The bass is thumping so hard I can feel it in my chest as I walk into the common room.

The Halloween party is in full swing—guys everywhere, packed shoulder to shoulder, all dressed in various superhero and villain costumes. The air is thick with the smell of cheap beer, sweat, and cologne, and the lights have been dimmed to create a club-like atmosphere with colored LEDs pulsing in time with the music.

And holy fuck, the eye candy is unreal.

I'm dressed as Robin—slutty Robin, to be specific. I'm wearing a short red cape that barely reaches my shoulder blades, a black eye mask, and tight green shorts that are so small they might as well be underwear. They hug my bubble butt perfectly, riding up just enough to show off the curve of my ass cheeks, and I've painted a big red "R" on my left pec. My torso is otherwise bare, showing off my smooth, toned abs and chest.

Everywhere I look, there are massive himbo studs squeezed into tight superhero costumes. A guy dressed as Captain America is flexing his biceps for a group of laughing bros, his pecs straining against the blue spandex. Another guy in a Superman costume has a bulge so obscene I can see the outline of his cock and balls through the red fabric. There's a Hulk whose green body paint is already smeared with sweat, his muscles glistening under the lights.

It's a buffet of dumb, sexy jocks, and I'm starving.

I grab a beer from the cooler and take a sip, scanning the room. I spot Jason almost immediately—his torn Spiderman costume is unmistakable, the ripped fabric hanging off his massive pecs and shoulders. He's talking to a group of guys, gesturing wildly with his hands, and even from here I can see the huge bulge in his costume.

I grin and take another sip of my beer.

I'm making my way through the crowd when I spot him—a huge stud in a Deadpool costume. The red and black spandex is stretched tight over his body, showing off every muscle, every curve. His pecs are enormous, creating two distinct bulges in the costume, and his arms are thick and powerful. The mask covers his entire face, leaving only his eyes visible through the white mesh panels.

And his bulge.

Fuck, his bulge is massive. The spandex is stretched obscenely over his groin, and I can see the outline of his cock—thick and long, running down his left thigh.

I walk up to him, my beer in hand, and flash him a grin.

"Hey, Deadpool," I say, my voice playful.

He turns to look at me, and even through the mask I can see his eyes light up. "Hey, Robin! Nice costume, dude."

His voice is deep and dumb, and I can already tell he's exactly the kind of himbo I love.

"Thanks," I say, reaching out to run my hand over his chest. "You look pretty good yourself."

I squeeze his pec, feeling the thick muscle beneath the spandex, and Deadpool laughs—a big, dumb, happy sound.

"Thanks, bro," he says, flexing his pec under my hand. "I've been working out a lot."

"I can tell," I say, sliding my hand down to his abs. "You're fucking huge."

Deadpool grins behind the mask, and I can see his chest puffing out with pride. "Yeah? You think so?"

"Definitely," I confirm, letting my hand drift lower.

I brush my fingers over his bulge, feeling the heat of his cock through the spandex, and Deadpool's breath hitches.

"Whoa," he says, his voice thick. "That's... uh..."

"Just admiring the costume," I say innocently, wrapping my hand around his bulge and squeezing gently. "It's very... authentic."

Deadpool laughs again, but this time it's breathier, more turned on. "Yeah, dude. Thanks."

I stroke his cock through the spandex, feeling it twitch and harden under my touch. He's huge—easily ten inches, thick and heavy—and I can feel pre-cum already starting to leak through the fabric.

"You know," I say, leaning in close, "Deadpool is super obsessed with Spiderman."

Deadpool tilts his head, confused. "He is?"

"Oh yeah," I say, nodding seriously. "It's like, his whole thing. He's always trying to get Spiderman's attention, always flirting with him. You should totally get into character tonight."

Deadpool's eyes widen behind the mask. "You mean... like, make out with Spiderman?"

"Exactly," I say, grinning. "It would be so in character. Everyone would think it's hilarious."

Deadpool considers this for a moment, and I can practically see the gears turning in his simple brain. Then he grins and nods eagerly.

"Dude, that's a great idea," he says. "That would be so fun."

"Right?" I say, giving his cock one last squeeze before pulling my hand away. "You should go find him."

Deadpool doesn't need any more encouragement. He immediately starts scanning the room, and when he spots Jason in his torn Spiderman costume, he grins and makes a beeline straight for him.

I watch, amused and turned on, as Deadpool walks up to Jason and taps him on the shoulder. Jason turns, confused, and Deadpool says something I can't hear over the music. Then, without warning, Deadpool grabs Jason's face and pulls him into a kiss.

Jason's eyes go wide with surprise, but he doesn't pull away. Instead, he leans into it, his hands coming up to grip Deadpool's shoulders, and the two of them start making out—hot, wet, and sloppy.

The guys around them start cheering and hollering, clapping and whistling, and I can't help but grin.

Fucking perfect.

I take another sip of my beer and watch as Jason and Deadpool continue to make out, their tongues sliding together, their hands groping each other's bodies. Jason's massive pecs are heaving, and Deadpool's bulge is even more obscene now, his cock fully hard and straining against the spandex.

I'm still watching Jason and Deadpool when I feel a tap on my shoulder.

I turn around, and my breath catches.

Standing in front of me is a massive jock stud in a full Batman costume. The suit is black and armored, with sculpted muscles built into the chest and abs, and a long black cape that flows down his back. The cowl covers his entire head, leaving only his jaw and mouth and his eyes visible.

He's huge—easily six-three, with shoulders so broad they strain against the costume. His pecs are enormous, jutting out from his chest, and his arms are thick and powerful.

And his voice.

"I've been looking for my sidekick," he says, and his voice is deep and gravelly—a perfect Batman impression.

I grin, my cock already starting to harden in my tiny green shorts.

Batman steps closer, his eyes raking over my body. "Nice costume, Robin," he says, his voice still in that deep, brooding tone. "Very... practical."

He reaches out and grabs my ass, squeezing my bubble butt in his big hand, and I gasp.

"Yeah," I say breathlessly. "Makes it easier to move fast. You know, for fighting bad guys with you."

Batman chuckles, and the sound is low and rumbly. "Good thinking."

I realize immediately that this Batman stud is just as dumb as all the other himbo bros here. He's completely bought into the character, completely willing to play along, and he has no idea what he's getting himself into.

Perfect.

"Come sit down," I say, taking his hand and leading him toward the couch in the corner of the room.

The party is still going strong around us—guys drinking, laughing, dancing—but no one seems to be paying attention to us. Batman follows me obediently, and when we reach the couch, I push him down gently.

He sits, his legs spread wide, and I straddle his lap, facing him.

"There we go," I say, settling my ass right on top of his bulge.

And fuck, his bulge is huge. Even through the costume, I can feel the thick ridge of his cock pressing against my ass, hot and hard.

I reach out and run my hands over his chest, feeling the sculpted muscles and Batman's breath hitches.

"You know," I say, grinding my ass slowly on his bulge, "Batman is the strong, brooding hero. He needs his perfect, loyal sidekick to help him fight crime."

Batman nods, his hands coming up to grip my waist. "Yeah," he says, his voice still deep and gravelly. "Robin's the best sidekick."

"Exactly," I say, leaning in closer. "And after a long night of fighting bad guys, Batman and Robin need to... de-stress. Together."

I can feel Batman's cock twitch beneath me, and his grip on my waist tightens.

"De-stress?" he repeats, his voice thick.

"Yeah," I say, brushing my lips against his—not kissing him yet, just letting him feel the warmth of my breath. "You know. Relax. Bond."

Batman's cock twitches again, and I can feel it getting harder, thicker, pressing insistently against my ass.

I grind down slowly, sensually, rolling my hips in a slow circle, and Batman groans.

"Fuck," he mutters, his voice breaking character for just a second.

I grin and lean back slightly, I can't tell who he is, but I don't care. All I care about is the massive cock pressing against my ass and the way his hands are gripping my waist like he never wants to let go.

Batman chuckles, low and rumbly, and his hands slide down to my ass, squeezing my bubble butt in his big hands.

"I always thought," he says, his voice back in that deep Batman tone, "that Batman and Robin had some pretty intense ways to de-stress after fighting crime."

I grin and reach down, hooking my thumbs into the waistband of my tiny green shorts. "Oh yeah?" I say, my voice breathy. "Like what?"

Batman doesn't answer. He just squeezes my ass harder, his fingers digging into the soft flesh, and I moan.

"I always thought there was something kinda gay about Batman and Robin," he says, his voice thick and dumb. "But I'm not gay, so it's cool."

I slip my shorts down over my ass, letting them pool around my thighs, and Batman's hands immediately move to my bare skin. He gropes and squeezes my smooth bubble butt cheeks, his big hands kneading the flesh, and I moan again.

"Fuck," I breathe, grinding down harder on his bulge.

Batman leans forward and captures my lips in a kiss—hot, sloppy, and intense. His tongue pushes into my mouth, and I kiss him back just as hard, my hands coming up to grip his broad shoulders.

We make out like that for a long moment, grinding against each other, moaning into each other's mouths. Batman's hands are everywhere—squeezing my ass, sliding up my back, gripping my waist—and I can feel his cock getting harder and harder beneath me.

I moan into his mouth, thinking about how fucking dumb and easy this stud is. He's completely bought into the idea that this is just "character bonding," that it's not gay because we're just playing superheroes.

Fucking perfect.

I pull back from the kiss and slide off his lap, dropping to my knees in front of him.

Batman's breathing is heavy, his chest heaving, and I can see the massive bulge in his costume twitching.

I reach up and find the hidden zipper at his groin, pulling it down slowly. His cock springs free—thick, long, and absolutely dripping with pre-cum.

Holy fuck.

Batman's cock is huge—easily eleven inches, thick as my wrist, with a fat mushroom head that's flushed dark red. And the pre-cum. There's so much pre-cum. It's drooling out of his slit in thick, sticky strands, running down his shaft, pooling at the base.

I've never seen anyone leak this much.

I look up at Batman, and I can see he's staring down at me, his chest rising and falling rapidly, his pecs heaving.

"Fuck," I breathe, wrapping my hand around his shaft.

My fingers don't even come close to meeting around his girth, and when I stroke him slowly, more pre-cum oozes out, coating my hand.

"You're so fucking wet," I say, my voice thick with lust.

Batman grunts, his hips bucking up into my grip. "Feels good," he says, his voice still in that deep Batman tone.

I lean forward and drag my tongue up the underside of his shaft, licking up the pre-cum, and Batman groans.

"Fuck, Robin," he growls.

I grin and look up at him. "You should get into character," I say, my voice playful. "Treat me like your naughty sidekick."

Batman's cock twitches in my hand, and I can see his jaw clench.

"You've been a bad boy, Robin," he says, his voice deep and commanding. "You need to learn to follow orders."

I moan and take his cockhead into my mouth, sucking gently, and Batman's hands come down to grip my hair.

"That's it," he growls. "Take it. Show me you can be a good sidekick."

I start bobbing my head, taking more and more of his cock into my mouth with each stroke. He's so thick I have to stretch my jaw wide, and the taste of his pre-cum is overwhelming—salty and musky and so fucking good.

I gag slightly as his cockhead hits the back of my throat, but I don't stop. I push through, taking him deeper, and Batman groans.

"Fuck, yes," he grunts. "Good boy, Robin. Take all of it."

I'm vaguely aware of movement next to us, and when I glance to the side, I see the Deadpool himbo from earlier sitting down on the couch next to Batman. He's pulled his cock out—thick and long, easily ten inches—and he's stroking it slowly, his eyes locked on me.

"Dude," Deadpool says, his voice thick. "That's so fun."

Batman doesn't even acknowledge him. He's too focused on me, on the way I'm sucking his cock, gagging on it, drooling all over it.

I pull back, gasping for air, and Batman's cock is absolutely coated in my spit and his pre-cum. It's dripping everywhere—down his shaft, onto his balls, pooling on the couch beneath him.

I lean down and lick it up, dragging my tongue over his balls, up his shaft, swirling around his cockhead, and Batman's whole body shudders.

"Fuck," he groans. "You're such a good sidekick."

I take him back into my mouth, pushing down until his cockhead is lodged in my throat, and I swallow hard around him. Batman's hands tighten in my hair, and he groans so loud I can hear it over the music.

I pull off slowly, licking and sucking the whole way, and when I finally release his cock with a wet pop, my chest and abs are glistening with his pre-cum. It's everywhere—coating my smooth skin, dripping down my abs, pooling in the grooves between my muscles.

I look fucking debauched, and I love it.

I stand up and straddle Batman's lap again, facing him, and I grip his huge pecs through the costume.

"Ready for your sidekick to ride you?" I ask, my voice breathy.

Batman's hands come up to grip my waist, and he nods. "Show me what you've got, Robin."

I reach down and position his cockhead at my hole, rubbing it against my smooth pink entrance. His pre-cum is so slick, so abundant, that I don't even need lube. It's coating his cock, dripping down onto my hole, making everything slick and hot.

I sink down slowly, and Batman's cockhead pushes past my rim.

"Oh fuck," I moan, my head falling back.

He's so thick. So fucking thick. The stretch is intense, bordering on painful, but I don't stop. I keep sinking down, inch after inch, until I'm fully seated on his lap with his cock buried balls-deep inside me.

"Fuck," Batman grunts, his hands gripping my waist so hard I know I'll have bruises tomorrow. "So tight, Robin. So fucking tight."

I start moving, rolling my hips slowly, grinding down on his cock, and Batman groans.

"That's it," he says, his voice deep and commanding. "Ride me. Show me you're a good sidekick."

I start bouncing on his cock, slow at first, then faster. Batman's hands grip my waist tighter, and he starts thrusting up to meet me, driving his cock deeper with each stroke.

"Fuck, yes," I moan, my hands gripping his pecs. "So deep, Batman. You're so fucking deep."

Batman hits a spot inside me—that second ring, deep in my guts—and I see stars.

"Oh god," I gasp, my whole body shuddering. "Right there. Fuck, right there."

Batman grins, and he bounces his pecs under my hands, flexing them, and he looks like such a dumb, sexy himbo.

"You like that, Robin?" he asks, his voice thick.

"Yes," I moan. "Fuck, yes."

Batman starts lifting me almost all the way off his cock, then slamming me back down balls-deep. The sensation is overwhelming—the stretch, the fullness, the way his cockhead punches through that second ring over and over.

I'm gooning out, completely lost in the pleasure, and Batman just keeps going—lifting and slamming, lifting and slamming, using me like a fuck toy.

"Such a good sidekick," Batman grunts, his voice breaking character again. "Taking my cock so good. Fuck."

Next to us, Deadpool is still stroking his cock, his eyes locked on my ass as it bounces and jiggles on Batman's lap. He reaches over and smacks my ass hard, and I cry out.

"Fuck, dude," Deadpool says, his voice thick. "Your ass is so wet. It's like, glistening."

He's right. My ass is completely coated in Batman's pre-cum—slick and shiny and dripping. Every time Batman pulls out, I can feel it oozing out of my hole, running down my thighs.

I gasp, grinding down on Batman's cock. "Use me, Batman. Breed your sidekick."

Batman's eyes widen and then he's flipping us over.

Suddenly I'm on my back on the couch, my legs spread wide, and Batman is on top of me. He grips my thighs and pushes them back toward my chest, opening me up completely, and then he starts fucking me.

Hard. Deep. Brutal.

His hips slam forward with every thrust, driving his cock so deep I can feel it in my guts. His pecs are heaving above me, his muscles flexing and bulging, and he's growling in that deep Batman voice.

"Gonna breed you, Robin," he grunts. "Gonna fill you up. Make you mine."

"Yes," I moan, my hands gripping his shoulders. "Breed me, Batman. Fill me up."

Batman slams into me over and over, his cock punching through that second ring, and I'm moaning and gasping, completely lost in the pleasure.

He's so powerful, so dominant, and I'm just lying here taking it, staring up at this massive himbo stud as he uses me.

"Fuck," Batman grunts, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Gonna cum. Gonna cum so hard."

"Do it," I gasp. "Breed your good sidekick."

Batman slams in balls-deep one last time, and then he's cumming.

The amount of cum is insane. I can feel it flooding my insides, hot and thick and creamy, filling me up completely. It's so much that it starts leaking out around his cock, dripping down onto the couch.

The sensation of being filled so completely pushes me over the edge, and I'm cumming too—my cock pulsing and shooting all over Batman's abs, painting the black armor with thick white streaks.

"Fuck," Batman groans, still grinding into me, milking out every last drop.

He leans down and kisses me—deep and passionate—and when he pulls back, he's grinning.

"Good sidekick," he says, his voice still in that deep Batman tone.

He pulls out slowly, and I can feel his cum oozing out of my hole, running down my ass and onto the couch. Batman reaches down and lifts me up playfully, cradling me in his arms like I weigh nothing.

"Batman's got you," he says, and even through the dumb himbo voice, I can hear the affection.

I curl into him, my body still trembling from the intensity of the orgasm, and I smile.

This party is everything I hoped it would be.

And the night is still young.