Sometimes I feel a little bad for the cuck.

Then I think about what actually happened and start laughing again.

I was at Levi and his owner’s place last night, and apparently he had managed to piss her off about something before I got there. I didn’t even ask what he’d done. That’s between them. I just knew she was in one of those moods where every little bit of authority she has over him was going to get exercised, preferably with me there to help make the point.

She started teasing him about his little dick.

Nothing especially unusual there. Levi isn’t exactly blessed between the legs, and she knows damn well that embarrassing him about it gets a reaction. But then she looked at me and told me to unlock his chastity cage.

Okay. Now I was interested.

I unlocked him, took the cage off, and stepped back. Then she gave Levi his opportunity.

Get completely hard.

If his erect dick was bigger than mine while I was completely soft, he could fuck her.

Now, here’s the fucked-up part.

There was absolutely no chance he was winning this contest.

We all knew it. She knew it. I knew it. And poor Levi definitely knew it. I’ve seen the guy hard plenty of times. His fully erect dick still doesn’t come close to what I’m hanging when I’m completely limp.

But she wasn’t going to let that little detail save him from participating.

So there I stood naked and completely soft while Levi had to masturbate in front of both of us. I didn’t have to do a damn thing. My entire contribution to the contest was basically standing there with my dick hanging between my legs while he worked himself harder and harder, knowing exactly what comparison was coming.

Eventually he was fully erect.

She told us to stand beside each other.

That was when I almost lost it.

I’m hanging there soft. Levi is as hard as he can possibly get, his little pecker sticking straight out and already starting to drip from all the attention and humiliation.

And I’m still bigger.

Not close. Not questionable. There was no measuring tape required and certainly no recount.

She laughed.

I laughed.

Levi did not laugh.

She took her time looking at both of us side by side, teasing him about how unfair it looked and reminding him that he’d just been given his chance. All he had to do was beat my soft dick.

He couldn’t.

What really got me was how fucking hard he stayed through the whole thing. Here’s his owner laughing at his dick while comparing it directly to mine, and his body is basically announcing that yes, apparently this situation is working just fine for him.

Of course, she still wasn’t finished.

She cuffed his hands behind his back and positioned him where he could watch us. His chance to have her was officially over. Now he was going to watch me enjoy the privilege he’d just failed to earn.

So that’s what he did.

He watched.

And I noticed something while his owner and I were busy together.

That little dick stayed hard.

After everything she’d said. After losing the most unfair dick-measuring contest in history. After being cuffed and made to watch another man with her, Levi was still standing there with an erection.

I have to respect the commitment.

It didn’t finally disappear until well after the two of us were finished.

And once it did?

Back into the chastity cage it went.

Poor Levi.

He never had a fucking chance.