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Into the Lions Den
Nick was waiting for us on his porch, still drinking my beer with a self-satisfied smile on his punk ass face. He casually led us into his house, which was similar in design to ours, but it was immediately obvious that a bachelor and his teenage son lived here. The front room had a huge TV on one wall and some smaller TVs on another wall. In the center of the room was a pool table. There was a tan couch under the front windows which were covered with cheap paper blinds.
“So, you’ve decided you are a libtard cuck then?” Nick said as he closed the door behind us.
“Yes, I’m a libtard cuck. Can you please sign the contract now?”
“Prove it. Ask me to fuck your wife with my MAGA cock.”
“It doesn’t exactly work like that. Maybe you should read the contract. Kim only has sex with one donor a day and she’s already had sex with one of them today.”
“Is that true Mrs. Conlon? Did you have sex already today?”
“Yes, it’s true.”
“Ok. Give me one of those beers and I’ll start reading.”
We watched as this juvenile delinquent tried to comprehend a contract while chugging beers. It was an uncomfortable thirty minutes before he was halfway through the contract, having asked multiple questions. I was personally surprised he knew how to read.
He looked up from the contract and said “It says here that Mrs. Conlon can have sex with anyone she wants if they wear a condom. Good news. I’ve got condoms.”
“Nick, I am still sore from earlier. I’m going to need time to recover before I have sex again.”
“I guess there will be plenty of time for that in the next couple of months,” Nick said as he turned back to the contract.
A little while later, he looked up and said. “It doesn’t look like you guys can just add me as a donor. The other donors need to vote too.”
“Yes, that will be necessary,” I said.
“Well, let’s do it,” Nick pronounced.
“Now? I think you should sign the contract first. Then we’ll bother the other donors.”
“There’ll be no need to sign the contract if I don’t get the votes.”
This threw a wrench in our plans. I needed to somehow get Tyler to understand that the plans had changed without tipping Nick off to our plans. With a normal person this could be done subtly, but Tyler is far too daft for subtlety.
As I was dialing Tyler, Nick said “Put them on speaker. I want to introduce myself before they vote.”
“Hey Joshy,” Tyler answered cheerfully.
“Hi Tyler. I’m sitting here with Nick, our neighbor who we want to become a donor.”
“Hi Tyler,” Nick chimed in.
“Howdy Nick.”
“Anyway,” I said taking back control of the conversation. “Nick wants us to take a vote before he’ll sign the contract. So, we just need you to vote yes right now, and we can get this contract signed.”
“I wanted to introduce myself too. As Mr. Conlon said, I’m their neighbor. I’m not sure if the Conlons told you why they want me to sign the contract, but last night I heard Mrs. Conlon in distress through an open window from my porch. When I went over there, it sounded like a rape might be happening inside the house. So, I grabbed a ladder to get a better look. It turned out it was just some role-playing thing. Now, they’re afraid I’m going to tell everyone about Mrs. Conlon being a MAGA slut and Mr. Conlon being a libtard cuck.”
Tyler caused Nick to pause his speech as he laughed loudly over the speaker.
“As for me, I’m a total MAGA fanatic. I’ve been to seven Trump rallies and own more Trump gear than anyone I know. I’m also a two-time state wrestling champion and headed to WVU in the fall for a full ride scholarship. If you vote for me, I figure Mrs. Conlon will be getting as much MAGA cock as she needs.”
“Well, if that don’t beat all. Y’all had me believing y’all had a fox in the henhouse, but y’all found a genuine MAGA stud to add to the corral instead. I’m voting yes on this whippersnapper. Welcome to the stallions.”
I was so happy that Tyler picked up on the change in plan and voted yes. Marco’s call went just as well and we had the kid fooled, but once again the punk proved to be a complete asshole.
“Will you sign the contract, so we can go home now?” Kim asked in an exasperated voice.
“You’re going to be a MAGA slut for me, right?”
“Yes, I already told you that.”
“Show me.”
“I’m too sore to have sex tonight. I wasn’t lying about that.”
“The contract says fellatio can be done without a condom. I would like my MAGA slut to suck my cock while her cuck husband helps.”
“After you sign the contract, you’ll get your chance to do nearly everything you want with me, but I’m not doing anything until you sign the contract, and I’m protected against exposure.”
“I understand what you’re saying, but I am not motivated to sign this thing until I know what I’m getting. To be honest, I’m not that worried about you. It’s hubby here. He’s had an attitude with me all night. Just look at him now, trying to stare me down.”
Kim looked at me where I was, in fact, staring daggers into this punk demanding a blowjob from my wife in exchange for his signature. If I thought I stood a chance in physical confrontation with him, I would already have punched him.
“Mr. Conlon will be much nicer on your nights. I’ll make sure of it.”
“I wish I could believe you, but I think the libtard has an attitude problem about me. I need to see proof that he can be an obedient cuck for me.”
Kim looked at me expectantly. She wanted me to convince this kid that I would be a good cuck for him. I swallowed my pride, lowered my eyes to the floor, hunched my shoulder slightly and in as contrite a voice as I could muster said “I can be a good libtard cuck.”
“See, that’s a little better. Let’s test him. Tell your wife to kiss me.”
I looked up to see panic in Kim’s eyes as she looked from him to me. I tried my best to show no emotion. I wanted to pass this test without anything sexual happening with this punk. Once he signed that damned contract, we would be out of this mess.
“Kim, please kiss Nick.”
“No, that didn’t sound right. I want you to call me Mr. Fuller from now on and I’ll call you cuck.”
This fucking kid was getting on my last nerve, but we were so close to the finish line I had to continue to swallow my pride.
“Kim, please kiss Mr. Fuller”
With one last look toward me, Kim stepped forward, slipped into his arms and initiated a kiss that started tentatively, but quickly escalated. Kim’s hands remained around his waist while his hands explored Kim’s ass and breasts. The kiss lasted for over a minute before he finally released my wife. Her face looked flushed as she looked back at me for approval.
“Don’t look at your cuck, slut. You’re a MAGA slut. You should be looking at me. Let’s try that again.”
With that, he pulled Kim in for another kiss. This one was instantly a deep kiss with their tongues dancing in each other’s mouths. Nick was pulling her into his crotch as they made out. When the kiss broke, she didn’t glance my way. She just looked up into his eyes.
“Good girl. Did you feel how hard you made me?”
“Yes, sir.”
He finally broke his gaze with my wife, turning his head toward me. Kim’s gaze remained on him as he had instructed. “Looks like the cuck liked what he saw too. He’s sporting a stiffy over there.”
Kim turned to me in shock. He was right. My cock was so hard that I felt it throbbing in my underwear. I had cum on Natalie’s face less than two hours ago and I was hard again already. Even at eighteen I could rarely get it up twice in a night and here I was at twenty-eight getting hard watching my wife make out with our obnoxious teenaged neighbor after cumming twice that day.
“Take off your shorts and show your wife how turned on you are, cuck.”
I wondered if this was the hill I wanted to die on. If I refused, he could claim I wasn’t being a good cuck as an excuse to not sign the contract and Kim would blame me if any of this ever got out. I decided at that moment that she was going to need to be the one to put a stop to this when it went too far. So, I lowered my shorts and underwear to the floor, leaving my erect cock sticking straight out from my torso.
“Whew. That’s like four inches. Is that as big as it gets?
“It’s five inches, Mr. Fuller.”
“No way that thing is five inches. Grab that tape measure over there and measure it.”
I couldn’t believe I was in an actual dick measuring contest with this punk. The tape measure was sitting on a cluttered end table next to the couch. I pulled it out and started to measure when Nick interrupted me.
“You don’t measure from the bottom, you moron. You measure from the top. Put the tape against your pelvis.”
I had always measured from the scrotum, which seemed logical to me, but I’ve since researched it and discovered my error. The fucking bastard was right, I had been measuring wrong my entire life. My cock turned out to be just over four inches. I was devastated to discover I was a full inch under average.
“Well, how long is it?”
“Um, a little over four inches Mr. Fuller.” I said.
“I thought so. You’re a libtard with a tiny little boy cock, aren’t you?”
Kim head snapped back toward Nick when he said that. “There’s no reason to be mean.”
“It’s not mean if it’s the truth. Just for fun, let’s compare. Come on over, cuck.”
I shed my shorts and underwear off my ankles and took the three steps over to the pool table where Nick had his hand around my wife’s shoulder.
“Go on. Take it out and measure it,” Nick said as he gestured towards the bulge in his shorts.
“Um. I’m not comfortable doing any gay stuff, Mr. Fuller.” I stammered out.
“Shit. You’re the one with that gay ass rainbow flag on your house, but NOW you’re afraid someone might think you’re gay?”
“I’m totally accepting of whatever lifestyle other people want to lead, but I’m not comfortable touching another guy’s penis, Mr. Fuller,” I said.
“It’s just measuring it. My doctor touches my junk every time I see him, but I don’t think he’s a fairy. You can either do what you’re told or leave. Up to you. I’ll let your wife prove to me that she’s a total MAGA slut all alone, then I’ll send her home with a signed contract.”
There was no way I was going to leave my wife alone with this punk. So, with trembling fingers, I fiddled with his button, before lowering his zipper, allowing his shorts to fall to the floor, leaving him in skin-tight black boxer briefs that showed the outline of his erect cock. I then used my fingers to pull the sides of the briefs down his legs until his cock sprung free.
His cock was substantially larger than mine. He was completely hairless, almost as if he had waxed his entire pubic region. His cock was thickest right in the middle with a smaller head and base, with the middle portion being nearly as thick as Tyler’s Red Bull can thick cock. Length was what we were measuring today and in this he had me beat by quite a bit, even though his cock was not completely hard as it sagged under its own weight.
“Looks like I’m going to need some help getting hard again before you can measure it,” Nick said as he looked at us.
“Mr. Fuller, I can see that you are much bigger than I am. I don’t think the measurement is necessary,” I said, hoping this admission would avert him from what he was suggesting Kim do for him.
“Just give it a few strokes and I’ll harden right up,” Nick said, looking directly at me.
“Me? I’m not comfortable doing that.”
“I’m done with you. Why don’t you get dressed and go home.”
“Are you going to sign the contract before we go?” I asked.
“Your wife can stay. She’s been a good girl so far, but you aren’t cutting it as a libtard cuck. Go ahead. Get dressed and get out.”
Kim’s eyes were pleading with me, but I didn’t know what she wanted from me. I knew I wasn’t going to stroke this kid’s cock back to life. I also knew I wasn’t going to leave my wife here alone with this cretin of a man-child.
“I’m not leaving without my wife.” I said, before adding “Mr. Fuller.”
“Do you want your libtard husband to stay?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You’ll need to show me how much of a MAGA slut you are then,” Nick said as he urged her to her knees in front of him. There were tears in her eyes as she lowered to her knees in front of him. Her left hand came up to grasp his cock that had stiffened noticeably since she had gotten on her knees in front of him. She stroked his cock slowly, quickly bringing it to full mast.
“Go ahead and measure it, cuck.”
I pushed the end of the tape measure against his pubic bone while Kim held his cock in place. He looked at me, expectantly. He wanted me to announce his length out loud.
“Six- and three-quarter inches, Mr. Fuller,” I said as I put the tape measure away.
He placed his hands on Kim’s head, turned the red hat around so the bill was in the back, and slowly pulled her forward until her mouth was touching his cock. She pulled back and asked, “You’ll sign the contract if I do this?”
“If you’re a good little MAGA slut, I will sign the contract.”
With that, Kim took his cock into her mouth and started sucking, while staring at my hard cock. She then looked up to my face with a look I couldn’t discern. I couldn’t decide if it was disappointment, confusion, annoyance or just what her face looked like with her lips stretched around a thick cock.
“That’s it. See cuck, your wife knows how to be a true MAGA slut.” Nick said as he removed one of his hands from Kim’s head to lower the zipper on her sexy blue dress, before guiding it down her shoulders until it was puddled at her waist. I wanted to protest but knew I would be kicked out of the house if I uttered a sound, so I stood there with my hard dick like a libtard cuck.
Kim continued sucking his cock as he started cupping, weighing and squeezing Kim’s breasts. I’m sure I heard Kim moan around his cock when he tweaked her nipple.
“Kneel down next to your wife.”
I looked at him quizzically. I had been clear about not doing any gay stuff. He stared at me as though hoping I would disobey, so he could kick me out. Reluctantly, I got on my knees next to Kim as she continued to suck the bastard’s cock, now inches from my face.
After a few minutes of my front row show, he pulled his cock out of Kim’s mouth with a pop. I was terrified that he was going to push it towards me, but as soon as he pulled it out, he said “Go ahead and kiss your husband.”
To my horror, Kim turned towards me, but I pulled away.
“Kissing your wife isn’t gay, cuck. Do it now or leave.”
I relented to allow Kim to give me a deep tongue kiss. Her mouth was warmer and wetter than normal. I’m sure there was no way I could taste his cock, but I knew his cock had touched the saliva now coating my tongue. I wanted to feel nauseous, but for some reason I was even more turned on.
After the kiss, Kim returned to sucking his cock once more for about thirty seconds before he pulled his cock out of her mouth again. “Stroke his cock while you kiss him this time but keep stroking me with your left hand. I want you to feel the difference between a libtard micro cock and a MAGA cock.”
Kim looked down to my painfully hard cock before pinching it between her thumb and finger to stroke me. The difference would be obvious to any observer. Her left hand was stretched around Nick’s cock, fingers barely meeting each time she reached the fat part in the middle of his shaft, while my cock just required two fingers to stroke properly. It felt like an electric shock burst through my body when she touched my cock that had been hard and untouched for over ten minutes at this point. When her hot, wet tongue entered my mouth I almost came, but thankfully, I was able to hold back.
She returned to sucking his cock but kept stroking my cock with her right hand. When Nick pulled her deep onto his shaft, causing her to gag, she pinched my cock tighter. That was all it took. I grunted as I shot my load all over the floor between my knees.
“Already libtard? It looks like you’ve got some cleanup to do,” he said gesturing to the cum on the floor with an evil grin on his face.
I knew he meant to lick it up, but I played dumb and started standing up.
“Where you going, cuck? Lick that shit up.”
“I told you, I don’t do gay stuff,” I said as he physically held my shoulders, keeping me on my knees in front of him. Damn, this kid was strong.
“It can’t be gay to eat your own cum, since no other guy needs to be involved. It might be gross, but it isn’t gay. Now, eat it, or leave.”
This was it. The line I wasn’t willing to cross. I wasn’t going to lick my cum off this punk’s floor while my wife watched.
I stood with my limp cock, still covered in cum dangling uselessly between my legs. I started to reach for Kim, to help her up from her knees.
“I’m going to stay and get the contract signed. I’ll be home when I’m done being a good MAGA slut.”
“Kim, please. I can’t leave you here alone with him.”
“It’ll be OK sweetie. I’ll be home soon.”
I felt a huge knot in my stomach as I put my pants and underwear on, allowing my underwear to just absorb the cum on my cock. I had stalled as much as I could while Kim continued to suck the punk’s cock and finally headed towards the door.
“Hey cuck. Before you go. I think you’ll want to see this,” Nick said as he pulled his cock from my wife’s mouth and bent over the pool table. “You ever given a rim job, slut?”
“No sir.”
“It’s easy. You just get in there with your tongue, lick it first, then plunge your tongue in and swirl it around.”
I watched as Nick spread his ass cheeks wide, exposing his sphincter before Kim pushed her head in there and presumably started rimming the loathsome teenager.
“Yeah, that’s it, slut. Get your tongue deep into my ass. Show your husband what a nasty MAGA slut you are before he leaves. You can go now, cuck.”
I wondered if I should have licked my cum up as I closed the door with the image of my wife’s face buried in Nick’s ass being the last thing I saw.
Question for readers: Should Tyler side with the MAGA teenager and keep him in the stallions against Josh and Kim's wishes? Also. Should Kim begin to like being a MAGA slut?
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