He had begun completely unwitting of his younger girlfriend’s straying away from him. He had never had sex with her himself–he hadn’t even tried, because he knew it wouldn’t have gone well if he had.
Ariana had never initiated a thing like that with him, and she didn’t seem to feel the slightest shred of lust towards him, ever. But, he kept money in her pockets, and that was the most important thing a woman could want, as far as Chuck was concerned.
Ariana’s great secret had finally come out when she brought the young black man home one evening. They were originally introduced to each other on amicable terms, as if they could have been a team of some kind, but Jackson swiftly turned that sour.
Perhaps they could have worked together, as he supposed they already did, but Jackson was cruel to Chuck and Ariana no less so… when he was around.
Chuck rubbed the fat of his face and made the great achievement of not bursting into tears as he heard two pairs of footsteps on the stairs before him. They came down rather slowly, her after him, and stepped into the light of the singular bulb hanging above Chuck’s head from the ceiling.
Thankfully, he was wearing shorts, but the full might of his toned upper half was bare, and he wore it proudly. Ariana was entirely naked, however, her great luscious tits and moderately thick ass on full and open display. This, Chuck was most grateful for–God knew he couldn’t strip her down on his own.
As the both of them stepped forward, surrounding Chuck on one side with her lingering at his left, Jackson flashed him a triumphant and toothy grin. His expression was one of blankness in response, but he didn’t think they expected anything more in particular.
“Good boy, staying out of the way,” Jackson said to him like he was some kind of dog. Chuck’s only reply was a slight nod of his fat head.
“I’m talking to you, whiteboy,” Jackson goaded him now, his arrogant smile flashing away. Chuck felt formless in his shame and angst, too weak to say a thing.
Whack! Ariana slapped him across the face, her polished nails slashing his cheek as she did.
“Answer him, bitch,” she said, annoyed. Chuck steadied himself and looked back to Jackson.
“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir,” he stammered, his intimidated nature becoming more and more apparent.
“Good,” Jackson answered darkly. “We’ve brought a… gift for you, if you’d like it. You’ve earned it, after all,” he continued, much to Chuck’s surprise.
His hand moved to give Ariana’s bare ass a smack before he said, “For being such a good boy while I fuck your girlfriend, and all.” That was more like the Jackson he knew.
His right hand found its way into the pocket of his shorts and fumbled about a bit until he unsheathed a pair of… used condoms. He held them out far away from himself, right over Chuck’s kneeling head. “See these?” he asked.
Chuck nodded yet again with a, “Yes, Sir.”
“I used these when I fucked your pretty little girlfriend earlier. Came right inside them. Now, they’re yours,” he said, just to mock him. “Go on, take them.”
Chuck took that as an order and snatched the two used condoms from Jackson’s waiting hand. The pit in his stomach only broadened; he hoped this would be the worst of it today, and it would all be over soon.
“But! We have very specific instructions for you to follow, Chuck.”
“Uh, yes, Sir,” he stammered yet again.
They were sticky and wet on his fingers, so he was wondering what exactly he was expected to do with used condoms as a gift.
“Empty them out… not in your mouth, but all over yourself,” Ariana commanded him, now. She looked oddly excited up there in all her gorgeous young blonde glory, her silvery curls waving about her shoulders in a prettily unkempt mess.
“Yes, Mistress,” Chuck said, wide-eyed, before he set one condom down on the cement floor beside his bare right knee and unfurled the other above his blubberous self. He turned it upside-down carefully, then squirted its creamy white contents down on himself like it was a yogurt pouch.
Both Ariana and Jackson laughed at him as soon as the first clump of load fell onto his stomach fat. He made sure to move it around so the cum leaked out all over, not just on one spot. There was much more cum in one of those condoms than he had ever considered could possibly come out of a cock.
“Yeah, rub all that shit on yourself,” Jackson mocked him, “Maybe some testerone will sink in and all that fat will turn into muscle.” This made Ariana flutter into a stream of laughter, all at Chuck’s expense.
He flashed her an ashamed look, which she only seemed to take more mirth in, and grabbed the second condom from the floor beside him. Thank God there were only two. The cum was hot on his flesh, giving him some relief from the unforgiving chill of the basement, which he was thankful for, as well.
The second one was hotter, most probably fresher, than the first. It came out easier, spilling all over Chuck’s blubber.
Once both condoms were entirely emptied, he did as he was told, rubbing Jackson’s cum into his fatty flesh, from breast all the way down to groin. Jackson and Ariana’s laughter seemed endless, loud enough to drown out a siren.
Finally, she let up on the laughter and said, “Now, you blubbery fucking whale, do you see why I’ll never fuck you?”
“Y-yes, Mistress,” Chuck stammered yet again, not expecting her to be so cruel in that moment. He looked down at his fat as it glistened with a fresh sheen of Jackson’s cum all over it and realized that he really did look like a whale.
With another giggle, she continued, “Good. This is a real man,” as she squeezed Jackson’s left bicep in her little hand. “You’ll never amount to anything close to this.”
Her voice in regards to him was so lusty and wanting, and in regard to him so degrading and supreme.
She stopped feeling up his superior form for a moment and stared directly into her boyfriend’s eyes, without a grin or hint of laughter anymore. “Kiss his muscles to thank him for doing and being what you can’t.”
Chuck froze up for a moment, never having been made to do anything like this before, although he knew he had to do whatever it was she said. He shifted up from his knees and was astounded they weren’t broken.
Without standing up completely straight, he puckered his lips far from their normal state and kissed Jackson right where he pointed: his abdomen, right above his pelvis. It was rock hard to the touch of his fat lips, just as the rest of him must have been.
Kiss after loveless kiss followed as he made a trail up his abs to each of his bulging biceps. When it had been done, Jackson shoved him back to his knees by his shoulders, not bothering with commanding words anymore.
Chuck grunted as he fell, totally disgraced, and Ariana only laughed at him again. All he could smell was his masculinity and her feminine wetness, and he knew that he was inferior–just a stinking, fat, bloated creature made for little more than making money and following orders.
The memory faded away from Chuck’s mind as soon as it had come. Perhaps being the court fool at the Cuckold Camp would prove a step ahead in the erotic world for someone as miserable as him, though he still wasn’t entirely sure what that would entail.
He presumed he’d find out on the dawning of the coming day. For now, he just sat in his naked shame, just as he had before. At least he wasn’t covered in his girlfriend’s lover’s cum this time.
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