Cuckold Camp Ch. 04

Chapter Four

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The Upgrade

Finn had been staring at the darkness of his closet-sized “bedroom”, if one could even call it that, from the mattress that laid directly on the floor. All he had was one sheet and one pillow, the barest possible means of sleeping. There wasn’t even a window in the room. He hoped the cucks in the surrounding rooms were given even less. It was their fault for letting this happen without a fight.

In his frustrated resentment, he picked up the plastic water bottle Fiona had given him after their little session and threw it at the far wall to his right. It smashed into it with a noise made loud by the surrounding silence and then fell to the floor. He then quickly turned around in his sheet to face the wall just to his left.

Several moments later, he heard his door creak open. “Dude, what the fuck?” he heard a deeper voice than his own say. Finn turned back around to see Mason standing there in the doorway, silhouetted by the hallway light which no one bothered to turn off when they left them all there in their closet-rooms. At least his nakedness was also exposed; all of their clothes had been confiscated, except the sissy, who was given back hers at the end of the day for whatever reason.

Finn felt a tinge of jealousy at the fact that even Mason’s cock was at least an inch longer than his own, which fell into a soft little nub but spurted up a couple inches at the slightest arousal.

“Can’t sleep either, huh? That’s good,” Finn said to him.

“Dude, you don’t have to be an asshole about it,” Mason replied. “We’re all in the same situation.”

“Whatever,” Finn spat back at him. A silent moment lingered between them.

“Look, if neither of us can sleep, let’s just go walk around or something,” Mason suggested, apparently not catching on to the fact that Finn was fucking pissed off.

They just looked at each other for another long silence.

“Fine,” Finn said. Another awkward silence.

“Get up, dude,” Mason prompted him. With all the slowness of his shame, he sat up and pushed his sheet off below his naked body. At least he was more toned than this Mason cuck, built without any form.

He approached him fast and he let him through the doorway. Before long they were walking side by side down the short hallway, large enough just to contain their tiny lodgings.

Finn’s eyes couldn’t help but dart between his own body and that of his fellow cuckold, mostly looking at their cocks. Despite the fact that both of them were relatively masculine and muscular, their dicks were undeniably pathetic. While both of them were soft, neither of them even really hung past their balls but just dangled with their steps above them like little inchworms.

It occurred to him genuinely for the first time that what all these snowbunnies were always saying was true.

“You know, I actually think this whole thing is a little fucked up,” Mason said, cutting through Finn’s thoughts of inferiority.

He opened the door at the end of the hall and they stepped into the darkness of the second floor where they were kept. “I mean, I don’t get why a girl would even want to fuck a black guy. They’re all fucking retarded.”

“What the fuck, bro?” Finn asked, turning to look at his face. He was just solidly looking forward as the light from behind them faded and another towards them illuminated them slowly.

“It’s true. Look at the statistics,” Mason said, the words falling from his lips like rocks.

“I don’t know about all that,” Finn said cooly.

“Well, I just don’t see what it is that he has that I don’t. Natasha’s black guy, I mean,” Mason continued to explain. Finn almost laughed.

“Just look down,” he said.

“At least it’s bigger than yours,” Mason retorted. Finn fell silent.

They walked towards the light past a spiraling upwards staircase into a large room with lilac walls. Matty was in there, wearing her red dress patterned with black flowers, pacing the floors and mumbling to herself beneath the light of the moon shining through the high windows.

“What the hell?” Finn said quietly. Both him and Mason stopped in their tracks to observe whatever she was doing.

She kept mumbling something in the encompassing silence, “Mommy, Mommy, Mommy, Mommy…” on and on and on. She seemed entirely ambivalent to their sudden presence in the room, as if nothing else even existed.

Finn walked up to her, and she didn’t even look at him. “Yo, what the fuck are you doing in here?” he asked her.

Matty stopped moving but continued to mumble. “Mommy left me here. I-I hope she’s having a good time…”

“You know all our girlfriends left us here, right?” Finn said. Matty always seemed to live in her own little world, closed off from the rest of them; all except Eleanor, and her bull when she had to. Matty just looked at the floor in that moment, her widened eyes beginning to squint as if she was falling out of an entranced vision.

Then, she turned around, slowly stepped away to the far wall, and got down on her knees in front of it, just staring into its nothingness.

“Hey, man,” Mason said, turning to lean closer to Finn, “Let’s try to escape. They’re not awake. They can’t get us.” His whisper was cold and irreverent.

“I think it’s that way,” Finn whispered back, gesturing behind him. “Matty’s not looking. Let’s get out of here.” The two whiteboys turned around and stepped towards a staircase-corridor, quietly descending each step with great timidity despite their former boldness. Finn was scared–something wasn’t right.

When they finally reached the bottom of the staircase, they heard a resounding snap of a pair of fingers. Looking to their right, they saw none other than Goddess Fiona lounging across the couch, an energy drink can in her hand and a devious grin on her round face.

Her fiery red hair fell in gorgeous curls around her thick, lined neck, but the most beautiful part was that her massive tits fell loose on her chest, completely exposed to their perverted gaze. Her areolas were the size of pancakes, and each of her tits bigger than either one of their heads.

“Oh, hello, boys,” she said calmly, as if she had expected them. “I hope you weren’t thinking about escaping. That would be very bad, indeed,” she continued, her tone growing more and more mocking.

“Oh, no, I promise we weren’t trying to escape…” Mason stammered nervously. Fiona gave him a dark blue glare, mirth behind the disdain, as he continued, “We were just, uh… We just couldn’t sleep, is all.”

“Tell me the truth, beta boy,” Fiona replied instantly, her words like the crack of a whip. Finn felt the pull of her, this pretty pale snow queen in all her voluptuousness, and approached her only to drop to his knees.

“Goddess Fiona, I have to confess. We were going to escape, actually… but it was his idea!” Finn admitted, pointing behind him at Mason. Fiona’s glare shifted to an even darker smile.

“Thank you for your honesty, beta whiteboy,” Fiona said before she extended her bare foot up to Finn’s pathetic little face. “Kiss my soles as a reward.” Finn hesitantly leaned up to meet his lips upon the bottom of Fiona’s little foot, kissing it, then kissing it some more.

There was a modicum of dirt on it from the floor, but he felt compelled to follow orders regardless of how gross it might have been. The shame within his heart grew heavier as he planted kiss after kiss on the big snow queen’s foot.

“Come on, man…” Mason whined, approaching Finn as he submitted. “You didn’t have to say that.”

“Don’t act so tough around me, little bitch,” Fiona snapped at Mason, her huge titties heaving upwards as she looked at him. “I saw how that black queen threw you down and chokeslammed you. You’re just a little beta. Act like it.” The fat snowbunny was merciless.

Finn looked to his side at Mason as he continued kissing the dirt off her sole. He was red with embarrassment and anger, to no surprise.

“No,” Mason said, almost sputtering at this point, “I’m going to get my girlfriend back.” As he turned away towards the front door, Fiona let her foot down and dashed up and over to Mason, grabbing him by the tufts of his short black hair and pulling his head down close to her, as she was a good deal shorter than him.

The relentless snow queen whispered hard into his ear, “You’re never getting your girlfriend back, loser.” Then, she turned his body to face hers, and drove her knee into his bare and open balls, all while still holding her energy drink can.

Mason fell to his knees before her with a squeal of pain. Fiona laughed, low and cute to Finn’s ears. He was beginning to really like her, in spite of his horror at her words. Would he ever get his girlfriend back? The insecurity was burning in his chest.

Mason looked up into Finn’s eyes, now level with each other on their knees. The look was so sad it was heartrending. Fiona only continued, her vocal-fried voice much louder this time, “You two are by far the cutest whiteboys we received. Such a shame you would try to escape us. Thankfully, I’m a goddamned insomniac, so that isn’t happening any time soon.”

Finn looked up at her now; her fat tits fell low onto her big protruding belly, outdoing even that, the points of her big nipples pointing out above it. She stood so powerfully there, like it was meant to be in some dark way. He knew he had no choice but to obey this girl, in some surreal sense.

“To make matters clearer for both of you, I’m going to have to demand that you follow me to the dungeon,” she continued before gulping down another slurp of her energy drink. Fiona then turned toward the basement doorway, pushing it open. “Come on, betas,” she called with an air of derision about her voice.

Finn looked back at Mason again, nodding his head. “Let’s go, dude. We have to listen to her,” he said, barely believing the words himself as they left his mouth. Mason scoffed and rolled his eyes, but to Finn, seeing him down on his hands and knees with him just made them both look like tamed animals.

They had been defeated already, and it was only a matter of time until their defeat would settle into his companion. As soon as Mason began crawling towards the staircase, Finn turned around and did the same. He didn’t want to be alone for whatever was in store.