People will lose their minds.””Precisely,” Byron replied, adjusting the Superman emblem across his firm pectorals. Gay sex Comicon had officially ended, the exhibition hall emptying of its costumed attendees and enthusiastic fans, leaving behind only memories of the spectacular displays that had dominated the previous days.In the private suite that had become their sanctuary, Byron stood before the mirror, admiring how the Superman costume continued to showcase his physique despite three days of continuous wear. “Seems only right I return the favor before I fly out tomorrow.”Harry and Dylan stood nearby, still in their Batman and Spiderman costumes respectively, though Harry’s showed considerably more wear. They handled the muscle specimens with proprietary familiarity, touching without asking, positioning without explanation, their ownership a silent but undeniable presence in every interaction.The other patrons watched with undisguised fascination, conversations abandoned in favor of observing this unprecedented display. Customers approached with varying degrees of hesitation and boldness, ordering drinks that were served across Byron’s magnificent torso. The collective intake of breath was audible, a symphony of astonishment that rippled through the crowded space.Mike, the owner, emerged from behind the bar, his usual composed demeanor momentarily shattered by the sight before him.
