A Real Man Pt. 3 (DC Comics) (Patreon)

Poll Winner

Themes: Threesome, Dom/Sub, Fucked Silly

Summary: Part 3 of A Real Man. Based on this image. When Diana and Karen both start hearing rumors about what Bruce is truly capable of, neither of them are quite sure what to think. After all, there's no way a baseline human man could possibly handle both of THEM, right? And yet... they're tempted to find out. Really tempted. 

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It’s a quiet night in Gotham. A rare event that doesn’t happen very often. And not the sort of quiet night that preludes one of Batman’s bigger villains doing something crazy, like releasing his entire Rogue’s Gallery from Arkham Asylum, or attempting to sink Gotham City into a Hell Dimension or something like that. No, this is an honestly quiet night.

So of course, Batman is still in the Batcave, sat in front of the Batcomputer, gloved fingers darting across the keyboard and eyes moving back and forth across the bank of monitors from beneath his cowl. His work is never truly done, and while his presence might not be needed out in the City tonight, that doesn’t mean he’s not going to act as support for all his numerous proteges.

Of course, it DOES apparently mean that certain visitors think they can arrive largely unannounced and interrupt his evening. The only sign Batman gets of their arrival is the sudden woosh of air behind him… but that’s really all he needs, in the end. He is, after all, the Goddamn Batman. He knew they were coming before they themselves knew they were coming.

Once he’s finished sending one last message, Batman sets his jaw and slowly turns around in his chair, looking at the two women standing behind him with hands on their hips and cheery grins on their faces.

“Wonder Woman. Power Girl.”

The two busty, beautiful superheroines are a pair of the most powerful beings on the planet, on top of being two of the most powerful women on the planet. And yet, even they look at Batman, a mortal man with no powers, and show him respect. That said, there’s a hint of incredulity in their eyes all the same, as they seem to almost check him out, eyeing him up and down.

“Batman.”

Tilting his head to the side, the Caped Crusader grunts.

“What do you want?”

Sharing a glance, Wonder Woman and Power Girl seem to consider this for a moment, before Wonder Woman takes the lead.

“We’re here to try out for the Committee, I suppose.”

As Batman’s eyes narrow at that, Power Girl gives him a cheeky grin and an enthusiastic, albeit slightly teasing nod.

“That’s right! The Committee to Force Batman to Take a Break Through Copious Amounts of Sex!”

There’s a beat of silence, before Wonder Woman lets out a sigh.

“It really is a mouthful, isn’t it?”

Power Girl just nods along sagely, even as Batman grunts again.

“Still! We’ve heard some interesting rumors, Batman… and we’re here to find out just how true they are.”

Silence reigns once more for a long moment, before Batman finally breaks it.

“… Is that so?”

Wonder Woman and Power Girl both begin to nod again, though there’s worry in Wonder Woman’s eyes.

“We’re not expecting much Bruce. But we have decided you’re taking a break for the rest of tonight at least and-!”

In the midst of delivering her ultimatum… Batman stands up. He does so slowly, rising to his full height and staring both of the incredibly powerful women in the eye in the process. He’s not short, by any stretch of the imagination. And yet… he’s just a normal, baseline human man. So really… what can he do?

Except, mid-word, Wonder Woman finds her voice caught in her throat. Power Girl’s eyes widen as well. The two heroines pause as Batman tilts his head to the side, exuding a Presence that simply cannot be understated.

“Not expecting much, are you? I see.”

Then, he reaches down… and removes his codpiece with a flick of his hand. Both Diana and Karen’s eyes are attracted to this movement all but involuntarily, causing them each to stare at his cock as it flops out into open air. Their eyes widen and their jaws drop open as they see Bruce’s size. But it’s not just the size… it’s about how you wield it. It’s not about physical strength, but rather strength of Will.

Diana Prince, aka Wonder Woman, is the Princess of Themyscira, an Amazonian Royal with a stalwart personality and more willpower than most of the planet could boast. Likewise, Karen Starr, aka Power Girl, is a woman displaced from her original reality who has nevertheless forged a new life for herself in the world she finds herself in.

Both are strong, independent women who number among some of Earth’s Premier Heroines. And yet… and yet…

THUMP! THUMP!

The two find themselves dropping to their knees in front of Batman’s impressive cock one after the other. Their lips parted, their tongues tracing out as if to taste the air, they stare with wide eyes as Bruce steps forward and takes his member, slapping it across both of their faces back and forth. The thing is, they shouldn’t even be able to feel it. He’s just a man… r-right?

And yet, there’s a weight to Batman’s cock that neither superheroine can deny. Their large bosoms heave up and down and they find themselves emitting matching moans as Bruce rubs his growing length across their features, until finally he’s large enough that… well, he’s ready for them. His hands fall atop their heads, and before the two can so much as blink, he’s nonchalantly guided them where he wants them to go.

By all accounts, he could not force them to do anything they didn’t want to do. If they wished to set themselves in place and become unmovable, impossibly tough statues, they could have. But neither considers fighting against him for even a moment. As such, Wonder Woman finds herself opening wide and taking Batman’s massive cock into her waiting maw… while Power Girl is delegated to an activity lower down, her head brought to his huge balls, where she moans as she begins to suck and slurp at them all too willingly.

To fight alongside heavy hitters like Wonder Woman and Superman and the rest of the Justice League with only the power of money on your side, you’d certainly have to have a pair of large brass testicles dangling between your legs. Power Girl gets to find out just how large they are, as she gurgles helplessly, spit and saliva and drool quickly collecting on her lips.

Meanwhile, Wonder Woman, Princess of the Amazonians, gurgles as well as she descends down Batman’s magnificent and majestic member at his pace, her head bounced up and down his dick until she’s choking and gagging on his spectacular example of man meat.

“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”

In what feels like an instant, the two superheroines are debasing and humiliating themselves… all for a simple human man’s approval. Except there’s nothing at all simple about the Batman, is there? There’s nothing simple about Bruce Wayne either. Both Diana and Karen find themselves absurdly wet as they use their mouths to worship the glorious bait and tackle in front of them, their fingers diving down beneath their leotards to play with their pussies.

This continues on for what feels like an eternity, until finally, Batman grunts and pulls them both away from his cock and balls. Once again, the sheer Presence he exudes is enough to make them obey and not fight him in any way. By all rights, they could have forced themselves upon him, not allowing him to control the tempo of the situation for a moment longer. And yet… they do not.

Instead, they both gasp and pant, flushed and flustered to hell and back as they look up into the cowled eyes of the Batman while his cock twitches right in front of their faces. Without even thinking about it, their mouths drop open and their tongues loll out… just in time for him to cum all across their fronts. His seed is copious and seemingly never-ending, and by the time he’s done, Diana and Karen are covered in his jizz.

Their costumes, the greatest representations of their superheroine identities, are coated in white, hot cum from the Batman, leaving it beyond a shadow of a doubt just who has gotten the better of who here. But of course… he’s not done yet. His cock barely even droops before twitching and rising back to life, rock hard and ready for Round Two.

“Assume the position.”

Batman’s gravelly, deep voice sends a quivering quake through both powerful women as they don’t hesitate to obey. He doesn’t give any further instruction on what ‘the position’ actually is… and yet, caked in his jizz, dripping with his cum, they both turn and drop onto all fours all the same, reaching back and pulling aside their leotards to reveal their sopping wet cunnies to their new domineering lover.

Nodding his approval, Batman doesn’t hesitate. He crouches down behind Wonder Woman first, Princess of Themyscira… and mounts her like the bitch in heat she is. Diana squeals as Bruce’s huge fucking dick punches into her sloppy, drooling pussy from behind. She arches her back and moans like some sort of wanton slut as he begins to fuck her without hesitation, pounding into her cunt nonstop.

Beside them, Karen watches this with lidded eyes… and hurries to apply her fingers to her own cunt, making sure to match Bruce’s pace with her digits. By all accounts, her Kryptonian Physiology should allow her to go much faster than Bruce. By all rights, she should be able to fuck herself with her own fingers better than Bruce and his normal human cock ever could. Same for Diana, really.

Except… watching, Power Girl feels nothing but jealousy for her fellow heroine. Somehow she just knows that Wonder Woman is getting the better experience right now. Somehow, despite her strength and speed and all of her Kryptonian Powers, the blonde knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that she can only mimic a mere fraction of Batman’s domineering presence and the way he’s making Wonder Woman feel.

Diana cums again and again upon Bruce’s cock as Karen watches on. She squeals and cries out, begging for more and getting precisely that, even as his cum dries upon her chest, even as it soaks into her bodice, staining her uniform and making a mockery of her.

Finally, with a grunt, Batman gives Wonder Woman what she’s asking for. He cums deep inside of her, filling her with his seed for what feels like an eternity to Power Girl, who’s desperate to have her turn. Until finally, at long last, he pulls out of Wonder Woman… and moves onto her.

As soon as he pulls out of her, Diana collapses face first onto the floor of the Batcave, moaning and feverishly scooping his cum out of her cunt so she can bring it to her mouth and lick her fingers clean. She shakes and quivers, her exquisite and perfectly sculpted body quivering and trembling in all the manners one would expect it to after a solid, brain-numbing fuck.

Karen barely has a chance to note this, before Bruce arrives behind her. She gasps, as his gloved hand grips down on her short blonde hair and pulls her head back. She claws at the ground of the Batcave beneath her, scooping handfuls of dirt out of solid rock. Her entire body is pulled taut in anticipation… as Batman’s cock finally plunges into her drooling depths.

Just as expected, he’s better than her fingers could ever be. It shouldn’t be possible. She’s a Kryptonian. He’s a human. Sure, the old wives’ tale that Kryptonians and humans aren’t compatible because of differences in strength isn’t actually true. If it were, Clark and Lois would never have worked. In the end, a certain level of control eventually became second nature for Kryptonians. It became hard wired into their DNA. So no, there was no risk of Karen accidentally cutting Bruce’s dick off with her Pussy of Steel, any more than there was a risk of Clark accidentally fucking a hole through Lois’ body.

Ultimately, it would take real conscious effort to hurt a human lover. But that didn’t mean Power Girl hadn’t been under the impression that no normal baseline human could ever hope to satisfy her. An impression that she was now learning was entirely wrong. Batman was more than satisfying her… he was rocking her fucking world.

As he pulls her head back, forcing her spine to arch, as he fucks her hard and fast just as he did Wonder Woman, Power Girl’s eyes roll back in her skull and her tongue sticks straight out of her mouth. She moans through the pleasure and ecstasy that overwhelm her, climaxing more times than she can count upon Batman’s massive fucking schlong. His seed drips down from her own ruined costume, while plenty of it also stains her all-white outfit.

She feels like she’s finally right where she belongs, and something tells her that Diana feels much the same. They’d come here to get Bruce’s measure after hearing all sorts of things about what he’d been doing with some of the younger members of the Justice League. None of them were underage to be fair, all of them were fully consenting adults… but there was a note of concern that Batman might have been taking advantage of them.

They know better now, of course. Batgirl, Starfire, Miss Martian… they weren’t being taken advantage of. Rather, they’d stumbled upon something truly special… a man who knew what they needed and could give it to them. They’d stumbled upon something neither Wonder Woman nor Power Girl had thought existed.

They’d found… a Real Man.

Power Girl sees stars as Batman finally cums inside of her too. She’s lost track of how many orgasms he’s fucked her through by this point, but it’s certainly an impressive amount. When he finishes filling her womb, she quivers in happiness, and falls forward flat on her face and tits just like Wonder Woman did. Shuddering and trembling there on the floor of the Batcave, two of the Justice League’s premier heroines moan like a pair of cum-drunk whores, fingering themselves and slurping up Batman’s jizz as they kneel there face down and ass up right next to each other.

And what does Batman do, with such a debauched, depraved display right in front of him? He considers them both for a moment… before nodding decisively. His cock is quickly slipped back into the crotch of his uniform and his codpiece is placed back over it.

Then, the Caped Crusader turns away from the lewd, downed visages of a thoroughly humiliated Wonder Woman and Power Girl and sits back down at the Batcomputer, as if nothing had happened at all.