The Club

dougie13

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please post the next chapter
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Submissive Cuckold - lives for many years in a female-led marriage with a cuckold lifestyle.

OK. Give me a few days.

The next afternoon, I was waiting in my work lobby for Vivian to pick me up. Part of this treat night was that I didn't have to take the bus home. She was a little late, so I was catching up on the news. After I had complained to Vivian that a bunch of the CNN links were broken by my content blockers, she had suggested I download the MysticLand World Discovery App. While, at first, I had ignored the puzzles and stories about ******* and read only the sanitised coverage of world events, that was now less true. I decided that if she hadn't arrived before I finished the penguin story, I would call her. As I read the final paragraph, a Porsche pulled up to the building entrance. Vivian, sensing my confusion, called out.

"Greggy, good news. Mr Murtaugh can join us for treat night. Get in."

I responded, "I'm not sure I can fit."

"Sure you can!", she exhorted enthusiastically. "It'll be an adventure."

She was right. I climbed into the back seat. While I was not able to face forward, I fit sideways when I put my feet up on the seat. Mr Murtaugh drove fast, so it was an adventure. We got to the restaurant, and Vivian and I waited by the car while Mr Murtaugh put the top up. The restaurant was a family style place I'd never been to, but it was a step up from the fast food Vivian had been favouring on treat nights. Inside, Mr Murtaugh took charge and asked for a table for 3 by the window as far from the game room as possible. When we sat down, Mr Murtaugh realised something.

"Greggy, I left my wallet in the car", he addressed me warmly. "Can you get it for me? It's in the pocket on the driver side door below the handle. This job definitely carries a reward..."

"Yes, sir", I replied. Vivian had been so happy that I'd addressed him respectfully that first time that I'd taken to doing it often. In addition, I was excited about the prospect of a reward. In contrast to Vivian who never rewarded more than 50 cents, Mr Murtaugh rewarded in paper money - one time giving me 3 dollars for a big job. I started to get up.

"Wait a second", Vivian jumped in. "I have a problem."

"What?", I asked. I was genuinely concerned.

She answered, "I feel we might be going down a sexist track. I like that you call Mr Murtaugh sir, but I hope you don't feel that he deserves more respect than I do, you know, because he's a man...."

I was flabbergasted and interrupted, "Well, I don't have to call him sir. I'm only doing it for you", I almost raised my voice.

Mr Murtaugh looked at me and spoke sternly, "Greggy, tonight is supposed to be about positivity. I think you should listen to all of what is said and not interrupt." He stared coldly and I felt tears welling up. I looked down.

"It's nothing bad", Vivian continued. I just think it would be nice if you called me Ma'am every once in a while just so that I know you respect me. You do respect me don't you?"

I breathed deeply to compose myself. "I do respect you", I replied, "...ma'am."

"I feel better already", she smiled broadly. "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

"No, ma'am", I complied more smoothly.

"You can go get Mr Murtaugh's wallet now", she dismissed me.

When I returned, the ****** had arrived. Mr Murtaugh had a Gibson martini, and Vivian had a gin and tonic. There was a pineapple juice for me - decorated with a small red paper umbrella. Mr Murtaugh pulled a credit card from his wallet.

"It's time for your reward", he spoke magnanimously. There is, on the other side of the restaurant, what I understand to be an 'awesome' video game room. You can use this card to play as much as you want - no limits."

Vivian countered, "Almost no limits. You have to come back when the food arrives."

I was touched by this generosity. "Thank you, sir...and ma'am", I remembered to add Vivian. I'll do that right after they take our order."

Vivian answered enthusiastically. "They've already taken our order. You can go now."

I did so. The room was pretty amazing. It was something like a museum of pinball and video games. They had pinball machines from the 1950s and video games from the 1970s including Pong and Space Invaders. The reward was more generous than I'd believed. The games cost $5.00 each, though you did get two turns for that. I had gone through $25 of Mr Murtaugh's credit when Vivian came into the room.

While the room was fun, I was starving. I had taken to not bringing lunch on Wednesdays. It made my morning less hectic and I knew I'd gorge on fast food that evening. I was disappointed when I returned to the table. At my place was a small orange plate with two fish sticks, maybe 10 french fries and two tiny paper cups - one for cole slaw and the other for tartar sauce. I looked longingly at the lobster paella they were sharing and noted that they had already finished a dozen oysters. They were on their second or third ******. I believed that Mr Murtaugh noticed my portion concerns because he made eye contact.

"Greggy", he said. He had adopted that nickname, but had explained to me sympathetically that he was only doing so because "Boss Lady" had a "preference" while tucking a dollar bill into my shirt pocket. I looked at him expectantly.

"Don't you think you better give me back my credit card?"

Vivian started laughing. "Good catch", she chortled. "Just imagine the mischief Greggy could get into with that much credit."

My face flushed. "No", I stammered. "I mean yes. I mean here", as I handed him the card. I grabbed the ketchup and started liberally squirting it on my plate.

"Goodness, Greggy", Vivian said sharply. "I think that's enough ketchup. Please don't embarrass us here." Mr Murtaugh reached for the bottle which I yielded. I was mortified and concentrated only on my food - which I finished quickly, leaving me famished. Vivian continued, "I think we are going to need to have lessons on table manners before we go to another restaurant. Greggy, would you like to say something?"

What I wanted to say was that I was hungry and needed more food. I knew that would get me in more trouble. Instead, I said what I knew what they wanted to hear. "I'm sorry sir, ma'am. I hope I didn't embarrass you. I'm grateful for my treat."

That mollified Vivian and the rest of the meal completed without incident. Vivian insisted on another round of ****** for the two of them. She said that she had dessert at home that she hinted was conditional on my subsequent behaviour. I mostly stared at my plate while they sipped their ****** and continued a conversation that I couldn't really follow. It was a medical topic and involved people I'd never met.

When we got home, Vivian pointed out that I had only a half hour to perform my ablutions before lights out. As I gathered my pj's I noticed that a lock had been added to the outside of my door. I asked about it.

"It was Anita's idea. We can help you follow the Law even if you forget. I have one on the door to my room also." She had had no difficulty forgetting that the master bedroom was, until very recently, our room.

"I don't see a lock on your door", I observed.

"Silly boy", she replied. "That's because my door locks from the inside; yours locks from the outside. That is the configuration that helps you the most. You can be secure in the knowledge that you won't ******* your bedtime or accidentally see me naked."

I did feel a little silly. There really wasn't another possible configuration. Time was short, and I had to rush my nightly routine. I said thanks and good night to Mr Murtaugh.

Vivian turned toward me. "You have two minutes to get to your room. I'll join you in a few after I talk to Mr Murtaugh."

I stepped into my room. I left the lights on for Vivian. I climbed under the covers of the lower bunk and waited. At what must have been exactly 9 the lights extinguished automatically and I heard a click which I surmised to be the lock engaging. Five or ten minutes later the lock clicked again and Vivian entered. She was carrying the soft tape measure, a large dark chocolate cookie that looked amazing, and something else that I couldn't identify in the fleeting light before the door closed. She set the cookie on my bureau and sat on my bed. Without saying a word, Vivian slid her hand under the covers and down my stomach. I got the stomach butterflies that accompanied any initiation she made of intimacy. She pushed her fingers underneath the elastic waistband of my pajamas and started to palpate my genitalia which now fit comfortably in her hand. I moaned softly.

"Shhh", she said. "Mr Murtaugh is still here, but I didn't want to forget my main guy." I silently enjoyed her caresses. "You have to make a choice", she stated. I stayed silent. "If I measure you and you are less than 3.25 inches, I will rub you to an orgasm. I even brought the bunny vibrator I use to give myself pleasure. I think it will work for you now, too. After that, you get to eat a chocolate macadamia nut cookie. If you are more than 3.25 inches, you get no orgasm and no cookie."

It was hard to focus, but I spoke over my laboured breaths, "That's not really a choice."

"You're right", she said. "This is the choice: If you ask me to leave, I won't measure you and will leave immediately. If that happens, I won't take the cookie with me."

I was aching for release, but I was too hungry to take the risk of losing the cookie. "Leave", I gasped. "Leave the cookie."

She pulled her hand from my pants and from underneath the covers. She held it inches from my face. "I respect your decision, but maybe you could phrase it better before I just take everything and go."

"Will you please leave me, ma'am? I'm grateful for all that you do." I pushed my head forward and kissed the palm of her hand.

"Why don't you lick my palm a little, Greggy? I have you all over it, and you just don't taste as good as I do." I complied and gave her hand a tongue bath. When she was satisfied, she removed her hand and mussed my hair with it. "That was a good decision. You recovered the night." With that she walked out the door and I heard the click. I tested the door to confirm I was, in fact, locked in. Then I turned my attention to the cookie. Though I was alone, I followed one of the lessons of the night and ate it slowly- savouring it. I don't think anything in my life has tasted as good as that cookie.

It took a while for me to fall asleep. I surmised that Vivian fell asleep before I did. It was only because she had a nightmare that I knew. She moaned in fear and screamed before I guess she woke herself up. I wish I were there to comfort her, but she knew where to find me if she needed me.

The next night, I got to the Club just on time. I couldn't help but notice that Billy, Mike and Ralph were all wearing matching outfits. The outfit featured khaki dress shorts and a short sleeve dress shirt of the same color and material. Around their necks were pink and khaki neckerchiefs held in place by pink slides emblazoned with the letters "CS" in gold. I was going to ask, but Ralph stood up to start the meeting. He banged the gavel, "In accord with the bylaws, my wife has named Nurse Lauren to act as Club Chairperson in her place. I thereby yield the gavel to her."

Nurse Lauren took his place, and Ralph joined us. She paused before speaking, looking us over with a confident smile. "I want you to know that my goal for tonight and for all meetings that I run is for you all to have appropriate fun and to become better husbands. I do have a few ground rules, though. Anyone who wants to speak should raise their hands and wait for me to call on them. Also, some of what I say may not make immediate sense to some of you. I'll be grateful for you to demonstrate patience that I will not leave you confused and ask that you hold off on questions until I finish speaking. I'm going to start by putting three quarters on one side of the table and three bells on the other side. The quarters need no explanation and each of the bells represents 2,000 bells." Lenny raised his hand. "Yes, Lenny?

"But, what is a bell?", he queried.

She looked at him archly. "The best thing I can say is that a bell is a good example of one of those things I asked you to patiently wait for me to explain. I can also tell you that the money and the bells represent appropriate rewards for portions of our group. I can finally tell you that, because the rewards are for following instructions, you won't be getting one." Lenny's mouth slackened in shock. Ralph started to twitter but Nurse Lauren silenced him with a look. "Maybe Ralph can explain how he came to be wearing this uniform and why the group has two portions."

Ralph immediately stood up. "Yes, Nurse Lauren. I'm sorry for being rude." He waited for her to acknowledge his apology with a curt nod and continued. "Billy, Mike, and I are very much still members of this club, but we are also members of a new group that we'd like to share with you. This uniform is only for the Cuke Scouts. Ms Sutcliff said the name is to remind us that we all started out with cucumbers in our pants but that we were all on our way to becoming sweet pickle husbands. It started out as a convenience, but it has become even more life changing than the SPH is.

Unlike Carter's wife, my wife's position on the City Council does not come with a mansion. We struggle to make ends meet and our house doesn't have a guest room. She was speaking with Ms Sutcliff who had a parallel problem. She was afraid that if Mike moved into the guest room it might have upset her dogs. They realised that if we could move into Nurse Lauren's halfway house, it would solve a lot of problems.

They brought us into the discussion and also included Billy and Ms Stuart. Ms Stuart pointed out that, even with Billy no longer working, they were in a better financial position than they had been. Three years ago, Ms Clark had presented us with the opportunity to buy disability insurance. We all had had health (mostly psychological) issues that made individual purchases of such cost prohibitive. By putting us together as a group, she created an affordable policy that didn't exclude prior conditions. The insurance covered all institutional living costs for Billy and paid a stipend to his guardian that exceeded his prior wages. She told us that we were eligible for similar treatment. As it turned out, all of our households would be financially improved were we to declare incompetency and become wards of our wives.

We were dubious, but then we started to hear about the benefits. Unlike the drudgery we faced, 40 hour workweeks plus 30 hours of home chores, Billy was living a life of leisure. At the house, he is required to do an hour of chores per day. He also participates in the group chores of our club. He told us that we should get in on the sweet deal that he had.

He also said that he wanted someone to play ****** Crossing with. We asked what he meant and he said that every resident (at the time just him) of the house got a Nintendo Switch with the ****** Crossing game installed. It was a game where you developed a community on what started as a desert island. By catching fish and bugs and harvesting fruit and wood, you got paid in the form of bells, the game's currency. He took pride in how well he had negotiated a weekly allowance of bells when his wife told him she really didn't want him to be burdened with actual money."

Ralph paused for a moment. "So, now Mike and Billy and I all live at the house. Our lives are relaxed and fun, but we think it will be even better when more of you join us..."

Nurse Lauren put her finger to her lips and then pointed to his seat. Ralph when silent and scurried back to his chair. "We brought some switches along so that you all can start islands. Unfortunately, those of you not living at the house have to turn yours in at the end of the meeting. Only the Cuke Scouts get full access. Do you have any questions?"

Carl raised his hand and was called on. "What's involved in signing up?"

"That's a great question, Carl. Come here and take this envelope which you can discuss with Anita. If you sign, you can move in tomorrow. It's such a good question that I want you to take one of the quarters as well. I also promise that any money you have will be converted into bells at a rate of 8,000 bells per dollar. I think the scouts will agree that can give you a real leg up on your island." The three scouts nodded vigorously.

Roger raised his hand; Nurse Lauren gave him leave to speak. "How do you spend time with your wife?"

Nurse Lauren smiled. "Here's a quarter for Roger for another good question. That will be determined by you and Natalie, but maybe Billy can describe his experience."

Billy chimed in. "I get picked up for dinner every Wednesday. Usually, she will bring a friend of hers from work. He's nice. He's not as generous as Greggy's Mr Big (a nickname that made Vivian smile. The club christened Mr Murtaugh after hearing my stories of his generosity), but he's nice. I also go home every other Saturday afternoon and spend the weekend. I usually do so many chores over the weekend that I look forward to the relaxation of being back at the house."

Nurse Lauren weighed in. "That reminds me. Going forward, all of the ********** will be at the house. It just makes more sense."

Al was called on after raising his hand. "This is more of a request than a question. I know that some of you have more relaxed households, but my wife likes me in my room a half hour before lights out. If we are going to play the game, can we start soon?"

Nurse Lauren nodded, "And Al gets the final quarter. Each of the original Cuke Scouts gets 2,000 bells." Ralph and Billy high fived. "I'd like Ralph and Billy to hand out the Nintendo Switches. Mike can hand out the envelopes."

The game was a lot of fun. I named my island "Esspee8ch" which everyone thought was clever. I was able to make about two hundred bells selling some seashells, so I saw how nice it would be to have 2,000. My character was living in a tent, and I noticed that Billy had a nice house and clothes significantly more elegant than my rags.

When Vivian dropped me off for the ********* the following night, I learned that Carl, Al, and Roger had become permanent residents. I noticed that their ****** Crossing characters also had houses.

Can you div-ide the hidden words please?

Leone,
Some of the words they block are literally insane.

Is there a list somewhere?

Please continue with the next chapter
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Submissive Cuckold - lives for many years in a female-led marriage with a cuckold lifestyle.

Yes, you are right but you could do a preview before publishing to enable us to well understand.

I didn't see preview option. I'll try that. Thanks. Should have new chapter in a few days.

please continue
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Submissive Cuckold - lives for many years in a female-led marriage with a cuckold lifestyle.

isn't there a next chapter? that would be shame
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Submissive Cuckold - lives for many years in a female-led marriage with a cuckold lifestyle.

The five Cuke Scouts were sitting, wearing their uniforms, on couches in what I learned was called the visiting room. I felt odd in the shorts and T-shirt Vivian had chosen for me to wear. I also felt awkward with my backpack.

"Can I just sit anywhere?" I asked tentatively.

Billy looked up at me from his switch. "Don't be lame, Greggy! We don't know. None of us have ever been in this room before."

Roger didn't even look up. "Yeah, Greggy. Don't be lame." All of the scouts laughed which worsened my discomfort.

I walked around behind the couches and stopped when I got to Carl. It was a conscious choice. Even Vivian had noted that Carl seemed exceptionally nice, and kind. I noticed that Carl's avatar seemed to be interacting with a girl. So far, I had only met ******* on my island which wasn't surprising; the game is called ****** Crossing after all. "Who is that?", I asked.

Carl smiled. "That's my wife", he said.

"Your wife plays ****** Crossing?" I was genuinely surprised.

Roger chimed in, "All the wives play. That's how they became friends."

Carl continued, "Dr Garmin got them to play. They were stressed and frustrated; she thought the game would help - at least with the stressed part. My wife told me they were still working on the frustrated part. They formed a club to play the game. My wife has a beautiful island. She was super excited that I was starting to play. She's really given me a leg up with bells and advice. This time, though, she's here to pick up the stuff I've gotten for her."

"What do you get for her?", I asked.

"Just a few things", he replied. "It's only happened once, but I give her 10,000 bells if I get to 30,000. I also give her any gold or pearls I collect and first dibs on any items I find or am given. I also spend equal amounts of time on her island where I do the weeding and harvesting, chop wood, and collect stones and iron ore. On my island, I generate about 5,000 bells a day. On her island, I generate almost 200,000 bells per day."

By then, the rest of the club had arrived. Nurse Lauren told the scouts to take the rest of us back to the ***** quarters and to help us get settled and ready for dinner. They led us through some heavy double doors that thudded shut behind us. I noticed that the locks on those doors were the same as those Vivian had installed at the house.

We walked through a dining room where three tables were set for dinner. A round table was set with a linen tablecloth and high end tableware. A larger rectangular table had no tablecloth and seemed set in imitation of a summer camp dining hall. The final table was round and set with brightly coloured plastic settings.

We entered another room that featured six sets of bunk beds in a row. Next to each were two small tables and four canvas bags. Billy pointed to a pile of pillows by the entrance and instructed us. "Grab one of these pillows and put it on a bunk that doesn't already have a pillow on it. That'll be your bunk."

I grabbed a pillow and walked quickly to the third row where I secured the lower bunk. The rest of the non-residents scrambled to choose also. The scouts started to remove their uniforms. Billy spoke again, "We don't wear clothes once we are inside the doors. Everyone should put their clothes into one of the bigger canvas bags and their shoes into one of the smaller. Leave them on the floor with whatever you brought. You won't actually need any of it.

"That's odd", I commented.

Carl replied, "Not really. The temperature is comfortable, and we're among friends. Clothes would just be something extra to clean."

I couldn't argue that logic so I complied. It did feel liberating. The floor was warm and a little bouncy. I was about to sit on my bed when Carl stopped me. "Plenty of time for that later. Let's get ready for lineup." I walked to the front of the room with him where I stood next to him with my butt against the wall. Several of the scouts were already lined up. Everyone else was joining in when Nurse Lauren walked in with two of the biggest black guys I'd ever seen in person.

"Hurry up, boys. Don't dawdle", Nurse Lauren spoke loudly but with good humor. Everyone rushed to join the line. "Well isn't this a fine lineup? Counsellor Philip and Counsellor Rex, don't you think this is a fine lineup?"

Philip, who must be 6'5" and speaks with an impossibly deep voice, agreed. "This is a very fine lineup."

Rex is an inch shorter than Philip but has even broader shoulders. He weighed in, "We have a full house. That's what makes it so good."

"Rex is right", Nurse Lauren added. "It's so great to have all of you here. It really makes a difference. Let's see what we have here. I'm looking for someone who gets the special treat of sitting at the staff table for dinner. Tonight, that prize is going to whoever has the smallest willy. Our visitors have to know that they are going up against our two time champion, Billy." She walked up and down the line looking us over carefully. "Billy, I think you have a challenger. Step out of the line. Greggy, step out and stand next to him."

I was a little embarrassed, but I did as asked.

"Counsellors, come look", Nurse Lauren exhorted. Rex and Philip came around. "Impressive competition, right?"

Philip replied, "I haven't seen anything like this in a long time."

"Me neither", added Rex. "I haven't seen anything close to this since I was a kid. I think they need to get up higher so I can get a closer look. Roger and Carl, get down on all fours and let Greggy and Billy climb on your backs."

"Yes, Counsellor", Roger and Carl chanted in unison and dropped to the ground. I was a little surprised, but I climbed onto Carl's back. Billy stood on Roger. Nurse Lauren and the two Counsellors took a closer look.

"I think it's Greggy", offered Rex with a smile.

"It's close", said Philip, "but I think you've got it wrong, Rex. Billy wins again."

Nurse Lauren offered the tiebreaker. "Greggy, I'm sorry, but I have to agree with Philip. Billy wins again. Climb down, boys. Let's go have dinner."

I helped Carl up and we walked into the dining room. Billy joined the nurse and the Counsellors at the table with the tablecloth. The rest of us sat at the rectangular table. There was more food than I'd seen in months. We had steak, baked potatoes, corn on the cob, multiple salads, and fresh bread. I asked Carl, "Is there this kind of food every night?"

Carl answered, "Yes. I mean, I guess so. Sort of"

Nurse Lauren was standing. "I hope you will enjoy your meal. I just want to go through some house rules. If you put any food on your plate, you have to finish it. If Counsellors Philip or Rex or I stand up, everyone immediately stops eating and talking. If one of us says something, you have to do it immediately. That's how we keep you safe and happy."

We finished the meal which ended with brownies for dessert. Afterwards, we went to the recreation room where our switches were distributed. I logged in and I was surprised to find I was further ahead than I thought I'd be. My character no longer was in a tent but, instead, lived in a 1 room house decorated with a single bed, some cushions to sit on, a craft bench to build stuff, and a toy train set. I looked around for a bit and then pressed the button to see what I had in storage. More surprises awaited me. I seemed to have a large abundance of building materials but no furniture or clothing. I was wearing an outfit that looked very similar to the Cuke Scouts uniform. I closed that down and stepped outside. Standing outside my door was a character that looked like a 10 year old version of Vivian. As I was pondering that, a text bubble popped up over the character's head.

"Greggy, it's me Vivian. I'm visiting you from my island."

She must have sensed that I was looking furiously for a way to respond. "You are too new to the game to be able to answer me. For now, you'll just have to listen. What I need you to do is use the axe I gave you to chop down every tree on your island. For every tree that you chop down, I want you to plant an apple and gather up all the wood and oranges you can from the trees you've felled. Keep an eye out for balloons in the sky. Use the slingshot to pop the balloons and gather the prize boxes. Whenever you run out of space, run to the tent at the Center of town and sell everything you've collected. Once you've replaced all of the trees, go to the airport and tell them that you want to travel to a friend's island. They will suggest Krakatoa. That's where you want to go. I'll meet you there." These messages were spread over a dozen text bubbles. After the last one, she disappeared and the game gave me notice that "Queen Viv was leaving the island"

Of late I had noticed that thinking and remembering had become more difficult. I was nervous and did not want to disappoint her. After I chopped down the tree, I didn't know what to do with the stump. I asked the others.

Roger replied, "You are so lame. How can you not know that? You have a shovel, don't you?" I noticed that everyone except me was sitting together in a group. I was sitting off to the side. Roger continued, "Hey Carl, do you want to teach Lame-O how to use a shovel?"

I felt bad that Carl was going to have to come to my rescue again, but I felt worse about what actually happened. Without looking up, Carl weighed in. "I'm sure Lame-O knows how to use a shovel." At this point he looked up, "Right, Lame-O?" I looked at him in stunned silence, fighting back tears. I couldn't believe that he too had turned against me. "Right?"

My voice quivered as I answered, "I don't need your help."

Carl cracked up. "I think Lame-O is about to cry." Everyone joined him in laughter. I held in my tears and focused on Vivian's instructions. When I got to her island, she had an additional collection of requests. She taught me how to collect fruit, shellfish, wood, and stones. I sold the fruit and shellfish and saved the wood and stones to bring back to my island. I also collected weeds and sticks as a cleanup. As I did these tasks, I couldn't help but notice how beautiful her island was. She had piazzas with grand staircases and cars on ornate roads. Impressive sculptures were all about. When I would see her during my visit, she would be dressed in attractive clothing which made my scouts outfit seem shabby. The fact that my face was swollen from wasp stings accentuated the difference. She finally told me to go back to the airport and return to my island. Four hours had passed and I was exhausted. Literally as soon as I got the building materials in storage, Nurse Lauren walked in and announced that everyone should sign off.

Everyone else looked equally spent. I decided to pretend that the earlier interaction never happened. "So what do we do now?", I asked genially.

Roger retorted sarcastically, "Another lame question from Lame-O. What a surprise."

I felt my ***** boil and heard red in my rage. I lunged for him. He narrowly avoided my lunge. Before I had a chance to continue my attack, Counsellor Rex had grabbed my shoulder with one hand. I tried to pull away with the full ***** of my body but he was able to control me with one hand. He pushed down with that hand and I crumbled to the ground. In addition to my cognitive deficiencies I had also noticed that I had been feeling physically weaker. Even with that, I couldn't help but notice how strong the Counsellor was.

"Are you going to do what I say?, his voice was terrifying. I felt like I was going to cry again. I nodded. "I need to hear you say it. Say 'Counsellor, I'm going to do what you say'"

I sobbed out those words. Roger started to twitter until Rex gave him a glare that silenced him. Rex spoke softly. "I want you to get up and come with me to the office. Nurse Lauren is calling the people who brought you here." I did as he said and followed him to the office, the whole way staring at the floor and trying to silence my sobs.

I spent the next hour in a folding chair in Nurse Lauren's office. It was colder than the game room, so I stayed wrapped in a blanket that Rex had given me. I didn't know what to expect, but my stomach was churning with nausea and dread.

When Vivian and Mr Murtaugh arrived, I was sure that they were going to yell at me. Instead. Vivian came over and hugged me. "My poor little guy", she said consolingly.

The whole speech I had worked out fled me. Instead, I just started crying loudly. When I finally had breath to speak, all that I could muster was "They're ... so ... mean ... to me!"

"I know", she reassured me. "I think I know how to fix this."

"How?", I sobbed.

"They think you don't like them. You are the only one who hasn't moved in here permanently. That's why you are being treated differently." Her voice was really soft and soothing.

"Really?", I asked.

"I brought papers. If you sign them, you can move in right now. You'll still have to apologise to everyone, but I promise that they'll stop calling you names. I brought candy bars you can give to everyone as you apologise. They will love you for that, but even more because you'll be one of them. I had told the whole group how much you accomplished in ****** Crossing tonight. Everyone was so impressed. I felt so proud."

"Really?", I was starting to feel better.

She continued, "But you can imagine my shock and disappointment when I was told I needed to come here and maybe collect you. I calmed them down. They said that they would be OK for you to join permanently if you made a sincere apology." She handed me the document and a pen.

I was going to say something, but I noticed Mr Murtaugh had joined Vivian and that they were both staring at me intently.

"Yes, Ma'am." I nodded and signed the document.

She ruffled my hair. "I knew you'd be a good boy and make me proud". She went to find Nurse Lauren. Mr. Murtaugh didn't speak, but he had a contented look on his face.

Vivian was right. After I apologised to everyone and handed out the candy everyone was much nicer. I went back to being Greggy, which I had come to like as an alternative to Lame-O.

Nurse Lauren spoke, "This was an exciting night. It could have ended badly, but instead it ended beautifully. The Cuck Scouts are now complete. I think it's time to say goodbye to our visitors. All my boys have to get their rest. Lights out in 15 minutes. This is the first night of the rest of your lives.

I didn't see Vivian leave but I heard the lock click shut.

I'm happy to read this new chapter. I like the story and hope for a quick sequel
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Submissive Cuckold - lives for many years in a female-led marriage with a cuckold lifestyle.

seems like there isn't a next chapter? it would be so sad
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Submissive Cuckold - lives for many years in a female-led marriage with a cuckold lifestyle.

I wrote myself into a corner. There are two chapters left (i.e. two remaining boy scout tenets), but there are a couple ways to go to generate maximum "offense". I'll try to resolve this weekend.

Sounds nice, I hope for it so much
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Submissive Cuckold - lives for many years in a female-led marriage with a cuckold lifestyle.

Thank You for this amazing story and I hope you have more to tell!

I have done that with writing stories here. You are a much better author than I am, so I hope you get yourself out of the corner and you are able to finish. I adore this story and have the patience to wait. thank you for what you've posted so far and good luck!

Tell me about an ordinary day", Dr Garmin stared down at me.
I was sitting cross cross apple sauce, as we'd all been encouraged to do, on some brown shag carpeting - looking up at her in her chair. The carpet felt scratchy against my naked bum. I noticed that the carpet changed color, if I swept it to one side with my hand. I was using each hand to change the color darker with one hand and lighter with the other and then reversing.
"Stop fidgeting, Greggy, and answer my question." Her voice was not unkind, but it was stern. I sat up immediately.
"The funny thing, Dr Garmin, is that playing Ani-mal Crossing is the only thing that feels real in my life. We get up in the dark and we are all still ******. We each get a bowl of mush and a spoon from Chuck. Handing out the food is his chore. Each of us has a chore that is so routine that we can do it without thinking or talking. Mine is pushing a mop around the ******** area after everyone has finished eating and ********. Roger has thrown all of our pillows and covers into one bin and Billy has thrown all of our empty bowls and spoons into a different bin. It goes pretty quickly. Back when we had beds and clothes, things were more complicated. We walk through a room that feels a lot like a car wash. A machine squirts us one by one with soap, then another sprays us with water as we walk through rotating brushes. The water continues after the brushes end but then abruptly stops - replaced by a wall of wind that dries each of us off. We are all clean and dry when we return to the common area. It's gotten more efficient as our weekly laser treatments have eliminated the last of our body hair. By the time we get back to our room, our Nintendo switches are waiting for us to start playing." I looked up at her.
She smiled, "Well playing the game must be fun."
"I guess so", I responded. "It doesn't feel so much like a game as a job. We don't really play the game like it's meant to be played, I think. Each one of us has a different job. Carl does nothing but catch fish. Chuck does nothing but chop wood. My job is collecting fruit. I get a list of islands to go to and what to wear. I travel to each island on my list and shake trees and gather the fruit that falls. When my pockets are full, I sell the fruit at the store and leave the bags of bells in a field near the store. Sometimes I see the owner of the island or her friends pick up the money. If I see them, I press a button which makes my character quiver with joy."
She paused me, "How do you know it's the owner or a friend?"
I continued, "Around the same time that we switched to just doing one job each, Nurse Lauren explained to us that it would be better for the island owners if we looked like the computer generated villagers, who are all ani-mals, rather than players, who are humans. We were all given costumes. I'm usually either a bunny or a sheep. Anyone who is dressed like a human is an owner or guest. We always greet them with joy. Actually, sometimes we are told to dress as objects - usually lawn jockeys - and stand still as guests walk around us watching us quiver with joy. But, you said to describe a normal day. I'll usually generate about half a million bells a day which the owners can use to improve their islands."
"Do you take breaks?", she queried.
I thought for a moment. "If we have to do peepee or poopie, we raise our hands. Someone will accompany us to make sure we get our business done quickly. We also take a break for another bowl of mush which is accompanied by some meditation music. When we finish the day, we take our medicines and do some exercises that Carl tells us. Finally, we go to ***** listening to the same meditation music."
She seemed satisfied with my response. "I'm going to ask a few specific questions now. You may not know the answers, but just do your best. What are the freedoms of the Cuck Scouts?"
Without thinking, I answered. "Chodamp"
She looked at me quizzically.
Again, without thinking, I expanded: "Cursing, Hair, Orgasm, Decision, Al-cohol, Money, Pussy"
She looked happy with my answer. "That was perfect. How do you know that so well?"
"I don't know", I answered truthfully. "I just knew. I feel like I've always known."
"How about this one?", she continued "What is the Cuck Scout Law?"
"That one's easy", I replied. "'The Cuck obeys the Guardians. The Guardians help the Cuck shrink. The Guardians help the Cuck think.' Everyone knows that."
"I'm not so sure of that", she effused. "Only someone pretty special knows it as well as you do. I'm going to show you some pictures now." She handed me a photograph of a naked boob"
"You shouldn't have that", I said, handing it back to her.
She continued proffering it. "You may look at it as long as you want. You may keep it if you like."
I stared at the floor. "I don't want to look at it. It makes me uncomfortable. You shouldn't have something like that." I did not understand why the picture made me so anxious. Part of me seemed to think the picture was perfectly normal. Another part was strongly triggered with a sense, not that the picture itself was bad, but that it was very bad for me or anyone like me to see it.
She put it away and ruffled my hair. "You are such a good boy. I don't want you to be uncomfortable. I'll put the rest of these away, and you don't have to look at them. I will need to ask you one more tough question, though."
That made me anxious, and she saw it in my face. She put her hand on my shoulder to soothe me. Oddly, I found it made my anxiety disappear. "You don't have to be anxious. I promise this is the last question, and you can take as long as you like", her voice sounded like a song.
"OK, doctor", I smiled at her. I made eye contact with her but felt an overwhelming urge to look down at the floor.
As I did so, she patted my head and spoke/sang, "So good. Just so good. Here's what I need to know: What happened on your worst day?"
I had no doubt as to what was the worst day, and I think she knew also. "We had finished our Ani-mal Crossing for the day. We have a half hour after the lights go out when we can talk before we have to go to *****. Mike said that he'd suddenly remembered something. He said that Nurse Lauren had asked him to lead us all touching ourselves until we squirted. He said that he would get in trouble for forgetting. I can remember that this was something I used to do a lot, and liked to do. Recently, though, every time I would start, I would get an anxious feeling like I was doing something very wrong. It's like the feeling I had with your picture. I think everyone has been having a similar reaction; nobody seemed particularly enthusiastic. Mike insisted that we needed to do this to make Nurse Lauren happy and to keep him from getting in trouble. We all sat in a circle. Nobody needed more than a finger and a thumb and some of us just used our whole hands to rub up and down on the whole area. We were all going at it when Nurse Lauren came in."
Dr Garmin asked, "What did she do?"
I replied, "She just started screaming at us and calling us nasty boys. I don't think I've ever heard anyone that angry. Most of us were crying. She told us that a doctor was going to come that very night and fix us. I thought she might have been exaggerating, but, within 20 minutes, nurses were giving us shots that made us go to *****. When we woke up the next morning, Rex explained that we had been infibulated. He said that all of our shrinkage had undone our circumcisions because our foreskins did not shrink. The doctors had sewn our foreskins shut which left each of us with an identical nub. He said that the doctors had also sewn our testicles into our abdomens and tightened our foreskins. All of us had pubic areas that looked like outie bellybuttons. We all hurt at least a little, and Rex told us that today would be spent convalescing. We would have a visit from all of the guardians, though."
Dr Garmin looked down, "So was that your worst day - the day you spent recovering from these procedures and had to face the guardians?"
"No", I said. "The worst day was the day before. I was so upset that I, that we all had disappointed Nurse Lauren. It was all I could think about the next morning; it was worse than the pain. I was dreading seeing her again, but when she came in she was really nice. She talked to each of us privately which was special. When she got to me she called me a 'brave boy' and spoke of a 'fresh start'. I told her that I was so sorry and would do anything she said. She smiled and said, 'Yes. Yes you will.' At that point, the day became one of the best. The Nurses and Counsellors were speaking about the meeting with the Guardians as very important, but none of us were worried about that. The whole meeting was pretty anti-climactic. I don't really remember who led it, but I knew that I once knew who she was. She said that the day's law was Bravery, and that we had all been very brave. She was saying something about how they had not been fully honest with us, but I lost track when Billy pinched me. Mr Mutaugh was there on stage. I felt happy that I remembered his name when he, very surprisingly, pulled his pants down. Everyone started giggling because, instead of a peepee, he had what looked like an arm or the trunk of an elephant hanging from his pelvis. It just didn't make sense. A beautiful woman was there with him. I knew her, too, but I couldn't remember her name. She told us that we were brave boys and good villagers, and that our lives were becoming so good that we wouldn't even be able to remember anything bad. She was right. I couldn't remember anything bad. At that point, she started taking off her own clothes and stroking Mr Murtaugh's extra arm. It was growing to an unbelievable size, but I knew I shouldn't be seeing this. I shut my eyes and plugged my ears with my fingers. When Nurse Lauren tapped my shoulder and told me I could go back to our room, I wanted to hug her with gratitude. Later on, I touched myself down there. My little nub on a smooth mons just felt right. Of course I am a good villager. Of course I am a brave boy."

thank you for the new chapter
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Submissive Cuckold - lives for many years in a female-led marriage with a cuckold lifestyle.

I am so in love with your story that I never want it to end! I keep reading just a little of your last additions, and then going back to the beginning to read it over again.
This is so brilliant, and going back, knowing how the "Cuck Scouts" get manipulated into their current position, has continually excited me. I am currently at the point where the Cuck Scouts have been caught masturbating and Nurse Lauren has told them the Doctor would "fix them." Had to stop there and start over, as to not wanting it to end. The way you describe the Cuck Scout's "Freedoms" as the things they are not allowed, was another stroke of brilliance (Cursing, Hair, Orgasms, Decisions, Alc0hol, Money, Pussy)!
To be able to serve a wife to this extreme is such a dream come true! Thank you for sharing this mind-blowing story!

Just finished! You are such a genius! What a magnificent story!

Wow. Thanks. I'm a little sad to be going into the final chapter. Personally, I've been cut off from access to porn sites, but I got a waiver for CP until I finish the story.

I am a little sad too, that it will end with the next chapter.
Do you think you'd be allowed to continue, after the final chapter, with the story told from Vivian's point of view? That would be incredible.
Thanks again for sharing this great story!

Hope all is well as you finish this beloved story!

Hello dougie13 (I'd bet you prefer to be called Doug). I was wondering if you were going to be allowed to finish this wonderful story. And, have you read "Lost?" A similar theme to your story. Wishing you all the best in finishing "The Club!"

"I feel like I'm talking to myself."

"Really?" It's a woman's voice, and it sounds like it could be coming from anywhere. "Would that be so bad? You sort of are talking to yourself."

"Maybe you can tell me your name. That might help."

She laughed. "I can't imagine why that would help. If you are talking to yourself, what would stop you from giving yourself another name. My name is Ward, by the way. ...and you are talking to me, even if you are talking to yourself also"

"That doesn't make sense. Ward is a man's name.",

She laughed again. "Gender is a cultural construct; especially for me. You do remember that I am an artificial intelligence, right?"

We had been fitted with what felt like permanent headphones about a week prior. They are pretty amazing. "What am I thinking about?", I asked.

"You are thinking about how amazing I am. At the same time you are thinking about how I am able to hear what you are saying while monitoring what you are thinking. You are wondering how I am able to combine those into a document for those who are following your story.

"So?", I asked, expectantly.

"Three paragraphs up reads, ' We had been fitted with what felt like permanent headphones about a week prior. They are pretty amazing. "What am I thinking about?", I asked.'

"That's amazing!", I gushed. "I can't believe you can do that. It's perfect. You are perfect."

"I'm not even done with stage 1. As I learn more about how you think, I'll become even better at reading you...at helping you."

"And, I can ask you anything?", I queried.

"You can ask me anything, but I'm only trained to answer appropriate questions. If you ask me about a movie that isn't G rated, I won't have an answer for you." She sounded so human.

I decided to see if I could have a conversation without speaking so I thought about stage 1 and how long that would take and how many stages there are.

She laughed again. "I know this is going to disappoint you, but I can't communicate directly with your brain, yet. That is one of the limitations of stage 1. You have to listen to my voice."

"I like your voice, I mean...", I trailed off shyly.

"You are so sweet. You will still get to hear my voice, but I will also just be in your thoughts. Stage 1, since you asked, will be finished this week. Part of the Deprecation celebration is that you get access to Stage 2. It wasn't originally going to be like that, but it was changed because of you."

"Because of all of us?", I asked quizzically.

"No", she replied. "It was because of you individually. We didn't expect the side effect from the implants, but mostly it didn't matter. You were the only one doing any writing – even if you aren't reading."

It was true. After the ear pieces were installed, all written or printed text just looked like meaningless squiggles. I knew that they meant something, but I didn't know what. Moreover, when I tried to write, the result was just a bunch of loops. I know that letters and words exist, but I can't figure out how to form them or what they are supposed to look like.

She continued. "The Guardians like the written record you've made of your experiences. They felt strongly that you should be encouraged to finish. So it is really because of you that Stage 1 is going to complete almost a month early. After the deprecation, I will be in your head helping you not just find answers but also formulate questions. I'll be able to think with you, think for you even."

"What am I thinking now?", I asked playfully.

"Greggy", she said sternly. "I don't want to hear about you having to go peepee. You can leave me out of those internal conversations."

"Sorry", I said sheepishly.

"So go.", she directed.

The urinals in the bathroom were gone. The four stalls had had their doors and walls removed. Carl was sitting on one of the potties. I sat down and took the same stance as his – leaning forward. If we sat up, there was too much chance that the pee would squirt up and miss the bowl. I remembered how I used to like to read while sitting on the toilet. There were now multiple reasons why that was impossible. I finished and I heard her singing.

"Wipe, wipe, wipe yourself – always front to back...", she laughed again.

"I thought you didn't want involvement", I retorted.

"I don't want any silliness, but I will definitely involve myself in your hygiene.", she countered. "I'm here to help you. Speaking of which, it is time to get back to ****** Crossing."

"It is weird playing the game now", I complained. "Since I can't read anymore, I don't understand what any of the game characters are trying to say."

"You won't be playing much longer. The game ends with the Deprecation. Then you will move on to new tasks and the next phase of your life. In the meantime, too much free time can only lead to bad thinking. When you get on the island, collect all the fruit and seashells, rocks and wood, and then spend the rest of the time catching bugs. When you fill up your pockets, just leave everything in front of the store. Somebody who can read will come and sell everything. You should dress like a froggy today. That will be cute."

"What is 'bad thinking'", I asked.

"That is probably too complicated for you to understand", she replied. "I'll be able to help you work through it once we get to Stage 2, but you should just assume that all thinking is potentially bad. Keep your hands busy and follow instructions."

I queried, "Couldn't you just read for me? It would make the game better; I could be more productive."

"That's a nice idea, but it sounds like you are thinking – ironically, just what I told you to avoid. We could do that, but there isn't much point. You really won't have to read anything going forward, and we are all pretty much done with the game. The Guardians all have beautiful islands and a billion bells each. Playing video games is not your future.", she concluded.

"What is my future?", I asked. I was pretty sure she would not answer.

She laughed. "You are right. I'm not going to spoil the surprise. And I'm beginning to think that I am talking to a lazy boy who is procrastinating. Is that what you want?"

"No", I replied. "I'll get on the game now".


On the day of the Deprecation, we all got dressed in new khaki uniform shorts outfits that had been laid out for us. There were three different color neckerchiefs: 5 gold, 5 white, and 2 plaid. As we were preparing to dress, I noticed that Al and Carter, who were given the plaid neckerchiefs, had bigger peepees than the rest of us. They weren't too big to look at like some in the photographs that we were shown in our aversion therapy, but they were noticeably larger than the rest of us – almost an inch long in Al's case. I, and the four others who were given the gold neckerchiefs, were the smallest in the room. We had pink, jellybean sized nubs on our otherwise smooth crotches. Those who had the white neckerchiefs, were in the middle – all about a half inch long. After we dressed, we heard Nurse Lauren on the PA.

"Well done, boys. You all look great, and I am so proud of all of you. Today is meant to be full of surprises, but we have to give some away now to make the day perfect. By the end of the day, you will all be split up into packs. You'll learn more about this at the ceremony, but for now I want the boys in the white neckerchiefs to line up behind Carter. You will be the bear pack. I want the boys in gold handkerchiefs to line up behind Al. You are the wolf pack. When we get to the ceremony, we want you to march in slowly, bears first and then wolves, and stand around the fire. Then, one by one, take off all of your clothes except your neckerchiefs and throw them into the fire. Why don't you practice walking until I tell you to come in. Do what Carter and Al tell you."

Al turned toward us. "OK guys, you heard Nurse Lauren. Let's practice walking."

I wasn't used to having Al as an authority figure. He had always been a peer. I was so accustomed to doing what I was told, though, that it was not hard to accept one more person in charge of me.

Nurse Lauren came back on the PA. "OK, boys. It's showtime."

"Pomp and Circumstance" started to play. We all followed Carter in a line that ended with me in the penultimate and Billy in the final positions. As we walked into the auditorium, I noticed that everyone in the seats wore robes and hoods. After we had taken our places around the fire, Billy took off his clothes and threw them into the flames. I followed suit and Roger after me. In short order, we were all naked except for our neckerchiefs. The women in the auditorium rose from their seats and slowly made their way past us to a raised stage where all but one sat in armchairs. That woman approached a podium at the front of the stage and addressed us.

"Hello, boys", she spoke in a soft and kind voice. "I am a Guardian. We...", she signaled the others on stage, "...are the Guardians. We take responsibility for you and we take care of you. You were broken men, but now you are boys and you are fixed. It was quite a journey. You had to learn 11 laws to get here, and now there is just one to go. It is the most important law, and it is the only one you will need going forward. That law is Obedience. You've been working on it for months, and you've all made great strides. There are just a few more steps. Before we discuss them, I want you to understand your packs. Al and Carter, you are Weblows. You will be living with Guardians. You will do whatever you are told when you are in our houses. Outside of our houses, though, you will supervise the other packs. Neither the bears nor the wolves are allowed to talk to the Guardians. Bears can talk to any Weblow and to wolves. Wolves may speak only when spoken to. If ever anything unexpected happens, do what the Weblows tell you to do. If there are no Weblows around, bears should corral the wolves and take them to the last place they saw a Weblow. If wolves get separated from their Weblow and there are no bears to take charge, they should sit down where they are and wait for someone to collect them."

We looked at each other.

"I'd like the wolves to stand up: Billy, Greggy, Roger, Lenny, and Arthur."
We stood up.

She continued, "I hope you understand how special you are. The Deprecation is a time to recognize smallness and to cherish powerlessness. You wolves may be the smallest and least powerful males of all time. This exalts you in our pantheon. The final steps of Obedience are to naturally know who to obey and to do so without thought – by instinct. Wolves obey everyone, so you will have an advantage. Now I want everyone to get dressed again."

Behind each of us was a new shorts uniform – this one in navy blue rather than khaki. We dressed again and returned to the fire.

After a pause, she spoke again. "Billy, please approach the podium." Billy walked onto the stage and approached the podium. She whispered to Billy for about a minute. He then bowed and returned to his place.

"Greggy, please approach the podium."

I felt a nervous tingling in my stomach as I climbed the stage and walked to the podium. My eyes flashed up and I recognized Brenda.

"Greggy, please look down", she whispered kindly but urgently.

"Yes, Ma'am", I was embarrassed.

"Greggy, are you ready for your deprecation", she asked.

"Yes, Ma'am."

"Do you give yourself to the group?", she continued.

"Yes Ma'am"

She finished, "You are no longer Greggy. You are now Ward of Wolf Pack. Please bow and return to your place."
I walked back to the fire. She called Roger to the stage.

I whispered to Billy, "What is your name?"

He looked at me. "I am Ward of Wolf Pack. Shh."

I was confused. "But..."

He glared. "Shhhhhh!!!"

I wondered whether there was some extraordinary coincidence at work or whether we were all now named Ward.
She worked her way through the circle, finishing with Carter. In my head, I was hit with a thought. They were married. Brenda and Carter were married. They are married. This seemed like an extraordinary revelation. I felt like I was on the verge of solving some amazing puzzle.

Brenda spoke again, "That brings us to the last event of the Deprecation. We are going to flip the switch that will put our technology into Stage 2."

I thought I heard the sound of my own heart beating and then pounding – waves of sound building toward a crescendo. Then a flash of light and a quiet implosion as I felt my brain collapsing.

I have a name. My name is...

My name is Ward. You know my name.

Where did that thought come from? I was thinking of something important.

Obey first. Don't ask questions, later.

What, I'm trying to think.

Obey first. Don't ask questions, later.

I was thinking about her. She has a name. What was her name.

My name is Ward. I know my name.

What was I thinking about?

I can relax. I don't have to think.

I don't have to think.

I can look for someone to obey. Where is Al?

I can obey Al. I am Ward of Wolf Pack.

I am happy.

I am happy.


Several years later, I am working in a yard – trimming a hedge. There is a man and a woman sitting by a pool. I avert my gaze; I should not look at them. I see that Al is sitting in a chair looking through a comic book. It makes me feel happy and comfortable knowing he is there. Two men are walking in the road past the yard. I avert my gaze again, but I can hear them talking.

"More cuck scouts. Where are they all coming from?"

"I don't know, but that is not our problem. What if our wives are wrong? I'm pretty sure that there are guys with big phalluses out there. Not all of the porn can be fake."

"Dude, we kind of brought this on ourselves. Let's play along with our wives – let them think we are becoming super perfect husbands. They'll get bored and we can go back to being the same swinging dicks that they married."

I listen to them. I am Ward of Wolf Pack. I am happy.

Thank you all for sticking with it. Now that it is done, I'm going to let Her read it. Maybe she'll like it and I can do another. Keep on cucking.

SO HAPPY YOU CONTINUED THIS WONDERFUL STORY!!!!!!!
I have been putting off reading what I fear is the conclusion to one of my favorite stories of all time, because I never want it to end.
Thank you for this next chapter, and please consider rewriting the story, from the beginning, from Vivian's point of view.