The girls get his dick out

One of the girls went off to get “Kate”, at Stacy’s command. The rest of the girls stayed in the room, looking Batman over in awe as he lay there knocked out. Stacy kept her foot on his dick, stroking it, keeping him at maximum hardness even while he was limp and **** everywhere else.

“His costume’s pretty good… It looks so real!” one of the girls commented in a loud excited whisper.

“Maybe it is.” another whispered back, growing hotter by the second as she stared at his manly chin and the line of drool coming down it. “Maybe Stacy actually just knocked out the real deal.”

“With one smack?” Stacy asked raising an eyebrow, unconvinced. “No way. The real Batman wouldn’t get put to sleep by that. He wouldn’t get stumbled from a pillow fight.”

She let her eyes drift back down to his prominent dickbulge, rock hard and appetizing. She chewed her lip. Even though she didn’t believe it, it would be pretty hot…

“But how about…” she gulped. “How about we don’t tell Kate that, yeah? It’d be kinda hot to see how she’d dom the Batman if she got the chance, if this loser was the real deal…”

The “Kate” in question was another college student, like these girls, who lived in a different dorm room. She was beautiful, with perfect flowing hair, and possessed just as generous genetics as these girls did. Perhaps even moreso. But there was something else about Kate, something very important - her reputation. Behind that brilliant smile and that cheerful attitude, Kate was known as the campus Handjob Queen. She would get called in almost like a sultry assassin whenever her skill set was required. She could turn all of the boys into quick shots with just one hand, no matter how sure of themselves they were, and then she would hit them with that perfect smile and ask “is that it, sweetie?”

She was ruthless, sexy, and often called upon by the other girls to sexually humiliate and dispose of the trash. Usually “the trash” meant ex-boyfriends, or annoying losers, but today it meant a superhero. It meant the crumpled remains of the Batman currently knocked out on the dorm room floor. The campus Handjob Queen was about to test her skills against a genuine Justice Leaguer. He didn’t stand a chance.

After Kate arrived, she took a moment to just stare. To stare at the deep-sleeping superhero laying on the floor at the girls’ feet, breathing steadily, with a hard and prominent dickbulge. Her mouth grew dry.

“You… You really… You beat Batman?” she asked at last. “This isn’t a joke? He’s actually…?”

“Yep, it’s the real deal! Knocked him out myself.” Stacy said, flexing an arm and planting a foot on his chest. “He put up a good fight, but I guess I’m just a little better.”

The other girls in the dorm were trying not to laugh as Kate stared in awe. After all, most of them thought this wasn’t the real Batman they had sleeping on their dorm floor. That it wasnt the real Batman about to have his chub tugged on fresh after a knockout. How wrong they were.

“Wake him up.” Kate said, voice husky as her body grew warmer from the sight of a drooling Batman to play with. “Wake him the fuck up, now.”

It didn’t take long for a pair of the girls to gently shake the superhero awake by his broad shoulders. When he came to, he did so with blurry vision, shaking his head weakly as he tried to process where he was. With considerable effort, he lifted his head from the floor and looked around at the ensemble of grinning, giggling college girls that surrounded as he lay on the ground. He… He remembered. They had knocked him out. He had fought back and gotten stiffened out anyway. Cold-cocked. But now they had woken him back up. Was this… mercy?

Still not fully there upstairs, Batman grunted, then got unsteadily up to his feet on wobbly legs. All of the girls followed his movement with their heads, eager for what would come next. Come on ‘Batman’, we fucking knocked you out. Aren’t you going to try punish us?

As the muscular, legendary superhero stood to his full imposing height and tried to gather himself, he couldn’t help but stare at Kate. She was at the front of the group, and he couldn’t look away from her. Her glinting eyes. Her mocking, but anticipatory pouty lips’ smile. Her… chest. So obvious through the tight-clinging white tank top she had planned to sleep in. The thin material almost gave the impression that it was painted on. Her busty rack was… Straight out of Batman’s dreams. It rivaled even Harley Quinn’s.

Kate walked towards Batman cautiously as he stood there, slightly wobbling to and fro. Each step was its own test to see how he would react. And with each step her confidence grew. The glazed-eyed knockout victim of a superhero barely reacted to her at all as she slowly approached him, his eyes frozen on her big perky boobs, getting closer and closer.

Kate stopped. She was near to him now. Close enough to see his weak expression, his bleary eyes. His stiff cock. And close enough for one final test. Biting her lip in excitement, Kate took a moment to breathe and prepare herself… then quickly slapped him across the face.

Batman had seen it coming from the first motion she’d made, but in the moment, he simply didn't know what to do. How to dodge. How to counter. It was like he had forgotten everything. His rattled, knocked-out brain had failed him, his training had failed him, and his burning desire to not miss how her follow-through would make those titties bounce had failed him.

Kate’s palm connected with his cheek with a loud SMACK, her titties bouncing just as he had hoped for. And then the busty college girl watched with amazed disbelief as the Batman’s legs gave out, and he fell to his knees at her feet.

"uhhh..." Batman let out a meek sigh, head dropping towards the floor as he knelt there half-slumped.

"Oh my god!" she shouted, adrenaline and feelings of power rushing through her. "Batman's a fucking loser!"

The words entered his mind. Was he… Was he a loser? Losers lose, and he had lost… So many times…

He barely registered it as Kate followed him down, squatting in front of him and slipping her hand down the front of his pants. There was a warm flush over her face and chest as she grabbed his cock and pulled it free. It was a decent size, and it fit well in her hand. It felt perfect. It felt right.

Squatting in front of the kneeling loser, one hand slowly starting to stroke the hero’s cock while the other went to squeeze at one of her tits, Kate felt pleasure consume her. She began stroking him faster.

"Check this out girls!" she said, slowly building up until she was putting all of her effort into making him cum. She wanted him to explode. Fast. She wanted him to be pumping seed as quickly as was possible. She had to make him prejac. She just had to.

And from the trigger-happy way his dick was reacting, she would get her wish.

"Look, he's already about to nut, what a loser!" she announced proudly.

Yes… He was a loser… He was supposed to lose…

Batman’s rod was so stimulated from her soft hand, the pre-cum lube, the amazing technique… And the slight glimpse at her pajama-covered tits. His dick was twitching all over the place. And in no time flat, he was blasting cum. For her, for Kate. Batman was done in by the campus handjob queen, and as his mind went white and his kneeling thighs twitched and shuddered, as he went cock-eyed and nearly knocked out on the spot, his toes curling tight inside of his little boots, he had to endure a chorus of upbeat laughter and giggling from the college girls watching.

The experience left him panting and spent. By some miracle the handjob hadn’t knocked the Justice Leaguer out, but he was in no condition to fight or attempt an escape. No condition to do anything but kneel there at pant, totally at this vixen slut’s mercy. She grinned, pride welling up in her chest, slowly stroking his wilting dick as it twitched between her fingers and oozed out the last bits of sperm.

“Oho, so fast Batman…” Kate taunted haughtily. “I expected more. Your dick is pathetic.” Kate slapped it with one hand, making the wilting cock bob. She held back a giggle at the sight, and at Batman’s rolling eyes inside of his dazed head.

“Let’s get this thing hard again and give you a second chance.” she said, licking her lips. “Surely such a strong superhero like you won’t blow your load to a college girl’s soft hand twice. Right? It must have just been bad luck that you sprayed cum so fast. But how to get it hard again? Girls, any ideas?”

Kate’s friends happily obliged, more than willing to join in on this amazing spectacle. One of their own was squatted down in front of a delirious Batman, holding his cock and smack-talking him. They had to be a part of this. This was college feminist history.

A row of the girls acted in sync, lifting their tops and flashing him their boobs. They giggled and gave their bare titties a little shake, dancing for him as his dim-witted eyes turned towards them and followed their hypnotic sway. His slack jaw was open stupidly as he eyed up the energetic young girls’ huge naked cans, and Kate felt his dick come alive in her palm once again.

“Thaaat’s better…” she smirked. Then, she set back to work.

"uhh-uhhh-hh-uhhh" Batman was grunting as she glided her hand up and down his cock. The bare-titted girls gathered closer, now having a personal investment in his loss on top of their pre-existing overwhelming interest.

Not a one of them covered up their boobs now that he was hard. In fact, all of them giggled and gave Batman some more eye candy in one way or another. Shimmying, swaying, jumping… They were having so much more fun shaking their tits for Batman than the pillow fight that knocked him out ever could have been.

"Cum! Cum! Cum! Cum!" the girls in the dorm began chanting, cheering on their Handjob Queen as she sought to dom Batman’s cock yet again. Kate smirked as Batman slumped back, the stimulation overpowering him and causing his brain to misfire.

I… I’m a loser… he thought, shaking and spasming. I’m losing… that civilian milf, Harley Quinn, Catgirl, those goons… These young ladies… I’m just a loser…

Without really knowing why, Batman found himself trying to stand up. Maybe some part of him realized the humiliation that was about to come, and was trying to escape. Too bad.

“Ah ah ah!” one of the girls chided, bending down and twisting her body to smack his face with her nude bust. It knocked him back on his ass, the heavy impact from her round tits on his face far too much for him to handle. Yet he found himself immediately trying to get up again, slowly rising halfway to his feet, only to get that same pair of boobs smacking him in the face and finding himself on the floor again. As this girl kept him in his pen with her breasts, his dick was getting ever-closer to a massive eruption.

Batman kept trying to rise to his feet, and kept getting slapped in the face by naked breasts to drop him back down. His body was just on auto-pilot, repeating the same thing over and over with no intelligent thought behind it. It was a fucking hilarious sight.

"What a terrible superhero~" one of the girls giggled as another boob-smack dropped Batman to the floor again.

"He can't even stand up! Hit him again, Courtney!"

Another hard hit sent him back down, but this time his eyes also rolled back in his head and glazed over some more. Misfiring brain no longer under his control, the slack-jawed superhero started grunting and bucking his hips mindlessly.

"Ahaha, he's gonna cum AGAIN!" one of the girls shouted.

"Don't let him fall asleep! You’re knocking him out!" another said, noting how close he had come to getting knocked out by a pair of swinging tits. Courtney, the boobs’ proud owner, giggled in agreement. Clearly there was power in those puppies that she had to reel in. She didn’t want him going to sleep before Kate made him burst.

One of the girls in the back had begun filming the incredible scene. Filming this ultimate low point in the Batman’s career. How had he fallen so far? It was shameful. It was humiliating.

Her phone caught everything as Batman started bucking his hips into the air and grunting louder. Then… he spurted his seed. Ropes shot out far from his dick, and a loud cheer sounded as Kate the Handjob Queen had beaten him again. Kate just smiled, basking in her work.

"The entire JUSTICE LEAGUE's gonna see this one, Batman! Say hi for the camera!! Can you still talk, actually?" the camera girl asked tauntingly. There was no time for a response. In the middle of a body-shocking chain-grunting orgasm, Courtney had wound up her torso again and let fly, smacking her soft round boobs again Batman’s head one final time. It was too much.

Without so much as a whimper, Batman’s grunting suddenly stopped as the boobs made impact with his jaw - instantly passed out from the handjob and breast swinging. He collapsed over backwards, lying fast asleep on the ground just as he had been when Kate first arrived. The dorm room burst into a gigglefit at the sight.

"Wow, he must think you're a real KNOCKOUT, babe~!" one girl said, reaching out and poking one of Courtney’s naked boobs with a fingertip. Courtney didn’t respond, just staring at his peacefully resting face in pure awe. Holy shit. Her bare boobs had just knocked a man out.

Meanwhile the Handjob Queen was standing over him cockily, wiping her semen-covered hand on his chest. Another job well done, another loser taken care of.

"I'm not surprised~~ I always thought I might be able to jerk the Bat into sweet oblivion if we ever met~" she bragged.

Though she was playing it cool on the outside, inside she was freaking out and fangirling. Batman! THE Batman! Defeated by a bunch of sluts! She’d made his dick pump TWICE! She had him quite literally in the palm of her hand… She always knew she was good, but damn…

With Batman having been knocked out and jerked off, the girls had plenty of time to enjoy the moment for as long as they wanted. Basking in it. Taking close-up photos and video of his slack-jawed sleepy face. What a fucking LOSER, coming in here and ending up like this!

When they were done enjoying the novelty, they wrote a massive bold “L” on a sticky note, and stuck it to his snoozing forehead. With that final humiliation done, a group of the girls worked together to carry the heavy, muscular man out and throw him into the hallway. Covered in jizz and passed out.

“Nice costume, loser!” one girl called out to his dumped and slumped body.

There was raucous laughter as the door swung closed, leaving him out there alone. Knocked out.

Batman dreamt there for most of the night without stirring. The girls had put him deep, DEEP under. His brain couldn’t recover so quickly, so he just lay there defeated, snoring softly. It was utter humiliation that he was too battered to even comprehend. All of his years of training, all of his expensive tech, all of his dedication to the mission - Harley Quinn had reduced him to this. This sorry state where a college campus handjob Queen could totally overpower him. Where he could get knocked out by nothing more than a firm bust.

He was done. If there had been any doubt before, there was none now. The Batman was finished. If his performance against some random chick with a hand on his cock was so poor, then everything he had built was finally over. His hard-earned strength, his long-trained skill, it all wilted and faded against the natural-born gifts of a hot girl. A round ass or a soft hand, and he was knocked out. Cumming like a leaky hose. That was all it took. A good pair of tits was all it took now. The legendary Batman was fucking done.