A gay story: The Cucky Kip Channel The Cucky Kip Channel (bi)
Dot came skipping into the room. Well, not literally, but that’s how excited she was, “We did it, we hit 250,000 subscribers!”
Looking at my stamps with a loop I responded, “Huh what are you on about?”
“I Posted our videos, at first just to earn a few dollars. But then it was a thrill when people subscribed, or commented. Now we’re monetized and we’re on our way to a million viewers.” Thrilled, she clapped her hands, practically jumping up and down. It’s one of the things I love about my wife: how her enthusiasm dwarfs my introversion.
Even I knew a million viewers would be a lot. “How much money did you make?”
“Oh, at first it was just ten dollars a vid, or a hundred dollars here or there. But now one of our videos netted five thousand.”
“Dollars?”
“Yea.”
“Total?”
“No, a month.”
“Wait a minute, you’ve been posting videos of us and you’ve been making a thousand dollars a month?”
“Haven’t you been listening? One video made five thousand a month. And there’s more than one video. But it’s too soon to call it a trend. We need to keep the momentum going.”
“I didn’t know Youtube paid that much. But who in their right mind wants to watch you with your leathercrafts or me with my stamp collecting?”
She smiled wickedly, “Oh, you’d be surprised… I made a video with your newest stamp, and that’s the one that got us the most views.”
“Well, it is a very special stamp. The Scott 613 press production was supposed to…”
“Shhhhh, no one cares about that.” She placed her sexy finger to my lips, “No one. And Youtube wouldn’t pay for that video.”
“But you said our video made a lot of money?”
“I know. It’s not on Youtube. It’s Porncool.”
I was stunned. Frozen.
“Uh, er, um, people have seen what we do?” I fretted because we’re into something that’s pretty kinky. Not at all normal. See, in the privacy of our own home I have a need for pain and humiliation.
Then a bigger fear possessed me, “They’ve seen my… part?”
“Oh, baby, of course they’ve seen your little weeny. It wouldn’t be much of a porn video if there weren’t private bits shown.”
I thought about the outfit she normally has me wear. A full leather head mask and more recently a penis cage. It would be the reason I didn’t know she made videos: the way it blocked my vision.
Then I thought about the outfits she wears, a full-body skin tight leather bodysuit and a sexy lace face mask.
Hers was stylish, sexy, and basically covered anything private. Mine exposed everything I had, except luckily my face. Hers was bossy and strong while mine was emasculating and humiliating.
How else did you think I’d earned the money to get the two-cent president Harding stamp you’ve wanted for so long?
I thought about it. Right, how else could we have afforded a $1,500 stamp? Why didn’t I ask that question before? Oh right, because she gave it to me just before the first time she tried out cock and ball torture and I got just a little – distracted.
“So you earned $1500 for the stamp from videos?”
“Not at all, Baby.” She tapped her foot quickly, trying to decide just what to tell me, then added, “I bought the $8,500 version of the Harding stamp. Using it in the video made it tax deductible. And the theme of the video, as you know, was ball crushing.”
I could never forget it! I pushed all thoughts about the stamp aside, I was crushed again but in a different way, “So PEOPLE saw you stepping on my balls?
“Saw it!? That was our channel’s third most popular video. The shiny red stripper pumps… the anguished regret… People come back to see it again and again.”
I felt weak, “Channel? Tell me more about that.”
“Ok. Our channel is called The Cucky Kip and Mistress Maeve Channel. It’s all our best videos edited and spliced together to tell an ongoing story.”
“You, you used my real name – but not yours?”
“Of course. Yours is a perfect alliteration for Cucky. Mistress Dot just doesn’t have the same ring. Besides, you’ve been calling me Mistress Maeve for months now.”
This was too much for me. I needed a strong drink. But when I got to the liquor cabinet there was a padlock on it. Not only did it have a brand new lock on it, but there was a camera pointed right at me as I desperately tried to anesthetize my feelings with booze.
I whined, “You’re filming this, now?”
“Natch! It’s the reaction vid where you learn the truth.”
All the strength drained from my body and I just slumped to the floor right there in the living room.
I was mortified. I needed to run away and hide. I knew I would feel sheltered in my outfit, “Where’s my hood?
“Don’t worry. I’ll blur out your face until the big reveal.”
This was sounding worse and worse.
“There. There. Let mistress Maeve take care of you.” Dot picked me up by the arm, guiding me into the playroom.
Numbed, I let her place the hood on my head, zipping it up and shutting out all light. I stood passively as she stripped me naked.
Then a scary thought intruded on my thoughts, “Is there a camera right now?”
“Always.”
I almost cried, “Are you gonna step on my balls today?”
“Don’t be silly. There’s a progression. Remember how a year ago we started with toy handcuffs? Then real ropes? Then The Pain Chair?”
I nodded, remembering how each step seemed like fun, or no big deal compared to the previous. But how did I get here?
“Well I’ve got a whole sequence listed out. It’s our channel’s brand. Our viewers can’t wait to find out what comes next!
“So they’ve seen it all from the start?” I still wanted to crawl under a rock despite the protective hood.
I shivered, and not just from being exposed, “And what comes next?”
“Bend over and I’ll tell you while I put your butt plug in.” She turned my body as she always does when she puts stuff up my ass.
More and more I understood things in a new light, “Are you turning me so the camera can get a better angle?”
“That’s right. Now grab your ankles.” She knelt next to me for a second, adjusting my head, “So they can see unobstructed.”
Mistress Maeve lubed my ass and twisted a larger than normal plug half way up my ass.
My voice strained from its size. “Where’s the jeweled one?”
“Ohhh, that one was VERY popular. But all good things must come to an end.” She punctuated the word ‘end’ by tapping on the plug with enough force to drive it in the rest of the way. I yelped, and Mistress whispered to me, “Your fans are gonna love that little sound effect. Try to work it in more regularly. You want a new car, don’t you?”
She stood me up, then addressed the camera in my presence for the first time, “Turn this way Kippy Cucky. Face the camera.” I couldn’t see the camera with the hood on, but she pushed on my hip.
I’ve never covered my wiener before, but this time I crossed my hands in front of my groin.
“You’ve all seen Kippy’s little wiener. And when I say wiener – I mean cocktail wiener. You’ve seen it at its full THREE inches. You’ve seen it at one and a half inches. So small that I had to order a specially made cock cage. Or should I say wiener cage?”
She moved the camera closer to my dick and slapped my hands away. “For the first time we’re gonna TALK to Cucky about how he feels about his tiiiiny micropenis.”
“Cucky, do you wish you had a big manly dick?”
Mortified, I nodded. Then she flicked my balls, hard. “You have to say it out loud.” I grew to my full length from the painful stimuli.
“Let’s try that again. Cucky, do you wish you had a real cock?”
I whimpered, “yes. yes i do.” She flicked my balls again several times, making me flinch each time. “i want a real cock more than anything. i want you to feel it deep inside. i want to, to just not be ashamed.”
“Good little boy.” Her finger caressed my testicles. I had mixed feelings about my balls. Thousands of people would be looking at my balls. Would they have the same thoughts as me? My balls were normal sized. But that only made my dick look that much smaller. And when she shaved me I just looked like a little boy.
“Well fans, we’ve got an amazing series for you all.”
She faced me, “What would you say if I got you a penis pump? You see, we’re gonna get you a real man’s cock, one way or another.”
I was overjoyed. I wept under the hood and Dot filmed it all, telling me privately that my sobbing just paid for our vacation.
“Ok people, we’re gonna get Cucky all fitted with his pump and you’re gonna watch it all as it unfolds. On our side it’s gonna take a week or so. But due to the magic of editing you’re gonna see it all in one two hour video. How big will it get?”
Using a remote she shut down the camera. I remembered hearing the sound the buttons made from before. I just didn’t know it was a remote then.
“Let’s take a break for lunch, Kip.”
She unlocked my hood and we trotted off to the kitchen, “It’s FOUR inches!”
“I know. I use a filter to shrink it. Makes for a better show.”
“Are you really going to pump my penis?”
“Of course. That’ll sell big time! And if need be I can just remove the filter and you’ll get one inch automatically.” I liked the idea that people would stop thinking of me as a three incher. But I wanted a real inch and had real hope that the pump would work.
I was overjoyed and fell to the floor to kiss Dot’s feet. “We really have come a long way, Kippy. I love how you’re turning into a real cuck both on film and off.” I heard the sound of the remote just then.
Back in the playroom Mistress Maeve had me tied and kneeling with my hands yanked hard into the air behind me. “Here’s what I promised you people. Cucky can’t see but I’m opening the package with the penis pump. Here it is folks: The Hydromex 12. Look at that baby! I bet that’ll pump up a dick nicely.” I couldn’t wait.
She brought it over to me and with the camera in close-up, she held the tube over my penis. I didn’t even feel its sides. “Ooooh no! It doesn’t fit. His wee wee is too small for the machine that’s designed to be worn by small penises.” I was crestfallen.
She tossed the pump away and we all heard it shatter and break along with my hopes.
“Don’t worry everyone.” She pulled out another box. “Here’s the Minipump 2. I bet we’ll get him pumped up with this one.” Dot placed it on my penis and I was relieved to feel the plastic tube.
After some fumbling she turned to the camera, “This one goes over his teeny tiny wiener just fine.” She waited a moment, “But it’s failing to make any suction. He’s still tooo small.” She tossed and broke it too. My pride was as broken as my dreams.
“Never fear, I’ve got one more box.” I heard the cardboard rip open. Here, let me get closer to you. This tiny device is the Princess Clitoral Pump. It’s made to pump up ladies’ clits, but I bet it’ll be just right for Kippy Cuck.”
She attached it to my dick and pumped it up with success. I could feel my dick being ecstatically pulled larger. I loved that woman.
“But hey everybody, we’re only on day one of filming. We’re gonna pump cucky here everyday for the whole series. But… what… should… we do…while we’re waiting?”
I knelt there blinded by the hood but loving my new clit pump.
“Has anyone wondered why Kip is called ‘Cucky’ but has never been cucked?” I had wondered about that.
Where was she going with this? I thought ‘Cucky’ was just an alliteration. I didn’t even really know the meaning of the word except that it was insulting.
“We’ve got a guest today. The winner from our last contest. I’d like to welcome Master Mike!”
“How are you Mike? And welcome to our ever more popular channel. Together we’re gonna take the next step.”
“Mike? We’ve got you for seven days, right?”
“You got it Babe. I’m looking forward to it.”
“Ok, so we have to find just the right activities for seven days. And I think I know just what to do for day one.”
“Come here Mike.” I sensed the two of them standing directly in front of me. I could feel their heat. I could smell her leather. And lastly, I could smell a man’s body so close.
I heard her voice come down to my level as she knelt in front of me, in front of Mike. The same man who no doubt had a normal cock and was the first man to see my wiener in person. No one could see me blush red hot behind the hood.
There were rhythmic but unknown sounds right there in front of my covered face. Then Mike started moaning with unmistakable sexual groanings. I feared my wife was giving this stranger a blowjob, except that she was talking pretty regularly.
“Mike you’ve got a pretty manly cock here, don’t you?”
“You’re Fuckin’ right, Maeve.”
“And it’s getting close to doing what cocks do?”
“Any minute now, Honey.” I didn’t want the world to see my wife get shot in the face with some man’s cum. Or worse – her mouth might be open.
There were ongoing handjob noises, then I felt the splats of cum hitting my leather mask while Mike laughed.
“Who likes how the cum is dripping down Cucky’s hood? See the white streaks against the black leather? Leave your comments and don’t forget to like the video and subscribe to our channel.”
The two of them left me alone in my subjugation for a few minutes. A drop of cum fell from my hood, falling grossly on my knee. Then Mistress returned alone. As soon as my hood was off I couldn’t stop complaining, “what was that? you just jerked off some guy – on my face…”
She stopped me, “It wasn’t on your face. It was on the mask. And that was the money shot for today. I’m telling you, we’re gonna hit one million with this series. Keep doing as well as you are and we’re gonna be on easy street.”
“for today? series?”
“Stop bitching. Just think about all the new stamps, the new cars, a bigger house… it’s not like we’re filming anything that wasn’t going to happen anyway.”
She had me speechless.
“Now hush while I let your arms down before you tear a tendon, and I should let the suction off of your pump before your wiener falls off.”
“what? that can happen?”
“Oh, yes. You’re not supposed to do it more than three times a day ten minutes each time.” She let the air in and pulled the contraption off.
Dotty, bent down to examine my wiener for damage. Fondling it gently in its newly engorged state. “That’s the whole reason we’re not doing all the filming at once. You should be thanking me for taking such good care of your dick.”
Worried, I looked at my weiner. It looked healthy enough. But shit! It was like five inches long! And for the first time ever Dot had called it a dick instead of a wiener. “Thank you Mistress Maeve!!”
Five inches was respectable. With five inches I could change in a public gym. I could pee at a urinal. I could reach depths in my own wife’s pussy.
I ran around the house naked and cheering, “I’ve got a real dick! A real dick! A real dick!” It was ALL worth while.
When I calmed down Dotty hugged me close, “Kip, you know I love you. I like our game and I do it because you have some need to act out these dramas.” She put her hand on my cheek, “But lover, the extra inch is temporary. With repeated use over a long time you’ll get some permanent growth. But I don’t know how much.”
She went on, “But, Kip. If the pump fails. And we make enough money. We could get you surgery to make it bigger.” I’d never dreamed we could ever afford THE operation. But, a million viewers…
I was still happy with the expectation that the pump could do the trick, the possibility was worth any risk. And I sure did like what I had right now. A happy tear ran down my face and wetted her finger, “Well, still, thanks for making it happen.”
“One more thing, Kip, will you carry me upstairs and fuck the living daylights out of me with your big dick?”
I was so fucking excited. Thrilled that she’d called it a big dick! Thrilled that she wanted me to fuck her with my big dick.
I snatched her up in my arms and ran up the stairs to do just that for the first time in my life – with my big dick.
The next day I was feeling a new confidence. My wiener was back to about four inches, but I knew I would be showing my fans five inches by the end of the pumping session.
Dot was exasperated. “The filming isn’t working. Something’s off.” She reviewed the footage. “Oh, I see it now..”
“Kippy. You’re not acting meek. We’re gonna lose the whole channel if we don’t turn it around. You’ve got to step it up. You’re the star you know. Anyone could play my part but there’s only one of you. And you’ve got to be humbled.”
I thought about it, “You’re right. Abuse me more. Step up the humiliation.” I needed it anyway.
I felt her breath on my neck as she whispered in my ear, “Do you trust me!” I did.
“Do whatever it takes.” Whatever it takes to get me a big cock.
She told me she loved me. She kissed my wiener telling me she loved it. And when I was erect she flipped on the camera. In editing she blurred my dick to postpone the surprise.
“Welcome back Cucky fans. As you know we pumped up Kippy yesterday and, well, you’re gonna have to wait.”
She was right. I was ecstatic with the results so far, but no one else knew. No one on Porncool would see my big dick until the end of the video. For now they thought of me as a three inch cuck. I felt ashamed yet again.
“Lets get her clit pump attached and get on with the show. Aww, he’s got a tiny boner.” She bumped the clit pump against my stiffy a few times as if it wouldn’t go on.
“Well, Mistress Maeve can fix that. Tiny wieners don’t deserve to be hard.” She stepped back, swung around, and delivered an exaggerated roundhouse kick to my wiener and balls.
Now, she hit it with her shin and not her foot. And she cushioned most of the blow by letting my thighs absorb most of the impact.
But it still hurt like hell. I crumpled to the floor clutching my dicky and sore balls. And while I writhed there, feeling that she was right, she attached the clitoral pump. Well, I had mixed feelings about it now.
“OK, now that we’ve taken care of that. What are we gonna fill our time with?
“I guess we always start with a little bondage.” She tied my wrists, with me still immobilized on the floor. Then she put ropes on my ankles. “Let’s see what hog tying is like. We’ve never tried that. But if you have, please leave a comment.”
Mistress connected my wrists to my ankles, then ran the rope through a pulley she had me install in the ceiling last month but had not yet used. I heard the squeaking of the metal first, then it hoisted me up.
She adjusted it so I was upright then announced she had a new torture for me. “We all know how excruciating it is to leave your hand in ice water. Even for a few minutes.”
Just to me she said, “I’ll be right back, Kip. And I’ll edit out the delay. Be sure to ham it up when I get back.”
“OK, here I have a bucket of ice water. She shook the bucket so we could all hear it clink. “But I’m not putting his HAND in the frigidness,”
I heard the bucket scrape on the floor. I heard the pulley squeak. Then my body lowered and my balls descended into the cold water.
I gave a muffled scream for the camera. The truth was that the water was soothingly cold on my abused nuts and not frigid at all. It was a lie.
“I didn’t hear you, Kippy Cucky. Let’s open your zipper so you can ‘express’ yourself better.” For the first time ever the mouth hole was opened showing part of my face. Surely no one I know could recognize me just from my lips? And our base was almost doubled just from yesterday.
“Now you can tell the world your deepest thoughts.” She gave the bulb on my pump a few more squeezes, really amping up the suction. “Can you feel that stretching your dingus bigger?”
I could. I loved the promising pain.
“Let’s try a few more.” The suction increased dramatically and the size of my big dick increased dramatically. “I screamed through the mouth hole despite loving and hating the intense pain. My scream was mostly real.
Dot released some pressure. We can edit this too. We don’t want to damage any blood vessels.
“Mike! Come on out here!”
“Sure, babe.” I wished he would quit calling my wife ‘babe’. But I was helpless.
I heard the familiar sounds of her hands jacking his pole. It was wet this time. Lube?
“Do you like my new outfit, Mike? It’s a two piece, so you can see my midriff.”
“You’re gorgeous Maeve. It’ll help me get there.”
“Would you like to shoot it on my cleavage? The cleavage is new too, now that the suit doesn’t go all the way up my neck.”
His breathing was getting more and more strained from his impending orgasm. So was hers from the physical effort of yanking on his big cock.
“Here it comes!” He told the world.
“Here it comes.” She repeated.
He gave two short grunts. Then boiling hot cum began jetting into my shocked mouth. I tried to turn my head. I spit and sputtered, exclaiming all along how awful it was. And I didn’t need to fake it at all.
With my lips pressed tightly shut, the next two squirts hit my lower face, coating my chin. I couldn’t help but make these closed lipped sounds of disgust.
There was a resounding wack as Mistress slapped my balls – always the balls. I screamed and she resumed jacking him into my open mouth. “Don’t you dare reject his gift. You oughta thank Mike for helping us show the world your degradation. Shouldn’t you?”
I knew what I needed to say: “thank you, master mike.”
“Thank you for what?”
“thank you for feeding me your cum.”
Mike went back to his hotel.
Mistress checked my dick for signs of damage, declaring it to be a ‘healthy fuck stick’. Never had I imagined I would be the owner of an actual fuck stick!
We took pictures and video clips with a ruler to document my results. It was five and one eighth inches long. Progress!!
We ran upstairs excitedly where I fucked my wife doggy style for the first time. I never before thought I’d be able to reach this way. When my cum filled her up, I relished the new view of her sexy back, curvy buttocks, and long flowing hair. I loved my new ‘healthy fuck stick’. I didn’t run around the house, but I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face.
The next day she tied me with lengths and lengths of rope, winding them round and round: mummifying me. Laying on an inclined plank, I had a new bigger vibrating butt plug and a new mask with eye holes as well as a mouth hole. There was one zipper down the middle.
Her suit now had an oval hole in front supporting her magnificent boobs which were now on full display to thousands. It was bad enough when my body was the only naked one. Now part of MY wife was out there too.
Mistress held up this big thick phallic candle. I wondered with a little fear as she lit it. Even with my anal training I really doubted the pillar candle could go without some intense seriousness. Just what was the plan?
She held the candle over the back of my tied hand and tipped it so wax spilled on me. “oh, fuck that hurt!!” I begged, “let’s not do this one.” I mean I really begged.
“Oh Cucky, like you have a choice.”
But this was just a game, “no really. we don’t need to do this.”
Her voice turned devious, “I bet you all know what we’re gonna do with this?”
I had an idea, “no! no! not that. you’ll burn ’em off. you’ll melt my pump. i need that!”
She held the candle way up high, right over my sensitive jewels. Then slowly leaned it a tiny bit. I watched wide-eyed as a pool threatened to overflow.
She coughed and a tiny molten drop came over the edge. I screamed in dreadful anticipation, tightening every muscle in my body. Down, down, it plummeted and I couldn’t take my eyes off the falling lava. It landed with a painful thwack. I screamed loudly from the burn before I even realized that it wasn’t burning. Apparently it cools as it falls.
Mistress continued dripping greater and greater quantities of wax on me, creating a very photogenic and hardened shell. I screamed my best theatrical screams the whole time.
Mike entered our playroom naked as a Jaybird. He took one look at my balls and squirmed sympathetically.
His monster cock was worse than I imagined, now that I could see it. His cock wasn’t just normal, it was a gigantic seven inches. Ugly, reddened, and already throbbing. She knelt before him, “Do you like mike’s cock, kippy cucky?” I wished I had his size, and nodded.
“Are you hoping yours won’t be a tiny wee wee micropenis when we’re done?”
“more than anything.”
I knew she’d jerked him off twice already, but actually witnessing her kneel before his club was horribly embarrassing. All our fans were seeing her being owned more and more by Mike. They were seeing me getting my dick stretched, still thinking it was a three incher.
Her beautiful creamy hands juxtaposed against the ruddy cock. Her innocent titties were right in the line of fire.
Horribly, I knew where this was going. She would be polluted by his gunk. And she wasn’t even disgusted like me. In fact her smile was radiantly waiting.
Five minutes of fast cock-jerking and Mike gave his usual grunts, spilling lava-like spoo all over my lovely wife’s no longer private boobs. It splattered. It ran. It pooled in her cleavage. Great runny roads criss-crossed her chest. I was right – she was tainted and ruined.
She stood, and the way her breasts were pushed into a shelf none of it ran off.
I didn’t predict it until it was too late. With the camera to the side and slightly behind me, she unzipped my hood so my face was completely uncovered, but not visible to the audience.
While I was worrying about my anonymity, she leaned forward pressing her cum tinged knockers all over my face. They were slick and gooey and my face became smeared all over with Mike’s hot dripping nastiness. It was in my eyes, my eyelashes, nostrils, and mouth. It dripped down my neck. And my throbbing erection couldn’t even shrivel, sucked into the clit tube like it was.
Mike left.
Not even cleaning me up, Dotty examined my dick, declaring it to be healthy and huge. Her words thrilled me like no others ever had. She documented my growth at five and one quarter inches. Hearing the news I forgot about the spooge on my face, tasting it unintentionally, as I rejoiced in an additional fraction of an inch.
Dot looked into my eyes, so proud of me. I felt proud too. “You know what we’ve never been able to do?”
There were so many things.
“Do you see how my boobs stick out, sandwiched together, so much more than usual?” I didn’t see where she was going with this.
“Do you want to titty fuck me with your big dick right now? Or wait?”
If we waited, maybe I would start to lose my pumped up engorgement. “Now! Let’s do it now with my big dick!”
She laid her body over mine, rubbing my big dick between her slippery boobs. The feeling was sublime. I didn’t care that it was cum. Not when it felt that good. Not when I actually had the ability to use my big dick like that.
I added my spoo to Mike’s remaining jism, groaning in my orgasm just like he had in his.
We were huffing from our exertions as she started the laborious task of unwinding me. “Was it good?”
“The best baby.”
She undid the last knot. You’re a good sport Kip. And we’re gonna be rich.”
For the next session I was strapped to the wall, Mistress Maeve was wrapping my balls in strong tight cords, causing them to stick way out, held firm inside their tight sack. A new larger clit pump was doing its job for the third time today. Just on camera this time.
When she was sufficiently pleased with how torturously my nuts were constrained, she produced a bright red tube of lipstick. Mistress decorated her lips, then painted my balls red, then my lips. We were a matching trio of glossy ruby red.
Mike stood before her, her cleavage proudly jutting out. I half expected to see him coat her boobs again, which would permit me another boobjob. I actually wanted his cum on her boobs and my face, then I would feel my big dick slide between wonderful fuckbags.
But so far, we never did the same thing twice. I supposed with the lipstick on my balls it would get smeared into Mike’s goo, making a pink cream for me to fuck. I would gladly do it.
Maeve pushed her boobs together for him and he placed his big cock in the soft canal. I guess, him titty fucking her, would be new.
He slid up and down a few times then she gazed at his cockhead with a bit too much admiration, and when he groaned she pulled just the head between her red lips. Lips that were red just for the cameras. Lips that were supposed to be mine alone. She accepted his cum, smiling the whole time. I waited for her commentary. For her to humiliate me with her words.
Instead, she ran to me, kissing my red lips with her red lips. But also depositing his cum into my mouth for the cameras. I’d had it there before. The taste and texture were survivable. The embarrassment of being a cum vessel was already past too. But now I was degraded twice at the same time: his cum had corrupted both of us simultaneously!
Not to leave my debasement at good enough, she rubbed her cummy lips on my balls, returning with her entire lower face plastered in the mixture. When she was done with me, my face was also colored with the pinkish lipstick mixture.
Without cleaning up she measured me, we learned that my dick was five and a half inches long. Well within normal limits.
Our chins looked ridiculous, but I didn’t care when she said, “You’ve never let me before. But, I’m gonna give you your first blowjob.” She flashed her seductive eyes at me, “You’re big enough. Right?”
I nodded enthusiastically. She was right. At five and a half inches, her mouth which was so much more calculating than her pussy wouldn’t judge me if it felt a difference compared to past boyfriends. She hadn’t even sucked enough of Mike’s to make a comparison.
Evilly she declared, “And I’m going to give you another snowball. Good cuckies eat all the cum there is. Right?” I didn’t know the word, but I knew what she meant.
“Go ahead, give me a snowball, Dotty. I love my dick. I love you. I’ll love it.” And I did.
Our next session started early. I was loosely tied to the same tiltable plank as a few days ago. My butt plug was replaced by a big black dildo. My hood was reduced to a zorro type mask. My hands were free. And my clit pump had me sucked up to whatever exciting size we would accomplish today.
Mistress Maeve’s suit wasn’t just cupless, it was assless too. She was walking around me, explaining to our fans how many ounces of weight she was hanging from my balls. While the weights were heavy and pulled me tightly and uncomfortable, they were also deceptively hollow.
Mistress lay down on a bench in front of me where me and all of Porncool would be able to see her firm round bubble buns.
Mike entered, already naked and proud.
Mistress was giving her opening speech. “OK, fans, by popular request, Cucky is going to take a more active and engaged role as a good cuckold should.
Mike aimed his cock at my wife’s butt while I was commanded to jerk him off onto her milky flesh. I felt the shame of cooperating in my psychological abuse.
I took hold of his ginormous cock, instantly realizing that despite all my gains there was still a huge difference in both length and girth. The knowledge drained my spirit. I couldn’t help but feel dejected and worthless.
I wanked his bigger cock listlessly, wearing my inferiority for everyone to see. He was quick as always, groaning to portend his imminent eruption.
I felt his big cock pulse and surge. I felt the veins stick out as he was cumming. I watched the head flare. And I cringed when giant gobs of goo gobsmacked my wife’s virgin asshole, which he leaned into, being sure to zero in on the wrinkly target. Never before had cum touched her most private place and Mike beat me to it.
Mistress Maeve stayed in place while master Mike lowered my plank so my face fell right into her crack.
I knew what was expected and I knew to ham it up. I didn’t really dislike cum anymore, and well, the asshole, was my wife’s. I pretended to gag muttering, “can’t believe i’m doing this. so gross. so bad.”
However, as I munched, I remembered that there would be real people who would think it was the height of filthy depraved sex. And later they would see my face. Probably people I knew.
Then, licking lavishly at the cum covered shit ring I thought, “What does it matter? I’m worthless anyway.”
Some minutes later I was still stewing in my self hatred when Dotty declared, “Six inches! Bigger than fifty percent of the population.”
I recovered my previous happiness, “Really!?”
From the depths of despair I was now lifted to the heights of highs. How could it get better?
Dotty bent low showing her butt to me again, “Let’s celebrate. Come fuck my ass with your fiftieth percentile dick.”
The next day Mistress Maeve had me tied with my back to a post and my hands above my head. I was sitting on a thick board, more of a platform, nothing special, just stock wood from the hardware store. It felt cold the way my balls rested on it. “Kip, it’s gonna be intense today. You won’t even need to do any acting. But you’ll live.”
Then the cameras were on. I wanted to ask what she meant but she stuck a wooden dowel wrapped in gauze in my mouth. “To bite.”
“Ok everyone. We’ve got a special segment today! There’s just no going back from some things…” She had me worried.
“Exhibit A. The standard ball clamp.” She was saying this as she held some item between her body and the camera. “See how it squeezes.” She put the metal contraption on a table and it did look pretty medieval.
“Exhibit B. The crouton crusher. This one squeezes, but it’s got all these spikes.” It was like a giant blue clothespin. Despite being mostly plastic it was scarier than the first.
“Exhibit C. This one’s like a combo ball stretcher/butt plug. The balls go inside here, then get pulled back and inserted right into his very own asshole.” Staring at the appliance she’d set by the others, it looked thankfully less damaging than the first ones.
“Exhibit D. I’m guessing each egg goes into one of these. Then they go in opposite directions. She turned it over in her hands. “Hmm, I don’t really see how this wouldn’t rip his sack right in half. Well, by the time you see this some of you will have voted on our website…” When I saw it, I shuddered. She wouldn’t…
“Oh, I almost forgot Exhibit E.” She picked up a simple hammer and two iron nails. “I’m hoping you all pick this one. The simplicity is elegant. And while the straight through penetration will no doubt hurt more than the others, it’s really just a single hole in each testicle. He should be fine given some time to heal. Besides, I’ve already got a board under his sack to drive the nails into.”
Mistress picked up a red envelope, “The results of our poll are right here.” She tore open the envelope and read, “Exhibit E!”
Fuck!
Approaching me with the instruments of destruction, I literally tried to crawl backwards despite being shackled to the post and strapped to the board.
Maeve knelt before me. There was no way this wasn’t real. I mean fuckin nails!
Out of camera view, I watched her attach these tiny alligator clips to my ballsack, then connect them to a battery. “What’s the…”
“Shhhhh!!”
“But…”
“Shhhhh! I don’t want to have to reshoot the whole intro. You’ll survive.” It wasn’t all that comforting.
This just might be more pain than I wanted.
Dot connected the nail to the battery with a wire. Then placed it right next to my left nut. She raised the hammer up and took a mighty whack!
I screamed louder than I had for any of the previous tortures while biting hard on the stick in my mouth. The pain was barely bearable, but it stopped instantly.
I looked down expecting to see blood and ooze from my ball. The nail was driven a solid inch into the board, yet, still NEXT to my testicle and not through it. Maeve switched cameras to get the side view.
“Wheww!” She said, only to me, and in a cold sweat that matched mine. That was tricky. You don’t know how many times I practiced hitting a nail before I was sure I wouldn’t miss.”
I couldn’t stop staring at the nail that was NOT through my ball. “Why did it hurt so motherfucking much?”
“Realism! The nail completes a harmless DC current.”
“It didn’t fuckin’ feel harmless to me.”
“But it was. Do you want me to stop? Or go for the gold? You know you’ve always asked me for pain.” I pictured myself with a cock as big as Mike’s. And I believed her that this was going to finally get me a big dick.”
“Drive the other nail. I’ll make it sound good.
“Oh, I know you will. That current hurts like fuck. Yesterday I licked the battery to test it. In fact, I licked it several times to get the circuit right.”
Dotty sprayed me with a water bottle to make it look like I was sweating more profusely than I actually was. Then she dabbed some blood red glue on my ball. Into the glue she stuck the top half of a nail.
Turning to face the side camera, Maeve continued, “That’s one down. Now that Cucky knows what to expect, let’s see what he has to say?”
“Are you ready for me to pierce the other precious nut?”
I cried my best tears, whimpering, “fuck! fuck, no. please stop. i’ll do anything else. literally anything.”
“Oh, I’ve got something ELSE planned for you as well. Right after I nail your balls to the board we’ll start the ‘anything else’.”
She held the nail in place and raised the hammer. The anticipation of the electric shock was excruciating. My fear was quite real. Then I considered that despite her practice she might actually miss.
I bit the wood in preparation. I cringed before the blow came. Down went the hammer with a resounding thwack, completing the circuit and delivering a tremendous jolt.
I screamed again, thankful that the electricity proved she hadn’t missed. My heart was pounding and just maybe, I smelled burning flesh.
A little red glue and it was time to move on.
Mike came into our little room and looking at my balls, physically recoiled, “Shit! You two don’t fool around.”
Mistress was reclining on a settee. “Come here big boy!” She was addressing Mike. He went to her, and right there being filmed for Porncool, he rubbed his big cock all over my wife’s pussy and bush, but thankfully without the all important penetration.
Mike lay atop Dotty, cock pressing on her clit. Surely she liked it more than when MY dick pressed on her clit. It was so much bigger after all. I couldn’t see, were they kissing?
“Hey fans, I promised I’d get Cucky a big cock – one way or another. We’ve been suctioning his cock for almost a week now. And we’re gonna find out soon how it went. So keep watching till the end.
But what if it doesn’t work? I have to keep my promise.
So, If it doesn’t work then at least he’ll have this.” She grabbed Mike’s cock in her hand, leading him over to me.
“Here’s your big cock. I’m gonna give it to you. Sure, I’ve had the smallest bit in my mouth. But I’ve saved the whole smelly thing for you. You can have it all.”
Mike jammed his cock into my mouth while she held on, feeding it to me inch by inch. I gagged while they laughed. It was surprisingly smooth and soft considering how ugly it was.
Hitting the back of my throat, he asked her if he could go all the way down. She whispered in his ear and I hoped she told him no.
He complained that I wasn’t sucking so she knelt next to my face, “You’re almost a complete cucky now. I mean, this really moves you along the path. Sucking a real man’s real cock is about as close as you can be without actually being one…”
All this week she’s thrown that word about and I was still unclear on what it actually meant.
“Do you feel manly, Kippy? Cause you really do have a big manly cock – in your mouth. And soon it’s gonna give you its testosterone filled cream. One would think eating all that male hormone would work. But you’ve eaten so much already this week – is it working?”
In all honesty, I’ve had many moments when I did feel more manly this week. And quite a few when I got totally emasculated. Just what was the difference? I nodded to answer her.
“Good! Then we’re gonna make you even more manly right now.” She patted my cheek where she could feel Mike’s warm cock through the skin. “Now start sucking! Before I recruit ten more like Mike – to really increase your supply of hormones.” Fearfully, I sucked.
Going back up, she stood behind Mike, pushing on his hips with hers, it was like it was her fucking my mouth. Except that she had less control and went too deep more than he did. Not that Mike minded.
She reached around, fondling Mike’s cock and balls. Then staring at the camera said, “Kippy Cucky finally got his real cock.”
Switching cameras she asked, “But did we need to resort to this? What if the pump worked? Then this face fucking would all be for naught.” She turned sarcastic, “What a shame.”
Mistress Maeve moved to my side again. Taking off the clit pump she measured my dick, this time without waiting for Mike to leave first.
She made a mark on the ruler and came up to show me. It was fucking smaller than before and I’m sure the despondent look on my face let our fans know the result.
Mike picked up his pace. His balls swung to and fro, bouncing on my chin. Then he grunted and I knew what that meant.
Pulling out so just the tip was in my mouth he delivered his payload right on my tongue, rubbing his frenulum this way and that. He came so much. It filled me so much more than in any of the previous indirect methods.
Dotty was animated, “Show the camera! Show your shame! Open your mouth.”
Mike withdrew and left us. Fouled, I turned to the camera showing how much slime was in my mouth.
A click of the remote shut off the camera then she kissed me full on, and this time it was me snowballing her.
A moment later, and she was shoving the ruler in my face again. The mark showed six and one quarter inches. She had tricked me before. Riding an emotional roller coaster, I was again deliriously euphoric.
She was rambling as she undid the fake nails and unshackled me. “Everything’s been fake tonight – pretend. What’ya say we have some pretend sex? If I’m not mistaken you have a fantasy of making love to Snow White. While she’s asleep. No doubt because a sleeping woman wouldn’t be aware of your size.
Well, I just happen to have such a blue and yellow costume, and while I wouldn’t actually be asleep, it won’t really matter with your big healthy six and one quarter inch dick.
We ran upstairs where she lay quietly on the bed, her yellow skirt pulled up to give me access to her ‘sleeping’ cunt. She was so wet I just knew she was enjoying my big dick.
On our last session she said, “Open your eyes.” When I did she was suspended completely naked, in a sex swing, hovering above my tied form. I gazed in awe at her newly bald puss. I could see everything so clearly. Every nook and cranny was clearly visible to both me and the camera a mere six inches away.
I had a brand new penis pump, one made for more normal dicks, and it had me painfully engorged.
Mistress Maeve was looking at another camera which was pointed at her masked face and my genitals from an equally close distance. “Today is the final climactic step in our journey for Kippy Cucky.
Today some VERY IMPORTANT things will happen that you’ve all been waiting for. First, even with all the embarrassing cum-play, we have yet to take Cucky to the end of the line. Kip will finally be cuckolded. Second, we’re gonna find out if he still has a tiny wiener or a real dick, and lastly we’re all going to see the reaction on his face to the first two.
Mike came into the room with a hard cock and wearing a condom. He strode right up, touching his big cock to Dottie’s pussy. I could see precisely how close it was to going in. The tip was just barely parting her labial lips but not making any progress inside. The presence of the condom reassured me greatly.
“Cucky, have you figured out what a cuckold is yet?”
“No mistress.” She flicked my balls expecting more. “I think it’s when a man is humiliated by his wife.”
She slapped my balls hard, making me groan. “No Cucky. And while it decidedly includes humiliation, it’s a very special, intimate humiliation. It starts with a man’s wife being fucked by another superior man.”
Mike ripped off the condom and she continued her explanation, “It includes her getting pregnant. Then the husband has to raise the bastard child as his own.”
“You can’t be serious! This is just a fucking video. But pregnancy is forever.” It wasn’t even worth having a real dick to have my wife impregnated by another man.
“Don’t do it. Mike, stop!”
He didn’t listen. With one push he started Dot swinging and her pussy pendulummed back on his cock a little more with each swing. It was too late! With the condom on the floor his cock was in my wife. I was a cuckold in front of hundreds of thousands, maybe more.
They fucked for a long time, her swinging back and forth directly above my face. Until on some prearranged signal Mike ripped off my mask while Dotty removed hers. If any of those million people recognized either of us our identities would be revealed.
Maeve leaned down and took a generous bite of my ballsack, hanging on tortuously as Mike pushed her.
Mike pounded harder, stretching my nuts painfully, reminding me with every forceful yank that he was plowing her just as hard.
I felt Dotty fumbling with my pump, taking it off as part of the reveal.
With two loud grunts, Mike jetted his usual large load of cum deep into my wife’s unprotected womb and all I could do was watch helplessly as his balls contracted.
There with both our faces unveiled it seemed that none of his spoo dripped onto me, it stayed inside, doing its permanent damage. Nothing had been permanent up till now.
Mistress Maeve lifted my erection straight up while she called out loudly, “Six and one half inches. A real cock!
Cucky, how do you feel about all that?”
What could I say? Maybe a million people would see this. My real cock didn’t matter in the slightest.
My heart was ripped out, “i am a cuckold! and I hate it. i would trade it all if your precious eggs had not been seeded by this superior cocked man.”
“Do you really mean it, Kip? Would you really trade your bigger than average cock to undo all this?”
“i do. i do. but it’s too late.”
With my ruination complete she stopped all four cameras.
Her face came close to mine, “But, Kip, it’s not too late. Mike is hardly superior to you. Neither as measured by inches nor personality. He’s even unemplyed. And unknown to you he is wearing a European condom that only covers the head, but nevertheless, blocks all sperm from entering me. Not a drop of his wetness mingled with mine, it’s as if I was only fucked by a latex dildo.”
She kissed me tenderly, “You have not been cuckolded at all.”
Mike left for good while Dotty untied me. The ordeal was over and we survived.
The next day she came to me, “Kip, I made two videos. The first has all the most damning edits, makes you look like the wimpyest cuck ever, shows your face, and will hit the million fan mark if we post it. You do remember that we weren’t streaming live?
The second one has all the most flattering, best edits, and shows you gaining confidence and inches, and hides your identity, but it will fade into obscurity.”
She let that hang in the air, “You choose.”
“And the money?”
The stamp was only $500 dollars. I banked all the money for your surgery if it came to that. Every cent. I don’t care about cars and houses. But as it turns out, we don’t need the surgery. So if you want to post the less lucrative video, or none at all, go ahead.”
“And what did you get out of it?”
“I never cared about the cars or the house. The games were fun and all, but I wanted you to be confident no matter what. You just had to work through some things. You know, I never cared about your size. That was all you.”
I went to the computer which was waiting with both videos, then posted the one of my choice with the uncertain push of a button.
Seeing my choice she asked, “So what should we do with all the money?”
I teased, “How about we fund a high budget channel where a conniving wife gets punished. Only, the fans don’t need to know she’s really an Angel?”
She smiled wickedly, “Will you punish me with your big manly cock?”
“I’ll punish every one of your holes every way I can with my normally big cock.” She squealed in laughter and took off while I playfully chased my lovely naked and normal wife around the very normal house planning to do very normal things to her when I caught her.
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