Settled down for the night, the coolness of the winter air brought out the big blankets. Living by the beach was ten to twenty degrees cooler than inland, but tonight a layer of fog added to it. There is a place where you’re not quite awake, but sleep hasn’t consumed you yet. When the loud sound of the door opened, I knew this was just another night terror. As much as I would try to work my way out, there was always something dragging me deeper.

 I was startled, sitting up and looking through the smoke that now filled my bedroom, leaving me confused and bewildered. Standing in the frame of the door was the most ungodly sight. Eight feet tall, the man’s skin not human it looked as though there were scales like a dragon instead of flesh.

 “Get out,” I screamed.

 “Not yet,” he said, grabbing my ankles, yanking me from the bed, “You’ll need to come with me. I have a bet to settle.”

 I screamed, my heart raced like a freight train coming down the tracks. I wanted out of this dream before something terrible happened. “What the fuck are you doing? Leave me alone,” I screamed as my ass hit the floor, and I was drug through the open door. Nail marks would be the breadcrumbs left on the floor. I dug so deep that I knew I would never get those scratches out of the wood. Why was I even worried when for all I knew, I would never come back? When the Devil comes knocking at your door, you better believe that’s your final moving day.

 It was the smell of fire that hit me first. Well, that, and his hands. His digits long and slender, they clawed into my flesh with a vice-like grip. Even if I tried to break free, there was no way I would be able to get out of his clutches. He was hundreds of pounds heavier, and his strength that of ten men.

 The descent into hell seemed as though it took a lifetime, every horrible thing I had ever done passing before my eyes. I never wanted to remember some of the memories, but this wasn’t for me. It was a bet, but between who, and why me? All I wanted to do was get a good night’s sleep, and this happened.

 Screaming skulls staked to the wall, the rancid arms reaching out to grab me as I fell. God help me, please let this be a dream. If I’m dead, incinerate me rather than send me to the bowels of the earth. I don’t care what the bet was. There was no way this was a good thing for me.

 I hit the ground hard, my ass plopping down on a bed of rocks, each one piercing into my soft ivory flesh. I screamed. It took me a minute to realize it was me who was calling out to God to have mercy on my soul. The laughter of others echoed through the dark cavern. All of the inhabitants amused that I still had hope that a God even existed.

 “Get up,” a female whispered. The woman’s hand in my hair, she yanked me up, pointing me in the male’s direction who stole me from my bed. He now sat on a red crushed velvet throne. The legs of the chair human hands that bled out each time he adjusted himself in the seat. The chair seemed to be alive, but at this point, I questioned nothing. We learned in church that some would find themselves in their own private hell in the end. I could only imagine what the man did who was now an elaborate seat for the demon dweller.

 I teetered on falling. I stood at the base of the rocks, looking up at the man, my mind still wondering what this bet was, and why me. There were no words from me when another male appeared at his side, his body stripped of all its clothing. The first thing I noticed was the enormous cock that hung between his muscular legs. Sure, cock wasn’t a new sight to me, but I had never seen anything like this. Nor did I ever want to. The veins on his manhood almost pulsating the moment he saw me standing before him. God help me, what was this bet?

 As he would later tell me, the Devil bet this man that there was no way I could deep throat his cock. The man was sure that I could, and if I did, he would get a second chance at life. Is this how this shit works? They always say never to make a deal with the Devil, but I guess no one ever told him what happens if you lost.

 “You WHAT?” I screamed. My eyes never on his face, stared directly at the beast between his legs, pray that I woke from this dream soon.

 “If anyone can do it, you can. The guys down here talk about you when they beat off at night. Everyone says for the best little cocksucker in Los Angeles, to look you up,” he laughed. With his hand on his cock, stroking it, all I could this what was in the hell was he trying to make it bigger? If the man impaled me on that cock he would penetrate my stomach through my mouth.

 I blinked, shaking my head from side to side, “No fucking way. That thing will kill me. I pointed, my finger drew an outline of his cock, gasping when I realized it had to be a foot long.

 The Devil threw his head back, roaring in laughter, as did all his minions that rested by his side. They followed the leader, knowing better than to dismiss anything he said.

 “You don’t think I can do it?” I glared. What the fuck was wrong with me. I argued over whether or not I could deep throat this son of a bitch. Whose bet was this anyway?

 Giddy with excitement, the man could barely wait for the Devil to give him the go-ahead. The minute he did, I regretted it. It seems that it’s been four-hundred years since this man had sex. In hell, they use the earth for their porn. Each of them watching couples fuck while they jack off. The only one allowed to have physical sex is the Devil himself.

 Grabbed from being, I fell to my knees, looking right at the monster cock, almost salivating for a taste. I didn’t want this cock. Why the fuck was my mouth watering for a drink from the man’s dick? My head yanked back. He slapped this thick bulbous head on my lips. A smear of pre-cum glossing my soft pillows, I opened for him without even being asked. A slither of his cock across my tongue, and he pulled back, laughing at the Devil. This man knew that I could take it. If there is one thing I know how to do, it’s take a cock down my throat.

 “Feed me,” I growled. I meant it. There was a craving inside of my stomach that tightened just knowing I would soon gag with every inch the male forced inside of my gulping throat.

 His hand knotted in my strands of golden locked as he pushed into my mouth, letting the head slide slowly over my tongue. I could already taste his fluids. Not sweet, but as hot as the fires of hell. They scorched the flesh on my tongue, causing a whimper to vibrated against the shaft. God, help me. I wanted to take all of him deeper. To have my throat torn from my body and used as a masturbation sleeve for his cock. My eyes sealed shut, tears running down my face, his cock reached the back of my throat. A deep guttural grunt from the man, and he shoved every inch in until his balls rested on my chin. I was choking from lack of air, but none of this concerned the male. He wanted bragging rights and walking the earth again.

 Yanked from his cock, I moved to the table of sacrifice, my body stretched out as my head dangled from the metal surface. It was not cold like I expected. No, it was burning hot, and the smell of my clothing burning repulsed me. Once again, his cock plunged into my throat. One thrust and he was fully engulfed inside of my oral cavity. This time his hand went to my throat, jacking himself off from the outside in.

 “You son of a bitch, she did it,” the Devil screamed.

 Sitting straight up in bed, my hands on my throat as I choked, I don’t know if this was a dream or not, but my clothing smells of burning flesh, and the scratches across my floor will never be repaired.

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With the permission of a client, I am going to share his cuckold story. Well, part of it. I don’t know if even I could do this justice. No names used to protect my client. He knows who he is.

What is a cuckold? A man who encourages and excepts his significant other having sex with another man. There are many levels to this and each one is different. Some enjoy knowing that she is cheating, and others enjoy watching and participating. Either way, the woman is getting sexually satisfied by someone outside of their relationship. The degree of cuckold depends on the man and what he wants and enjoys. Each one is different.

Small penis? Does this define you as less of a man? I hope that you say no, but sadly for the majority of men out there they find themselves stuck in a cuckold world. For most it’s not the woman who can’t accept it, but the man. Boys are taught growing up that the size of their penis defines where they land on the sexual food chain. Little does most know, but they are not alone. So many try creams, pumps, and even hiding in the dark so no one can see. This can and will spiral you into a world that you may not recover from. Beware of what you ask for. Sometimes it will bite you in the ass.

A Cuckold Story.

Being well endowed was never a worry for him. He was small, but for the most part, women accepted that. Maybe it was his personality, or that he made up for his short comings with oral skills. When he found the perfect woman who loved him for who he was, he made the fatal mistake of asking her about her ex-boyfriends penis size. It was big, but that didn’t keep her with him. After being told to fuck him too many times, she did. Of course this was a turn on for the him because he got all the juicy details and loved that when she fucked him after, she couldn’t feel a thing.

Riddle me this, I grew thinking no man would ever want to be teased about their manhood?

It wasn’t that he wanted to be taunted, but that he wanted her to be happy. Sadly, most think that the only way to a woman’s heart is through their dick. Wrong! As a woman I have had all sizes and the shorter to average ones have always been the best.

The adventure lasted awhile, well, long enough for him to watch from the closet. He wanted to see his girlfriend in the act with another man. Jealousy can do strange things to men, but he was more mad that she fucked him with such intensity than being jealous. That’s where she thought his “Kink” ended, but not even close.

Settling into being married a few years, the itch began again. He wanted her to fuck someone else. This time when she agreed, she told him it would be different. It would be on her terms and not his. He agreed and that was his fatal mistake. Sometimes things should remain a fantasy. This was one of those times.

She met the perfect man in a bar, and after that, nothing was ever the same. She stopped intercourse with her husband, she spends most of her time in the arms of her lover, and she’s sexually satisfied. Not that she wasn’t with her husband, but he made sure to ruin that with the whispers of infidelity.

Where does he go from here?

There is no happy ending to this story, but there is a moral to it. Hold on tight to the one you love and cherish what you have, not what they had. The life of a cuckold can be exciting, but for some, it’s devastating. I adore my client and love spending time with him. I hope that if he ever finds love again that he never shares it with another man or woman. Love is to be treasured like a rare gem. Sometimes we only find it once in a lifetime.

Disclaimer: I had permission to write this story. No names or places were used.

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