Honest Submission (DC Comics) (Patreon)

Poll Winner

Themes: Bondage, Threesome, Master/Slave

Summary: Based on this image. Both Diana and Selina are in love with Bruce Wayne. Both of them want him all to themselves. Neither are willing to compromise... or so it would seem. When the two women demand Bruce give them some space to figure things out between themselves, he's not sure how he's expecting it to go. Certainly, he's not expecting to find the Princess of Themyscira bound in her own lasso and submitting to Selina's every lewd whim. But he's not against it. 

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It was easier being Batman than Bruce Wayne, sometimes. Of course, if he said that out loud, half the world would call him entitled, and the other half would want him committed. Still, at least Batman didn’t have to tiptoe around his own house, like Bruce was doing right now. God, it was so tempting to just… suit up and leave on patrol.

… But he couldn’t do that, because he cared about the two women in his life too much to not at least check in on them. And so, after an hour has passed since they’d demanded some alone time to work out their differences, Bruce finds himself creeping down the hall in his own home and, uncharacteristically, hesitantly reaching up to knock on the door to his own study as he clears his throat and calls out to the two women who should be on the other side.

“Selina? Diana?”

Its surprisingly quiet, but to be fair, the doors and walls of Wayne Manor are, while not completely soundproofed, heavy and very good at holding sound in. He’s not sure what he’s expecting, but Selina’s voice calling out to him is a bit of a surprise.

“Come in, Bruce!”

Diana Prince and Selina Kyle. Otherwise known as Wonder Woman and Catwoman respectively. These were the two women in his life who Bruce cared the most for, in both his identities. He would never deny it… in fact, in his quieter moments, he could even admit that he held love in his heart for both of them. Still, they were territorial women by nature. One an Amazonian princess, and the other a feline-styled cat burglar who always got what she wanted.

Leaving them alone had seemed like a good idea at the time, but now Bruce could admit, he was a little worried. And so, he pushes the door to his study open and steps inside, not really sure what he’s going to find… but certainly not expecting what he DOES find. The place is… perfectly immaculate. It doesn’t look trashed, or like a fight took place here.

But that doesn’t quite explain the state of Selina and Diana. Lounging back on one of the study’s couches, Selina Kyle has a Cheshire-like grin on her lips. Her leather catsuit is split open down the front, the zipper going all the way down past her pussy lips. Her full, gorgeous breasts are on full display, and so is her muff… or it would be, if a full head of raven-black hair wasn’t currently obscuring her cunt from view.

Indeed, where Selina is lounging on the couch, Diana is… kneeling before her. The Princess of the Amazons has her mouth molded to Selina’s quim and is vigorously eating her out from the look of things, though she jolts at the sound of the door opening and him entering the room. The whole debauched scene is book ended by the fact that while Selina has one hand intertwined in Diana’s locks… the other hand is holding Diana’s Golden Lasso of Truth aloft, wrapping it around her fist and pulling it taut where it’s currently binding Diana’s arms behind her back.

Smirking at him as Bruce’s feet slowly take him over to the pair, Selina stretches like a cat for a moment, before looking down at her prisoner almost… affectionately.

“Diana and here have had a talk about our priorities. As it turns out, we discovered that our desires regarding you aren’t entirely mutually exclusive~”

Blinking owlishly, Bruce just stares at the… admittedly arousing sight taking place in front of him. Diana isn’t denying it… but she also isn’t looking him in the eye right now. He needs to know she’s alright.

“Diana?”

Snickering, Selina yanks Diana away from her muff, showing just how wet the Amazonian Princess’ tongue and mouth have left her as she forcefully turns her head to look at him. Diana’s costume has seen better days, with her own tits exposed, likely by Selina’s claws. She blushes upon finally making eye contact with Bruce, trembling on her knees before him, still restrained in her own lasso.

“Tell him. Tell him why you want to be with him.”

Flushing, Diana squirms and fidgets for a moment before answering in a quiet tone.

“B-Because you’re a good man, Bruce…”

Blinking, Bruce can’t help but disagree internally, though he doesn’t say anything, recognizing that now might not be the best time for his usual self-flagellation. Selina, meanwhile, rolls her eyes and gives Diana’s hair a yank, drawing a wanton moaning mewl from the bound Amazonian’s pouty lips.

“And why do you need a good man like Bruce, hm?”

“I-I need a good man who will put me in my place! I w-want to be treated like trash, b-but I can’t risk giving up control to someone who will t-take advantage of me outside of the bedroom!”

Selina’s grin only grows wider the more Diana confesses, until finally the bound superheroine is done and slumps forward, hanging her head in humiliation and mortification. Looking to Bruce, Selina snickers again.

“So you see, Bruce… she needs you to treat her like the submissive little pet she’s always wanted to be. Meanwhile, I’m not nearly so pitiful. And I certainly wasn’t willing to give you up to such a worthless cunt.”

Bruce frowns, almost ready to jump to Diana’s defense… until he sees the effect that Selina’s words have on the bound Amazonian, the way Diana’s eyes half-roll back in her head before she shuts them, the breathy moan on her parted lips, the rubbing of her inner thighs together. She’s helplessly and hopelessly aroused by all of this. Not just by his presence, but by Selina’s as well…

“We came to an agreement, her and I. She’s had her needs taken care of by a woman before… several in fact, if you count her sisters back on Themyscira. And while I might not have the morals she’s looking for… you do. So that’s the deal. You and me, living a life of sin with our gorgeous, submissive pet Amazonian.”

… It sounded too good to be true, like his life had become some sort of porno when Bruce wasn’t looking. Looking between Selina’s grinning face and Diana’s flushed but hopeful expression, he almost wants to pinch himself to make sure he’s not dreaming. Instead, he holds out a hand to Selina. The cat burglar blinks, and then after a moment her grin gets even wider as she hands over her end of the Golden Lasso of Truth to him. Wrapping it around his fist, he pulls Diana’s kneeling, bound form across the few feet separating them and once she’s in front of him, he looks down at her.

“Is this truly what you want, Diana?”

“Y-Yes… yes, Master. Please… please use me to your heart’s content. Please fill this worthless vessel with your seed.”

Selina, rising from the couch, saunters over with her trademark sway to her hips and drops down into a crouch right next to the kneeling Amazonian Princess. Grabbing Diana by her jaw and pinching her face, she snickers.

“How can you say no when she begs like that, hm?”

Bruce opens his mouth to reply, but before he can, Selina suddenly rakes her claws across his pants. Her precision strikes are perfect, of course, and even as his pants and boxers fall away, his flesh beneath both is left completely untouched save for the lightest of a playful graze across his cock. But then of course, Selina and he are old hands at this, she knows exactly how… sizable he is, and where to strike.

Still, he throws her a chastising look that Selina just winks at him over, even as Diana’s breathy pants ghost across his throbbing member. He was half-hard before, but with the air from Diana’s mouth now buffeting his shaft, he grows harder still in record time. Selina, meanwhile, transitions her grip on Diana to the Amazonian Princess’ dark hair once more and shoves her forward into his crotch.

“Go on, pet. Just give in. He’s right there… show him how much you want him. Show him how submissive you can be.”

Big, doleful eyes stare up at Bruce as Diana’s nostrils flare against the side of his cock. Then, her mouth opens, and she begins putting it to work on his shaft in the same way Selina had had her working away at her quim before he’d entered the room. Wonder Woman, arguably the most powerful woman in the world, kneels before him and begins to nuzzle, lick, and suck at his cock dutifully.

It’s a heady feeling, and Bruce has to admit… he almost wishes he didn’t have this sudden authority. But then, that was the point, wasn’t it? Diana knew him. She knew who he was at his heart. While they might argue about whether or not he was truly a good man, he at least tried to be a good man. He would never abuse this power over her that Diana had given him. And if Selina tried, he would stop her.

Still, Selina might be her Mistress… but Bruce was supposed to be her Master, was he not? Reaching out, hesitantly at first but with more confidence when Selina gives him a look, Bruce takes hold of Diana’s hair from Selina’s hand and pulls the Amazonian woman’s head back until his cock is pressed against her lips. Then, he thrusts in as she opens wide for him, lolling out her tongue.

“Hulghk! Hulghk! Hulghk!”

He starts off slow, fucking Diana’s face… but he’s not gentle about it. She doesn’t want him to be, and besides that, Diana’s durability and strength and enhanced physicality mean that he and Selina are going to have to make her work to feel it anyways. And so, he fucks Diana’s face soundly, thrusting into the back of her throat with every last inch of his throbbing cock, pushing down her esophagus and into her gullet as she chokes and gags and gurgles on his dick.

Involuntary tears streak down both cheeks, but the way her tongue is writhing along the underside of his dick as he pounds into her mouth and throat make it clear she’s enjoying herself immensely. Of course, the way her crotch is all but humping the air like a bitch’s tail thumping against the ground is also a clear indicator. Meanwhile, Selina just grins.

“That’s it. Give it to her. Use our pet’s throat as the toy it is. Fuck, that’s actually really fucking hot.”

Stepping back, Selina rises to her feet, her hands going to her own body as she watches Diana get face fucked. Seeing an opportunity, Bruce reaches out with his other hand and pulls Selina to him, wrapping his free arm around her waist and laying his lips on her lips. Down below, Diana’s own lips are beginning to kiss the base of his cock, while he and Selina makeout almost tenderly, lovingly. It’s a juxtaposition of their new three-way relationship, to be sure.

And honestly… it’s a bit much for Bruce to handle for long before he’s tipping right over the edge. Normally, he would be a gentleman and warn his current partner before cumming, but in this case… he knows now what Diana wants. And so, still making out with Selina, he fills Diana’s mouth and throat with his jizz while holding her down on his cock the entire while. She gags and chokes mightily, but doesn’t resist, doesn’t fight back. She takes it, even as his cum explodes out of her nostrils and the sides of her mouth.

As he finishes and pulls back, his cock leaving Diana’s mouth, Selina is quick to disengage from him, only to grab his dick and give it a few quick expert tugs with her gloved hand, keeping him from going soft and indeed bringing him back to full mast in no time at all. As soon as he’s hard enough for her satisfaction, she gives his cock a more insistent tug, beginning to lead him back towards the couch.

“You’re fucking me and only me tonight, lover. Our pet can be the fluffer, and you can use her throat as many times as you like… but this cock is mine first and hers second, and she needs to learn that. So, I want you to fuck me in front of her… I want you to plow me all night long. Got it?”

Selina really does have a way with words. Still, a glance back at Diana’s kneeling form shows that, while part of her is disappointed, there’s a look of abject wonder and bliss on the Amazonian Princess’ face all the same. This sort of denial… it’s definitely doing it for her. Well, alright then.

Reaching down and grabbing Selina by her hips, Bruce proceeds to lift her up onto his desk. The gorgeous cat burglar moans, spreading her legs apart and offering him the very same dripping wet, saliva-coated quim that Diana had been preparing for him for however long they’d been going at it. Holding his cock, Selina guides it to her entrance… but its Bruce who thrusts into her, causing her to gasp and her back to arch as her eyes go crossed in pleasure.

“Yessss… fuck me, Bruce. FUCKING TAKE ME!”

Selina, unlike Diana, isn’t going to just wait for him to do it, not that he’s really hesitating at this point. She wraps her arms and legs around him, showing off her dexterity as she pulls him further into her. Bruce, meanwhile, grunts as he plants his hands on the desk beneath her on either side and really begins to fuck her. The desk in question jolts and shakes and shudders under the meaty impacts of his crotch against hers, while Bruce’s cock pistons in and out of Selina’s sopping wet cunt without hesitation, without stopping.

He loses himself in the moment… until a tongue and a pair of lips on his balls reminds him that they’re not alone. Glancing down, sure enough there’s Diana, kneeling between his legs, gazing up at him from underneath his cock and Selina’s ass as she happily begins to lap and slurp away at his rapidly swinging ball sack.

This wasn’t how Bruce expected any of this to turn out, but as he gives Selina exactly what she asked for and fucks her all night long, taking her well into the morning with Diana acting as their submissive pet and fluffer throughout the experience, he can’t really bring himself to mind it all that much. Certainly, having the most powerful woman in the world as your submissive sex pet in the bedroom was a huge responsibility… but in truth, not much bigger of a responsibility than most of the other things weighing down on Bruce’s shoulders.

And indeed, hours later, as he and Selina finally drift off to sleep in the Master Bedroom, with Selina curled into his side and Diana down between his legs lovingly and dotingly sucking at his cock with her arms still bound behind her back… Bruce could admit that this responsibility was perhaps the most enjoyable of all.