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When we visit our 'uncles' ...things often follow a familiar routine 💯🍅

“I appreciate you wanting to help, but I don’t exactly see how this is better.”

“It’s simple, babe! That mean old bully can’t beat you up anymore if he’s completely drained from fucking me!”

“I get that, but he fucks you a lot…”

“Well, bullies often have a lot of stamina. Don’t worry, sweetie, I’m sure before long he’ll get bored and just move on!”

Unfortunately for Fred, the bully did not get bored nor did he move on. If anything, he reveled in his new role as a bull and was quite keen to explore this cuckolding relationship! It wasn’t long before he stopped calling Fred’s girlfriend “my slut” and started referring to her as “our girlfriend.”

Shortly thereafter, the bully introduced a “cuck tax” that Fred had to pay him each month to retain sexual access to their girlfriend. It seemed a lot, especially since he’d already been reduced to scraps (disinterested handjobs and the occasional sloppy seconds.) However, their girlfriend encouraged him to go along with it to keep the peace.

Fred decided he finally had enough when the bully took their girlfriend out of town on a surprise weekend getaway to celebrate their cuckolding anniversary. He was going to confront him about this shared girlfriend nonsense and his ridiculous cuck tax as soon as they got back!

But he’d never get the chance.

He’d just finished masturbating to an old video of the bully fucking his girlfriend in a changing room and was about to fall asleep when he got a text. It was the sort of text he’d received more times than he could count; a photo of their girlfriend’s hand wrapped around the bully’s thick cock whilst giving him a blowjob. Only this time their girlfriend’s hand was adorned with a giant gleaming engagement ring!

“Well, boy? How’s that feel?” I asked, grinning down upon the caged stud.

He glared at me. “Yeah, yeah, feels fine,” he grumbled. “Can you let me out now? You said we were only gonna check if it fits or not.”

I knelt down next to the cage, and started to stroke through his hair. He really looked wonderful half-naked and locked up like this. All that hard work in the gym had certainly been paying off.

The boy must’ve been getting impatient, because he started to fight with the iron bars. Good to know he really couldn’t get out, even if he wanted to.

“C’mon, dude,” he whined, “I have a date in like two hours. You told me we weren’t gonna do this today. You said-“

“I know what I said. But that was before I actually saw you in this cage.”

He probably recognized the hungry look in my eyes, because he started to struggle even more. When he spoke again, I noticed a hint of panic to his voice.

“Fuck you. C’mon. Let me out of here.”

I chuckled, and got back up. The poor hunk continued to fight with the cage, his begging getting more and more frantic while I just stood and enjoyed the sight in silence. I walked over to the pile of clothes in the corner, and fished out his phone from his jeans.

“Dude- what are you doing? Let me the fuck out of here!” he yelled, big-eyed and panicked.

“Shut up,” I finally spat. The boy immediately obeyed, bringing an end to his ceaseless pleading. No matter how angry or scared he was, my word trumped everything else. It had become his most primal instinct to obey me.

“Considering your current position, I wouldn’t keep talking like that, if I were you,” I said. “Have you already forgotten how to properly address me?”

His face turned a little red. I kneeled down next to him again, and undid my belt.

“Please - s-sir,” he said. Turned out he hadn’t forgotten after all. “I promised my girlfriend I’d take her out to dinner, tonight. I can come back tomorrow, and-“

“Still don’t really know how this works, do you?” I interrupted him. My boner was already out, at this point, and the pretty boy eyed it with unease. “This isn’t some kind of hobby you get to schedule as you please. Unlike that girlfriend of yours, I’m not an activity you get to plan.”

“Please. I know that, sir, just not today, I-“

“Shut your fucking mouth, boy,” I hissed, and I slapped his pretty face. “How many times do I have to tell you? When you are with me, you are no longer a person. You are just my toy, a good-looking bitch that I get to play with whenever I want. And right now, I feel like playing.”

I dug my fingers in his hair, and brought him down toward my cock. He didn’t resist, or anything. God knows he was probably eager for another load of mine down his throat, anyway. The obvious bulge in his slutty jockstrap gave that away.

I fucked that gorgeous face for a while, using his hair to really drill my dick into his skull. He took it all the way down his throat, only gagging once; I was glad to see he’d clearly been practicing deep-throating. It wasn’t long before the velvety insides of his mouth sent me over the edge, and I quickly pulled out. The boy had no time to react before I shot my load. It landed all over his face, coating the handsome stud with a beautiful layer of cum.    

“Well?” I said, wiping my cock clean in his hair, “What do we say?”

“T-thank you, sir,” he muttered.

“For?”

He clenched his jaw. “Letting me suck your dick, sir.”

“Good boy,” I said, grinning. I grabbed his phone. “What’s the code?”

He frowned - maybe he’d expected to be let out, now that he’d sucked me off - and started to struggle with the iron bars again. Such a stupid, pretty little bitch.

“I’m not telling you,” he said. “C’mon, let me out! I’ve had enough!”

“On the contrary, boy. The fact you think you’ve already had enough proves that you haven’t. Now, what’s the code to unlock this phone?”

“Fuck off! I’m not telling you!”

I sighed. “I can do this all night, boy. You’re not getting out of here until you give me access to your phone.”

His eyes were shooting fire while the cum still dripped down his cheeks. He was stupid, but not  too stupid to know that I was right. I would keep him here all night, even longer if I had to, if he wouldn’t obey and just tell me how to unlock his phone. Reluctantly, he gave me the four digits I needed.

“There we are,” I said, smirking. “Now, let’s see… What’s that girlfriend of yours called again?”

For a moment, there was just confusion on his face; innocent, naive confusion. After all this time with me, he should’ve really learned that he was always to expect the absolute worst. This time was no exception.

Soon enough, it dawned on him. He started to struggle with the cage once again, but it was already too late. “S-stop,” he begged, while I opened the camera and positioned my still-hard cock on his cum-covered face. “Please. Don’t do this. Please, sir.”

“I’m just letting her know why you can’t make it tonight, boy,” I chuckled. “You should be grateful, really. She wasn’t your type, anyway.”

“N-no, no, stop! Please don’t, sir, please don’t do this!” he whined. While he continued to plead like the pathetic bitch he was, I took a good couple of photos of him, grinding my dick on his face and even pushing it past his lips again. I also made sure to get several different angles, perfectly showing how hard his fat cock was. That girl had to be able to see how much he was enjoying this, of course. That was the whole point. It was so wonderfully humiliating if she found out her hunky boyfriend was secretly a maso, fag pervert.

“Well, I think it’s fair to say you’re single again, boy,” I laughed, having sent all the pictures to the girl. He was crying, sobbing silently as I worked my fingers through his hair. Damn, he looked good like this.

“I think that’s number four, isn’t it?” I continued, “Four girls lost in one month. That’s a new record, I think! Aren’t you proud?”

The stud looked up at me, red-eyed and gorgeous as ever. “I h-hate you,” he whispered. I laughed again, and pulled open his mouth to go for a second round. My cock had gotten impatient, seeing him cry and beg like that.

Of course, he loved every second of this. There was only one reason he kept getting new girlfriends so quickly, and it wasn’t to stick his dick up their cunts. No, he only got with these girls to be able to keep playing our little game. He pretended to hate it, but I knew better. His biggest turn-on was getting humiliated and exposed to these poor girls, over and over again. There was nothing that got my bitch’ rod harder than the feeling of utmost embarrassment and shame. Luckily for him, nothing got me harder than embarrassing him like that.

My boyfriend and I got dressed and headed to the dinner. This would the first time I bring him with me to a work event. I was a bit sad at missing the promotion after fighting hard for it. My coworker, Callum will now my boss after us working together for over a year.

We arrived and I introduced my boyfriend to my coworkers. Callum was charming as always. It was his charm and self confidence that got him the promotion over me. My boyfriend seemed to fall for his charm as he picked a seat next to him for dinner leaving me sitting far from him.

I looked at them chatting and laughing all throughout the dinner. As things wrapped up I left to the bathroom, and as I came back I saw both of them leave together. I rushed behind them but didn't make it in time as they drove away.

I started to call them both with no reply from either. I went home and felt so pathetic. I just lost a promotion and in the celebratory dinner for my coworker getting it he also took my boyfriend back with him.

I went to work the next day, mainly to ask about my boyfriend. As I worked on my desk Callum came in a bit late and headed to his office. I followed him.

"Where's my boyfriend? Why didn't you two reply to my calls?"

"Is that how you talk to your boss? Your boyfriend is a grown man that makes his own decisions. We both don't owe you anything. Go back to work."

"You can't come late and be the last person to see my boyfriend and not give me an answer!"

"I was late because I was fucking your boyfriend and dropping him off at his work. He is working, like you should be. Now go back to work. I'll take you to see him after work."

"Fucking my boyfriend? Why would you do that? How-"

"We are not having a conversation. We are all adults here. I said you can see him after work is done. Now go finish your duties or I will have to report you."

I was speechless. I didn't know what to say. My boyfriend willingly left with him and had sex with him while completely ignoring me and now my Callum talks down to me as if him being my boss wasn't enough already.

As everyone started to leave he walked up to my desk and told me to follow him. I did without saying anything. We got into his car as he drove.

We arrived to a nice buliding and he parked. We entered his apartment and he told me to wait by the door. He went in and a few minutes later he came back with my boyfriend wrapped all around him as they kissed.

"That's your boyfriend. He's happier than ever. He had the best sex of his life with a successful man. We did that yesterday night and morning today and we will do more tonight. But first I'm taking him out on a date. In the meantime you can clean around and do my laundry. What do you say?"

"Are you serious? What's going on-"

"I wasn't asking you beta boy. I was asking my date if he wishes to make any adjustments to my statement. He knows how pathetic and submissive you are. I don't know how he didn't dump you already. He deserves better. At least know he has the best. Now we will be going. You know what to do."

And just like that they both left. I was so angry and mad with both of them. How could they do that. How am I getting humiliated like that. I thought my boyfriend wouldn't use my kinks to humiliate me but he did. They both knew what they are doing.

I stood for around fifteen minutes thinking about it. I couldn't hold myself back. I wanted to do what Callum wanted. I tried to fight against it but I couldn't. I searched for the launcher basket and put them in the washing machine as I started cleaning around. I did the dishes and cleaned the floors. Just as I got the clothes in the dryer after I cleaned them they both came in.

My boyfriend giggled as Callum inspected my work.

"I thought he was lying. I thought I'd come back and see you have left. Maybe even you'd leave work. I guess you really have no self-worth. And you wonder why he left with me? Good job on the cleaning. Get naked and kneel over at door step of my bedroom."

Without waiting for a reply they both went to the bedroom and closed the door. I got naked and knelt at the door step. I could hear them having sex. My boyfriend was moaning louder than he ever did with me. It sounded intense and hot. I got so hard.

Thirty minutes later and it was still going. I don't know how they can last so long but I wanted to jerk off so bad. My knees were hurting and I didn't know what's going to happen after. A while later they finished. Callum opened the door and looked down at me with a smirk.

"Look at you down there. Enjoyed the show? Bet that's the best sex you've had in your life, even though you only listened. Look at that,is it fully hard? How?"

He kicked my balls and dick with his foot.

"Pathetic. Sleep here."

He went back in. I slept on the floor, naked. The thought of him and my boyfriend cuddling made me hard all night. I woke up to moaning sounds. It was as intense as the night before. I was still hard and without thinking I knelt back at the door waiting for them to finish.

Callum came out later.

"Someone learned their place. Make me coffee and give it to me on the couch. I'll have some fun while your boyfriend showers and get ready to work."

I sprinted to the kitchen to make him coffee. I then approached him and gave him his mug and kent at the floor.

He pointed at his feet.

"Give them a rub and show them some love. Kisses and licks. They've been working hard to get a promotion and fuck your boyfriend. They deserve it, no?"

"Yes."

"Yes? Yes boss!"

Sorry boss. Yes boss."

"Good boy."

I put my hands on his feet and started to rub them. As I did, I started to kiss them. He was right, he deserves some rest and I was excited to help. I licked his soles and sucked on his toes without stopping rubbing his feet. He sipped his coffee relaxed.

Oh god 😵‍💫😵‍💫

That sounds so delicious and hot but also scary (which makes it hotter)

Someone making me go get Botox injections to make my pussy permanently puffy and jiggly all the time. They start getting a skewed perspective an think my pussy is small and needs more, so they keep taking me there for more and more injections until I have a giant fat cunt that moves like water anytime I so much as sneeze

And the lack of sensation is just an added bonus. They learn they can hit it and smack it and I won’t complain as much, so my poor puffy pussy gets completely used and handled so roughly. They start making me inject silicone into my clit too, it balloons up and becomes so cute and big, but I start losing my ability to cum.

Schedules mandatory Brazilian waxes every month, keeping me as soft and bare as possible.

Only lets me wear the smallest, frilliest, most revealing panties and thongs. Picks out my underwear every day, giving me a quick spank on the cunt before they tug the tiniest thong up my plump thighs, then wedge it high up in between my lips.

Anytime I’m alone with them they stick their hands down the front of my pants and start playing with my pussy, rubbing my fat lips and teasingly ignoring my throbbing need. It gets in the way at home—when I’m trying to reach up and grab something too high for me, or if I’m in the middle of doing dishes and my hands are occupied. In public it can happen when we’re alone in the park at night, or if they back me into the gym locker room after a hard workout together—this makes them slap their hand over my mouth to silence my protests. I succumb to the humiliation of having my pussy played with in public, hoping no one sees.

When I drift off to sleep after a long day of having my pussy rubbed nearly raw, they slip a pump over my pussy and start pumping it into the cup.

You were hesitant to invite your new neighbor out on the boat Saturday. You didn’t know him and you figured a couple hours of just the two of you and your girlfriend might be awkward. But she insisted it was the nice thing to do. After all, on the surface, you guys seem to have a lot in common: around the same age, both hit the gym regularly, plus you could tell from the music coming out of his place that you had the same tastes.

Your instincts were right, because after the first half hour, your girl was laughing a little too loud at his jokes. Within the first hour, she was doing the flirty thing with her hair that she did on your first few dates back in the day. By the end of hour two she was giving him shoulder rubs while you were driving the boat further out from the pier.

At that point, he put a hand on your shoulder and told you to stop the boat. You turned around in your seat and you were eye-level smack in front of his crotch. He was fully hard, you could tell through his shorts.

“Thanks, dude. I’m gonna take her below deck for a bit. Just chill up here. We’ll be done soon, then you can take us back,” he said, a grin on his face. He pulled out a wad of cash from his pockets and flipped out a couple 20s. “Here,” he said handing you $60. “For the extra time.”

Stymied, you took the money, shellshocked by how fast this was happening. He gave a confident, sharp whistle to your girl and jerked his head towards the stairway to the lower cabin. You had never seen her so excited. She jumped up and took his hand and he led her downstairs.

You heard everything. Her laughter, her moans of pleasure, her screams of ecstasy. You heard him give her commands—Get on your knees, Suck it, Get on top and ride me. You heard his teasing questions—Is that big? You like that? 

Finally, you could hear when he revved up and was fully thrusting, making the bed shake and creak with the force of his body claiming your girlfriend. You heard his satisfied grunts and imagined her walls shaking around his throbbing dick while she released an ear-piercing orgasm.

They came back upstairs 10 minutes later, their bodies flushed, his hair and chest sweaty. She didn’t look at you. He came your way and wrapped an arm around you. You could smell the sex and the pheromones. “We’re ready to head back now. And listen, sorry if this hurts. She just wanted what she wanted. No hard feelings, right man?” He held out his fist for a bump. Bewildered, you muttered “Yeah.”

He gave you a pat on the butt as he went back to the seat at the aft of the boat, and spread his arms on the railing. His girlfriend immediately started rubbing his chest, and they made out most of the way back to shore.

At the pier, he helped you tie up the boat. “Listen,” he said. “She is feeling kind of bad about this, so she was wondering if you wanted to join us for round two. I’m cool with it, but listen… she wants to watch me fuck you. You in?”

Humiliated. Stunned. Broken. You did the only thing you could do. “Yeah. I’m in.”

And she’ll still be his slave, still in a relationship with him, serving him while he’s making love to another woman.

"Women" who wrongly perceive themselves to be strong-willed or intellectual may find themselves the willing victims of feminism should they be left without proper masculine support and discipline. While the natural tendency of the leader of the household is punitive, this will reinforce their property's desire to challenge the natural patriarchal order unless they are given another target. The smart leader shall recognise the symptoms of these rebellious types and instead introduce controlled opposition in the form of a more modest, but not yet broken-in cunt.

The ambitious "woman" (as she may call herself) will doubtless see the second female as competition, which should be subtly encouraged. In private with the problem "woman" express frustration with the discipline of the second cunt and empower her to use some of the tools of humiliation and degradation she herself has been subjected to. She will see this trust as an elevation in her station and will form a compact she will not want to break. Provided a continued drip-feed of such opportunities the head of household shall find much more compliance from his newfound asset than before, when he found himself in the embarassing position of open conflict with his own property!

Of course, the master must be careful to keep a tight leash on these opportunities and should not hesitate to make dramatic action to humble the "woman" back to true status if ever needed. Beatings, rape, and other showings of overwhelming physical force may be required - but it is critical that they are public facing. Allow other cunts to laugh and derive pleasure from the downfall of the one foolish enough to think she was better than any other before elevating a new cunt to status above the last to continue the cycle.