speak up. Aaron opened the door and peered out into the hall carefully. That was when he saw them: Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn. Standing, talking, distracted.

'I could take them down but…eh. Maybe it's the aphrodisiac but I kinda want to fuck them.'

His mind was misty and after peeking at the female figures it got mistier. Ivy was nearby and the effect of her pheromones grew stronger with the proximity.

He pushed the door and walked through.

'I need to pretend I'm controlled. Then either fuck them or knock them **** when the opportunity comes. Whichever comes first.'

Harley turned, noticing his presence and froze. Her eyes were glued to his limp cock, jaw dropped.

"Ivy," Harley called, elbowing her girlfriend. "The horse is here."

"Harl, what–" Ivy's eyes went wide. Aaron stayed still and allowed her eyes to roam his body. Perfect pecs, lean abdomen down to his obliques which led to a dangling sack tightly packed with balls larger than tomatoes and a beige member longer than her vision could fully capture.

It took everything in Aaron's willpower not to get hard. Ivy's outfit consisted of a vermillion blouse three sizes too small–held together by a single button on her ample breasts–and panties seemingly formed from plants. Her long legs, her cleavage, nearly every inch of her ravishing green complexion could be seen.

There was a reason Ivy was the most successful seductress in Gotham. She might have been **** in her ideals but she was undeniably sexy.

And of course next to her was her partner, Harley. The woman whose looks needed no introduction. Short shorts, a strapless corset unabashedly displaying her ample cleavage and naval, knee high socks and boots. Her costume flickered between red and black, the corset and shorts half and half with the colours. She was deathly pale, her lips a dark rouge, and her hair tied in its iconic pigtails–blonde with pink on one side and blue on the other.

Harley also wore a bullet waist belt and a few guns. Upon seeing his cock though, she tossed the heavy-gun belt away.

"Oh my, Harley." Ivy regained her composure and licked her lips. "My, oh my. This is…quite a male specimen, isn't it?"

Ivy snapped her fingers.

The grass and flowers underneath him suddenly blossomed into something resembling a sunflower. Before he knew it, a purple mist clouded him. It wasn't an aphrodisiac but an attempt to steal his mind away from him. A toxin rather than pheromones. Luckily, Aaron was ready. With an ironclad will, he resisted. He ignored Ivy's call, from the voices to the desire ignited in his balls.

'Minemimemineminemine–'

Given the small smile on her face, Ivy didn't even consider that he could resist, that he could be acting. Her view on men–on humanity–ironically gave her a huge ego that prevented her from unveiling the truth.

"Looks like we've got another toy!" Harley exclaimed, standing on her toes, ready to leap over to him. "We should take him wit' us, Red. I mean seriously, we hit the jackpot wit' dis guy! He's bigguh than all the dildos we have at home and he's not even revved up yet!"

"I agree," Ivy said, approaching him. Hand cupping her cheek, hips swaying. "No pubic hair and no excess hair. Just how I like it."

"Ya think he goes for a Brazilian wax every week?"

"I don't particularly care," said Ivy. "What's important is that he could impregnate a thousand women with those hefty balls. Dangerous but useful for us."

Aaron remained as still as a stone statue, feigning mind control. His heart pounded against his ribcage. The bewitching Poison Ivy consumed his male instincts.

'Minemimemineminemine–'

'Not yet,' he thought, holding on to the last shred of goodness in his tempted mind. 'Not yet!'

The pair were all over him. Harley especially, her bleached hands running over his pecs and biceps. Ivy was less touchy, preferring to circle around him and scan him. Aaron could smell her pussy dampening. The more she absorbed his perfect body, the more aroused she got.

"Nice ass too!" Aaron nearly winced as Harley slapped him on the ass. But in the end he did not allow a semblance of emotion to appear on his face. From Harley and Ivy's perspective, for all intents and purposes, he was their ****. Their puppet. They could do whatever they wanted with him now.

At least that was what they thought. They couldn't be further from the truth. Aaron was in control of his mind and body right now. Although he was somewhat muddled and horny, his actions were his own.

'Fuck or fight?'