Birthday II // Outer Harem

Home. His real home. Two rooms, a single bathroom, on the end of the third floor with the balcony facing the parking lot. Unit 301.

Opening the door, Aaron sensed his closest friends inside. The telepathic link between them couldn't be mistaken. His faith in them couldn't be wrong.

Aaron headed into the living room and–

"Happy birthday!"

The lights flicked on and confetti and party poppers went off. Half a dozen people sprung out from behind the couch, all of them wearing smiles and spreading laughter.

"Happy birthday, happy birthday!" Chloe repeated, grinning. "Happy birthday, Aaron!"

"Alright, alright, settle down." The babysitter, Carrie, put a hand on Chloe's shoulder. "Happy birthday."

Well, this was crushingly sweet. A warm feeling went from his neck down to his stomach, making flips of joy. Chloe, Cassandra, Stephanie, Tim, Damian, Duke, Carrie, and, most surprisingly, the members of We Are Robin: Izzy, Riko, Daxton, and Andre. Aaron hadn't seen them in a long time. 

Aaron wasn't worried, however. Julia, as the Nest, had told We Are Robin not to tell anyone, including Duke, about his involvement in their operations. There was no reason for them to break that promise. 

Aaron was safe. In fact, he appreciated their presence.

"Happy birthday," Cassandra and Stephanie chorused together, giggling. There was a large cake on the table, lit with twenty six candles and decorated in chocolate. Aaron chuckled.

"Is this all for me?" he asked jokingly.

"Hey, well, if you don't want it," Tim said, nudging at the cake, "I'll take it."

"Nah, hold up, we already decided how we'd split it," Daxton interjected.

"Fine, fine," Tim said, sighing. "Man, I'm hungry."

"Then let's get to cutting the cake," Aaron said, stifling his amusement. "Might as well, right?"

"Right! Gifts will be after!" Chloe exclaimed.

Aaron raised a brow but didn't say anything otherwise.

The cake was cut, the candles were blown, and the happy birthday song was sung. It was a merry time overall. There was laughter and giggles and plenty of smiling and joking. 

This was the first time in his life someone had told him happy birthday like this. That someone had thrown him a party. It felt nice. He felt…wanted. 

Eventually, as they ate, they divided into groups. Aaron stuck with Duke, Daxton, and Andre–the We Are Robin squad. Damian and Chloe were off to the side, arguing while supervised by Tim. The remaining girls talked amongst themselves.

"It's been a while, eh," Duke said. He took a bite of the cake and started nodding with a smile. "Mm! This is good, man!"

"Who got the cake?" Aaron asked.

"I think it was Stephanie and your daughter," Andre answered. "I saw them coming in with it."

Daxton chimed in, "They almost dropped it." 

"And I'm the one that caught it," Duke said proudly. 

"I guess I owe you one, Duke," Aaron said. The males took a second to take a bite of the cake. "By the way, how are things with Izzy?"

"Pretty good, honestly." Duke scratched the back of his ear. "There was a little bit of, erm, fighting after the whole coma thing, but we've been moving past it."

"Nice." Another bite of cake. "What about you two?"

"Meh." Daxton rolled a shoulder. Seeing the slight nerve in his eye, it was clear Daxton was trying to avoid the implication that Aaron was aware of their vigilantism. "Been going to college, that sort of thing. You know how it is."

"I hear you're dating someone," Andre suddenly said. "Cassandra, right?"

Aaron nodded curtly. "That's right. It's been almost three months now. We're going steady."

"Good for you." Andre sent him a look of respect. "I hear the Gotham dating scene is quite hard."

"Assuming you're ugly like Andre," Daxton joked.

"Says you, dude," Duke quipped.

The three friends exploded into laughter. Aaron merely smiled. This was nice. Life was nice.

A finger tapped him on the shoulder. Looking behind, he saw Riko, the mixed Asian chick who seemingly had a crush on him. Her eyes seemed slightly downcast.

"Hey Riko, what's up?" Aaron asked with a smile.

"It's gift unpacking time," Riko responded. Then, as if forcing herself to speak, added, "I hope you like what I got you."

Everybody huddled back towards the center of the living room. Aaron had seen the gift-wrapped boxes but only now was he really analyzing them. He could very easily through them with his x-ray vision or figure out what they were through the Collective Unconscious. But he wanted to be surprised.

As Aaron sat at the couch, surrounded by his friends, Stephanie handed him a small, beautifully wrapped box, adorned with a bright red ribbon. With a mischievous grin, Stephanie urged him to open it.

Aaron carefully untied the ribbon and unwrapped the box. A cool silver light came through and revealed a vintage pocket watch. Its silver chain gleamed under the soft glow of the living room lights, and the intricate design on the cover caught his eye.

"It's a pocket watch," Stephanie said, beaming. "You look like someone who appreciates old-fashioned things, so I thought this might be a perfect addition to your collection."

Aaron examined the timepiece. He didn't dislike vintage objects nor did he actively search for them. This gift was…new. A change of pace. Aaron decided he liked it. "Steph, this is amazing," he said sincerely, smiling at her. "Thank you so much for such a thoughtful gift."

Next up was the collective gift of We Are Robin: Izzy, Riko, Daxton, and Andre. He could feel Daxton grinning as Andre handed him a slim, mysterious-looking envelope. Was it a card? Money? Aaron couldn't help but feel intrigued as he unwrapped the box.

Inside was a handwritten letter and a plane ticket to a destination he had always dreamed of visiting: Tokyo, Japan.

Aaron's eyes widened in surprise and joy. "Tokyo?" he gasped. "Are you serious?"

"Dead serious," Daxton replied, grinning even wider. "See, Andrew won it from–"

An elbow from Izzy interrupted Daxton. "What he means to say," Izzy said, smiling, "is that we collectively bought it for you and your family. It's intended for five people."

"You can invite yourself, your daughter, and three other people of your choosing," Riko elaborated. Aaron sensed a tinge of envy and desperation in her voice. "Friends, family, whomever."

Aaron glanced at Cassandra. During her birthday, he had promised to take her somewhere. Well, now that promise had fallen to his lap. It was here. After throwing a sly smile at his girlfriend, he looked back at the Robins. 

"Thank you guys." Aaron looked at Andre. "Especially you, Andre. Next time you win something though, you should keep it to yourself. You deserve it."

"No problem, bro."

"My turn, my turn!" Chloe jumped up and down and practically threw her box at the table. "You'll love it! I know you will!"

There was a bit of laughter from the adults. A cheeky smile appeared on Aaron's face. "I hope so, Chloe. I have huge expectations."

"And I'll meet them," Chloe bragged.

It was a small package wrapped in vibrant blue paper, adorned with playful birthday-themed stickers. Aaron eagerly tore it open to find a set of high-quality watercolour paints and sketchbooks.

"Well, see, I thought about getting something cool and fun," Chloe said with a smile. "And! Something to do with me! So, I chose watercolour painting! Cool, right?"

Aaron's face lit up with delight as he held the art supplies in his hands. Chloe was a kid but she was a good, thoughtful kid. Normally, he would never have a use for watercolour painting supplies with Chloe…yeah, the house was about to get messy, that was for sure. 

"You know me so well," Aaron said, feeling touched by his daughter's effort. "I can't wait to put these to good use. Thanks, Chloe."

"Oh, but I shouldn't take all the credit." Chloe gestured at Carrie, the red-haired caretaker. "Ms. Carrie helped. But just a little bit! Not too much."

"Not too much," Carrie repeated, chuckling. "She's right though. It was mostly Chloe's idea."

"I appreciate that." He sent Carrie a sincere look of appreciation. She nodded back. 

"Alrighty, last gift," Stephanie announced cheerfully, nudging Cassandra forward playfully. "I wonder who it's from."

Aaron noticed Cassandra standing slightly apart from the group, holding a small, elegantly wrapped gift in her hands.

"Happy birthday, Aaron." A wide smile was plastered on Cassandra's pretty face. She carried the gift over to him and placed it into his hands gently. 

He couldn't help but feel a rush of emotions as he unwrapped the gift to find the delicate silver bracelet with intricate engravings. The room fell silent as everyone watched, and Aaron's eyes met Cassandra's, a deep understanding passing between them.

"Wow, this is beautiful." Aaron eyed the engravings: A&C. Aaron and Cassandra. The writing was lovely as it was expensive. "Thank you, Cass."

As he put on the bracelet, he felt a sense of connection and gratitude that words couldn't fully express. He looked around at his friends and family, their smiling faces filled with love and happiness. He took a deep breath, blushing slightly. He wasn't good at public speeches. No, he wasn't good with people in general.

Yet he had to show his appreciation. He had to show that this meant a lot to him. 

"I can't believe how lucky I am to have all of you in my life. Thank you for making this birthday so special."

Amidst cheers and laughter, Aaron knew he would cherish this moment and the love of his friends and family forever. The day had been filled with joy, surprises, and most importantly, the warmth of genuine love from those he cared about most.

***

It was four o'clock in the afternoon. The party had winded down and a couple of the guests had left. Stephanie and Tim had excused themselves, which Aaron suspected was due to Batman calling them over for a mission. 

Then, out of nowhere, his head started to tingle. He sensed magic–no, a presence. A warm, sparkling presence…

'Right outside my door? But who could it be…?'

Aaron excused himself and headed to the door, towards the presence that seemed warm and familiar. Before he could get close, the door swung open with a soft creak. To his astonishment, Zatanna stood there with a mischievous grin, holding a small gift box in her hand.

"Well, well, well, I thought I could sneak but guess not." A wink and a smirk. "Happy birthday, Mr. Aaron Reigner."

Aaron blinked, his heart beating faster with the unexpected arrival of the enchanting magician. "Zatanna, what are you doing here?"

She chuckled playfully. "I couldn't let your special day go unnoticed, now could I?" Zatanna replied, stepping into the apartment and closing the door behind her. "Your daughter, Chloe, called me over. You gave her my number, didn't you?"

"I did," Aaron admitted. His eyes started to wonder and he focused on her looks rather than her words.

Her outfit, thankfully, wasn't as horny as before. There was no excess show of cleavage nor her delicious thighs. She wore an appropriate black magician's outfit. She strutted past him, her cape fluttering behind her, quipping, "Follow me for your birthday present, birthday boy."

As soon as Zatanna entered the living room, Chloe leapt in the air. "Wow! Zatanna! Wow, wow, you actually came!"

Chloe ran up to her and grinned. Zatanna kneeled down and petted her. "Why, of course, my dear." She put on a haughty magician persona. "Anything for your little family."

"Damn, dude, that's friggin Zatanna," Daxton told Andre in a terribly loud whisper. 

Riko leaned to the side and was much better in her whispers. Even so, Aaron could hear Riko asking Izzy, "S-should we get her autograph?"

"After," Izzy replied, low. "After her show is over, then we do it."

Cassandra and Stephanie greeted her with a sense of familiarity. Of course they did. Zatanna was akin to a family friend to them. Duke as well, albeit with a bit of a stutter in his voice. It was like having a cousin as a celebrity. Sure, you knew them, but you also knew them as a famous, rich person. 

With a flick of her wrist, Zatanna conjured a small stage in the centre of the living room, complete with velvet curtains. "Are you ready for a show, everybody?" 

There were claps and cheers. Everybody hovered on the couch as if they were watching a puppet show. 

Chloe could hardly contain her amazement as she nodded eagerly. "Absolutely, I can't wait!"

Aaron sat next to his daughter and smiled. "Surprise us, Mistress of Magic."

Zatanna winked. "With pleasure."

The magical performance began with Zatanna weaving her spells and illusions with effortless grace. She made cards disappear and reappear, plucked glowing orbs from thin air, and even levitated a bouquet of roses, sending them dancing around the room.

Her enchanting show continued with a series of stunning tricks, leaving the small audience of seven people utterly spellbound. Zatanna's command over her magic was mesmerizing, and he found himself losing track of time as he watched in awe.

As the grand finale approached, Zatanna's grin grew even wider. With a flourish of her hands, she conjured a shower of sparkling lights that filled the room, creating a breathtaking display of colours and shapes.

In that moment, Aaron felt like he was transported to another world, surrounded by magic and wonder. Zatanna's performance was not just a show; it was a gift of joy and excitement that filled his heart with gratitude.

As the lights dimmed, Zatanna took a bow. "Happy birthday, Aaron," she said, warm and sincere. "I hope this night brings you as much happiness as you bring to others."

***

There was food and cake leftover and on a whim Aaron decided to leave his unit and go downstairs to give some of it to Claire. She was a college student. She could use the food.

Knock-knock. Claire opened the door not even two seconds later.

"Aaron!" The blonde college girl grinned up at him. "Happy birthday!"

"You heard?"

"Super hearing, remember," Claire replied cheekily. Aaron was carrying boxes of food and a plate of cake so she gestured for him to come inside. But there was a big change from his previous visits. Everything was clean. There was no absurd mess or the smell of wasted food. He smelled a pleasant strawberry odour and saw nothing but an organized apartment unit.

"Surprised?" Claire asked. "I got my powers back so now I can clean up as fast as I want!"

"So that's why it was such a mess before. You relied on your powers." Aaron placed the food on the kitchen counter and returned to the living room. Claire nodded excitedly.

"Yep! Now, I'm pretty much Supergirl!"

"I sincerely doubt that."

"You doubt it?" Claire stretched her arms in the arm. She sat on her couch, relaxed and languid, yet Aaron's warning systems went off. He sensed her prepared to activate her powers.

The Speed Force activated. The world around him came to a stop.

Claire Clover, in this world beyond light, stood up, skipped over to him, and yanked his pants down, letting his soft cock plop out. Claire snickered to herself as her hands went up and down the immense length.

Her hands shivered. "Oh my god, oh my god, what am I doing? This is bad, so bad! I shouldn't be doing this! It's…" But she couldn't look away. She couldn't stop herself from stroking his dick. Her breath drew close to his shaft. "I'm such a bad girl, so bad! God, I shouldn't have done this! I'm exploiting him! I'm exploiting my powers!"

Claire backed away, pulled his pants up, and retreated to the couch where she was before. She fanned herself and took deep breaths. "Okay, okay, Claire, c'mon. Relax. Just…pretend you didn't check his dick out."

Aaron laughed in his head. He could smell the heat in the air. 'I might as well, right?'

He could feel Claire about to dial back her senses…when he stepped forward. 

"H-huh? How are you?"

"Don't worry too much about it, Claire?" He walked up at her, still in Flashtime, and went down to kiss her on the lips. Immediately, she melted. Immediately, she reciprocated. Immediately, she threw out her rational side and started to unbuckle his pants again.

In less than a millisecond, their clothes were thrown aside and they were fucking.

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap–!

Aaron was taking her from behind, his girthy cock ramming her sloppy wet cunt. Claire was totally naked, skin glistening, while her head was tilted behind as she was fucked properly.

"I love it! I love it!" Claire howled. "You're pounding me so hard!"

Her cunt clamped down on him. Any ordinary dick probably would have snapped off. But Aaron was strong now. By manipulating the magic around him and amplifying himself to Kryptonian levels of strength, he could handle staying inside her cunt. He could handle escaping it.

"Ogh! Ooooh! I'm cumming! Cumming, cumming, cumming!"

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap–!

He could handle making her scream.

"You like that much, eh?" Aaron grinned. His hips rolled like they always did, in a pattern that maximized finding weak points. Unlike last time, where Gotham Girl was weak, this time she was operating at full capacity. 

"I'm losing my miiiiind!"

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap–!

Without a doubt, this was the tightest hole he had ever been inside. She clung to him so deeply, he could feel his veins throb against her walls. It was insane.

It was so fucking good too.

"I love you, Aaroooon~! I love your coooock! I love it! Thank you! Thank you!" Claire was responding, her rear slamming against his pelvis. Boom! He was sure the apartment shook. 

His cock really had her fighting for her life. She was starting to lose control of her super strength. While metahumans of Gotham Girl's could control their strength through training, the issue with her lied in experience. She was nineteen. She wasn't as old as Supergirl or Superman who had been with their powers for much longer.

Hence, during incredibly stimulating sex, she was losing her grip on reality and her training. If Aaron didn't end this fast, the entire apartment would come down.

"Og ot peels."

Magic. Gotham Girl's sole weakness.

Chloe was upstairs. Rather than go further and risk the consequences, he decided to end it right then and there.

Albeit with a parting gift.

"Ngh!" Her cunt was still tight as fuck even as her eyes fell and her body went limp. Balls-smacking, he let himself loose.

Throb, throb, throb. Spurt, spurt, spurt. 

Ten, twelve, twenty, thirty thick strings of cum shot into her womb. It was a nice, pleasant experience for Gotham Girl's dreams. He quickly pulled out, snapped his fingers to clean himself with magic, then dressed himself.

"Aaron…Aaron…" Claire muttered in her dreams. 

He stared at Gotham Girl's drowning pussy and her delusional expression. As usual, like most of his Harem members, she ended up with her ass high, her head low, and her world rocked. 

Aaron sighed and let time flow normally. From his estimation, two seconds had passed.

He laughed at the thought. 

He wasn't a quickshot–Flashtime was just really, really weird. 'I wonder if this is how the Flash and Superman have sex. It's cool but…' He glanced at the clock again. 'Really weird. Anyway, I should get back.' 

He doubted anyone noticed.

*** 

"Truth and dare!"

When Aaron returned, Chloe and Carrie were gone and the remaining adults were sitting on the floor. According to Stephanie's very loud proclamation, they were playing truth and dare.

"Where did Andre and Daxton go?" Aaron asked, searching for the young men. Duke was here, as were Izzy and Riko, but the remaining male members had disappeared.

"Oh. Daxton remembered he had an assignment to do," Izzy explained. "And since he's an idiot, he needs Andre's help."

"Andre is gonna need all the time in the world to help Daxton," Duke joked.

College students. Sheesh.

Aaron checked the area again. There was another important missing face. "I'm guessing Chloe is in her room?" he questioned.

"She's been awake since dawn. She's really sleepy," Stephanie replied. "Carrie is gonna come back and join us. As will the birthday boy, I'm sure."

Stephanie wiggled her eyebrows. Shrugging, Aaron joined them.

The spectacled redhead, Carrie Kelley, returned with a small smile and curt nod at Aaron. Chloe was asleep. Aaron closed his eyes. He could sense Chloe's mind entering REM. 

"She's fast asleep," said Carrie. "And the door is closed, so we can do what we want."

"Alright then!" Stephanie clapped her hands and stole all the attention. Aaron, Duke, Riko, Izzy, Stephanie, Cassandra, Carrie, and Zatanna, all in a circle and waiting. Who would the blonde choose? Her eyes settled on the black-haired woman to her right. "It's truth and dare time. Cassandra, let's start with you! Truth or dare?"

Cassandra was taken aback by the sudden attention. "...truth."

"Truth, eh? Then tell us, how did you and Aaron first meet? You never told that story."

There were coos and aahs, particularly from Zatanna. She was the oldest here and in some ways the most excitable. After all, she had a reputation to keep.

"In the dumpster," Cassandra said quietly.

"Ha? The dumpster?" Izzy repeated, sharing a look with Riko.

"Mhm."

Silence. Ten seconds later, laughter.

"Seriously!?" Stephanie guffawed, her hands over her stomach. "In the dumpster? How did that even happen!?"

"Were you trying to do a trick?" Zatanna giggled.

"It was…an accident," Cassandra replied, beat red. 

"Did she smell?" Carrie asked.

"N-not really?" Aaron couldn't remember. No, right? It was probably because of t+he suit. The suit warded off the smell…or something. Because otherwise, Aaron would remember. 

"I just…bumped against it." Cassandra avoided saying she fell into it out of embarrassment. Laughter echoed again.

The game went from person to person, going through the circle. Most people chose truth because of course they did. Nobody wanted to embarrass themselves. Except Zatanna. She chose to dare everytime. The requests were innocent but eventually they became crazier and crazier.

"Trust me." Zatanna winked after being dared by Riko to take a shot of vodka. Aaron didn't like alcohol but Riko was adamant on including it to the game. "I'm nothing if not a heavy drinker."

"Ooh." Riko smirked. "Let's just see about the next round then."

Although there was a lot of focus on Zatanna, eventually, the others followed suit. Cassandra was dared to do her best impression of Batman. With a serious expression, she accepted the challenge and deepened her voice to strike a classic Batman pose.

Carrie, later on, was asked about a crush of hers. She admitted to loving a boy back in high school, though whatever happened to the guy was lost to her once she went to college.

Even though there was plenty of alcohol, Aaron didn't want to fall into the trap of going too crazy. He went for a safe dare.

"Zatanna, I dare you to perform a magic trick without using your powers."

"No problem, birthday boy." Zatanna accepted the challenge with a grin and proceeded to impress the group with some sleight of hand and misdirection. Aaron saw through it, but everybody else was awed. 

As Zatanna was dared more and more, she in turn asked everybody else deeper questions and truths. And the bolder Zatanna got, the more everybody wanted to follow her. Izzy first, then Stephanie and Duke next. Shots, shots, shots.

An hour passed. Faces turned pink from the alcohol. The game of truth and dare settled into a game of challenges. Aaron was probably the only person not drunk due to his unique biology. He eyed each of their wasted states curiously, especially his girlfriend's. He didn't think she could get this drunk.

'It's almost nine o'clock.' Aaron checked the clock. Wow, today was long. 

Then it happened. Aaron suspected it would happen but still came as a great surprise. The game crossed the realm of sexuality. And it was all because of Stephanie Brown. 

"Alright, Izzy, truth or dare?" 

Izzy grinned, "Dare!"

Drunk off her rockers, Stephanie's blue eyes darted towards Duke with a playful smirk. "I dare you to give Aaron a lap dance!"

'Er…what?'

Aaron could hear Duke's heart skipped a beat as he watched his girlfriend, Izzy, giggle and stand up. She playfully approached Aaron, who was slightly taken aback. 

"Ooh! Go girl!" Stephanie cheered on. Zatanna started clapping which Cassandra and Carrie copied. Riko looked on with envy. 

Izzy was wearing short shorts and a shirt. In other words, her ass was all up in his face and lap. If Aaron's balls hadn't been emptied this morning, he would have popped a boner. As Izzy performed the dare, however, Aaron noticed Duke trying to hide his unease and sneaking glances at Aaron's reaction. Aaron forced himself to be indifferent.

The game continued and the atmosphere became increasingly charged. Stephanie had changed the themes from innocent to sexual with just one dare. Duke's heart raced as he realized that it was only a matter of time before the topic he dreaded came up.

"Izzy, truth or dare?" Zatanna asked with a playful glint in her eyes.

"Truth," Izzy replied. For sure, she was tipsy and prepared to give an answer to every question in her life.

"What's your body count?" Zatanna asked. "You're in college, right? Maybe you got a little wild."

"Oooh. That's a great question," Stephanie chimed in. "Come on, tell us!"

"Not every girl is into hook-up culture, just like how every guy isn't." But then Izzy smiled. "Two."

"Two?" Stephanie glanced at Duke. "Ooh, so there's someone besides Duke?"

Duke laughed awkwardly. "I didn't know that."

Aaron pretended to be invisible. If Izzy had been with Duke, then the only other person she slept with was…him.

"It was when we were on break," Izzy said. She turned to Riko and smirked. "And it wasn't just me. Me and Riko were both with the same guy."

"Woahhh!" Stephanie's eyes went wide. "A threesome? With who?"

Carrie chuckled. "A very lucky guy."

Izzy smirked, sent Riko a meaningful look, and pointed at Aaron. "Birthday boy over there," Izzy admitted. Aaron's heart sank a little. Just a little though. This wasn't that big a deal but he did prefer it didn't come out. 

"You…were with Izzy and Riko?" Duke asked, gobsmacked. They were his friends from high school so he understood his reaction.

Riko decided to step in and comment quietly, "It's more than just being with us. It was the best night of my life."

"Woahhh!" Zatanna elbowed Cassandra. "Look at your boyfriend, Cassie! Lucky girl."

"Mhm." Cassandra blushed, staring into her lab. "Very lucky."

"For sure." Izzy, in her drunken stupor, had the gall to add, "He was easily twice as big as any other dick I've seen."

The only other dick she had seen, by her own self admission, was Duke's. 

All the girls laughed. 

Duke's eyes widened in shock, and he felt like the ground had disappeared beneath him. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, and his mind raced with a whirlwind of emotions.

"Wait, what?" Duke managed to stammer, unable to process the revelation.

Izzy grinned mischievously, realizing the impact of her words. "Oh, come on, Duke, it's not a big deal," she teased, "he was just really, really big. Plus, that was before I met you."

Lies. It was during their relationship, not before. But Aaron assumed it was because there was still some rationality in her. 

Duke's mind was still reeling, but he tried to put on a brave face. "Right, of course," he said, his voice sounding far more composed than he felt.

"Is he really that good in bed?" Carrie asked, curious.

"He's amazing!"

"Godly!"

"The best."

In that order, Izzy, Cassandra, and Riko responded to Carrier's inquiry. Another chuckle came out of the ladies. The two guys were a little quiet and awkward about it. 

The games escalated. Duke attempted to calm things down, to get his girlfriend to lay off the drinks, but she wasn't listening. Nobody was listening. The game of truth and dare became a game of sexual acts.

The atmosphere was totally hot and steamy and with the amount of prying eyes there was no way to resist. Seriously, things got sexual too fast. Shirts were thrown. Pants were discarded. Zatanna fucking Zatara became topless, her tits bouncing out, and it was impossible to just leave. They wanted to stop this but they also didn't. 

"What cup size are those," Duke muttered, blushing red. This was way out of his pay grade. He was familiar with his vigilante girlfriend, not the strongest and most smoking hot sorceress.

"Next dare, next dare!" Stephanie and Izzy chanted. Their gazes settled on poor Duke, who looked nervous. "You're next, Duke."

"O-okay." Duke gulped nervously. "What the dare?"

There was a glint in Izzy's eyes, but it was Riko who spoke up. "Pull your pants down. We wanna see your dick."

Duke choked. "E-excuse me?" 

"C'mon, Duke, do it," Izzy egged on, giggling. "Zatanna is topless over there. Let's make it fair."

"Gender equality!" Stephanie added with a hand raised, causing Carrie to snicker.

Duke opened his mouth yet was unable to muster a response. He looked at Zatanna, who smirked, used her arms to prop up her tits, and wiggled to and fro. Duke gulped again. His eyes were absolutely stuck to her lovely set of nipples and pale flesh. 

Slowly, Duke stood up. Quickly, the girls whooped. Aaron thought that for once he needed a drink. 

Lost in the heat of the moment, Duke finally mustered the courage to pull down his pants. Each girl took in the sight before them - a three and a half inch flaccid dick laying on a hefty sack. 

Cassandra couldn't help but let out a giggle that escaped her lips like a burst of playful mockery.

  Stephanie cooed. "Awww! Look at it!"

"Cute, isn't it?" Izzy commented. Riko nodded silently.

Duke choked and went wide eyed. He glanced down at himself. He wasn't small or cute, he was pretty average. Aaron sighed as he heard Duke mutter in confusion and shame, "C-cute?"

"It's not very big, is it?"

Guess who said that? Zatanna. That was when Duke realized he fucked up. His girlfriend and her friends, fine, he was okay with humiliating himself, but Zatanna? Hell no.

Immediately, Duke covered himself up, hands cupping. "W-what? It's…it's cold!"

"Sorry," Cassandra replied. 

"I think it's pretty big," Carrie said, abashed.

"That's cuz you're a virgin," Izzy said. Aaron wanted to hand his head. Two rounds ago, they got Carrie to admit she was a virgin. To her, for someone that hadn't slept with Aaron, of course Duke would be on the larger side.

Not Cassandra though. Not Stephanie, Izzy, Riko, or Zatanna who had gotten pounded left and right by his horse dick. 

"It's definitely cute," Stephanie said with a hint of sarcasm, trying not to completely burst into laughter. "You should jerk off, Duke. Maybe you'll impress us at full size."

"I, uh–"

"Come on, Duke! Do it!" Duke's girlfriend was way too drunk. She was almost insistent on embarrassing the guy. 

"Please, Duke?" Zatanna begged. "I'm sure it'll be magical."

When Zatanna with those big tits said it, then why refuse? Duke released his crotch, earning some laughs, and pumped his little guy off. Inch by inch, stroke by stroke, it grew. Duke let out a shaky breath as his eyes flickered from Zatanna to the pantless Stephanie and Cassandra. Seeing his close friends wearing lingerie stimulated him like nothing else.

"Woah." Carrie bit her bottom lip. She was visibly impressed at his full erection. "That's…wow."

"I'm a grower, not a shower," Duke said, still stroking himself. His black cock pulsed, remaining at an above average six and a half inches. Sturdy, a little on the slender side, but not definitely not small. 

It truly was unfortunate that Aaron Reigner existed.

Stephanie couldn't contain herself anymore; another wave of giggles erupted from deep within her throat. "Well, well," she chuckled between fits of laughter, "looks like we have a bit of an issue here."

"H-huh?" Duke didn't understand. He knew by all means he was above average. He had nothing to ashamed of.

"So cute," Izzy repeated, snickering. "Isn't it, Riko?"

"Mhm."

Duke's face flushed with embarrassment as he tried to salvage what little dignity remained. "It's not that cute," he stammered defensively. "It's pretty big."

Aaron pursed his lips. He felt bad for Duke. Seriously, getting called small in front of gorgeous women must have been the worst feeling in the world. 

"Sure thing," Stephanie replied sarcastically, rolling her eyes playfully. "Maybe next time you should invest in some penis enlargement pills or something." She paused momentarily before adding with a mischievous grin, "Or maybe I can lend you one of my vibrators."

"Or maybe Zatanna can use her magic," Izzy said. Zatanna laughed at the remark. 

Duke's pride shattered like glass under Izzy's biting words. He sheepishly looked away as if searching for an escape route from this awkward situation.

"I still think it's big," Carrie commented, also embarrassed. 

Cassandra raised her voice. "Aaron, you should show your thingie."

"Yeah, yeah!" Izzy encouraged him. "Do it! I want you to show Duke which cock absolutely POUNDED me."

Duke stared at Aaron, who sighed, shrugged, and got up. He was very casual about it. At this point, he was used to standing naked in front of a bunch of thirsty whores.

Thwap!

Gasps, shrieks, grins, and smirks.

Aaron sighed again. Flaccid, at a girthy nine inches, he was much larger than Duke's six and a half inches. There was no comparison, really. Especially because in terms of thickness Aaron was nearly double Duke's. 

"Okay…woah!" Carrie was literally taken aback, her eyes and mouth wide open. "W-wow…my gosh…"

"See? See?" Cassandra said, grinning. "Told you. Very big."

"Ooh, we should get him hard," said Izzy. "Who want to do it–"

"Teg drah." Zatanna's magical voice echoed through the room. Aaron sensed an invisible power wrapping his flaccid dick. He could very easily resist it. He didn't want to raise suspicion, however, so he allowed.

He allowed himself to get totally hard.

Same reaction. Same bewilderment.

Duke's jaw dropped. "W-what the…hell…?"

Rather than nine inches, Duke now had to compete with thirteen and a half inches. Literally double his length and girth. It was ridiculous. Duke didn't even want to compare their balls because he could already Aaron's were beyond hefty.

Aaron could read his thoughts. All Duke could think about was: 'How did Izzy take that thing?'

Poor guy. Knowing your girlfriend got fucked by a cock twice your size must have been humiliated. He probably reflected on their lovemaking. Was she ever really satisfied? Or was she faking it? Because after taking that thing, there was no way she would feel her walls getting fucked by Duke's size. 

"I remember when he came in me," Izy said. "He cums a LOT. Like, Duke is a couple teaspoons but Aaron is like a waterhouse. My pussy hasn't forgotten."

"Me neither," Riko muttered.

Imagine that. Compare that. A 250 ml round glass bottle to a 2l coke bottle. Two coconuts to two walnuts.

"He…came in you?" Duke asked, his cock lurching forward in excitement. Six inches nearly became seven.

"Obviously. We did a lot of things," Izzy replied, grinning. She scooted between them and with one hand grabbed Aaron's colossal titan of a cock and Duke's plain dick. There was the contrast in skin tone, Aaron's white to Duke's black, but the size. That was what mattered. 

That was what caused the spectating girls to laugh. For Duke's mouth to go dry. He saw how Izzy's hand wrapped around his yet failed to do the same with Aaron's.

"Oh yeah." Izzy glanced between the two members. To her left, a member that went past her peripheral and the other perfectly in sight. "We did a lot of stuff."

Stroke, stroke, stroke. With one hand, she stroked both cocks. Then, unprompted, announced, "How about us girls give you guys a handjob? Or a blowjob? Or a titjob?" Izzy was really fucking drunk, giggling as she talked. "Well, girls? Choose your cock.

Cassandra, Stephanie, Zatanna, and Riko went over to Aaron. 

"Obviously birthday boy," said Zatanna, grinning.

"Mm." Cassandra and Riko nodded silently.

"It's wayyy it's bigger."

"Sorry, Duke." Izzy parted from her boyfriend's smaller member and focused her efforts on Aaron entirely.

Duke was left there, humiliated, red, and throbbing mindlessly. He was secretly excited by the prospect of his girlfriend getting stolen but still insanely jealous and insecure. It was the first time something like this had happened to him, of course he was unsure about it. 

"B-but, Isabella…"

"Sorry," Izzy cut him off. She turned her neck back to his cock, kissed it on the side of its glans, and went back to Aaron. "It's cute but it's not big enough for me. These small watery nuts just aren't enough."

Duke was wildly envious of the attention Aaron was receiving. Even Zatanna wanted his cock. Aaron could hear Duke's thoughts. He felt abandoned yet thrilled.

Luckily, there was someone to relieve Duke. A hand suddenly touched Duke's flailing member. 

"I think it's big, Duke."

Indeed, Carrie went with Duke. She chose Duke's six and a half incher over Aaron's monstrosity. Judging by her clumsy handjob, it was clear she was a virgin.

Aaron didn't mind letting Duke have Carrie. After all, this was Aaron's birthday and he wanted everyone to have fun.

Plus, he had Zatanna's big tits and Cassandra's hands to service him. His deal was much better–

"Oh!"

Spurt, spurt, spurt! Upon a few strokes, Duke came. His strings of baby batter missed Carrie by a few inches and he ended up jizzing all over his carpet. Panting, dick softening, Duke's red face went redder.

"S-sorry, that's never happened," Duke stammered. His nerves combined with Zatanna's teasing, her phenomenal breasts, and Izzy leaving him for another man pushed Duke Thomas, the Signal, to a record orgasm. Indeed, Aaron could tell he was being honest when he said he usually lasted longer. "I never…er…"

"I-it's okay," said Carrie, smiling sheepishly at him. Seeing his cock lose its hardness, however, there wasn't much she could do. She jerked it for another ten seconds, saw Aaron's imposing rock hard cock, and STILL chose Duke's wilted dick.

"T-thanks," Duke muttered, feeling her efforts and getting hard in record time. Carrie smiled and nodded, one hand jerking him off and the other massaging the underside of his balls.

"I hope you have some left in the tankie."

"I do," Duke replied.

Aaron looked down at all the women at his behest. Cassandra, Stephanie, Izzy, Riko, and Zatanna. Each of them were working hard to please him.

'Happy birthday, Aaron.'

***

By the time it was ten o'clock, everybody was passed out. Aaron ensured no sex happened because he didn't want Chloe to potentially wake up and hear. Blowjobs and handjobs were fine but not sex. 

> Tim: Yo.

> Tim: Bruce got a gift for you. It's at the batcave. You should come. 

Bruce got him a gift…Well, why not? Aaron grabbed his jacket and snapped his fingers to clean himself. 'I should probably still be presentable. If he smells the alcohol off me, he'll probably think I fucked Cass or something.' 

He didn't teleport to Wayne Manor. What was the point? Plus, he didn't want to become too reliant on it. 

So off he went. An hour later, he was at Wayne Manor. The sky was dark and the manor was darker. The clouds above were grey and hazy. The atmosphere seemed almost breathless. 

The door was unlocked. Wayne Manor could scan fingerprints and opened the door to those who were allowed. Aaron was also in the system. 

No one was inside. He assumed Tim and Bruce were down in the BatCave. He went upstairs to the grandmother clock that functioned as the secret gateway. Aaron waited. He didn't understand the intricacies of it but the clock would only move if he was a member of the Bat Family. Otherwise, he needed Batman's permission.

The grandfather clock shifted. Aaron promptly went in. He wondered what Bruce wanted to give him. 

'Huh…that's strange.' Going down the stairs, he ended up at the foot of the almighty BatComputer. 

He blinked, his senses sharpening.

Then he fell.

In a split second, everything changed. A sudden shockwave rippled through the air and Aaron fell to his knees. His eyes widened in confusion and disbelief as he felt an invisible force enveloping him, slowing him down to a total stop, and sapping away his connection to the Speed Force.

Panic flickered in their eyes as they tried to understand what was happening to them.

"It can't be..." Aaron couldn't move. He could barely breathe. On one knee, he struggled to move or do much of anything. 

His eyes focused. Yellow electricity materialized. 

His heart pounded in his chest. He craned his neck an inch to the side. Two machines had flanked him from the sides, erupted from the ground

He could see it now, it was some sort of Speed Force dampener.

Aaron tried to tap into the Speed Force once more, but it was like running against an invisible wall. Forget super speed, the very motion powering his body had left him. Aaron felt powerless, vulnerable, and confused.

Thump, thump.

Heavy metal boots made footsteps. Aaron turned his head and saw him. Metallic armour, black with red stripes, a cape shaped like bat wings, a beaming red visor, and exuding energies that no human should possess.

That Batman shouldn't possess.

"So." Batman's voice was seemingly spoken through a voice modulator. "The Chosen One has finally come to a stop."

Aaron narrowed his eyes. 'So he knows.'