"What the fuck…"
Was he watching porn? It sure as hell felt like he was watching porn. Hadiyah, his crush, the girl he went to boarding school, was getting FUCKED by the biggest cock he had ever seen in his life. It was just…unbelievably slutty and horny. Forget Hadiyah for a second, how could a man and a woman fuck like that in the first place? They lived in the world of superheroes, sure, but this was plain ridiculous. Jesus Christ, the poor woman's pussy was gaping by the end.
Hours must have passed. His eyes soaked up so much deprived content that it was forever changed.
Jace glanced down at the tent he was pitching. When he was younger, he was quite the playboy. He popped boners left and right and dived into the pants of any woman who let him. He was a teenager, not even seventeen, and an idiot. The point was: sex wasn't new to him. He had seen people fuck at parties and he himself had laid the pipe once or twice, publicly and otherwise.
But this…
This was primal rutting. A kind of sex shielded from the world and thought to be only in word format.
He flicked between the images for the hundredth time. The white cock in one of the uploaded images was compared to Hadiyah's brown forearm. Her fucking forearm! Then there was another where the slab of meat was settled on her ass. Then another with half of it lodged inside her. Another where the white cock eclipsed her head…
"Fuck…" His pants tightened again. He lay on his bed, a blanket draped over him. Nobody could see the unbridled emotions in his eyes from the screen shining on his face. "Just how many…"
Dozens. Videos, images, caption stories. It was humiliating. He had done these kinds of things when he was younger but they never came out like this.
The contrast in quality between him fucking a bitch doggy style and the white guy fucking Hadiyah doggy-style was night and day. Literally night and day since he had recorded his in the morning but also: the man was stronger, faster, thicker, and his penis didn't accidentally slip out from time to time. He was in her like a schloping wet porn dream. Making her moan and tremble like never before.
Were women supposed to moan and cry like that when they orgasmed? He thought it was something only in porn. An act of fakeness in order to please their pathetic audience.
Jace was so, so jealous of his size and the way he got to fuck Hadiyah. It was everything he wanted. To see her beautiful features in her hijab as they made love…
'she said I was the best she has ever had…sorry bro.'
'she was the one who said she wanted to be used. She only needed the right cock ig.'
Instead, he was forced to watch a penis nearly three times his size fulfil his desires and snatch the girl of his dreams. His stomach churned. He couldn't rip his eyes away. He now knew why women liked to watch the movie Titanic so much. It was a sinking ship but it was their sinking ship to manage and grow emotional over.
Jace swiped and swiped and swiped…
"How many inches is that? There's no way that's gotta be good…"
Was Jace saying that out of jealousy? Absolutely. Somebody was piping his crush and it wasn't him. And judging by the size of his dick, it would never be him. But was it also true? Yes. The guy's dick was TOO big. Statistically, even in the world of metahumans and aliens, it was too much for a woman's walls. They could get caved in. They would be–
His insecurities reached their peak as he loaded up a video and heard the most porn-like moan in his life. "YOU STUD! YOU WHITE FUCKING STUD! IMPREGNATE ME!"
Jace shut it down. He didn't want to hear anymore. Even if the name of the faceless man wasn't included, he…couldn't do this. He couldn't keep watching. He was heartbroken.
'W-was that really Hadiyah? She's always so prim and proper but with him…she's like a fucking whore. A porn star–worse, even. Even pornstars don't face a dick as big as that.'
The world of porn flooded in. The evil thoughts whispering to him that this was fun, that this was arousing and that it played into his kinks. The raceplay and the switch from traditional BBC cuckolding…it was what he secretly wanted to see, right? All of a sudden, Jace's erection refused to wilt.
God, porn sucked. It tainted a man's mind like nicotine. Corrupted it into seeing the worst of themselves and the opposite gender.
'This is killing me man, having an average penis has to be the worst thing to happen to a guy. Dudes with ruler sized meats get impossibly cute girls…'
Jace started stroking himself to the image of Hadiyah getting her back blown. He had been in this position before…in his dreams. It was nice to live it out in some capacity, despite the colour, shape, girth, and length of the cock being completely different.
'...and I can't stop watching either. I don't know why I keep doing this to myself either. Ten seconds of dopamine can't be worth the depression that follows after.'
He grit his teeth as he jerked himself off to completion. As expected, the rush of pleasure came and went. A sigh left him as he stained his underwear. He didn't give much of a fuck, it was nighttime and it would dry in the morning. He was rich anyway. Laundry wasn't an issue.
Post-nut clarity launched him into the stratosphere–into enlightenment. "I should stop with the porn. It's like the guy said, there are other chicks in the sky." His dick softened and he put his phone to the side. "Plus, I doubt all of them can take a thirteen inch monster schlong inside them. No way. Most of them would bleed out."
That did beg the question as to how the guy in the video could possibly have sex. The chances of finding another Hadiyah and a cunt as good as hers were low.
"He's gotta be marrying her. No way. He definitely knows that his dick isn't gonna fit in anyone else…"
Would Jace take Hadiyah even after seeing those videos? No way. That ship had sailed the moment she took that foot-long dong. He might not have been the most selfish person due to his commitment to being Batman but even he wasn't deprived of that much self-respect. There was a long line of women who would love him for his average dick.
'Imagine if I were to try and fuck Hadiyah after THAT.' Shudder. 'It would be like trying to fill the Sahara Desert with a water bottle. Like…I doubt I'd be touching her walls, much less bring her pleasure. I saw her hole, I am NOT gonna be able to fuck that. She might even ask if I'm even inside. God…'
Jace was not going to let that happen to him. Nope. No matter what happened to him, he was Batman and he was NOT a cuck. The reason he messaged her was because he wanted to double-check on Leviathan's movements. She said she would be keeping track.
'I guess she's too busy for that, huh? Fuckin' hell…Leviathan better not be doing starting the Tournament of 100 while you're getting your holes filled, Hadiyah.'
At that depraved thought, he popped out another erection. Rather than masturbate to the texts and clips and wallow in self-pity, he decided to breathe and start a journey of self-exploration, boner be damned. He could look at those messages whenever he wanted. As much as he hated to admit it, they were great jerk off material.
He scrolled his contacts. Barbara? She was still getting over Dick. Cassandra? No, not his type. Stephanie? If he did that, everybody would make fun of him for getting snow bunnied. Kate? She was a lesbian. Helena?
'Hm…' Jace thought deeply. 'Helena Bertinelli…a little too flirty for my tastes. I want trust and romance. Someone who won't run off too…you know…' The image of Hadiyah and that massive, looming cock over her head returned. He shook his head. 'Most women like average dicks, most women like average dicks. Don't let porn fool you, Jace Fox.'
Frankly, he wasn't close with most of the heroines of Gotham. Jace operated in New York, so he generally didn't interact with them besides a few remarks during Bat Family meetings. They could have been incredibly shitty partners for all he knew. For example, Stephanie looked fun but she could also be obsessed with BBC stereotypes. In his opinion, that was worse than getting cucked. He'd rather receive a hundred more messages of Hadiyah getting pounded than have to listen to one more BBC-obsessed white girl.
Sighing, he switched to Wealthy Hearts. It was like Tinder except for rich people in Gotham. Also, it required a ten-thousand dollar fee and a verification. Jace swiped left and right, left and right, left, left, left…
A name finally caught his eye.
Linda Page. A pretty redhead who listed herself as a nurse and the daughter of an oil conglomerate in Gotham. He swiped right. Immediately, he got a notification.
> NurseLinda: Hey there! I'm Linda. Nice to match with you. How's your day going?
Jace was taken aback. A message already? Damn. This had never happened before. Talk about a stroke of luck.
> Jace: Hey! I'm Jace. My day's been pretty good so far, thanks. How about yours?
'Pretty good.' Jace snorted to himself. 'I just watched my lifelong crush get fucked by a cock three times my size and then get told that she's the property of another man. Pretty good…ha.'
He shook his head. It was so absurd that he could only laugh.
> NurseLinda: Glad to hear your day's going well. Mine's been busy. Work, work, work, you know? I'm a nurse at Gotham General Hospital, so you can imagine the hustle and bustle. What do you do?
> JaceFox: Oh, that's impressive, Linda. I have a lot of respect for nurses. My sister is a nurse.
'Was that okay to mention? Whatever.'
> JaceFox: You go on here often?
> Linda: Not really. Today is my first time using it. Actually, you're my first match.
First match? Jace threw his blanket over himself and pulled his phone close. Maybe he could pull this after all.
> JaceFox: Then I hope I'm a good first date for you. I'm actually a bit of a foodie and I love checking out new restaurants. One of my favourite spots is The Gotham Grill in the downtown area. Their steaks are to die for! Have you been there?
> NurseLinda: Oh, The Gotham Grill is amazing! I've been there a couple of times. The barbeque sauce was so good!
> NurseLinda: Hey, maybe we should plan a date and try a new restaurant together?
'Yes, yes, yes!' He pumped a fist and turned over.
> JaceFox: How about next Saturday? My sister told me about a place called "Ninja Rolls" in Midtown Gotham. What do you think?
> NurseLinda: I'm totally up for it, Jace! It'll be a post New Years date! Our resolution haha
> JaceFox: Awesome, Linda! It's a plan then. I'll pick you up at 7 p.m.
> JaceFox: Can't wait for our sushi adventure.
> NurseLinda: See you on Saturday!
> NurseLinda: Should we be super formal or not?
From then on, he and Linda exchanged jokes and the type of the date they were going to have. On text, the two of them seemed to hit it off. Hopefully that would translate into the date next week.
It was unfortunate the date couldn't come sooner. All of next week was going to be Batman stuff so he couldn't ask to pull the date earlier. Plus, Hadiyah…he had to congratulate her on her engagement or whatever.
Already, he could imagine the awkward tension when he saw her again. Those messages and texts were sent from her fiance. Hadiyah was a proud hijabi, there was no way she would let those messages stay in his phone. Luckily, Jace had saved everything into his phone to jerk off to later. Nevertheless, interacting with her normally after seeing her get destroyed in seven different positions by the largest cock in Gotham would be impossible. Jace wasn't sure if he'd be able to look her in the eye.
After all, though their romantic relationship was finished, she had been his crush for a long period of his life. Ten years of it, in fact. Not to mention the two of them still had work to do as Batman and Nobody. Specifically, their investigation on Leviathan and the Tournament of 100.
'Tonight was supposed to be the start of the Tournament of 100.' Outside, a crackle of lightning struck the earth. He peered out his window and there, within the murk of the night sky, was the freshly lit symbol of the Bat.
On cue, his phone received a notification.
> Oracle: The Tournament of 100 has begun. Suit up.