BEN AFFLECK JAKO BATMAN NA NOWEJ OFICJALNEJ FOTCE Z “BATMAN V. SUPERMAN: DAWN OF JUSTICE”
Pytanie, na ile rodzące się dopiero filmowe uniwersum Warner/DC będzie w stanie zagrozić dominacji Marvela w dziedzinie komiksowych blockbusterów pozostaje naturalnie otwarte. I to mimo zapowiedzianych przed kilkoma dniami aż dziewięciu nowych produkcji twórców “Avengers”, które trafić mają do kin do 2019 roku.
O ich sukces, naturalnie, jestem w stu procentach spokojny. Mam jednak poczucie, iż dziedzina komiksowych ekranizacji w dalszym ciągu jest w stanie udźwignąć również Batmana, Supermana oraz innych ich towarzyszy, nie skazując się tym samym na wzajemny pogrom poprzez produkcje Marvela oraz DC. Dlatego też, gorąco wierzę, iż mimo wzrastającej popularności produkcji firmowanych logo wielkiego M oraz Disneya, filmowe przedsięwzięcia związanego z Warnerem komiksowego imperium nie będą skazane na porażkę.
Tymczasem na blisko dwa lata przed premierą, w 75 urodziny postaci Batmana, producenci “Batman V. Superman: Dawn of Justice” publikują w sieci kolejną fotkę przedstawiającą Bena Afflecka w roli Mrocznego Rycerza. Z Henry, Cavillem, wcielającym się w rolę Człowieka ze Stali, stanie on w szranki w maju 2016 roku. Za kamerą oczywiście Zack Snyder.
I have always fantasized about being in a glory hole, sucking random men’s dicks and swallowing all I could. I often watched porn videos of girls in glory holes and always wished I could be in their position.Lucky for me, I found out about a glory hole near by my house. I found it on a gay hookup website. It was at a truck stop near a Denny’s. I read it was mostly truckers trying to get off before they went to sleep, but I didn’t care. The way I thought of it, a dicks a dick, and I want it in my mouth.
It had just got dark, the kids and Jennifer are asleep Ben said to himself,
I had been planning on going for weeks, and flaked out twice. But this was the night! I grabbed one of my wife’s thongs and put it on. They were black and soft as silk. I loved the feeling on my crotch and the string up my ass crack. I put on some decent clothes, but nothing too nice. I didn’t want to stain up my nice clothes. I got in the car a drove to the spot. There were about 16 big rigs and a couple of cars parked. As I pulled up near the restrooms I saw a woman get out of a truck and get in her car to leave. I sat in the car for a minute, my head was rushing. I opened the door and noticed a trucker see me from his truck. I walked towards the bathrooms. There was a door for each bathroom, 6 on each side. I wondered which to go into, I figured ‘Might as well go in one of the middle one, maybe there will be a hole on both sides’. So i stepped in.
The bathroom smelt like a public bathroom, luckily nobody blew it up recently. Yet, I loved it. I felt naughtier then ever before. I close the door and sit on the toilet, I wonder if somebody’s next to me. At that moment I hear the door next to mine open and shut. I freeze in panic. I hear his pants unzip, and not much else. I’m curious so I look through the hole. Shocked I jump back a foot. There right thought the hole I saw his dick and balls, hanging there. He was facing the hole. His dick was still soft and he had slightly hairy but low hanging balls. He was a white man as far as I could tell. My heart was racing with excitement. I was going to get another dick in my mouth! finally! I stick two fingers though the hole and look again. I can see him holding his cock, stroking it slowly and he steps forward. I pull my fingers out and as I pull them out his dick comes through, followed by his balls.
'It’s time’ I think to myself. I grab his soft dick. Its smooth like the last one. I hold it pointing towards my face. I can smell his manhood. Slightly pungent smell of balls and sweat. It made my heart race more though. I hold my tongue out and slap it against it. After that I stick the whole thing in my mouth. I wanted to feel him get hard in my mouth. I suck hard, like I’m trying to suck the cum straight from his balls. With his soft dick in my mouth, I grab his balls up and lick them with my tongue. I hear him moan. I love this! I can feel his cock start to swell in my mouth. I bob my head, my lips hitting against his pubic hair, every couple bobs I pull it out to lick it from top to bottom and slide it back it. After a couple minutes his dick is fully erect. I pull it out to look at it. Its about 7 inches, pointed up and slightly to the left. He was cut. I rubbing his cock from the bottom side as it stands at attention.
I stand up and take my pants and shirt off and put them on the top of the toilet. I’m bare in my thong now. My dick hard as a rock and sticking out the top. I continue to rub his dick. I can’t take it anymore. I need it back in my mouth! I quickly drop to my knees and start to kiss the bottom of his head. I hear him moaning as my juicy wet lips and tongue rub against the bottom sensitive part of his dick. My spit is flowing down his dick to his balls. I spit in my hand and rub his hairy balls. I move my mouth slowly down his dick till I’m licking and making out with his balls. His hot, hard dick is pressed up against my face. I love the warmth. I engulf his balls in my mouth one after the other. I’m so into pleasing him I don’t care about the hair. I grab his dick with both hands and stroke it as I continue sucking his balls.
I pull back, making a loud popping noise and take a deep breath. I could feel his dick pulsing in my hands. I point it back at me and put the head in my mouth. I play with his head with my tongue. I could feel his dick twitch. I suck and bob and lick like I’m some kind of animal. I moaning as his dick hits the back of my throat and makes me gag. My hands switch from fondling his balls to rubbing his shaft to grabbing my ass. By this point my face, chest and hands are covered in my spit. I pull my thong to the side and stick my middle finger up my ass. As I do, I moan loudly and he pulls his dick back.
'Whhhyyy!!!’ I’m thinking. I put my open mouth to the hole and stick my tongue out. I feel his dick gently touch my tongue. I moan slightly. At that point he slides it in. He starts pumping my face, I hold my head against the hole. I’ll gag, pull back and put it back on. He pull back out again. I fall back slightly and look though the hole. I see him stroking his cock vigorously. I know he’s trying to cum at this point. I have butterflies in my stomach. I’m going to swallow cum again!
“You ready for it?” I hear come from the next stall in a deep manly voice.
“Yes, please yes!” I beg
“Ok it’s about to cum! get your mouth ready”
I want every drop in my mouth or on me. I put my tongue out to the bottom of the hole, with my mouth opened and my head slightly leaned back. I can here him stock his cock faster and faster. My finger’s still sliding in and out of my ass hole. I’m pretty much bouncing on my finger with excitement. His strokes are still increasing. I can hear how my spit is still lubricating his cock.
“Ooooohhhh!” I hear him moan, and his dick quickly slides back through the hole over my tongue at which point I instinctively close my mouth around it and start to bob my head.
“Fuuuuuuck!” He yells, I feel his cock pulse a first time, but no cum yet. The second pule comes and I feel a thick glob of cum ooze out onto my tongue, quickly followed my two more pulses which shot cum straight to the back of my throat. I gag it up but don’t let his cock out of my mouth. I want it all! His cock continues to pulse as I milk the last bits of salty but delicious cum out with my mouth and one hand. My ass still bouncing on my finger. I pull his dick out and milk the last drop on my tongue. With the cum still in my mouth I kiss the tip of his cock right before he withdraws it from the hole. I hear his pants zip up and the door open. I’m still on my knees, swishing his cum in my mouth, still bouncing on my finger. He really gave me a mouthful of cum, I attempt o swallow it all in one, but gag some back up. I swallow the rest, and pull my finger out my ass.
I’m still on my knees when i hear from behind me, “My turn!” I turn around a see a dick though the other hole. Was he watching me the whole time? God I hope so. I turn around crawl to his dick, Its about 6 inches, cut, white also, his balls are trimmed and sat up high and his head was huge. 'Fuck yes, two dicks!’ I think. I quickly grab his cock and gobble it down like I haven’t ate anything in months. His head alone felt as if it filled my mouth I would pull it out and kiss and lick the head all over. I licked his cock from the tip down to his balls, over and over again, like it was a popsicle. I stick my tongue out and slap his dick on my face, moaning like a whore. I spit on his dick and get it nice and lubed. I stand up and turn around. I put his dick so it sits in my buns like a hot dog, with my thong pulled to the side. I hold it between and start to back it up holding his dick in place. Almost like a titty fuck but with my ass cheeks. I’m moaning, I love his hot, hard cock rubbing between my cheeks. I hear him moaning too. I pull it from my ass cheeks and slap them with it some before getting back on my knees.
I bob and stroke and lick. I want more cum! I keep going faster and faster. His dick is ridiculously hard and seems as if it got an inch longer and an inch thicker. I know hes about to cum. I keep bobbing. His head going in and out of my lips as I suck and suck. I hear him knock on the wall. I know what this means from porn. I keep sucking, then he cums. Spurt after spurt of thick hot cum. It hits me in the throat and I gag and pull back. He got about three spurts in my mouth and just kept cumming. It hit me first in the cheek. Then the chin. I open my mouth and stick my tongue out. The next hits me right on the tongue. I’m moaning uncontrollably as it seems like an endless shots of cum were hitting my face. They finally begin to stop and I wrap my lips around his cock again. sucking out all I can. I swallow immediately and use his cock to scoop whatever is on my face into my mouth.
“Oh god! I was saving that one for weeks!” he says “Your a lucky slut, you are”
“Thank you sir, yes I am” I say while kissing and licking his softening dick. “Thank you..mmm..thank you”
He pulls it out. “Your welcome he says as he zips his pants up and leaves the stall.
I scoop the rest of his cum off my face and into my mouth. I notice some cum on the floor. So i grab my dick, put a finger up my ass, and put my face flat on the ground where his cum is with my ass pointed up. I’m horny beyond belief. I finger my ass while stroking my cock. I face on the floor, licking what cum I can off the floor. I’m moaning as I stroke hard till finally I shoot my load all over the ground. I get back to my knees and scoop up some of my own cum. I put what I could in my mouth and swallowed it. I stand up, my head racing with what happened. I put my clothes on and quickly go to the car and leave.
“That’s it, Chris. That’s it. Just go with it", Ben said. "Just go with it. You’ve got a cock up your ass now, Chris, and there’s no going back. And when I seed it, when I drop my load of babymakers up your tight hole, it’ll go from being an asshole to being a pussy. It’ll be a pussy, Chris. It’ll be your pussy, the pussy I gave you. And you’ll be my bitch, my male bitch who’s got a pussy between his legs, a pussy I fuck all the time. You may not think so now, boy, but you’ll get used to it. You’ll get used to having a pussy between your legs, a pussy that I fuck all the time. You’ll even get used to being a bitch, to being my bitch. You’ll see, You’ll see.”
“Soon, soon, being my bitch will seem like the most natural thing in the world and feeling my hard cock rummaging away inside your back-hole won’t even hurt. Hell, it’ll feel good; it’ll be something you look forward to, Chris ; something you want. And you’re already enjoying it, I know you are. You may not want to, but you’re already enjoying the feel of my cock coring out your hole. Look at your dick, Chris. It’s hard as iron. It’s all boned up even as I fuck your ass, even as I’m turning it into a pussy. Deep down, Chris, deep down, you know I’m right, that this is right - me fucking you, me making you my bitch. You know that already. You know that, Chris. You’re just afraid to be my bitch, to be a male bitch who takes another dude’s cock up his pussy day after day, to spread your legs and let another dude fuck you like a bitch and cum up your pussy. But you’ll get used to it, Chris. You will. You’ll see.”
“And once you do, once you accept the fact that you’re a male bitch, that you’re my bitch, everything will get a lot easier, everything will fall into place. You’ll see that this is what you were always meant to be - a male bitch, my male bitch. So just go with it, Chris. Just go with it. I’m getting close. I’m getting real close now, Chris. I’m gonna cream your hole and make it into a pussy, into my pussy. Oh, I’m close. Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. Can you feel it? Can you feel my hot seed flooding your hole, making it my pussy? Can you feel it? Can you feel it in your pussy? Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. OH, YEAH!!!!.”
Ben Affleck likes walking around in his birthday suit hypnotizing everyone that lay their eyes on his perfectly manly physique, that is covered with dark hair in all the right places, accompanied by a handsome face and a chiseled jawline to die for. Everyone who kneels before Ben Affleck in order to provide pleasure to Him, can’t help but stop for a moment to look up at Him and admire Him for the amazing glorious Alpha that He is. With a very handsome face, and a massively-muscled hairy body hovering above you, it can be hard to take your eyes off of Him, but your role is to serve Him to His satisfaction. Take good care of Him, and you will be rewarded. You will long to serve Him again and again!!!
Henry flinched, as if someone had punched him in the gut. There was no malice in Ben’s voice, just curiosity. But it still scared the hell out of him. Henry felt Ben gaze on him with a rather sizeable bulge in his pants. After an eternity, Henry simply nodded. He couldn’t lie now, could he?
“Ah. I thought so.” Was Ben’s response.
He was still smiling, though he was looking back at the TV.
“S-so… What now?” Henry asked, not really knowing what else to say. Ben shrugged. “Nothing.” He replied.
A moment of painfully uncomfortable silence passed between them. When…
“Want to suck my dick?”
Henry’s jaw hit the floor. Ben asked it so casually, as if he was commenting on the weather. Just… What?!
Henry was still sputtering for an answer when Ben decided for him, it seemed. He unzipped his fly and reached in, rummaging around a little.
“Look, Ben I… I…”
He had forgotten what he was going to say, as he finally fished out his manhood. (HOLY SHIT!!) Henry thought to himself….
He was going commando, so it was just laying there, on top of a pair of ample plum sized balls. Henry was 34 and already seen his fair share of dicks but he can safely say that this was the biggest fucking cock he’d ever seen!!
It was huge. And it was getting bigger. In Henry’s periphery, he could see Ben had returned his gaze to Henry, his smile decidedly more erotic. Henry just couldn’t help it, he reached over and grasped it in his hand. It was nearly scorching hot and he could feel the pulses as blood fed into it, slowly growing in size. Ben sighed quietly in pleasure as Henry gave it a gentle squeeze.
Henry watched with silent fascination and lust as Ben’s dick continued to balloon. Seven inches. Eight inches. Nine inches. Finally the growth seemed to halt at a whopping 10 inches.
It was hot and heavy in Henry’s grasp, a clear bead of precum forming in the slit. It was completely straight, which was a rare sight in bigger cocks and nearly as thick as a beer can, his thumb and middle finger just barely touching around the circumference.
“What do you think?”
Ben asked, interrupting Henry’s gawking. He gazed back at him with reverence.
“It’s fucking huge.” Henry uttered. To his surprise, he looked away and blushed.
“I-It’s not that big…” Ben mumbled. Henry blinked. Surely he had to know he was at least above average? He still seemed insecure, so Henry decided he needed a little encouragement. He leaned forward, placing half of his body weight on his hips so he couldn’t thrust up and slid his mouth down his shaft as far as he could go. Ben groaned and tilted his head back, eyes closing in bliss.
The taste of his salty precum, the texture of his skin as flicked and rolled Henry’s tongue along the underside of his length, he couldn’t get enough. He tightened his lips as much as he could and began to bob his head.
Ben sighed and muttered something, placing his hand on Henry’s shoulder and rubbing his neck with his thumb, encouraging him to go on. With each dive, Henry got a little closer to the bottom and he was determined to get this whole monster down his throat. He withdrew until only the head remained in his lips, gave a few sharp licks to the piss slit, making Ben shiver and then he plunged back down. He felt those thick inches press into his throat, his gag reflex nearly impossible to resist under the strain, but he pushed on. He reached passed the halfway point and tears began to form in Henry’s eyes. He struggled to get as much breath as he could through his nose as the spongy head slipped further and further down his oesophagus. Finally he was able to bury his nose in the thick hair at the base of his cock.
Ben gave his loudest groan yet as Henry breathed in more of that intense smell of sweat, and manliness that was strongest in his crotch. Suddenly, Henry felt a hand get a tight grasp of his hair, pull his head roughly back up and slam him back down to the base again. Henry gagged as Ben ruthlessly used his mouth like a fleshlight, using both his hands now to keep a firm grip on Henry’s hair, his ample balls slapping his chin with every descent. All Henry could do was to keep his teeth behind his lips to keep from giving Ben some nasty scars. His throat was going raw and his vision was almost completely obscured by tears of strain. Finally, he’d had all he could take and slapped Ben’s thighs a few times to signal him. Ben let go of Henry and he sprang off that cock and coughed his guts up, struggling for air.
“Hah… Hah… F-Fuck…”
“Ah… Sorry….”
Ben muttered, his breath almost as ragged as Henry’s.
“Mmh… You’re very good at that.”
Despite everything, Henry blushed, harder than it already was anyway. One thing cocksuckers love more than cock is getting praise for their Cocksucking, and Henry was no different.
“T-Thanks.” Henry said
“That was wonderful. You deserve a reward.”
Henry just gazed at him, knowing exactly what he had in mind. In his mind, there were some concerns about size limitation, but right now his dick was doing all his thinking for him.
Henry stood up and lost his cargo pants and boxers in record time, tossing them on top of the TV. Ben rose up as well, looking with approval at Henry’s own huge uncircumcised hairy length. He took him by the shoulders and guided him, laying him down on the bed, legs bent, knees spread. He lay down between Henry’s legs and took hold of his member. Henry shivered, spasmed and moaned as Ben firmly kneaded it expertly, stirring his index finger around and under his foreskin and pressing his thumb into the underside of the head, coaxing out a few drops of precum.
He slowly, but surely traced a path with his tongue from the tip of Henry’s cock, down the underside, over his hairy balls, across his taint and finally stopping at his hole, which he proceeded to tease relentlessly with the tip of his tongue. Henry’s thrashing and moaning was at an all time high and he was all but certain that Ben’s family could hear him even when they were upstairs. All Henry could do was grit his teeth and watch, as Ben closed his eyes and licked, suckled and teased his arse with a skill that no truly straight man should have.
He reached back into his pocket and pulled out what looked like a little bottle of hand lotion. Without stopping his oral treatment, Ben flicked open the cap and squeezed some lotion onto his fingers. Despite it being in Henry’s best interest not to, he tensed up in anticipation. Ben noticed and relented for a moment to look up at him.
“Relax. Just tell me if it hurts, alright?”
Ben whispered. His baritone voice soothed Henry’s nerves somewhat and he started to relax. Henry did his best to keep it that way when he brought one lubed up finger to his entrance and firmly pressed until it popped in up to the first knuckle.
Henry winced at the uncomfortable feeling, but he endured. He had to. His index finger wasn’t even a tenth of the thickness of his cock. Ben waited a moment for Henry to adapt to the feeling and then pushed his finger in further. As he grinned devilishly.
“Tight.” Was all he said.
He wiggled his finger around, trying his best to loosen him up. Henry yelped, honest to god, he yelped when he jackhammered his fingertip against his prostate. Strings of precum spewed forth onto his hairy abs with every jab against his little love button. He was almost close to cumming when he stopped and began to push in another finger.
Henry bit his lips hard as Ben’s middle finger went in to the last knuckle and then both finger began a scissoring motion, brushing Henry’s prostate with every upstroke. His manly Superman body was being overwhelmed. He never even dreamed he’d be in this position, prepping his hole for a much, MUCH bigger invader.
Henry was on cloud nine!!
Finally, Ben withdrew his fingers, thinking the hairy masculine man was suitably ready for his monstrous girth. He watched with glee as he flicked open the lotion bottle and emptied nearly all it’s contents onto his dick, spreading it around with an upward look and a sigh.
He tossed the now empty bottle aside and shuffled forward on his knees, his shiny dick swinging in a lazy arc left and right, leaving Henry mesmerised. He grabbed his ankles and pushed them up, driving Henry’s knees into his hairy chest. He dutifully took hold of Henry’s legs, keeping them out of the way and leaving his hole exposed to him.
Ben grasped the base of his manhood with one hand and spread Henry’s cheeks with the other. He positioned the tip of his dick at the entrance, both of them shivering from the contact. Ben smiled at Henry one more time.
“Are you ready?”
Henry nodded frantically.
He chuckled again and with a needful gleam in his eyes, he began to push. Ben’s eyes rolled back in his head as he groaned. After letting Henry adjust for a moment, he resumed a slow but gentle and loving thrust inwards. Henry shivered as he felt inch after hot thick inch spread his hole open impossibly wide. The pain was there of course, but it was dull, drowned out by the overwhelming pleasure of being split open by a hot hairy masculinity daddy thick dick.
Henry heard a high pitched whine and realised it was him, as he finally felt the wispy tickle of Ben’s pubes on his own hairy balls Henry was finally bottomed out. He panted like a dog and clamped down on the thick intruder in his rectum. Ben roaring in approval, giving him no warning but a cheeky grin as he grabbed Henry’s hips hard enough to bruise the skin, retreated back until only the tip of his cock remained inside and slammed back in with a smack of his hips on his cheeks.
Henry screamed.
The pain was sharp, but the pleasure was sharper, as Ben’s bulk pressed right up against Henry’s prostate, driving him closer than ever to the edge.
“Hold on tight.” He grunted out before repeating the process again. And again. And again, until he built up a steady rhythm, his Hearty balls slapping Henry’s arse with a loud smack each time. He couldn’t help the screams of bliss that bubbled out of his throat. There was no point in staying quiet now, everyone upstairs had to have heard his first scream. And he genuinely didn’t care.
Ben, for his part, seemed equally please, as he grunted with each thrust, revelling in the feeling of Henry’s passage constricting around him. Henry’s stomach was near soaked with his precum as Ben pounded him with all the strength and power of a battering ram,
Beads of sweat forming on Ben’s eyebrows as he went about his work, his face clenched in pleasure.
“Ahhh…! Mmmh… Fuck…! B-BBen!!”
“Mmmf… Nnng… Hahh… Henry…”
Henry’s tank top was now completely soaked through with sweat. Ben released Henry’s hips and full on tore his tank top away from his body with a loud tearing sound and flung it’s tattered remains away. Ben himself had disposed of his own shirt a few minutes ago, leaving his broad hairy pecs, pinkish coffee coloured nipples and soft but powerful hairy abs exposed to Mr. Cavill, who let’s go of his legs, letting them rest on Ben’s bountiful shoulders, reached forward and ran his hands across his sweat soaked skin. He moaned in approval as Henry harshly tweaked his nipples, thrusting into his co-actor harder than before.
Every performance has a climax, and Henry was rapidly reaching his. He moaned louder and Ben took that as his cue to finish things up. He started pumping faster, Henry’s poor cheeks was red from continues slapping by Ben’s hips. He changed his angle and hit Cavill’s prostate even harder than he did before and he was loving every second of it. It was agony. Pure, sweet, blissful agony as the point of no return canme closer and closer…
Until finally the dam broke.
“Ahhn… F-Fuck… I’m gonna… G-Gonna… Ahh… FUUUCK!”
Stars danced in front of Henry’s eyes as he came harder than he ever had in his entire life! His dick exploded stream after sticky stream of cum, flying straight over his head, hitting the wall behind him, coating his face, beard and his hairy chest. His teeth hurt, from gritting them so hard as his orgasm at last seemed to peter out as Ben continued to pound away faster and faster until…
“Mmmf… Ahh… NNNGAAH!”
Ben shouted to the heavens as he emptied himself into Superman’s bowels, still thrusting erratically, his cum slipping out of Cavill, there was so much, creating a slick squelching sound as his thrusts eventually died down and he braced himself against Henry, as his breath ragged.
“Hahh… Hahh… Fuck yeaH…”
“Mmh… You can say that again.”
Ben chuckled weakly, withdrawing his now softening length from Henry’s insides. Henry winced at the odd feeling as Ben withdrew completely, leaving Henry gaping and dripping his seed onto the Bed.
“So… I assumed you enjoyed that?” Ben said…..
“Do you even need… To ask…” Henry replied with his cum covered face….
Henry couldn’t finish his sentence without yawning. He was suddenly exhausted, he just couldn’t keep his eyes open. The last thing he felt before falling asleep was Ben’s lips brushing his forehead…
The distant sound of birdsong was what woke Henry up. He always was a light sleeper. Henry felt a soothing warmth next to him. He opened his eyes fully to find a half clothed Ben napping peacefully next to him, snoring quietly. Henry grinned at the memory of what had transpired a few hours ago. He sincerely hoped that Ben would want to do this again.
It was then that Henry heard a cough.
He glanced up to find Ben’s wife looking down at him with a knowing grin. Before Henry could say this isn’t what it looks like, Jennifer just raised a hand in a shushing gesture, asking him to be quiet.
Jennifer threatened Henry “You and Ben are going to have the whole room cleaned up before the kids get up for school or else……..”
Ben Affleck never fails to hypnotize everyone that lay their eyes on his Sexy, perfect, manly physique, that’s covered with dark hair in all the right places, accompanied by a handsome face, and a chiseled jawline to die for. Everyone who kneel’s before Ben Affleck in order to provide pleasure to His Big Dick, can’t help but stop for a moment to look up at Him and admire Him for the amazing glorious Alpha that He is. With a very handsome face, and a massively-muscled hairy body hovering above you, it can be hard to take your eyes off of Him, but your role is to serve Him to His satisfaction. Take good care of Him, and you will be rewarded. You will long to serve Him again and again!!!
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While we get a glimpse at Amy Adams, the Man of Steel (Henry Cavill) is noticeably absent. Likely to keep fans guessing since his fate was left up in the air in last year’s Batman vs. Superman.
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Justice League is scheduled to open in theaters November 2017.
Warnings: Mentions of pregnancy, children feature predominantly, divorce mentions
Summary: Years after Bruce Wayne had gone into hiding, his whole world was turned upside down and he comes to see you. That’s when he finds out there’s more to you then he remembers.
Wordcount: 2.1k
A/N: Yes, this was aimed as being the Christian Bale Batman but honestly, it could really fit for any of them. This just follows certain plot lines from the Dark Knight Rises
You watched the TV, staring at the screen in front of you. It was a scene of Batman, soaring through the streets on the motorbike that was oh so familiar.
The man underneath was familiar too. You hadn’t seen him in five years since you had broken up and he had dropped your partnership for renewable energy.
You had known him and Rachel for years, and after her death he felt so guilty for letting his best friend die he became a recluse. But you were okay with it, as long as the two of you were together. And for three years you would stand by each other no matter what.
“Mama,” a small child called out, the little black haired boy running into the room with a smile on his face.
He didn’t know he was the heir to the Wayne company at the mere age of 4 but he was content with this house and this life. You had tried to tell Bruce for months before giving up.
“Alfred, please let me in,” you had begged, holding the raincoat against your body, “I need to talk to him,”
“He’s not taking any visitors right now Miss, I’m sorry,” he said, a sad look on his face.
He never wanted to turn you away, the girl of Bruce’s dreams, but the master of the house had been determined to not let anyone into the house, not even you.
Especially not you.
“I’m pregnant,” you admitted, tears in your eyes as you looked at the Butler who you had always been fond of, “I have a letter for him, can you at least give it to him,”
“I can do Miss, and I hope it works out between you and Master Bruce,” he said before taking the letter and stepping into the house.
Bruce had watched as you got into the car, driving away from Wayne Manor for the last time when Alfred walked up, handing the lonely man the letter.
“She isn’t safe with me, I can’t let her stay,” he stated, not even opening the letter because if he read your words, he knew he’d run right back to you.
“Master, I think it would be wise for you to read the letter. She has some life changing news for you,” he pleaded but it fell to deft ears.
Bruce picked up the letter with his name inscribed and threw it directly into the fire, turning his back to it as he stared down the dirt path he had just witness you drive down, “I don’t need to know,”
Now years later and you were living with Alfred in your apartment that had been secretly paid for by the Wayne foundation all these years. Alfred had made sure his godson grew up in the best life style that he could and that you two would never have to worry about anything.
So after he had quit his job at Wayne Manor, you of course gave him a place to stay and Tommy was glad he was here as well.
You threw the daily newspaper on the floor, the headline reading that Bruce Wayne has gambled away all of his money to the stock market just before they had crashed and now he was without any power and was essentially broke.
You sighed, head in your hands. You worked as a scientist sure, but it wasn’t enough to afford this apartment and this carefree lifestyle you had been so comfortable in. There was probably enough money for the next few months, but after that you may have to find a new place.
You watched Alfred playing lego with Tommy in the other room, the little boy giggling away to himself as he played with the legs car, speeding along the road. You sighed, shaking your head.
It was clear he had too much of his fathers daring and risky attitude in him already.
Whenever you looked at your son, you saw the man you were once in love with. They had those same compassionate eyes and a mop of untameable black hair on their head. You couldn’t help but worry for him though when - or if - he found out who his father was. Would he be disappointed? Happy? Upset? For now, you thought, that wouldn’t be a problem.
Until you heard a knock on the door. You quickly walked to the hallway, with all the crime going around recently and the attack on Gordon, yeah, you were a bit scared. You peeked through the keyhole and scoffed when you saw Bruce in front of it, waiting nervously.
You opened it, raising your eyebrows as you looked at him. Sure, you had seen a few pictures of the hermit that he had become over the years, but he was still the most beautiful man you’d ever laid eyes on.
His breath hitched as well when he saw you, dressed in casual clothes but still as beautiful as when he would dress you up and take her to galas and be in her arms all night.
“What the hell do you want Wayne?” You asked, already knowing it wasn’t for you or your son.
“I’ve come for Alfred,” he said, the two if you not breaking eye contact, “I’ve come for help,”
“He doesn’t want to go back, it seems you manage to push away everyone you’ve ever held dear,” you said, turning your nose up at him.
The little boy ran into the doorway, stopping as he saw the tall man that towered over him. He smiled, “I’m Tommy,” he said as he saw the man, instantly not feeling threatened by him.
Alfred rushed out, breathing heavily, “I’m sorry Ma'am, I couldn’t stop him,” he said and you nodded, an awkward blush on your face.
“Go on Thomas sweetie, you go play with Alfred and don’t cause any trouble,” you said with a smile.
When you looked back up, Bruce had tears in his eyes. You’d never seen him so vulnerable, almost like he was imagining a world where he hadn’t left you. Because he knew. He knew as soon as he saw the little boy with black hair and inquisitive eyes who had inherited the name of his father.
“How old is he?” He croaked out, looking down at you with tears welling up in his eyes.
“Four,”
“Is he mine?” He asked, almost begging to know the answer, “He looks just like me,"
You didn’t answer for a second, meticulously deciding on how to explain to him the last four years whilst also letting him know he no longer had any say in your life or yours son.
"That’s none of your business anymore, you didn’t even read the letter did you? Listen to any of the voicemails I left?” You asked, folding your arms across her chest.
“Can I come in?” He asked and you opened your arms, inviting him in, the man stepping into the apartment. He knew Alfred had been sending money to a strange place each month and now he knew that it was all for you.
The apartment felt like a home. Pictures of you and your son littered the back wall, a few pictures of Alfred were also with the two of you. Then he saw one that had been slammed down on the table on the side, almost like it had been collecting dust for years.
“I’m sorry,” He began to rock on the balls of his feet slightly, “I didn’t want to drag you down with me,”
You scoffed, “Well you’re currently still a wanted criminal as Batman and you are completely broke so yeah, maybe I’m glad me and my son aren’t involved,”
He reached for your hands but you pulled away, “I never stopped loving you, I pushed you away because I couldn’t bear the thought of you knowing I was Batman and then being arrested,” he explained, a singular tear rolling down his cheek.
“I had just given birth to Thomas when you sent me those divorce papers,” you explained, now it was your turn to begin to get upset, “He’s your son, it says on his birth certificate. But the minute I signed those papers, I knew you weren’t coming back for us,”
“That’s where Alfred’s been going on his vacations, to see the two of you,"
You nodded, "He’s always known, he’s paid for this apartment all these years, he’s my son’s godfather,”
“Our son,”
You pointed your finger at him, an angry look on your face as you stepped closer to him, blood boiling at the prospect of him claiming any power over the boy you’d raised, “My son. You haven’t been there for him and if you hadn’t cared so much that your butler quit then you never would have,” you spat out, tears rolling down your cheeks as you hit him on the chest, “You weren’t there for me,"
He pulled you against his chest as you sobbed and you hated the comfort that you found as soon as he wrapped his arms around you. He pressed a kiss to the top of your head and he realised just how much he missed this.
"I’m sorry, I should’ve been here. If I’d have read the letter, I’d be sitting here with you and our son and everything wouldn’t have gone to hell,” he whispered, your name on his lips like a prayer, “I love you,”
“I’ve always loved you,” you whispered back, pulling away to look up into his eyes, “But how can I trust you?”
“I’m going to fix this, then you can come back to the Manor, all three of us, as a family,” he promised, taking your hands in his, “And Alfred,”
You laughed, a smile on your face.
He wiped away the tears, “There’s that laugh,” he said so quietly he wasn’t sure you’d even hear.
“Alfred,” you called out and the man stepped out of the room, the little boy standing behind him to try and get a look at the scene, “I think Bruce needs to talk to you, but first-” you crouched down, “-Tommy come here,”
The little boy rushed into his mother’s arms, looking up at the man with wide blue eyes. He seemed curious and Bruce knew this was his son, he was perfect.
“This is your dad, you wanna go say hi?” You said and he nodded, running up to the man and wrapping an arm around his leg.
Bruce chuckled, prying the boy off slightly before kneeling down and wrapping him in the largest hug he’d ever given in his life. Tommy giggled, smiling up at his father as if he’d always been in his life.
“I love you son,"
"Love you too daddy,” he said and Bruce teared up, watching as you came and pulled the two boys into a hug.
“Once he’s done what he needs to do, he’s going to come back for us, for you. And we’re going to live in a nice big house with Alfred all the time,” you promised and the boy stood up.
“Come look at my legos,” he said, grabbing the larger hand of his father.
He chuckled, the widest grin that Alfred had seen in a while on Bruce’s face, “Of course, then I’ve got some business to attend to, is that okay kiddo?”
“Yeah,”
He looked back at you, a smile on his face as he looked at you with tears in her eyes. This was it. This was what he’d always wanted.
“You know he never submitted those divorce papers,” Alfred said as he stood next to you, the two of you watching as Tommy gave Bruce a guided tour of his room and all the little things he had, “He could never bring himself to lose you forever,”
You smiled to yourself, “Well he’s got to do better, I’m not going to forgive everything in an instant, but I’m willing to make it work,”
And for the first time in years, neither you nor Bruce needed to be scared, you had each other.
I like acting for myself as a director. I act and I know that I’ll have a chance to have some say in what gets used and that I’ll be able to give myself enough takes and be on the same page as myself about how the scene should play.
