Bruce watches and listens to Selina's new bf

A week passed.

Bruce was walking in the halls of Wayne Manor after a gruelling day of patrol. The sun rising, he assumed there were only a handful of people left. Which is why he found it strange when the serenity of the empty manor was ruined by a muffled sound nearby. His curiosity got the better of him and he peeped through the half-crooked door.

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!

Bruce's eyes widened as he saw a cock significantly bigger than his own fuck the life out of his Catwoman. Still in costume, still plentiful and curvy, and getting the life fucked out of her by the largest cock he had ever seen. Her zipper went down, down, down, her breasts spilled out and shaking, and exposing her squelching cunt.

It was THAT outfit. The porn outfit. The outfit Bruce personally made for Selina so that he could fuck her on rooftops.

And she was using it with someone else. Someone with a cock that seemed almost absurd.

'W-what is that size? How can it be so much bigger than mine…!'

Who did the cock belong to? To whose pelvis did the thick, veiny connect to? Whose balls were engaged in steamy hot drumming with Gotham City's greatest ass?

Aaron Reigner, the fucking chef of the manor. He was pounding her from behind. He was giving her backshot after backshot.

And she was MOANING. With every thrust, her back arched and she moaned. She climaxed. She fell deeper in love.

"Harder! Harder! Mmmmph!"

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!

'H-how…' Bruce remembered his own experience. He remembered how failed to make her moan ONCE. Yet this man was succeeding where he failed. Where Bruce came early, he lasted. Where Bruce couldn't reach Selina's G-spot, Aaron crushed it.

Aaron Reigner, the chef, got Selina to cum and grip the sheets as if she was having the best sex of her life.

SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP–! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!

"Pound me, you stud! Pound me! Don't stop! Don't EVER stop! Just—mmmph!" Selina stretched her body. "Keep that cock coming, babe! Keep destroying this pussy of mine! I've never had a cock like—ooh~! Like this! LIKE THIS!"

No, she was having the best sex of her life—and that sex wasn't with either billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne or the Batman.

If Bruce had to guess, Aaron was three times bigger than him, in both length and girth. Sliding out, seeing his ludicrous length, Bruce didn't stand a chance. Even he knew, in all his male ego, if a woman had to choose between him and Aaron that they would pick the chef every time. Without exception. Money didn't matter. He could throw a million bucks at a woman and they would prefer the performance of the better dick every time.

Women gravitated towards bigger cocks. It was probably why Selina abandoned him at the rooftop. With a cock like that, there would be no use for Bruce.

He watched in awe as Aaron's nutsack swayed back, just to slap Selina's ass. It should have been painful since she was still in her leather costume but not for him apparently. His testicles were literally built differently. They were bigger than Bruce's cock. Individually!

It was infuriating! Bruce was average, more or less (okay, less), and had a huge, buff body to compliment it. On top of that he had wealth, branded clothes, a nice car, he had everything. He was Batman, for Christ's sake! The Batmobile, the Justice League—a majority of America was under his thumb!

"Your cock is so big!"

...except that, apparently.

He pressed his ear against the door, hearing each and every single one of her whines and moans. Then he peeked through the crack of the door again. Her eyes. Her glorious green eyes, once sharp with pride, were absorbed into lust. Lust over the cock ramming into her pussy without restraint. Ecstasy from how stretched her walls were. Addiction from the sheer number of times she came.

How? Why? When? The World's Greatest Detective couldn't answer any of those questions.

"You're so big and deep and fuck! Unh~! Ah~! That's all I've ever wanted! I'm cumming~! Aaron, I'm CUMMING~!"

Hearing her tantalizingly horny voice, he pitched a tent. He couldn't help it. Despite how badly he was getting cucked, it was still hot. Selina was still sexy and her getting railed by another man wasn't going to change that.

She came over and over again. She experienced peaks that Bruce had never been give to her. Back-to-back orgasms that shook her body in ways that he had never seen. Forget Selina, Bruce had never seen a woman get fucked that hard period.

"Ah! Ah! Oh! Oooh~! Just like that, Aaron! Nice and deep like thaaat~!"

SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP–! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—! PLAP—!

CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—! CLAP—!

"Bruce might hear," Aaron commented. Bruce froze, thinking he was caught.

"Who fuuucking cares! His little dick can sit there and listen!"

Little dick. She announced to the world that Batman had a little dick.

Fuck.

It wasn't like he could argue against it either.

They just kept going. They just kept fucking as if the chances of someone overhearing was irrelevant.

Aaron and Selina, it was like they belonged together.

Selina's moans got louder and louder with every passing second. Bruce wasn't even worried about getting caught anymore. Those two were in their own little world, kept together by their considerable gifts, and he was weirdly honoured to be a part of it. Although he recognized he'd never be able to fuck Selina again, at least he got to watch and listen.

Batman never thought he'd be a cuck. He was a playboy. A man that had slept with hundreds of women, including Vicki Vale, Talia al Ghul, Charlotte Rivers...

He didn’t mind, however, because all the built up arousal and anger and frustration was channelled to one thing: the mission. Batman became the Bat Cuck for the sake of Gotham City. He stayed there, listening and watching, a tent pitched, because it would help Gotham.

At least that was what he told himself while clenching his fists in pure envy.