Chapter 1

Ken's heart was racing. He couldn't believe he had let this happen. The other cars were flying past the windows in a blur as he bolted home. The text was still running through his head, like a gong had been rung. How had it gone this far? What was he going to do?

Over a year earlier Ken had been browsing the cuckold fantasy sites as he was now prone to do at least 4 times a week, pretty much whenever he could get a moment alone when Sarah wasn't home. Sarah was pretty, not a knockout, but certainly not hard to look at. Her brown hair hung down to her shoulders, with streaks of natural blonde highlights where they had soaked up the sun. His frustration wasn't with her looks, or even the extra weight she had now compared to when they met in high school. In fact, her 38 D tits were often the eye candy of most men in public, and some women, even though she wore modest clothing. No, his frustration was with her lack of libido. Ever since she had gone on birth control so they could stop hassling with condoms, her desire and libido had disappeared. It had become a real wedge between them. Sarah was nearly as frustrated as he was, offering to 'help him out' when he asked. But it was never very good. Her actions were robotic, no desire or need in them. He was always the one having to initiate. Even months after going off the pill, Sarah still wasn't interested. Eventually, Ken had started turning to porn. After some time on the generic sites, he had gotten into amateur videos. Homemade clips of real couples fucking, showing the girl liking it. Their eyes rolling back in their heads, begging for more. Ken realized what he was missing. He also realized something else. He was really getting into the videos that showed the woman taking charge, even ordering the man around. It was not long before he also realized when it came to penis size, he was nothing to talk about. At 5 inches hard, and thin, it was obvious to him compared to even the real men on the homemade videos, he was nothing impressive. What surprised him, was how much it turned him on to feel that humiliation. To know that he could never satisfy those women the way they were used to.

Eventually, he had naturally come to realize he was a wannabe cuck. His greatest desire was to watch his wife become a cock whore in front of him. Feeling the humiliation of watching her take another man into her. Begging for him to cum, to use her. The cuckold videos and stories led him to chat sites with other like-minded men. What came as a surprise, was that in these chat sites, the users weren't just cucks. There were Bulls there too.

One night, while doing his regular searching and browsing, Ken came across a chat site where cucks, wannabe cucks, and like-minded men were posting nude photos of their wives. His cock was hard at just the idea of sharing Sarah's photos. There had been a period about 2 years prior where she had allowed him to pose her and take photos in lingerie, nude, tied up, and even sucking his cock. He had used these to stroke to before turning to porn. The temptation was simply too great. The idea of other men seeing his wife naked had him leaking pre-cum just at the thought. Ken quickly edited several photos, cropping out Sarah's face, and posted one of his fat titted wife, for all to see.

This was the beginning of the end for him. It became his obsession, sharing her photos, restricting them for a long time, before finally sharing full nudes to a select few in private chat. Some would play the 'online bull' role, giving him instructions or humiliating him with degrading talk. This went on for months, Ken becoming more and more of a wimp wannabe cuck. Eventually he started to whisper some of his fantasies to Sarah when they would have sex, talking about multiple people situations. Then getting her to make fun of his small dick which always made him cum faster. Sarah began to notice this and actually started to get into it, realizing how much it turned her husband on. She would spit in Ken's mouth, talk about needing bigger cock. But Ken always returned to the online world where he was a wannabe cuck, sharing her pictures.

One night a new member was in the chatroom and started talking up Ken. He simply called himself YourBull. He was obviously a strong personality, taking charge almost right away. But his mood was playful, fun, and Ken was especially horny. He shared some of Sarah's most revealing photos, showing her face, large tits, and bald spread pussy, much sooner than he had before. But YourBull kept Ken engaged, kept him sharing, and turned on. For several days Ken went farther than he had ever before, sharing more than he had before, and he was cumming harder than he ever had before. Then, without notice, YourBull disappeared. Ken didn't hear from him for a couple of weeks. Disappointed, Ken decided to take a step back from the online presence he had created. He was becoming obsessed.

While at work a few days later, combing through the pile of insurance claims against the company he worked for, his phone chirped with a text message. He looked and saw a simple "Hello Ken" from a number he didn't recognize. Ken wasn't surprised by this, he often got many different texts from unrecognized numbers, being an insurance adjuster. Ken replied back "Hello. How can I help?" Ken waited for a reply and got one that made his heart stop. "I'm going to fuck your wife, while you watch." Ken stared at his phone in disbelief. Whoever this was either knew about his desires and fantasies, or was simply a prankster who had made an unbelievable guess. Ken quickly replied, "Ha ha. Who is this?". In response, he received a picture of his wife, fully nude, legs spread and holding her pussy open.

Ken almost threw up. The shock was almost too much. Another text came in. "Why don't you come on home, we'll talk this over." Ken's hands were shaking so bad he almost wasn't able to type out a response. "LEAVE MY WIFE ALONE!" It was fruitless though, he knew that. This man already knew his name, his phone number, and probably where he lived. As if in confirmation of his thoughts, another picture came through, of the front of his house. "Come home now Ken." Another chirp. "And keep in mind, if you don't come alone, all those pictures will go public." Ken stood up so fast his head spun with speed. He typed on his phone as he rushed for his car. "WHO IS THIS??!!" A heartbeat later, "I told you Ken, I'm YourBull. Get home now."

As he pulled into his neighborhood, Ken still wasn't sure what he was going to do. To his humiliation, despite the fear, his cock was rock hard. He turned onto his street and saw a red pickup that he didn't recognize parked in front of his house. He pulled into his driveway glancing at the truck. The driver was obscured by the glare of the sunlight, but Ken noted that the plates were from the neighboring state. Ken got out of his car, feeling like his legs were jello. The truck door opened, and a tall white man, several inches taller than Ken's 5 foot 11 inches, stepped out. He was not thin, but wouldn't be called overweight. He was just thick. He had a shaved head, with dark sunglasses. Beneath his dark t-shirt sleeves were several tattoos on both arms.

The man smiled at Ken, although it was probably closer to a leer. "Hello Ken. How's my cuck?"

Ken just stood there, unsure what to do, or what was going to happen next. He felt like he couldn't breathe.

"Why don't we take a little walk and talk Ken", said the man and started walking towards the back of Ken's house. Ken followed, his mind racing. "You see Ken," said the man, "After seeing your wife I simply couldn't not have her. She became my obsession, much as sharing her has become your obsession. I stroked to your wife's tits, pussy, and ass more than I have any other single woman. I decided I had to have her. Of course, with some free image search software, the information you shared, and a little luck, I was able to find her. She really is something."

"Please ... Please... " Ken said, already starting to beg.

"Stop. You are going to accept this is going to happen, whether you like it or not. Although, we both know you will." He said with a chuckle. "Here's what's going to happen. We are going to walk in together and you're going to introduce me as a friend you met online. You can call me Darren. You don't have to do anything else, except what I tell you. I will explain how it is going to be with Sarah." Ken's eyes were wide, and he was shaking again.

"NO! You can't!" Ken was practically yelling now.

"Enough!" Darren commanded. "I won't have this out of you. If you don't start cooperating now, I will leave, but her pictures and identity will be posted on every porn site I can find. And then I will email her the links."

Ken stood there, a feeling of complete loss of control and hopelessness overwhelming him.

"Now, what I need to hear from you right now, is Yes Sir."

Ken stared at the man for a full moment, racking his brain. Looking for an out. Finally his shoulders slumped, his eyes fell down to his feet. "Yes, Sir." He whispered.

"What was that?" Darren asked loudly, making his point.

Ken cleared his throat. "Yes, sir." Louder this time, feeling the last of his defiance leave him.

"Good! Now that you're a little more calmed down, why don't we go meet the lovely Sarah." Darren replied with a smile.

Ken walked into his home through the front door with Darren on his heels. He felt like a stranger in his own house, like this wasn't really happening. Sarah was at the kitchen table, paying bills it looked like. She immediately took in Darren as he was hard to miss, her eyes opening in surprise.

"OH! Ken, you didn't call and tell me we were going to have company." She said jumping up from the table. She was in one of her simple day sundresses that Ken liked so much. A little bit of cleavage showing, and quite a bit of leg.

"Sorry, sweetie. I didn't know until a few minutes ago." Ken said quietly.

Darren cleared his throat, signaling Ken. "Sarah," Ken said weakly, "This is Darren. He's a, friend, I met online."

Sarah smiled politely and held out her hand, Darren took it saying "You're even lovelier in person."

Sarah chuckled looking at Ken in confusion. "You guys play games together?" Sarah asked.

"Oh, you could say that." Darren said smiling at her. "Why don't we all have a seat so we can talk."

Ken sat next to his wife on the couch while Darren took the rocker across from them.

"Sarah, Ken and I have a few things to share with you. They are going to come as quite a surprise, but I need you to try to keep calm. Can you do that for me?" Darren wasn't wasting time. Ken could see the hunger in his eyes.

"Ummm ... sure..." Sarah replied skeptically. At the same time though, turning to Ken and whispering "What's going on?"

Before Ken could reply Darren answered in a commanding tone "Sarah, I need you to talk to me right now. Ignore Ken for a few minutes." Sarah just stared at him, like she couldn't believe what she was hearing.

"Sarah, for the past several months, your husband has been sharing nude photos of you with other men." Darren said this so completely out of the blue, that it took several seconds for it to register with Sarah.

"What!?" She shrieked. Sarah looked at her husband who was cowering next to her. "I don't' believe it!"

Darren calmly pulled out his phone, made a couple of quick taps, and an alarm was heard coming from the bar where Sarah's phone was. "Check your phone please Sarah." Darren said calmly.

Sarah jumped to her feet and grabbed her phone, screaming when she opened the text of several photos of her naked, and one even sucking her husband's cock.

"You bastard!" She screamed. Ken wasn't sure if she was talking to him or Darren, until she slapped him across the face.

"Now Sarah, there's no need for that." Darren said with a small smile on his face.

"Get out!" She shrieked, glaring at him.

"Sarah, you don't want to talk to me like that." Darren said cooly.

"Oh yeah?" Sarah replied, her voice choking with emotion.

"No, you don't." Ken could see the excitement in Darren's face. He was enjoying this. "You see, I haven't done anything with the photos of you naked except enjoy them myself ... yet." He added darkly.

"What do you mean?" Sarah asked, now a little more in control.

"I could have posted them, maybe even sold them. Certainly if you and Ken don't do what I tell you to do, I will. Your parents will get copies, your co-workers, your husbands co-workers. There won't be anybody you know that won't have seen you naked." Ken could see the reality of these words sink in. His wife's face drained of blood, turning a stark white with startlingly speed. "Sarah, sit back down, before you faint, please." Darren continued. Sarah looked around, as if she didn't realize she had been standing still. She slowly sank back down to the couch next to her husband.

"You see Sarah, your husband's biggest fantasy is for you to have a lover. He wants you to be pleasured by another man while he watches in subservience." Sarah glared at Ken, but didn't say anything. Darren beamed, "You already knew!".

"I had my suspicions." She said heatedly. "I never thought he would do this though. And if you think I'm doing anything with you, you're delusional."

"Oh Sarah, yes you are. Or like I said, everybody you know will see these pictures." Darren added, "But to be fair, and to have a little fun. Lets play a game. We will have Ken stand up and remove all his clothing." Ken hung his head in shame. "While he stands there, I'm simply going to talk. Let's say for 1 minute. If at the end of that minute your husband's little cock is not hard, I will disappear. You will never hear from me, and I will do nothing with the pictures I have. You have my word."

"Ooookkk..." Sarah said slowly. She was liking this idea. Lately, when Ken had wanted sex, it was difficult to get him hard to do anything. This could work in her favor well.

"But," Darren continued. "If he is hard, you and your husband are mine. To do with what I like. Agree?"

The question hung in the air like an axe, adding to the already tense atmosphere. Sarah looked at the man across from her, and then at her husband who was just sitting on the couch his head hanging. She thought as far around the problem as she could, but couldn't come up with another solution. "Fine." Sarah said in resignation.

"Wonderful!" Darren cried. "Ken, on your feet. Strip. Everything off."