Cuck King - EP. 1 - Introdcution

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The night started like any other. Well, any other, for me, I suppose. They always seem so dark, but for these particular people, it's a… well, it's a changing point for them.

Something that's either been convinced by one or the other, or it's something they want to try, something that they haven't done yet. And that's fine with me, because I can help. Now granted, on some occasions in my early career, I suppose, I was called a unicorn.

But these days I have moved on to a different title. One with two horns this time. A bull.

For the uninitiated, let me explain. There are some in this world who want to either share their wives, or simply watch their wife taking, well, me, I suppose. And I'm happy to oblige.

For a price, of course. Now in the beginning, it was a party favor, you know. Something that could be done, being like, hey, Saturday's open, so is my wife.

And for the first time or two, it was different. The interchange of emasculinity of it was intoxicating. Seeing that man over there in the corner, being purposefully helpless, while I gave his wife what she claims, and he claims also, he cannot fulfill.

Well, happy to oblige. Plus it fills my Friday and Saturday evenings pretty easily, and my pocketbook for that matter. So why not? Keeps me out of the bar scene, trying to pick up another woman, and explaining what I do for a living, while she glances at her third martini.

I'd rather just take the money and run. Besides, I have an audience, and one very willing, and soon to be very pleased woman beneath me. That's what's always shocked me, though I can understand it.

It's all about power play, you understand. With a husband, it's always him over there, helpless, what can he do? My God, look at him, that specimen of a man.

What can I do against such a man? And these are very important people, CEOs, sometimes politicians. They hold quite a bit of power, but there's something about it being stripped away from them that they absolutely adore.

And maybe it's easier to watch what their wife can do, can handle what they enjoy, than having to do it for themselves. Happy to oblige. Some men want to get involved, and that's a conversation for before, of course.

Some want to be emasculated during, humiliated, while I go to work. She mostly does it, but it's extra if I want to add something of my own. You understand, I'm not about to give insults.

I really don't, especially to one who's signing my paychecks. But if that's what the man wants, it's what the man gets. Some men are very encouraging to their wives, wanting them to excel in this way, and good for them.

Such encouragement can only be found in the strongest of marriages, I suppose. Even after their wife, their beloved, their married, their promised, whatever you want to call it, is covered, or sometimes filled, with me. They beg for it, and I love that.

They beg for me to coat them, to claim them, to make them mine, if only for that evening. At first, it's good to have repeat clientele. So let me tell you some tales, get you in the mood, see what a real man can do.