Cassandra's new guy friends

...and in echoed a sound Aaron did not think he would hear from anyone but himself. Thwap! Thwap! Thwap! The sound of a meaty schlong slapping against a thigh.

“Ah, Mrs. Cain. It seems you beat us here, just like yesterday.”

A tall black man entered the gym room. Aaron's eyes narrowed while Cassandra brightened.

‘That guy…’

Knowledge from the Collective **** flooded him. He knew who this was.

“Calvin!” Cassandra waved at him with an arm. “Hi!”

Kalel of Earth-23, also known as Calvin Ellis, or best known as the paragon of power and dignity—Superman. Even without his suit, he embodied the very essence of Superman—a black man sculpted by the forces of a world that demanded excellence from him at all times. His broad shoulders and chiseled chest displayed the strength of a being who has lifted entire realities upon his back. Every muscle was defined, every sinew a testament to Kryptonian perfection.

The black brother was hung too.

His rich, dark skin gleamed under the sunlight, unmarred and unshaken, like a living statue carved from onyx. The sheer power in his physique was undeniable—his arms thick with strength, his core impossibly tight, legs built to launch him into the sky with the **** of a god. And yet, there was an ease to him, a regal composure that reminded everyone in his presence that he was not merely a warrior but a leader.

Thwap! Thwap! Thwap! Even standing nude and walking with a swinging dick, Calvin was commanding. He did not shrink. He did not flinch. Because why would he? He was President Superman, the leader of a world, the guardian of many, and the head of the Justice League Incarnate.

Beside him, equally nude, was a young Japanese male. Somebody Aaron had seen here before—Toyman or in this case, Hiro Okamura. The scrawny, Japanese teen looked downright tiny compared to Calvin.

“Cassandra, hi.” A shy smile and greeting from him. It became clear what was happening here: Hiro and Kalel had been her gym friends. Toyman and Superman taught her some lessons on how to please a man.

If he were any other man, the conclusion would not be:

‘Huh, Cass made friends. That's great.’

Insecurity and jealousy and mistrust just didn't exist in their relationship. The chances of Cassandra Cain fucking another man was zero. Her pussy was tamed. Her womb was conquered. Her heart was stolen. Those dumb moments in fiction where misunderstandings occurred did not happen here. Aaron was happy to greet them alongside Cassandra.

“Oh, you have GOT to be kidding me,” Hiro murmured upon seeing Aaron and his bobbing monster erection.

“Hello, hello!” Cassandra skipped over, smiling and waving her hands. “Good to see you two again!”

Three nude men, one nude woman.

Calvin's gaze dipped down. He blinked rapidly and crossed his arms. “Sorry if we were…intruding.”

Hiro Okamura—popping a four inch boner upon seeing Cassandra.

Calvin—seven inches flaccid and arms crossed.

Aaron Reigner—fourteen inches of throbbing cock.

Everybody knew the alpha here. The biggest cock in the room. The great Superman of Earth 23 had his lips set in the flattest line ever. He was intimidated.

“Calvin Ellis.” Yet he offered a hand. “You must be Cassandra's boyfriend. I've been spotting her these last couple days.”

“Thank you, I appreciate that.”

Hands were exchanged. Cocks were silently compared.

BBC vs BWC. There was one clear victor.

“Even Calvin looks tiny,” Hiro murmured. Oh, sure, one was flaccid and the other wasn't, it was nonetheless clear who was bigger and better. Seven inches versus fourteen inches? Come on, he was literally half that of Aaron. He was NOT catching up.

“This is the first time I've encountered someone more hung than me. Ms. Cain must be a happy woman.”

Indeed, everyone in the room knew that if Calvin and Hiro tried fucking her, Cassandra would giggle. When Aaron saw her eyes and examined the other cocks, he read her mind and heard…nothing good. For Cassandra, these cocks were so tiny and cute that there was hardly a fleeting thought.

“Told you,” Cassandra said. “He has a waaay bigger dick than you, Calvin. You don't really compare.”

Cassandra bent over, looking at the flaccid black schlong. “Seven inches…it's pretty cute.”

Calvin…

Calvin laughed. “This is the first time any woman has called my physique. It appears the phrase, ‘There is always a bigger fish in the pond’ is true!”

Calvin was chill. He did not mind being utterly outclassed. Why? Because he was Superman. He was a good man. A president. A man with pride in himself.

Then there was Hiro. To pop a boner in front of a taken girl was embarrassing. Except he was tiny so no one cared.

“So, um, are you going to need help spotting or…?”

“No, I'm done for today.” Cassandra looped her arm around Aaron's. “We're going on a date. To the mall!”

“Good luck,” Calvin said with a smile. “If you need advice, you know where to find me.”

Calvin gave firm nods and went over to the weights. Aaron eyed him discreetly.

‘What is the leader of the Justice League Incarnate even doing here?’

“Come, come.” Cassandra tugged at his arm. “Let's go, go, go!”

Aaron figured he would have time for that later. Today, he had a date with his girl.