The Virgin
Copyright© 2026 by cuckhumiliation
Chapter 6
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 6 - Matt would really like to finally get laid.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Coercion Slavery Heterosexual Fiction Cuckold DomSub Humiliation First Oral Sex Sex Toys
A tear formed at the edge of Matt’s eye as he stared at the picture, unable to look away. He wasn’t ready to see his sweet Amy like this ... her lush lips wrapped adoringly around the head of a thick cock. Her eyes were closed, and he could imagine the sounds she was making. He looked away, brushing the moisture from his eye. Not like this, he thought to himself, setting the phone down. He felt his anguish trying to turn into a sort of anger.
His resolve lasted the better part of thirty seconds, dissolving into a puddle of humiliation as he picked the phone back up and started taking in every little detail - her stray hair falling into her face as she arched her neck forward to position herself over the intimidatingly large cock - the way the man taking the photograph had his free hand possessively cradling the side of Amy’s head - the look of serene submission on her face that Matt had never seen before.
He cried again, this time without looking away, and accepted the feeling of pathetic inadequacy. He reached to stroke his caged penis and immediately regretted it. Staring at the huge dick getting the full attention of his dream girl while weakly stroking the cold exterior of his own safely locked penis was acutely painful and demoralizing. He tried to pull his hand away but couldn’t muster the self control to stop pointlessly trying to stimulate himself.
‘Fuck, if I want more photos I have to thank this asshole’ he thought to himself. Self-loathing mixed with anger towards the man fucking his girl, leaving a metal taste on his tongue and his cheeks flushed.
He started typing, erased it, typed again, and repeated the process a few dozen times. The knot in his stomach mocked him. Damn it.
thank you for the pic he finally typed successfully, and hit send before he could rethink anything.
It worked.
The photo he received was a little blurry, but it was an image he had imagined hundreds of times while laying alone in his bed. Amy was on her back, legs spread wide, her face painted with ecstasy as the photographer’s cock plunged deep inside her. Matt dropped to his knees, unable to pry his eyes from the picture. In useless frustration he started awkwardly ripping his pants off. He pulled at his cage, the only reward a fresh bout of pain as the pullout prevention spikes did their job and dug cruelly in. His heart raced. Hovering over his phone, he looked down at the image of the love of his life and pretended it was him taking the photo with his cock buried in soft pussy instead of hard steel. He humped the floor and cried pathetically.
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