Three Inches of Regret, Nine Inches of Real Man
A Fictional Story by FriendsWithoutBenefits.
Bianca circled him slowly, wearing nothing but a black lace bra and a predatory smile. The riding crop in her hand tapped lightly against her thigh. She stopped in front of him and looked down at his pathetic little nub, then let out a soft, withering laugh.
“I’ve honestly seen clits bigger than that,” she said. “And yours isn’t even hard yet. Are you nervous, baby?”
Owen swallowed. “A little.”
“You wanted this,” she reminded him. Her voice dropped, silky and cruel. “You begged me for months to cuck you with a real man. You told me your little dick could never satisfy me. You wanted me to humiliate you while someone with an actual cock fucks me raw. Did you change your mind?”
“No,” he whispered. “I want it. Please.”
Bianca stepped closer, cupped his chin, and made him meet her eyes. “Then say it like you mean it.”
“I want you to fuck a real man with a real cock,” Owen said, his voice trembling. “Mine is worthless. My little nub can’t please anyone. Please let me watch while he fills your pussy. Please humiliate me.”
“Good boy.” She patted his cheek, then let her hand drift down. Her fingers found his minuscule erection, and she pinched the head between two fingers, making him gasp. “This? This isn’t a cock. It’s a clit. A sad, leaky little clit. And tonight it’s going to stay useless while a real man stretches me open.”
A knock came from the front door.
Bianca’s smile widened. “That’s Knox. Answer it, Owen. Let him see exactly what kind of man I come home to.”
Owen’s face burned, but he obeyed. Naked, his tiny dick bobbing with every step, he walked to the door and opened it.
Knox was everything Owen wasn’t. Tall, broad, with a jaw that could cut glass and arms like tree trunks. He wore gray sweatpants that did absolutely nothing to hide the heavy bulge swinging against his thigh. He looked Owen up and down, then smirked.
“So you’re the little cuck.” Knox’s voice was deep and amused. He reached out and flicked Owen’s tiny shaft with his finger, making it bounce uselessly. “Damn. Bianca wasn’t kidding. I’ve got a thumb thicker than this.”
Owen’s face went red. “She—she likes it when you— I mean, I like it when you say that.”
“Yeah?” Knox stepped inside, shutting the door behind him. “Then you’re gonna love tonight, little man. Come on. Let’s go show your wife what a real cock looks like.”
They found Bianca in the bedroom, already on the bed with her legs spread. Her black lace panties were gone, revealing a slick, pink pussy that glistened under the low lamplight. She propped herself up on her elbows and raised an eyebrow.
“Took you long enough,” she said. “I’m already wet just thinking about being fucked properly. Owen, come here. On your knees beside the bed. You don’t get to touch anything except yourself—and only when I tell you.”
Owen knelt at the edge of the mattress, his tiny dick twitching. A bead of pre-cum leaked from the tip. He was so hard it hurt, but his erection remained laughably small.
Knox peeled off his sweatpants and boxer briefs in one motion. His cock sprang free, thick and heavy, uncut, already half-hard and still longer than Owen could ever hope to be. He wrapped a hand around it and stroked himself to full hardness—nine inches, maybe nine and a half, with veins running along the shaft and a fat, flushed head.
Bianca licked her lips. “Fuck, that’s a real cock. Owen, look at it. Compare it to that little thing between your legs.”
Owen looked. His own dick was a fleshy stub, barely three inches even now, thin and curved slightly to the left. Knox’s monster dwarfed it completely.
“It’s—it’s huge,” Owen stammered. “Like four times mine.”
“Four times?” Bianca laughed. “Try five. Your little clit isn’t even in the same species. Knox could beat me to death with that thing. You could barely tickle my thigh.”
Knox chuckled and slapped his heavy cock against Bianca’s stomach, leaving a smear of pre-cum on her skin. “Tell your husband what you want me to do, baby.”
Bianca looked straight at Owen. “I want Knox to fuck my mouth first. And you’re going to watch every inch. You’re going to see how much of him I can take, and then you’re going to remember that when I try to suck your little nub, it barely reaches the back of my tongue.”
She turned to Knox, opened her mouth, and took him in.
Owen’s own cock pulsed as he watched his wife’s lips stretch around Knox’s girth. She moaned, saliva dripping down her chin, and began bobbing her head. Knox’s hand tangled in her hair, guiding her deeper. She gagged once, then pushed past it, taking him until her nose pressed against his pubic bone.
“Fuck, that’s a good throat,” Knox grunted. He pulled out with a wet pop, slapping his cock across her cheeks. “Your little cuck’s never throat-fucked you like that, has he?”
Bianca laughed breathlessly. “Owen can barely stay hard long enough to get his pants off. He cums if I so much as breathe on his little nub. The only thing he’s ever throat-fucked is his own fist.”
Owen whimpered, his tiny cock twitching. A thin stream of pre-cum leaked onto the floor.
“Aw, is the little cuck leaking already?” Bianca cooed. “Look at you. You’re not even inside anyone, and you’re about to cum. That’s so pathetic.”
“I’m sorry,” Owen whispered. “It’s just—watching you with him—it’s so hot.”
“Then you’re going to love this next part.” Bianca crawled onto the bed and got on all fours, arching her back. “Knox, fuck me. Raw. I want to feel every inch of that real cock splitting me open. Owen, you stay right there and watch. Don’t touch that little nub or I’ll tie it in a knot.”
Knox knelt behind her and guided the head of his cock to her dripping entrance. He rubbed it through her folds, teasing, then pushed inside with one slow, brutal thrust.
Bianca screamed.
Owen’s heart kicked into overdrive as he watched his wife’s pussy stretch around Knox’s massive shaft. Her inner lips clung to him, wet and swollen. Knox pulled back and slammed in again, harder this time, and Bianca’s whole body jerked forward.
“Oh fuck—yes! God, yes, that’s so fucking deep!” she cried.
Knox grabbed her hips and began to pound her. The sound of slapping flesh filled the room, mixed with Bianca’s incoherent moans and Knox’s low grunts. Owen knelt transfixed, his useless little dick bobbing with every thrust, leaking onto the floor.
“Look at him,” Bianca gasped, turning her head to see Owen. “Look at the little cuck, getting hard from watching his wife take a real cock. You love it, don’t you? You love seeing how a real man fucks me.”
“Yes!” Owen blurted. “I love it! I love watching you get fucked by a real cock!”
“Then tell me how small you are,” Bianca demanded, her voice breaking on a moan as Knox hit something deep inside her. “Tell Knox how small your little dick is.”
Owen swallowed. “It’s—it’s maybe three inches on a good day. Most days it’s barely two. It’s thin, and it curves, and I cum in like thirty seconds.”
“Thirty seconds?” Knox laughed, not slowing his pace. “Fuck, little man. You might as well not even have a cock. What’s the point of that little thing?”
“There’s no point,” Owen admitted, his face burning. “It’s useless. It’s just a pathetic little clit. Bianca deserves a real man.”
“Damn right she does,” Knox growled, and he picked up the pace, slamming into Bianca so hard the headboard cracked against the wall.
Bianca’s moans turned into high, keening cries. “Oh god—oh fuck—I’m gonna cum—Knox, don’t stop—make me cum on that big, real cock!”
She came with a wail, her whole body convulsing, her pussy tightening around Knox’s shaft. Knox kept fucking her through it, drawing out her orgasm until she collapsed forward onto the mattress, panting.
Owen watched, his tiny cock twitching uncontrollably. A thin stream of pre-cum dripped from the tip. He was so close, but Bianca hadn’t permitted him.
Knox pulled out and stroked his slick cock, looking down at Owen. “You wanna clean your wife’s pussy, little cuck? Taste what a real man did to her?”
Owen’s whole body went hot. He looked at Bianca, who was still catching her breath but managed a lazy nod.
“Go on,” she said. “Lick it up. Every drop of my cum and Knox’s pre-cum. Show me how grateful you are that he fucked me better than you ever could.”
Owen crawled onto the bed between Bianca’s legs. Her pussy was red and swollen, stretched open, glistening with her own juices and a smear of Knox’s pre-cum. He leaned in and dragged his tongue through her folds.
She tasted different—salty, musky, alive. He lapped at her clit, then pushed his tongue inside her, chasing the taste of Knox’s cock. Bianca moaned, grabbing his hair.
“God, that’s so fucking degrading,” she said, her voice thick with pleasure. “My husband, licking another man’s pre-cum out of my pussy like a good little cuck. Keep going, Owen. Make me cum again with that mouth since your little nub can’t do it.”
Owen obeyed. He ate her pussy with desperate hunger, tongue and lips working her swollen clit while his tiny erection bobbed uselessly beneath him. Bianca’s breathing quickened again.
Knox stood beside the bed, stroking his cock. “You gonna let the little cuck finish you off with his mouth while I cum on your tits?”
“Yes,” Bianca gasped. “Fuck yes. Knox, cum on my tits. Owen, keep licking.”
Knox climbed onto the bed, straddling Owen’s back while Owen continued to eat Bianca’s pussy. It was degrading—Owen felt the heat of Knox’s body looming over him, the weight of his balls against his shoulder blades. A moment later, hot ropes of cum splattered across Bianca’s chest and neck.
She moaned at the feeling, arching into it. “Oh fuck, yes—cover me, Knox—mark me with a real man’s cum!”
Owen licked harder, and Bianca’s second orgasm hit with a sharp cry. She bucked against his face, thighs clamping around his head, until she finally shoved him away.
“God,” she breathed. “That was incredible.”
Knox climbed off Owen, his cock softening but still impressively large. He looked down at the cuck, who was trembling on the bed, his tiny dick slick with his own pre-cum.
“You can touch yourself now, little man,” Bianca said, propping herself up on her elbows. “But I want you to look at Knox’s cock while you do it. And I want you to say out loud what a useless little cuck you are.”
Owen wrapped his hand around his tiny nub. It took almost no time—three strokes, maybe four—before his orgasm ripped through him. A weak, watery dribble of cum leaked onto his fingers, not even enough to cover his hand.
He looked up at Knox, at Bianca, his face flushed with shame and arousal. “I’m a useless little cuck,” he whispered. “My cock is too small to satisfy anyone. Knox is a real man. I’m just a pathetic little clit.”
Bianca smiled, warm now, the cruelty softening. “Good boy. That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.” She reached down and ruffled his hair. “Come here. Let’s get you cleaned up. Knox is staying for round two, and you’re going to watch every second.”
Owen crawled up beside her, his heart still hammering. His tiny cock had already gone soft, retreating into its patch of pubic hair. He had never felt so humiliated—and so utterly satisfied.
This was exactly what he needed. And he couldn’t wait for more.
—
Round two began almost immediately.
Knox hadn’t even fully softened before he was grinning down at Owen’s spent, shriveled little nub. “That’s it? That’s all you got? Shit, little man, I’ve pissed bigger loads than that.”
Bianca laughed, still sprawled across the rumpled sheets with Knox’s cum drying on her tits. “He’s always been a dribbler. Thirty seconds of frantic rubbing and then—poof. Done. The poor thing can’t even manage a proper rope.”
Owen’s face burned, but he couldn’t deny it. His semen had barely coated his fingertips—a thin, watery smear that already looked pathetic against his pale skin. Knox’s cum, by contrast, was still pooled in thick white streaks across Bianca’s chest, dripping down the curve of her breast.
“Lick that up, cuck,” Bianca said, gesturing at her chest. “Knox worked hard for that. The least you can do is clean up.”
Owen crawled forward, his flaccid little nub swinging uselessly between his legs. He lowered his head to Bianca’s chest and dragged his tongue through the cooling cum. It was thick and salty, so much more substantial than anything his own body could produce. He lapped at her nipple, sucking it clean, then moved to the next streak.
“Look at him,” Knox said, sitting back against the headboard and stroking his half-hard cock. “Husband of the year, cleaning another man’s jizz off his wife’s tits. You got yourself a real keeper there, Bianca.”
“He’s very well-trained,” Bianca agreed. “Aren’t you, Owen?”
“Yes,” Owen murmured against her skin. “I’m well-trained.”
“Now clean your own hand,” she ordered. “I don’t want cum on my sheets. You can use your mouth.”
Owen obediently raised his hand to his lips and licked his own watery ejaculate from his fingers. It was humiliating to be made to clean up his own sad little mess while Knox watched with amusement. But it also made his tiny shaft twitch with renewed interest.
Knox noticed. “Aw, look. It’s trying to get hard again.” He nodded toward Owen’s crotch, where the pathetic stub was indeed beginning to swell. “That’s adorable. Like watching a baby bird try to fly.”
Bianca propped herself up on her elbows, following Knox’s gaze. “Oh, it does that sometimes. He’ll stay hard for another hour, but it won’t matter. That little thing couldn’t satisfy a fleshlight, let alone a real woman.”
“You ever even been inside her?” Knox asked Owen directly. “Like, physically possible?”
Owen’s blush deepened. “A few times. She says—she says she can barely feel it.”
“That’s generous,” Bianca cut in. “Honestly, I’ve felt more sensation from a tampon. At least those have some girth. Owen’s little nub is like a finger that never grew past the first knuckle. All it does is poke around uselessly and then explode.”
Knox laughed, a deep, genuine sound that made Owen’s stomach clench. “God, that’s brutal. Here I am, stretching that pussy so wide she screams, and he can’t even reach her back wall. What’s the point of having a dick at all, little man?”
“There’s no point,” Owen said quietly. “That’s why I wanted this. I knew Bianca needed a real man. I could never give her what she needs.”
Bianca reached over and ruffled his hair again, but there was something dismissive in the gesture. “At least you’re self-aware. That’s more than most tiny-dicked men can manage. Most of them walk around pretending their little baby carrots are salamis.”
Knox’s cock had returned to full mast, thick and heavy against his thigh. Nine and a half inches of real manhood, still glistening with Bianca’s juices. Owen couldn’t stop staring at it. The sheer physicality of it—the weight, the thickness, the way it demanded space in the room—made his own erection feel like a joke.
“Like what you see, cuck?” Knox asked, noticing Owen’s gaze. He wrapped his hand around his shaft and gave it a slow, lazy stroke. “Want me to measure it against yours? Give you a visual reminder of how inadequate you are?”
“Yes,” Owen whispered before he could stop himself. “Please.”
Bianca’s eyes lit up. “Oh, this is going to be good. Owen, come here. Get on your knees in front of Knox. Let’s compare.”
Owen crawled across the bed, positioning himself between Knox’s spread legs. His own tiny shaft stood at attention—barely three inches, thin as a pinky finger, curving slightly to the left. Knox’s monster loomed above it, easily three times the length and four times the girth.
Bianca moved behind Owen, peering over his shoulder. “Look at them side by side. Knox’s cock is a weapon. Owen’s is a novelty item.”
Knox shifted forward, bringing the head of his cock close enough that it almost touched Owen’s. The contrast was devastating. Knox’s swollen, purple head was nearly as large as Owen’s entire erection. Pre-cum leaked from both tips, but where Owen’s was a thin, clear dribble, Knox’s was a thick, pearly fluid that dripped in heavy strands.
“Touch them together,” Bianca commanded. “I want to see them making contact. I want everyone to understand just how different they are.”
Owen reached out tentatively and guided his tiny shaft until it rested against Knox’s. The heat of the other man’s member was overwhelming. His own dick looked like a child’s toy pressed against a grown man’s thigh.
“Goddamn,” Knox breathed. “You could use that thing as a clitoris at this point. Like, medically. If you grew your hair out and put on a dress, nobody would question it.”
Bianca laughed and clapped her hands together. “He’s right! Owen, you basically have a clit. A sad, useless, leaky clit that can’t do anything except make a little mess. Are you even a man at that point?”
The question hung in the air, devastating and delicious. Owen’s whole body trembled. His cock—his pathetic, insignificant cock—was pressed against a real one, and the comparison made him want to disappear and celebrate simultaneously.
“No,” he finally admitted. “I’m not a real man. Not compared to Knox. I’m just a—just a little cuck with a tiny clit who gets off on watching his wife get properly fucked.”
Bianca’s smile softened, though it retained its cruel edge. “That’s right, baby. And that’s exactly what you’re going to be for the rest of the night. Knox is going to fuck me again, and you’re going to sit in that chair in the corner and watch. Every time I moan, every time I scream, every time he makes me cum—it’s because you couldn’t.”
Knox pulled back, his cock bobbing heavily. “Want me to do her doggy style again? Or should I bend her over the dresser so you can see everything from behind?”
“Dresser,” Owen said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I want to see everything.”
Bianca crawled off the bed, her body glistening with sweat and the remnants of her earlier orgasm. She positioned herself in front of the mirror above the dresser, bending forward until her palms rested flat on the wooden surface. Her pussy, still red and swollen, faced Owen directly.
Knox came up behind her, not bothering to guide his cock this time. He simply aligned himself and thrust forward, burying his entire length inside her in one smooth motion.
Bianca cried out, her fingers scrabbling against the dresser. “Oh fuck—yes! God, yes, Knox! Stretch me open!”
Owen watched from his designated chair, his tiny erection jutting pathetically from his lap. He could see everything in the mirror—Bianca’s face contorted with pleasure, Knox’s muscular body slamming against her ass, the thick shaft disappearing into her pussy again and again.
“You see this?” Knox grunted, grabbing a handful of Bianca’s hair and pulling her head back. “You see how deep I am inside your wife? Feel that? That’s what a real cock does. Your little nub could never reach this far.”
“It couldn’t reach anywhere,” Bianca gasped. “It’s just a—a little speck. A dust mote with a pulse. Fuck, Knox, keep going—don’t stop—”
Owen’s hand drifted to his own lap, but Bianca caught the movement in the mirror.
“No touching,” she snapped. “You had your turn. Now you sit there and watch like a good little cuck. You don’t get another orgasm until Knox says you’re allowed.”
“Yes, goddess,” Owen whispered, and the word slipped out without him meaning to.
Bianca’s eyes widened in the mirror, then narrowed with satisfaction. “Oh? Is that what I am now? Your goddess?”
“Yes,” Owen breathed. “You’ve always been my goddess. I just—I never said it before.”
“Then say it again,” she demanded, even as Knox continued to pound her against the dresser. “Say it while I’m getting fucked by a real man.”
“You’re my goddess. I worship you. I would do anything for you. I know my little clit can’t please you, so I’ll serve you however you need. I’ll clean your pussy after every man you bring home. I’ll lick their cum off your body. I’ll massage their cocks and prepare them for you. Just—please—let me serve.”
Knox let out a low whistle. “Damn, Bianca. You’ve got this one thoroughly broken.”
“Of course I do,” Bianca said, her voice shaking with pleasure. “He knows his place. And his place is beneath us. Literally and figuratively.”
Knox pulled out suddenly, leaving Bianca gasping and empty. “Get on the bed,” he ordered Owen. “On your back.”
Owen scrambled to obey, lying flat while his tiny erection pointed uselessly at the ceiling. Knox crawled over him, positioning his slick, massive cock directly above Owen’s face.
“Stick out your tongue,” Knox said. “You’re going to be my cock warmer while I fuck your wife. Every time I pull out of her, I’m going to feed you back in. Understand?”
Owen’s whole body went hot. He opened his mouth and extended his tongue, even as Bianca laughed from across the room.
“Oh, that’s perfect,” she said. “He’ll be covered in my pussy juice and Knox’s pre-cum. The little cuck gets to taste a real man’s cock without even being allowed to touch.”
Knox positioned himself over Owen’s face, the head of his cock resting on Owen’s tongue. The taste was overwhelming—salt, sweat, pussy, and something deeply masculine that made Owen’s head spin. Then Knox thrust forward, sliding into Owen’s mouth.
“Just hold it there,” Knox instructed. “Don’t move. Don’t suck. Just keep my cock warm while I decide what to do next.”
Owen lay frozen, his lips stretched around Knox’s massive girth, his jaw already aching. He could feel the veins pulsing against his tongue, could taste the faint trace of Bianca’s juices still coating the shaft. His own tiny erection twitched helplessly in the air.
Bianca appeared above him, looking down at the scene with undisguised glee. She reached down and flicked Owen’s exposed shaft.
“So hard,” she observed. “So pathetically hard from just having a real cock shoved in his mouth. You really are a closet twink, aren’t you, Owen? All this time pretending to be straight, and here you are, mouth full of another man’s meat.”
Owen tried to shake his head, but Knox’s grip on his hair held him still.
“Don’t lie,” Knox grunted. “I can feel you throbbing against my leg. You love this. You love having my cock in your mouth while your wife watches. Bet you’d thank me if I let you suck it for real.”
Bianca smirked. “Would you like that, Owen? Want Knox to face-fuck you while I sit on your face? The ultimate humiliation for a man with a tiny dick—being used as a human sex toy by a real man and a real woman at the same time.”
Owen’s response was muffled, but the desperate nod of his head said everything.
“Go ahead,” Bianca said to Knox. “Fuck his face. But don’t cum yet. I still need that cock inside me again.”
Knox pulled back and thrust forward, sliding deep into Owen’s throat. Owen gagged, tears streaming from his eyes, but he didn’t resist. Knox’s cock was enormous—each thrust felt like it was splitting him open from the inside—but the degradation of it only made his tiny nub harder.
“God, look at him,” Bianca breathed, watching her husband’s throat bulge with each intrusion. “He’s taking it like a pro. Maybe he should have been born with a pussy instead of that useless little nub. At least then he’d have a purpose.”
Knox pulled out with a wet pop, leaving Owen gasping and drooling. “Saved any energy, cuck? Your wife’s pussy isn’t going to eat itself.”
Owen knew what was coming next. He remained on his back while Bianca straddled his face, her swollen, well-fucked pussy descending onto his mouth. At the same time, Knox lined up behind her, his cock entering her from above.
Owen couldn’t see anything now—just the pink darkness of his wife’s folds pressed against his lips—but he could feel every movement through her body. He could feel Knox’s thrusts translating through her pelvis, feel the way her thighs trembled against his ears, taste the flood of fresh arousal as Knox worked her from behind.
“Both of you,” Bianca moaned, grinding down on Owen’s face. “Both of you, serving me. My cuck husband with his tongue, my bull with his cock. This is what I deserve. This is what a goddess deserves.”
Owen licked and sucked with desperate enthusiasm, his tongue probing as deep as it could while Knox’s massive member pounded inches above his nose. The sounds were indescribable—wet, primal, obscene—and his own neglected erection had begun to leak a thin trail of pre-cum onto his stomach.
“Don’t stop,” Bianca commanded, her voice rising. “Both of you, don’t stop—I’m so close—”
Knox increased his pace, slamming into her with enough force that Owen could feel the impact through her entire body. Bianca screamed, her thighs clamping around Owen’s head, her whole body convulsing as her third orgasm of the night ripped through her.
Owen kept licking, lapping up every drop of her release as Knox continued to thrust through her climax. Finally, Bianca slumped forward, her breathing ragged, and Knox pulled out with a satisfied grunt.
“Your turn again, cuck,” Knox said, rolling off the bed. “Gotta keep me clean for the next round.”
Owen crawled across the mattress, his body trembling with exhaustion and arousal. He took Knox’s cock in his mouth without being told, sucking gently at first, then with increasing enthusiasm as he cleaned away the mingled fluids that coated the massive shaft.
“Good boy,” Bianca murmured from where she lay sprawled. “That’s a good little cuck. Clean your bull’s cock. Make him nice and ready for the next time he fucks me.”
Knox’s hand rested on Owen’s head, not guiding, just resting there. Its weight was a reminder of who was in control. Owen suckled the tip, running his tongue along the ridge of Knox’s head, tasting the combination of pussy and pre-cum and something uniquely male.
“Fuck, he’s actually pretty good at this,” Knox admitted. “For a guy with a clit for a dick, he’s got a talented mouth.”
“He’s had lots of practice,” Bianca said, stretching lazily. “On dildos. I made him train his throat for years before he ever earned the right to taste a real man.”
Owen’s eyes widened, but he didn’t stop. The confession—that Bianca had been preparing him for this moment all along—only made him suck harder.
“That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard,” Knox groaned. “You’ve been training this little cuck to serve real men his whole marriage?”
“Every night,” Bianca confirmed. “Sometimes twice a night. He’s swallowed more silicone than a sex shop dumpster.”
Knox’s hips began to move, shallow thrusts that pushed his cock deeper into Owen’s throat. “Then let’s see what all that training accomplished. I want to feel your nose against my pubes, little man. Swallow every inch.”
Owen relaxed his jaw and pushed forward, taking Knox to the root. The thick bush pressed against his nostrils, filling his senses with musk and sweat. He held himself there, not breathing, his eyes watering, while Knox grunted his approval.
“Goddamn. That’s some professional throat, right there. Your wife must be so proud.”
“I am,” Bianca said lazily. “Now pull out and let him breathe. I want him conscious for what comes next.”
Knox withdrew, his cock glistening with Owen’s saliva. Owen gasped for air, his chest heaving, his tiny dick still somehow tenting against his stomach.
“What comes next?” Owen asked, his voice hoarse.
Bianca smiled. “Round three, obviously. But this time, you’re not watching. You’re participating.”
Owen’s heart thudded. “How?”
She crawled toward him, still flushed and glistening, and pushed a slick finger against his lips. He sucked it immediately, tasting her.
“You’re going to be our little helper,” she said. “Knox is going to fuck me missionary. You’re going to lick my clit while he does it. And if you do a good job”—she paused, tracing her wet finger down his chest to his aching nub—”maybe, just maybe, we’ll let you cum again.”
Owen whimpered. “Yes. Please. Whatever you want.”
“That’s the spirit,” Bianca said. She shifted onto her back, spreading her legs wide. “Knox, get on top of me. Owen, get between my legs. Let’s show this pathetic little clit what real pleasure looks like.”
Knox positioned himself over Bianca, his massive frame eclipsing hers. He entered her slowly, letting them both feel every inch of penetration. Owen wedged himself between their bodies, his face level with the junction where their bodies met.
He could see everything. Knox’s thick shaft sliding into Bianca’s wet heat, her lips stretching around his girth, her clit swollen and begging for attention. As soon as Knox began to move, Owen leaned in and wrapped his lips around her clit.
Bianca gasped, her hips bucking. “Oh fuck—both of you—that’s so much—”
Knox picked up his pace, pounding into her with deep, powerful strokes. Owen matched his rhythm, sucking and flicking his tongue in time with each thrust. The taste was incredible—Bianca’s arousal mixed with the faint tang of Knox’s skin every time he bottomed out.
“Tell him, Bianca,” Knox grunted between thrusts. “Tell him how much better this is than what he could give you.”
Bianca’s voice was breathy, broken. “It’s so much better. Owen’s little nub—could never—fuck, Knox, don’t stop—”
“Tell him he’s useless,” Knox demanded. “Tell him why he’ll never be enough.”
Bianca’s eyes found Owen’s over the heaving expanse of their joined bodies. “Because your cock is microscopic. Because you cum in thirty seconds. Because—oh god—because you can’t—fuck—can’t even find my clit without a map—”
Owen’s face burned, but he didn’t stop licking. The humiliation only made him more eager.
“Because you’re not a real man,” Bianca continued, her voice rising. “You’re a cuckold. A cuckold with a child-sized penis who gets hard watching his wife take real cock—”
“Louder,” Knox grunted. “I want the neighbors to hear.”
Bianca obliged. “MY HUSBAND HAS A TINY DICK!” she screamed, her orgasm building. “HIS COCK IS USELESS! HE’S NOTHING BUT A PATHETIC LITTLE CUCKOLD, AND I LOVE HIM FOR IT!”
That last part caught Owen off guard, but there was no time to process it because Bianca was coming, screaming, her whole body locking up as Knox drove into her one final time and held himself deep, his own release overtaking him.
Owen felt Knox’s cock pulse inside Bianca, felt the thick flood of real cum filling his wife’s pussy. He kept licking, lapping at her clit as she rode out the waves of pleasure, while Knox’s hot seed leaked out around his shaft and dripped onto Owen’s chin.
When it was over, the three of them lay in a tangled heap—Bianca in the middle, Knox on one side, Owen on the other. The room smelled of sex and sweat and cum. Owen’s erection had finally softened, having been ignored entirely during its owner’s service.
Bianca turned to face him, her eyes soft despite everything. “You did so well tonight, Owen. I’m proud of you.”
Owen’s throat tightened. “I love you.”
She smiled. “I know. And tomorrow, we’ll do it all again.”
Knox stretched, his arm falling possessively across Bianca’s waist. “I’m not going anywhere. You two are the most fun I’ve had in years.”
Bianca laughed and kissed Knox’s shoulder, then leaned over to plant a gentle kiss on Owen’s forehead. “Then it’s settled. Same time tomorrow, boys. And Owen?”
“Yes?”
“Don’t bother getting dressed. The cuck stays naked from now on. That little nub shouldn’t be hidden away. It should be on display, so everyone can see exactly what I married.”
Owen swallowed, his tiny spent cock twitching one last time beneath the sheets. “Yes, goddess.”
Bianca’s smile widened. “Good boy.”
The three of them settled into the warm darkness, and Owen lay awake long after the others drifted off, his mind already racing with possibilities for tomorrow. The humiliation was complete. The cuckolding was real. And his tiny dick had never been more useless—or more achingly, desperately hard.
This was his life now. And he wouldn’t trade it for anything.
The End.
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