I never thought I’d be writing a post with that title, but here we are.

This was my first jerkoff race, and yeah, it was every bit as humiliating as it sounds.

We met this couple through kink spaces online. They were friendly, experienced, and very clearly comfortable pushing buttons. The guy, in particular, seemed interested in me in a way I wasn’t interested in returning. I got the sense he wanted something different from the night than I did, and that boundary stayed firm.

Things shifted when Annie took control of the situation.

Before anything competitive happened, both women were the focus. Annie guided things her way, and the attention stayed where she wanted it. By the time she decided to change the game, we were all very aware of who was in charge.

That’s when she announced the race.

The two of us were placed face to face. The rule was simple and cruel. Whoever finished first would lose. And the consequence would be public.

I could feel Annie watching me closely. I knew she wanted me to win. The problem is, I have been trained not to rush. Control has been drilled into me over time. Edging, patience, restraint. All of that suddenly worked against me.

I worked hard anyway. I made a show of it. I stayed close without crossing the line. I could tell something was off though, like there was more to the setup than she was saying out loud.

Then he lost control.

He finished first, visibly, undeniably. Some of it landed on me, which only added to the humiliation. I remember standing there, naked, marked, processing what had just happened.

That’s when the real rule was revealed.

As the first to finish, he was ordered to finish me. It wasn’t a suggestion. It wasn’t optional.

So that’s how I found myself standing in my living room, naked, humiliated, and still hard, while my wife watched with that satisfied smile she gets when everything goes exactly according to her plan. The other woman watched too, curious and unflinching, as her husband followed orders.

When it was over, Annie looked me in the eye the entire time. That was the part that stuck with me. The ownership. The certainty. The fact that she never once looked away.

I stood there afterward, catching my breath, realizing that this was just another example of how far my life has shifted.

And how deeply I belong where I am.

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