At 33 years old, Nick was supposed to be in his prime as a Man. He was in better shape than he had been in years. Nick had a good job as a software developer. He was also in a long-term relationship that was the envy of all his friends and colleagues. Yup, he was doing well. “According to anyone’s standards, I should be happy, very happy,” he thought.
The problem is that he wasn’t. External appearances can be deceiving. Despite all appearances of how his life was, he wasn’t happy at all. That’s just the way it had been for years. He never attempted to do anything to change it because, despite his inability to find happiness, he wasn’t stupid. He knew that changing his career wouldn’t help. He also knew that his relationship with Josie was as good as it’d ever get for him. He was in the best possible place, but he wasn’t happy. Figuring that he was just broken, he continued living his life the best he could, and that’s how his twenties went by, one day after another going through the motions at work, at home, and in the bedroom.
Josie, however, was much different from Nick. She was a few years younger and not nearly as career-driven. She found happiness in the little things in life like decorating the house, trips to local attractions, and being the caregiver that she was. Nick loved these things about her but never understood what she saw in him. While others would say, they made a good team? Behind closed doors, things weren’t as good. They had sex infrequently, often going months at a time without having sex. While Nick didn’t seem to mind much, it was perhaps the one area where Josie was obviously unhappy with their lives. He couldn’t give her an orgasm. She would often ask him to be more dominant in the bedroom, and though he tried, he knew he couldn’t give her what she wanted. Nick had a small penis, and despite his seemingly good looks, he had always struggled with getting women. He had been a virgin until he was 19, and by the time he met Josie, he had only been with 3 women. He often felt more like a boy than a man, and this just added to his confusion.
One early Spring, when Nick was 26, he was working on a project for a client. The project involved him working on a team to build a competing product to Tumblr – a popular site at the time. Nick being Nick, would take his work home with him. It was one of those late nights while browsing the various features that he was expected to replicate that Nick came across porn. Lots and lots of porn.
Obviously, Nick had seen porn before. He watched it constantly in his teens and never quite kicked the habit of watching beautiful women getting fucked every which way, but he always viewed this on sites like Pornhub. Tumblr was a different kind of animal.
The first image he saw was of a woman bent over with a massive cock inside her stretched-out pussy, she wore it with an expression of pure ecstasy on her face. In the corners of the image was her husband inches away from her face, obviously watching every thrust and hearing every sound. Nick was shocked at how excited he was by it.
This is how Nick’s addiction started, and while we will get to that in detail, first there is still a little more ground to cover before we get to the present day.
Nick spent months and months watching cuckold porn, looking at captions of wives dominating their husbands in various ways. Some would lock them in chastity, others would peg them, some would sissify them, and some would do it all and more. Nick would look at it all and fantasize about all of these things, but most of all, he liked reading stories about cheating wives and girlfriends on sites like literotica. The bigger the cocks, the more dominating the guy, and the more depraved the women would be, the more he liked it. These men were the opposite to him, and the women reacted in ways he’d never experienced a woman being with him. It was so exciting, and he would have done anything to be a cuckold.
However, Nick went about life as normal, indulging in what he had come to believe was a fetish whenever he could.
Over a year later, he finally managed, through trembling anxiety, to tell Josie about his cuckold fantasies. How he wanted to see her fucked by a real man and to be her cuckold sub. While she seemed to like the idea as a fantasy, it became clear that she wasn’t interested in it becoming a reality. She even got upset, mostly by Nick’s obvious obsession with wanting to be her cuckold sub. Since then, he could count on one hand the number of times they indulged in this fantasy together.
So, Nick went back to living his life. He even stopped looking at all of the porn. He managed to slip back into a routine again, and things stayed that way for a long time. The shame he felt after the way she reacted was enough to keep him away for a time. Deep down, he knew that he would relapse.
Nick’s relapse was intense.
Josie may have been interested in being fucked by other men, but seeing how submissive Nick really was had obviously repulsed her. He knew that she loved him and would rather suffer through his inadequate sexual abilities than risk seeing him like that and losing all attraction and respect for the one she loved.
Nick’s mind focused instead on dominant women who enjoyed their power over weak boys like him. The porn became even more extreme, with dommes making their subs suck cock for them, cleaning creampies, and it didn’t take long before Nick was craving more.
He started looking at pictures of big cocks, admiring the size and girth and thinking about how weak and pathetic he would feel being fucked in front of a beautiful domme. He would always spurt so quickly looking at captions of forced bi scenes. There would be moments of shame, and then the uncontrollable urge would return. It always returned. He told himself that it was just part of his fetish. He told himself this frequently.
As a logical person, he was rarely, if ever, wrong. He understood sexual attraction as part of natural selection. He knew that evolution meant that the most desirable men, those with the best genes, got the most women. He knew that women instinctively avoided boys like him.
It made sense to him that he would fantasize about being used and abused by women that didn’t want him. He even rationalized that it was probably a completely normal product of being a sub that he’d find women having him dominated by other men a massive turn-on.
What Nick didn’t understand was that evolution plays its hand on all of us. He wasn’t truthful with himself.
Now in his 30s, and at the beginning of the pandemic, things took an even more drastic turn for Nick.
After years of repeating the same shame cycle and multiple relapses, Nick had accepted that maybe he was a little bit more interested in cock than he had initially admitted to himself. In the time since his first relapse in his twenties, he had become aware that he was often craving the feeling of what a cock would feel like up his ass. He figured that he was probably bi-curious and that it made sense that a sub would crave being used by dominant men. He knew it was dominant men he wanted because he always wanted the biggest cocks. It was just the men’s bodies that grossed him out.
“How can I be bi when I don’t even like the men?” He thought.
“I just want to be used by their big cocks and put in my place.”
He’d fantasize about being made into a pussyfree cuckold that would be forced into chastity and made to cum from degrading interrogation handjobs and through being ass-fucked by hung men. He wanted to be denied by women and be made to worship their pussies that were reserved for real men.
It was around this time that Nick signed up to Twitter. He’d hoped to find an endless source of all of his favorite porn on there, but there were a lot more dommes on there posting about something very different.
Black cock.
Thousands of women going black only, countless snowbunnies.
Nick couldn’t blame them. With giant cocks and superior genetics, black men were more than willing to use the hottest women however they pleased, which is the goal of all snowbunnies. With black men’s perfect skin, muscular bodies, and masculine energy, he understood the appeal. But he was still shocked.
Nick also noticed that even whiteboys on Twitter were giving themselves over to black cock. Nick couldn’t understand why they were willing to feminize themselves or do most of the things that they were, for that matter.
As the pandemic continued, more and more of Nick’s Twitter became filled with BBC worship and BNWO images and videos. Nothing looked better to him than the images of whitegirls being stretched open by thick hard black cocks. The expressions of pure bliss, addiction, and lust on their faces made him lose his mind. It was apparent that no whites could ever compare.
More time passed, and by now, Nick was in his old pattern of desiring cock, cumming, followed by denial. The only difference was that now he was focused on black cock. He didn’t feel grossed out as he used to when he looked at the few whites he could find with big cocks. Almost all black men have huge cocks, but they were all superior to whites, and Nick’s inferior biological programming was responding to it. He was becoming addicted, scrolling through Twitter; he hadn’t yet noticed how he was only focused on black cock and not the women.
But, Nick’s addiction was still only beginning. Soon he would become owned by the most intelligent, sexy snowbunny and domme on Twitter. She was going to push him further than he could even imagine, and he would fall in love with her, becoming her cuckold in the process. She was going to open his eyes to the truth, make him serve, and he was going to worship her for it.