COMMISSION: Gotham's Reigner Dick Humiliation - Katana & Starfire

Chapter 1 - Katana & Bruce 

Bruce Wayne’s lips crashed into Katana’s with a hunger that neither of them could deny. Where else could they but the BatCave? Tatsu Toro—Katana—wrapped her arms around Bruce’s neck, pulling him closer as their tongues danced, hot and desperate. The thrill of the  forbidden was exhilarating. They were sex buddies, nothing more, nothing less—but in moments like this, it felt like so much more.

Her back hit the edge of the chair-turned-bed, and Bruce’s hands trailed down her sides, gripping her hips possessively. She let out a soft gasp as he lifted her, her legs instinctively parting to make room for him. Bruce’s breath was ragged as he stepped back, his hands fumbling with the waistband of his pants. Katana’s eyes followed his movements, a small smile playing on her lips. She leaned back on her elbows, her short black hair framing her face, and watched as he finally freed himself.

He was fully hard, but even then, there wasn’t much to see. Katana’s sharp eyes took in the sight of his modest size, and she couldn’t help the giggle that escaped her. It was soft, almost breathless, but it was enough to make Bruce pause.

“What’s so funny?” Bruce Wayne growled, his voice low and gravelly, the same tone he used when interrogating criminals. 

Katana’s smile widened. “Nothing, Bruce.” She carried that quiet, calm tone she was known for. With a jiggle, she added, “It’s just… everytime I see it, I expect it to get bigger. It is a cock from the Batman.”

Bruce’s jaw tightened and he stepped closer to the chair, his cock twitching slightly as he slapped it against her pussy. The sound was almost comical and Katana giggled again, louder this time.

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” he demanded. He wasn’t used to being laughed at—especially not in the bedroom. Selina, Talia, Vicki…

He had fucked a LOT of women. He might be average but he wouldn’t be mocked. 

Katana propped herself up on her elbows, her eyes flicking down to his cock and then back up to his face. “You’re supposed to be this big, strong legend,” she said matter of factly. “But this? It’s so… small.” 

The Japanese lady was trained since she was young to be disciplined. Yet with this small cock in front of her…she bit her lip, trying to suppress another laugh, but it slipped out anyway.

Bruce’s face turned red, and he crossed his arms over his chest, his muscles flexing in frustration. “It’s four and a half inches,” he said defensively. “That’s not small.”

Katana was immediately skeptical. She heard heard him utter a specific number before. “Is it?” she asked. “Because it doesn’t look like four and a half inches.”

Bruce’s nostrils flared and he grabbed a tape measure from the nightstand. He held it up, his jaw clenched as he measured himself, his cock looking even smaller against the stark black lines of the tape. Katana watched him with an amused smile, her legs still spread, her pussy glistening with arousal.

“See?” he said, the tape measure from the underside. From balls to the tip of his cock. “Four and a half.”

Katana was in the chair-bed and leaned forward slightly, her eyes narrowing as she studied the measurement. Then she shook her head. “It appears even the World’s Greatest Detective can make mistakes. You are measuring it wrong. You are supposed to press to your pelvis, into the bone.”

“...”

Katana reached out, her fingers brushing against his hand as she guided the tape measure toward the base of his cock. “Here,” she said. “Do it properly.”

Bruce hesitated for a moment, but then he did as she instructed, pressing the tape measure into the soft flesh at the base of his cock. When he looked down at the measurement, his face turned pale. “Three inches,” he muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. “Barely three inches.”

Katana’s laughter filled the room, and she leaned back on the bed, her legs still spread. Katana was a small woman. Five-foot-two, a woman that did not have a huge pussy or huge tits. Her best feature was her ass and lean muscles.

“It’s not four and a half, Bruce. It’s tiny.”

Bruce’s hands clenched into fists and he dropped the tape measure, his face a mask of anger and humiliation. He slapped his supposedly small cock positioned himself between her legs. His cock was hard, but it looked almost comically small against her wet pussy.

“Shut up,” he growled. “You still love it.”

Katana’s laughter faded as Bruce thrust into her, his cock stretching her. He moved clumsily, his breathing heavy and erratic, and within seconds, he slipped out. He cursed under his breath and tried again, but the same thing happened. 

Thrust, thrust—

Fuck!

Katana giggled softly, her hands resting on his shoulders as he struggled to stay inside her.

“You are letting your emotions run you, little bat~”

He ignored her, his face a mask of determination as he thrust into her once more. This time, he managed to stay inside. The following seconds of sex were hurried and uncoordinated, and he was already breathing hard, his muscles straining with the effort.

“One… two… three…” Katana counted under her breath. “Four… five… and there’s another slip.”

So kind, so monotone…

Was she even liking this?

Bruce growled, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he thrust into her again. All of it, balls deep. His cock was small, but it was still enough to make her moan softly, her body responding to his movements despite his clumsiness. 

“Haah~! That’s good! That’s, mmmph, good~!”

He fucked her as hard as he could. He did not hold back. He couldn’t. Katana’s hands left his shoulders as he brought her pleasure. “G-good! Good! Yes! That’s it! Mmmph, you’re to—”

Make her cum. He smirked. He was doing it. Although he was sweating too, his brow furrowed in concentration. He tried to keep his pace steady—

Wait, fuck.

He heaved. He breathed.

He…he almost bust. He almost came inside her! Shit!

Bruce’s frustration was palpable, his jaw clenched. He maintained his rhythm, but his small cock kept slipping out of Katana’s tight pussy. Thrust, slip. Thrust, slip. It was almost comical, the way his buff, trained body moved with such determination only to fail miserably every other stroke. Katana’s soft giggles filled the room, her laughter a stark contrast to his growls of annoyance.

“Damn it,” Bruce muttered under his breath, his hands gripping her hips tighter as he tried to angle himself better. But it was no use. His cock, barely over three inches, just wasn’t built for this. 

Now that he knew, he was just…off. 

He thrust again, and again, his count already at seven, but he was out by the eighth.

Katana’s giggles grew louder, her hand coming up to cover her mouth as she tried to stifle it. “Bruce, you’re slipping out again.”

“I know,” he snapped, his tone sharp, but there was a hint of desperation in it. He wasn’t used to failing at anything, let alone something as primal as this. He thrust again, this time making it to ten before he slipped out once more.

Katana’s giggles turned into full-blown laughter now, her body shaking with mirth. “I almost there, Bruce…”

His face flushed with embarrassment, but he wasn’t about to give up. He repositioned himself, his hands hooked under her thighs to keep her legs spread wide and his thrusts deeper. Now, there was no way for him to slip out.

He fucked hard.

Katana moaned. 

“Mm, yes~!”

What a tight pussy! Fuck, even with his small cock, he could feel her walls clamping down on him! He thrust again and again and again, this time making it to fifteen, but he was out by the sixteenth.

Katana’s laughter subsided, replaced by soft moans as she felt him inside her, even if it was only for a moment. “It’s okay, Bruce,” she said, her voice soothing now. 

“Tell me how good it feels!” he demanded, his voice harsh and rough, his eyes locked on hers.

Katana moaned, her hips rocking against his as she met his thrusts. “It’s even better than I hoped,” she gasped. “No other man could ever possibly have a penis as short and thin as yours! You must have the smallest penis of any man who’s ever lived!”

Bruce’s growl was primal, his thrusts becoming even more frantic as he raced toward his climax.

“---don’t worry, I am sure Batman will be fine with you, Shiva. You are Cass’ mother—”

Voices. Women. People. The World’s Greatest Detective immediately registered and identified who it was.

Alas, his mind worked faster than his body this time. H had no time to react before the door to the BatCave swung open. There were five primary entry points: one that was a fleet of stairs, a second that was downstairs, a third down, down below from sewers, a fourth underneath the chair, and the fifth to his direct left.

The sudden intrusion froze him mid-thrust, his small cock slipping out of Katana’s pussy with an almost comical plop. Barbara Gordon stood in the doorway, her red hair catching the light, her lips parted in shock. Behind her, Helena Bertinelli, Stephanie Brown, Cassandra Cain, and Lady Shiva crowded in, their eyes widening as they took in the scene.

All of them were in costume.

All of them saw Bruce Wayne as Batman fucking Katana. 

All of them saw that tiny cock reddening and throbbing.

“Oh my God,” Barbara whispered. “Is that… is that it?”

Spurt, spurt, spuuurt!

The excitement of being seen, his natural sensitivity, and Katana’s pussy having already done so much to him…

“N-no!”

Bruce’s face turned crimson. He tried to cover himself, but there was no hiding the truth. His small, hard cock stood pitifully and came pitifully. Spurt, spurt, spurt! A thin trail of cum splattered on his face—evidence of his premature ejaculation.

The silence that ensued was deafening. His small, hard cock did not soften, not yet. He was breathing hard, his own face glistening from his own nut. Humiliating. So damn humiliating. His heart raced. His cock throbbed as hard as it could from the anxiety.

Dammit! Somehow, he preferred it had been flaccid! At least then, he could make up an excuse. But no, reality had to be cruel. Reality wanted everyone to see him at his hardest and for the ladies to stare.

Helena Bertinelli snickered. Stephanie Brown, his own daughter-figure, put a hand to her mouth. Cassandra Cain blinked. She already knew. Of course she did, she had better eyes than him in some aspects. Lady Shiva…

Lady Shiva, the one woman he had never defeated in hand to hand combat, clicked her tongue and smirked. 

Helena stepped forward, her arms crossed while snickering. She looked like she wanted to bend over and examine the little willy. “Wow, Bruce. I knew you were Batman, but I didn’t realize you were also… Mini-Man.”

Stephanie burst out laughing, clutching her sides. “Oh, this is too good! Look at it! It’s like a baby carrot dipped in insecurity sauce!” She pulled out her phone, already recording. “Say cheese, Brucie!”

Cassandra, ever the silent observer, tilted her head, her eyes narrowing as if she were studying a particularly perplexing puzzle. Lady Shiva, on the other hand, let out a low, mocking chuckle. “Even for a man of your stature, Batman, I expected more. This is… disappointing.”

Bruce’s jaw tightened, his fists clenching at his sides. “Y-you…why are you all…?”

But none of them moved. Instead, Barbara stepped closer, her eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and something else—something darker. “We’re not going anywhere, Bruce. Not until we’ve had our fun.”

Katana sat up on the chair-bed, her legs crossed. She seemed almost amused by the situation, as if she had been waiting for this moment. Bruce didn’t notice. All his mental and physical energy had gone down to his tiny cock. It couldn’t grow bigger no matter how hard he tried, no matter the training or willpower.

God. Some men were born lucky and Batman was not one of them. He had money, he had intelligence, but a big cock? No. 

“What do you think, ladies?” Helena asked the ladies. “Should we let him off the hook? Or should we make him… perform?”

Stephanie’s eyes lit up. “Oh, definitely make him perform. I want to see him try to jerk off that little thing.”

Bruce’s nostrils flared, his pride taking another hit. “You’re not serious.”

Helena stepped closer, her smirk widening. “Oh, we’re dead serious. If you don’t, we’ll make sure the entire world knows about your… little secret. Imagine the headlines: ‘Wayne’s Biggest Weakness Revealed!’”

The threat hung in the air and Bruce knew they weren’t bluffing. He glanced around the room, his eyes landing on each of their faces—mocking from Helena, amusement from Lady Shiva, and curiosity from Cassandra. 

“So small…” Cassandra muttered. She was comparing him to someone and Bruce hated that he knew who. 

With a resigned sigh, he stood up. He faced them with pride—well, as much as he could must in this humiliating moment. His hands trembled slightly as he reached for his cock.

The women gathered around him, forming a semi-circle, their eyes locked on his every move. Bruce hesitated, his pride warring with his desperation to make this humiliation end. Slowly, he wrapped his fingers around his shaft, his grip awkward and unsure. His cock was so small that it was eclipsed. The women erupted into laughter.

Bruce had to adjust his grip. What he did before…it was unnatural. He knew it and they knew it too. He had to try a different approach. The pinch jerk-off. A finger and a thumb. 

Pathetic. So pathetic. He wanted to pump his cock like a normal man and couldn’t.

“It’s so much different,” Cassandra murmured. 

“Look at that!” Stephanie cackled, zooming in with her phone. “It’s like he’s trying to pinch a crumb off the floor!”

“Come on, Bruce, you can do better than that,” Barbara teased, her voice dripping with mock encouragement. “Give it a good tug. Show us what you’ve got.”

Bruce’s jaw clenched, his humiliation reaching new heights. He adjusted his grip, pinching the base of his cock between his thumb and forefinger—a tweezer grip that only emphasized its ridiculous size. He began to stroke, his movements smooth and experienced.

“Heh, he’s done this many times,” Lady Shiva noted. “Since he was young, I bet.”

“So he never grew!?” Helena finally burst into laughter and slapped her thighs. “That’s terrible!”

“And funny,” Stephanie chimed in while still recording. “You hear that? The criminals of Gothams have been getting their asses kicked by the smallest dick ever—and it’s all natural. No Joker chemicals!”

The women continued to laugh and taunt.

“Oh my God, it’s like watching someone try to pet a mouse with oven mitts,” Helena snorted, wiping a tear from her eye. “This is the best thing I’ve ever seen.”

Cassandra, who had been mostly silent, finally spoke up, her voice soft but cutting. “...it likely helps with crime fighting. However, do you think he has ever made a woman orgasm?”

“O-of course I have!” Bruce grit his teeth and jerked his dick off. He was almost there, almost there. “W-when do I stop?”

Lady Shiva crossed her arms, her smirk never fading. “Keep going until we say otherwise.” A snicker. “Perhaps this is why you rely so heavily on gadgets, Batman. You clearly do not have the equipment to handle things on your own.”

Bruce’s strokes grew faster, his breath hitching as he tried to ignore their words. But it was impossible. Their laughter, their mocking comments—they filled the room, drowning out any semblance of dignity he had left.

“Almost there, Bruce,” Barbara said, her voice almost gentle. She leaned over, curious, hands on her knees. So gentle and so kind and so judgemental. “Just a little more. Let’s see what you’re made of.”

Stephanie was practically bouncing with excitement, her phone steady in her hand. “This is going viral. I can already see the hashtags: #TinyBatman #PencilDickProblems.”

“D-don’t—”

Post it?

Bruce’s breathing grew ragged, his strokes becoming more frantic. He was close—so close. But the humiliation was almost too much to bear. Finally, with a low groan, he reached his breaking point. His tiny cock twitched in his hand, a thin stream of cum shooting out and splattering on the floor of the Bat Cave. 

He let out strange sounds as he did. Mewling, whimpering—extremely feminine noises that earned laughter from the women.

They literally doubled over with glee. Stephanie zoomed in on the pathetic display, capturing every detail. “Oh my god, he’s whimpering! That’s sooo cute!”

“That’s the big finish?” Cassandra’s face scrunched up. “Compared to…” 

“I know,” Lady Shiva agreed. “Even my David wasn’t this pathetic.”

“Dick was a bit like this,” Barbara added. 

Bruce straightened himself, his dick going soft and his face burning with shame. He knew this moment would haunt him forever. The women continued to laugh, their voices echoing in his ears as Stephanie zoomed in on his tiny flaccid cock.

All balls, no cock. It took the maximum zoom-in setting to get a proper view of the damn dick. 

“Well, Bruce,” Barbara said. “At least now the world knows the truth: even the Batman has his weaknesses.”

He hardened instantly. He couldn’t stop that part of him, that trained discipline and lust. The women cooed. Bruce turned, agitated. 

“Katana…” He jerked his tiny dick off. “I’m going to fuck you until you’re screaming, got it?”

Katana spread her cunt. “Do your best!”

She never screamed. She let him come close and fuck her but she never screamed. She moaned, she enjoyed the sex, but she never screamed.

Between gasps and approaching a climax, Katana rubbed circles around his back. He was pumping in and out of her without any mistakes.

And yet…the ladies were not impressed. Especially Cassandra and Lady Shiva.

"I-it must have been so hard. You're perfect for my vagina, but there's no way something this tiny could have provided even the smallest amount of sexual pleasure to any woman with a remotely normal-sized vagina."

She could feel him throbbing. He was about to cum. She licked her lips.

“Just like my ex-husband. The two of you are kindred spirits.” 

Bruce grunted and promptly came inside her in record time. Stephanie Brown recorded everything.

Some days later, the videos were posted. The comments were ruthless.

Hotkitty69: < Bruce was my crush, no way 😭

GreenestQuiver: < Dawg has a small three times smaller than mine and I’m average

Singingcanary2002: < There goes my crush…

lastdaughter: < That can’t be him…

BlondeBIsexual <: Has to be him. Same body type and everything. Look at his biceps. Bruce is JACKED.

Jokster: < ay, is it just me or does he look a bit like Batman…?

Whether it was Stephanie that posted it or some hacker remained to be seen.

Chapter 2 - Dick Humiliation

The Jamaican sun blazed overhead, painting the sky in hues of gold and blue as the waves gently lapped at the shore. The nude beach stretched out in both directions, dotted with bronzed bodies basking in the heat, free of inhibition. Among them, Dick Grayson and Koriand’r—better known as Starfire—strolled hand in hand, the Tamaranean princess completely unbothered by her lack of clothing.

Dick, however, was struggling.

“Sheesh, they may both be hot but that lady is too thicc for a dick like that…”

“Yeah, no way he’s got the meat.”

“Tiny little dick for a big titty lady. Man.”

“Aw, it’s so cute. It’s half as big as my ex-boyfriend~”

“Don’t you think he looks a little like Nightwing?”

“No way, he reminds me of Dick Grayson, the hot bachelor in Bludhaven! But no way that’s him, I heard from my friends there that he’s hung like a horse.” 

He had agreed to the nude beach because he wanted to show Starfire he was comfortable, confident. A former Boy Wonder, now Nightwing, he was no stranger to being put in challenging situations. But as they walked along the sand, he found himself hyperaware of his own body—specifically, the stark contrast between his modest three-inch flaccid state and, well… others.

Flaccid wasn’t erect though. There was a big difference between the two and Dick was confident in his seven inch. Starfire hummed beside him and he smiled.

‘Yeah, no need to be self-conscious.’

Starfire had big boobs and a fat ass. She was confident. So why shouldn’t he be confident? He bagged her after all. No need to be ashamed of anything when they were both objectively beautiful specimen. 

And then they saw him.

Thwap! Thwap! Thwap!

The biggest, fattest cock Dick Grayson had ever seen.

Oh god.

"Aaron!" Starfire’s voice rang out, bright and cheerful as she all but skipped forward, her voluptuous, sun-kissed boobs bouncing with each skip. She threw her arms around a man whose body could have been sculpted by gods.

And then there was his schlong.

Hanging like an obscene monument to male virility, it swayed gently with his movements, an impossibly thick ten-inch flaccid appendage that seemed to defy physics.

Dick clenched his jaw.

Aaron Reigner was Cassandra’s boyfriend and…technically, his brother-in-law. Right now, as Starfire pressed herself against his broad chest, arms wrapped around his neck, Dick could feel his own self-worth shriveling like a raisin in the sun.

Aaron and Dick were both shorter than Starfire. That amazing height of hers and big boobs made a big cock appear better next to her.

"Kory,” Aaron greeted calmly, “It’s been forever. You look amazing! How’s everything been?"

"Oh, most glorious! I am happy beyond words!" She beamed, pulling back just enough to admire him, her eyes predictably flickering downward. "And you! You have grown even more impressive!"

Dick felt his throat tighten.

Starfire was an affectionate person—always had been. It was just her nature. But the way she ran her hands down Aaron’s sculpted arms, the way her fingers playfully trailed over his pecs, the way her eyes kept flicking downward—it was setting off every internal alarm in Dick’s brain.

Aaron, for his part, chuckled. "You always know how to make a guy feel good. How’s the old team? You and Dick still going strong?"

Dick, sensing his moment, stepped forward, attempting to project an air of relaxed confidence. "Yeah, still together. Still fighting the good fight."

Starfire, who had not stopped touching Aaron, gasped suddenly. "Oh, Dick! You should compare with Aaron! It would be fun!"

Dick’s soul left his body.

Aaron, bless him, looked momentarily taken aback. "Uh… compare?"

"Yes! You both are humans, yes? With, as you call them, penises? We should see how they differ!" Starfire clapped her hands together, genuinely excited. "This is a cultural learning experience!"

Dick let out an awkward laugh, trying desperately to change the subject. "I don’t think that’s—"

But it was too late. Starfire had already stepped back, her golden fingers lightly gripping Aaron’s colossal instrument as if presenting an exhibit to an audience. "Aaron’s is quite large! See, it hangs majestically, like the trunk of a great Earth elephant! And yours, Dick—" she turned to him with a look of fondness before glancing downward. Her smile faltered slightly. "Ah. It is… petite! Like a baby Earth worm."

Dick could hear the blood rushing in his ears. The beach, the sun, the sand—everything blurred around him.

Aaron chuckled.  "Hey, size isn’t everything, right?"

"Oh, but Aaron, it is so magnificent!" Starfire continued, utterly oblivious to Dick’s internal breakdown. "I must know—where are you staying? We should catch up more. Perhaps tonight?"

Aaron blinked. "Uh… I’ve got a villa a few minutes from here. It’s got a great view."

"Perfect! We shall stay there tonight!" She turned to Dick, smiling sweetly. "Yes? It would be most fun!"

Dick, whose sense of self was currently in freefall, forced a tight smile. "Kory… I don’t think—"

She cut him off with a soft giggle, pressing a hand to his cheek. "Oh, my love, you are adorable! But do not worry! I know human males feel much pride in such things, but there is no shame! Aaron’s size is simply… impressive! I wish to witness it in its full majesty!"

Aaron nodded. “Sure, I have no issue. Dick, are you okay with it?”

What a polite man.

If only Starfire learned from him and didn’t speak in her boyfriend’s place. "Oh, there is no trouble! Dick is very secure in himself! He will be fine!"

Dick was, in fact, not fine.

And so, the sun continued to set on the Jamaican beach as Dick Grayson found himself trapped in a waking nightmare of emasculation, fully aware that his night was about to become significantly worse.

****

How did things end up at his hotel room?

Exactly as anyone expected. Aaron Reigner on top of Starfire, his giant cock rubbing up and down his pussy. Dick Grayson, he knew of her culture so he couldn’t just tell her off. He sat on a chair and just watched his own girlfriend in bed with someone else.

A man with the biggest, fattest cock he had ever seen. 

A man with his balls triple his own, dangling and heavy and virile.

“I want to feel you. All of you.”

Aaron chuckled, slapping that big ass cock on her pussy repeatedly. Fourteen inches of length that absolutely terrified Dick. Was she really going to take all that?

‘It’s almost triple my size…’ 

“You’re going to get exactly what you want, sweetheart.”

Dick clenched his fists when Aaron’s massive cockhead pressed against her, the sheer size of it making Dick’s own manhood feel inadequate in comparison. He was already stretched her out and making her squirm and he wasn’t even inside yet.

Starfire moaned softly as Aaron’s cock spread her pussylips, the hole deep and hungry and eager to do it. Dick could see the way she wanted to melt into him, her big smile betraying her excitement.

“Oh, Aaron, I need you. Now.”

Aaron’s eyes flicked over to Dick, a smirk playing on his lips. “Your girl’s got quite the appetite,” he said with a chuckle. “You sure you’re okay with this?”

Dick swallowed hard, his throat dry. 

“Do not worry!” Starfire exclaimed. “Dick has accepted the way of Tamaran.” 

Dick watched, his heart racing, as Aaron cock slipped inside. The first inch. The first inch was inside. Her breath came in short, eager gasps. Aaron’s cock went deeper and Dick’s stomach churned as he saw him already put in five inches.

“Oh, fuck,” Starfire moaned. Laid flat on the bed, she was squirming and loving it. “Aaron, it’s so big! I’ve never felt anything like this!”

Five inches became six. Holy fuck, there was still so much left…!

“You’re going to feel every inch of it, sweetheart.”

With a powerful thrust, Aaron buried seven more inches inside her and—

“YES~!”

Starfire’s cry of pleasure echoed through the whole fucking hotel.  Her pussy was stretching to accommodate Aaron’s massive cock. That girth of his was easily double his own…

But length-wise? There was still more to go. Two more fucking inches.

Jesus Christ.

“Oh, God, Aaron!” Starfire screamed, her nails digging into his back. “It’s so much—it’s so deep! I can feel you—I can feel you everywhere! EVERYWHER~!”

Aaron smirked, his hips moving in a steady rhythm, each thrust driving him deeper into her. Slow, gentle thrusts that, if Dick had been in place—

“CUMMINGCUMMINGCUMIIIING~! I’M GOING CRAZY FROM COOCCCKK~!”

Slow gentle thrusts made her orgasm ten times.

Slow gentle thrusts stretched her pussy out.

Holy fuck. Holy fuck.

He went faster, faster, faster.

SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! 

Wet schlapping noises. He grabbed his hips and officially started using all his cock to fuck her. All fourteen inches destroying her pussy and making her moan like a whore.

Starfire had NEVER moaned like that with him. Starfire…

“MAKING ME CUUUUMM~! CUM SHOOO HARRRD~!” Starfire had stamina and fire. Why? Why was she was breaking and orgasming so fast? “COCK SHOO DEEP~! SOOO DEEEPPP~! I CAN’T BELIEVE IT! YOU’RE FUCKING ME LIKE A REAL MAN WOULD! YOU’RE FUCKING ME GOOOODD~!” 

Why was the sex so different? 

SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! SCHLAP—! 

Dick’s hands clenched into fists, his heart pounding as he watched the way Starfire’s boobs jiggled. He was only fucking her. No teasing or licking her boobs like he did. Despite that, her body responded to Aaron like they were always supposed to be together. 

“YOU’RE STRETCHING ME OUUUUT~! YOU’RE FUCKING ME DEEEPER THAN ANYBODY ELSE HASSSS~!”

Oh. Right. He wasn’t just pounding into her. He was pounding into her with a cock triple Dick’s size. He was fucking her with a giant monster cock. Of course it was different. “I-it can’t be that much different,” he murmured.

Her big boobs jiggled and her gasps became louder. She heard him and she wanted to respond. It took a while—what with all the orgasms but she got there.

“H-HE’S SO MUCH BIGGER THAN YOU~!” Starfire gasped, her eyes locking with Dick’s for a brief moment before they fluttered shut in ecstasy. “I’M SORRY! I’M SOOOORY~! YOUR COCK—IT’S SO MUCH SMALLER~! I’VE NEVER FELT ANYTHING LIKE THIS~! THIS COCK! THIS COCK!”

Then Aaron did what any man would. He leaned over and sucked on her breasts while fucking her. 

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

His fat balls slapped against her ass.

His fat cock destroyed her pussy.

Starfire moaned like she was ruined.

“FUCKING ME SO DEEP! SO DEEP, SO DEEP! SODEEPSODEEEP~! DESTROYING MY HOLES~! DICK, HE’S STRETCHING MY PUSSYY~! I-I CAN’T STOP EITHER! I CAAAAN’T~!”

Dick’s stomach twisted. He knew she didn’t mean to hurt him, but it still stung. He could see the way she was lost in pleasure, the way her body trembled with each thrust, and he couldn’t help but feel a mix of jealousy and awe.

“YOU ARE SHOVING YOUR COCK SO DEEP INSIDE! AARON, PLEASE!” Starfire begged, her voice rising with each passing moment. Dick hung his head. Just how much louder could a woman scream during sex? This…this was unprecedented, at least for him. “I’M SO CLOSE—DON’T STOP!”

Aaron fucked her better and better. He was still sucking on her tits and only stopped to fuck faster. Seriously, what was this guy? What were his balls made of? Starfire’s cries grew louder and her moans greater. 

“Gonna cum!”

“INSSHIIIIDEE~!”

Starfire only said he could cum inside. That out of all the men she had slept with, only Dick could nut inside.

That sacred courtesy had been lended to Aaron after ten minutes of mating. 

Aaron buried himself to the hilt, and Starfire screamed, her body convulsing with pleasure as she came. He pumped her with balls triple his size! Triple!

Dick Grayson had a big seven inch dick. But big balls? A big load? He had none of that.

Dick could only watch, his heart pounding, as Starfire’s body shook with the force of her orgasm. Her nails clawing at Aaron’s back and her pussy overflowed with his baby batter. Just how much fucking cum was inside her balls?

“Just how much did he fill her up with?” Dick asked in his dumb leather chair. 

As Starfire finally began to relax, Aaron pulled back, his cock sliding out of her with a wet plop! Dick winced. So many inches of girthy dick left her that Starfire convulsed, moaned, and shrieked from an orgasm.

“C-cumming…shoo…hard…”

Eyes rolled back, pussy bubbling with cum, and her mental state in ruin. 

Starfire was in a heap of bliss that only Aaron Reigner managed to bring her to.

Aaron turned to look at Dick. That huge cock of his had not gone soft in the slightest. No, like he was bequeathing and taking ownership of Starfire, he slapped his dick and poured the last drizzles of cum directly into her pussy.

“Your girl’s got quite the stamina,” he said with a surprising amount of respect. “You’re lucky.”

“T-thanks.” Dick could only chuckle, his throat too dry to say more.

“I’m going to take a shower. Be right back.”

Kory—Starfire—lay sprawled across the bed, her neon orange hair fanned out like a halo against the sheets. Her chest rose and fell in ragged breaths, her glowing skin slick with a sheen of exertion. Her body was a masterpiece, hourglass curves and full, heavy breasts that seemed to defy gravity even in this state of complete abandon. She looked spent, utterly wrecked, and yet there was a radiant satisfaction in her half-lidded eyes.

After Aaron left, Dick stood at the foot of the bed. Between his legs, his cock—seven inches of thick, veined perfection, glistening with pre-cum. He drew in a breath and stared at his girlfriend’s ruined pussy.

Truly, it was ruined and he had to wait for the cum to pour out like a loser.

Kory’s lips curved into a lazy smile, her eyes fluttering. She saw Dick. ”Mmm, you’ve ruined me, Aaron. I don’t think I’ll ever feel normal again after that.”

She saw Dick and mistook him for Aaron. That was how badly he had fucked her.

His hands were balled into fists, his knuckles white with the effort of keeping himself still. He’d watched it all—every thrust, every moan, every shudder of ecstasy that coursed through Kory’s body as Aaron claimed her in ways Dick never could. He’d seen the way her eyes rolled back, the way her nails dug into Aaron’s back, the way her voice broke as she came undone beneath him. And now, he sat there, forced to confront the aftermath.

Kory blinked until she realized it was not Aaron but Dick, her boyfriend. There was no guilt there, no apology—just a kind of amused pity. ”Dick…” she began, her voice soft but laced with something that made his stomach twist. ”I can keep going…”

Then she giggled.

I can fuck you too, was what she was saying.

The mess Aaron had left behind—his cum spilling out of her. The sight made his stomach churn, but it also stirred something dark and primal inside him.

She laughed, a soft, melodic sound that somehow cut deeper than any insult. ”Of course I do, Dick. You’re my boyfriend, aren’t you?” She reached down and guided him to her entrance, her fingers cool against his overheated dick. “Oh! Oh, wow.”

“What’s wrong?” Normally, she’d slip it and they’d start fucking like maniacs. What was the hold up? Starfire giggled and Dick knew there was indeed a hold up. Something important.

“....let’s set a condition, hm? Let’s measure your cock.”

“M-measure my…?”

On the side table was a measuring tape. Starfire stretched and tossed it over to him. Dick caught it.

“T-that’s…why? You know I’m seven inches.”

“Are you?” Starfire repeated. “Aaron is fourteen inches and, well…your cock doesn’t feel like it’s half of him.”

“T-that’s…ridiculous!” Dick had full confidence in his size. Oh, sure, he didn’t have a monster cock but he was a damn god in bed! Ask Barbara! Ask Starfire (before Aaron)! He was an amazing lover! 

Stroking his dick, he proceeded to measure his cock.

Only to realize…

‘Wait a minute…I’ve never measured.’

He only said he was seven inches because of a brief comparison between his cock and his phone. It was seven inches long and, well, it was similar enough, right?

Wrong.

Dick Grayson was not seven inches. He was five inches.

All of a sudden, he remembered a memory of a time when he was with Barbara. A night of sex at the Titan Tower. 

“You said something seven inches…?”

“Seven inch punisher,” Dick had joked. “Like it?”

“Mm…sure.”

Sure. Sure he was.

Sure he had a seven inch cock.

Sure he was good in bed. 

Dick's balls clenched, practically shrinking. Huffing and ignoring the giggles from Starfire, he pressed his five inch cock into her, the sensation almost nonexistent. She was so stretched, so thoroughly ruined by Aaron that he barely felt anything at all. He tried to focus on her face, on the way her lips parted and her eyes fluttered shut, but all he could think about was how he was nothing compared to Aaron. How he would never be enough for her. How this moment was more about pity than passion.

Thrust, thrust, thrust!

“Oh, are you inside, Dick?”

His heart fucking shattered. In his arrogance, in his need to feel great, he smirked and said, “N-not yet.” 

He was. He was fully inside. He went balls-deep, nearly shoving his balls in her loosened pussy. Starfire must have felt something because she finally smiled.

“Oh, you’re doing great!”

It was a fake smile and a fake remark. 

Everything was hollow. Her words, her smile, her pussy. He thrust into her, his movements mechanical and fast. He could feel her walls—loose, almost slack—around him, a cruel reminder of what Aaron had done. And then, as if to twist the knife further, Kory let out a soft sigh.

“Oh, Dick… I am sorry but it is like you’re not even there.”

The words hit him like a punch to the gut. He froze, his body going rigid, his breath catching in his throat. “Kory…” he began, but she cut him off with a laugh.

“But! You know I love you.”

But the damage was done. Dick’s confidence, already fragile, shattered into a million pieces. He pulled out of her, his face burning with humiliation, and sat back on his heels. “I… I can’t do this.”

Kory’s brow furrowed, her lips forming a pout. ”Dick, don’t be like that. It’s just us. It’s okay. You may have a small cock but I am sure…someone else will love it. I am a Tamaran. We do not mind sharing. Assuming, of course, I may bed Aaron again in the future~”

It wasn’t okay. It would never be okay.

Dick Grayson throbbed and emptied his balls inside her. Gasping, cock pulsing, he decided to bury his face in her tits. He wanted to forget. He wanted to forget…!

Starfire wrapped her arms around him. “There, there, little dick…”

There, there.

He found comfort for the first time. 

Thwap, thwap, thwap! 

“Sorry, Kory, are you done with Dick yet?”

That was Aaron. That was his flaccid cock slapping against his thigh. Still hard and pumping her with his cum, Dick closed his eyes. He felt it—he felt Starfire clamp down on him finally.

It only happened because of Aaron’s presence.

It only happened because Starfire realized that the man of her dreams was not in her arms but walking out of the shower with the biggest cock she had ever seen.