GITJ Tangent Story: A Special Offer, p3 by ResistanceIsFutile

Third and final installment of our in-the-not-so-distant future tangent. Enjoy.

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Patricia led Harry by the hand as they walked across the parking lot. Harry’s vision swam as he bumbled after his wife like a drunken toddler. He could barely stay on his feet. As he stumbled his way up to the glass doors at the front of the small building he was quickly let inside by a woman waiting on the other side of the door who was manning  the front counter of the shop.

“Hi you two!” the brunette woman said. Dressed like the girl at the drive-thru, she was also wearing a light-blue uniform that called to mind a diner or soda shop from the 1950’s. But if Bessie, the girl at the window was curvy, this older woman was absolutely stacked. “You must be Patricia, and you must be Harry,” the woman continued, now looking Harry right in the eyes, “I’m Beth, Beth Benson, Bessie’s mom. I know your wife from our little group, but we've unfortunately never got to meet in person before. Oooh boy, your wife is quite the beaut isn't she, Harry?" She teased from behind the front counter.

Harry didn't respond. He stood there in a fog, his skin pale and sweaty as he stared blankly at one spot in particular.

Beth and Patricia shared a knowing glance before Beth reached out to him and put her hand on his arm."Harry, dear, you don't look well. Is everything…alright?"

Harry's vision swam as his hormones went into overdrive. Harry's mind was filled with visions of Beth's luscious tits, and he found himself fixated on them, unable to look away.

What was happening wasn't at all subtle. Harry blatantly leered at the big breasts in front of him and he let out a quiet moan as he felt his member travel down his pant leg and lengthen, slowly becoming harder than it had ever been.

Beth and Patricia both took a moment to watch his obvious predicament before Patricia began lightly patting Harry on the back.

"Don't worry, Harry is just fine. Aren't you Harry?"

<brrrp> a small burp escaped from Harry as he felt all the eyes in the room converge for a quiet moment on him as everybody stared. Even in his dazed state of mind Harry felt his face slowly turn red as shame and embarrassment began to well up inside him.  After a long moment that felt like an eternity, he felt his eyes drift away from Beth's breasts, and instead focus on the ground in front of his feet.

"See?” Patricia cooed, her voice now that of an indulgent mother, “All he needed was a good burp. Now he’s all better. Huh honey?"

Harry said nothing.

"Oh Harry, it's okay. A little burp is nothing to be embarrassed about," Beth assured him, her tone also  one that might be used with a kindergartner,  "You must have been a very thirsty boy weren't you?" Beth paused and looked up at Patricia, her voice flattening, "How much did he manage?"

"He drank them all!!" Patricia all but cheered, her glee and excitement evident as she discreetly rubbed her legs together.

"Oh did you hear that girls? He managed to drink them all!" Beth called out to the rest of the room.

The place erupted in cheers, suddenly drawing Harry's attention. There were a dozen or so women here sitting around one large table made up of several smaller ones put together into a makeshift conference table, the women were attractive to a fault, and all shared a fierce look of determination.They were all tired of their pompous husbands who only saw them for their more ‘physical’ assets. Left at home as trophy wives they’d held none of the power or respect that their husbands had, until they took matters into their own hands. The balance of power was shifting. Behind closed doors many of these women already held all the power and control in the relationship. Their husband’s vast power and influence was already theirs to wield, and now they were looking to ‘share the wealth’, and Patricia had just been invited to their inner circle.

The table almost managed to look professional, except for the thin paper tablecloth they used to cover it. It was reminiscent of  something out of a doctor's office, and it looked starkly out of place next to the otherwise retro-soda shop setting.

Beth gestured her hands out toward the group of women seated at the table. "These ladies here are the founding members of our little Facebook group, and we have our special guest Maya Descartes, senior V.P. of Business Development at BOOMfood's parent company. She has graciously offered to give our group a little presentation."

All the women stood and clapped as Maya, or Ms. Descartes, as she liked to be known in these situations,stood up and headed toward the front of the room. She was gorgeous, absolutely breathtaking in a natural, earth-mother sort of way. She towered over the rest of the women standing at, at least 6′ 5″ or 6’6” in her heels, and she was certainly dressed to impress. Casual but professional, her button up shirt stained under the pressure of her massive chest and surprisingly toned muscles. She had been with the company for years, but, if anything, she seemed to be getting younger as she aged. A testament to the company's products and the authority she carried herself with.

"Thank you, Thank you, I am very happy to be here," she said with a slight accent, one that Harry had trouble placing. "What you ladies have done here today is truly remarkable, and I hope it is a sign of many things to come." Maya slowly scanned the room taking the time to look everyone in the face until her eyes landed on Harry with a smirk. "Now if we could all get seated I would like to begin."

Beth stepped out from behind the counter to help the two to their seats paying special attention to Harry as she did so.

"Now Harry, don't you worry your head one bit,” Beth told him, “It's okay if you want to go sit in the back out of the way. I understand it's been a hard day for you. I would understand if you want to sit back, relax, and take a load off. You just do whatever feels right, okay honey?" She sat him down right behind his wife’s place at the table before giving Patricia a sly wink. "Now if you two need anything, I'm in charge of this little get together here, so you just let me know. Whatever I can do to make you more comfortable." She leaned forward putting her breasts, again, in Harry's face. Once she was satisfied that she had his full undivided attention she headed back to her place at the front of the table behind Ms. Descartes.

"So, ladies, I would like to start this presentation off by congratulating you," Ms. Descartes began, "It is because of you that this event is such a wild and unprecedented success. This franchise has sold over two thousand 'specials' today, and the news media have been giving us plenty of attention, and it's all thanks to you and your efforts. Just today, your so called 'little Facebook group’ has surpassed sixteen thousand members, and it is growing by the second."

The women in the room all clapped, happy to bask in their accomplishments as Harry began to absently stroke his member through his pants. It was so hard to focus. He could barely understand anything that was being said. Instead, his mind focused on what was directly in front of him: the large breasts of nearly every woman in the room.

Anywhere he looked there they were taunting him and teasing him. Very few women in this room were wearing a bra. They instead went free, their nipples poking out from hiding underneath their nice thin shirts. They mercilessly drew Harry's attention, beckoning him to not only glance but stare. They weren't hiding, they wanted to be seen, they wanted to be stared at, ogled, and lusted for. They were there to be fixated on and worshiped.

Harry's hand slowly found its way to his member tucked snuggly in his pants, and began to caress it harder and harder. If Harry were in his right mind, he might’ve noticed that he fit a bit too snugly. Something was strange, something was wrong, but he was too distracted to see it. He had a problem, and it was quickly growing out of control.

Though absolutely aware of what Harry was doing, Maya continued along blithely. "Men right now are in a crisis and they don't know where to turn. The world is changing and they don't know what to believe anymore. The old ways are going away and the new ways are coming,” she explained, “but they aren't here quite yet." That brought a reaction from the assembled ladies, hoots and hollers. Ms. Descartes continued after the applause and praise died down. "BOOMfood seeks to help lead the way for womankind, but until the FDA comes through with their clearance they can't help us. That is why we've decided, with the help of the Bensons here, to take matters into our own hands. ‘Operation Overload’ seeks to give our men the push they need to make the right decisions, and if you need proof of that why don't we look at Harry here."

Harry paused his fondling, suddenly aware that all eyes  were on him again. The others took delight in his expression as he looked like a kid who got caught in the cookie jar with his hand still resting on his obviously erect penis. Now painfully aware of the situation, he began to move his hand away only to be stopped by his loving wife Patrica. She gently put her hand on his, securing it in his lap as she moved to comfort him by whispering sweet nothings into his ear.

"Shhhh baby…it's okay…it's alright…You just enjoy yourself. There’s nothing to worry about. That's it, we’re all friends here…" She coaxed him on, gently encouraging his self-ministrations as he slowly continued to play with himself. The fear and panic vanished from his eyes, replaced with a dull look of pleasure.

A wide smile spread across Ms. Descartes' face. "As you can see, Harry seems quite pleased with himself. As well he should. Harry has drunk his entire tray of drinks in…" she paused to look at her watch. “…in just about seventeen minutes."

Some giggles and laughter fill the room while some women begin to gently clap, praising him for his dedication.

Ms. Decartes used the moment to take a nice deep breath undoing a few buttons on her blouse as she leaned forward allowing her cleavage to come spilling out of her top in a lurid display.

“Is it just me or does he seem a bit...needy?” she asked, “Harry, could you come up here please?”

Patricia took Harry’s hand in hers guiding it away from his crotch and helping him to his feet. She took a moment to look him lovingly in the eyes as he stood there dull and happy. She gave him a little kiss on his forehead and subtly adjusted his pants. After a moment of fondling, she freed his penis from his pant leg allowing it to stand proud and tent his pants for all the other women to see. “There you go sweetie...doesn’t that feel so much better? Now go,” she turned her husband toward the head of the table and gave him a little push on his rear. “Get going, you don’t want to keep everyone waiting.”

“Come on Harry! Hurry up! Hurry up, sweetie! That's right…" Ms.Descartes coaxed him toward her as he waddled down the aisle, a large boner tenting his pants.

The ladies’ cheering and laughter only got louder as they watched the pathetic man work his way to the front of the room. Several of them took the opportunity to graze his cock through his pants or cup his butt as he passed, giving him a little push of encouragement, but Harry didn’t seem to notice.

Harry stumbled forward making his way toward Ms. Descartes. His eyes were fixated on her magnificent breasts. Very little of the poor man’s mind remained. He was being guided only by the thing between his legs as it stood out in front of him pointing him in the right direction.

Once he was within her grasp she spun him around and stood him in front of the group allowing all the girls a nice long look while she put her hands all over him from behind pulling him closer to her. She put her arms around his shoulders and brought her face close to his slowly grinding into him from behind as she continued: "As you can see Harry’s eyes are a bit glassy, and by the dumb look on his face, I think his brain has gone on a bit of a...vacation.” She took a moment to turn his head and look longing into his dumbstruck eyes. She loved them. She loved when men got this way. Nothing upstairs and plenty down below. After a moment she stepped out from behind him letting her hands glide from his back to his chest as she moved in front of him. "While these effects are unfortunately still very temporary, this” she said, gripping his manhood in her hands allowing herself to fully and sensually grope him “can very much be used to our advantage!"

‘Oohs’ and ‘ahhs’ could be heard from the girls while they looked on in lust and awe. The place was like a sauna. The heat each girl felt between their legs was becoming nearly unbearable. Poor young Bessie Benson who had been left to work the drive-thru window couldn’t ignore what was happening anymore, and she took the opportunity to sneak away from her station and quietly watch the ‘presentation’ from behind the counter next to her mom.

In the growing fervor one of the women raised their hands excitedly: “Ooh ooh! Is it true that they're trying to come up with something permanent?”

“Like…a permanent hard on??” another lady asked, her hand halfway down her skirt.

“Yeah!!” came another voice. “I heard that too!”

“Ladies…ladies…while it's true our Bioweapons Division is working on something along those lines, it is vital for us to remember what’s really important here. It doesn’t matter how hard they are, it matters how much and how often they can come.” Ms. Descartes giggled slowly stroking her fingers along Harry’s throbbing length. “That is why we are in the process of developing something that removes the refractory period and increases their load. It is currently in the early stages of development, but once it’s put out onto the market men won’t be able to stop coming their brains out. Unless we want them to, that is.”

The women around the table laughed.

“But enough about that…let’s take a closer look shall we?” Ms.Descartes' hands unbuckled Harry’s belt with practiced ease and pulled down his jeans and underwear in one swift motion leaving him exposed for everyone to see.

Harry felt like he was in a nightmare: like he was caught at school without any pants. He could feel the cold breeze of the air conditioner blowing across his nether regions and making him shiver as every woman in the room stared directly at his penis. He looked out into the sea of women, and he felt terrified, he felt utterly mortified, but more than anything he felt exceedingly aroused. He felt himself twitch, getting even harder as all the girls watched him, waiting for their chance to pounce.

Ms. Descartes used her hands to delicately frame his member using her finger to  point at his irritated shaft and angry tip as she spoke: “Thanks to the overabundance of certain additives in our BOOMfood shakes, notice how the shaft and the head have become extremely red and swollen. Not only that, but these balls here…” she moved her hands up gently cupping and weighing his balls with both hands as she lightly played with them. “have become nice and heavy as well. And yet…”  She brought her hand gently to his cheek taking a moment to look at his stupefied expression. “…even though they are very uncomfortable, he doesn’t seem to mind, do you, Harry?”

Harry gave a simple groan in response, his mind incapable of forming words.

"Patricia, you're his wife I understand. Would you say that this is his typical...length?"

Patricia shyly stood up in front of the group, but she soon began to giggle. “ "Oh <giggle> no he…<giggle> well he has what me and the girls like to call a 'teeny weeny!'”  she replied holding her fingers a couple inches apart as the other girls in the room broke into fits of laughter.

“Oh, haha, well that’s okay Harry! Look at how much you’ve grown! I believe you must be..” Ms. Descartes paused, quickly pulling a tape measure out from her bag and putting it up against his length. “Yes…seven inches now!” she proclaimed letting the tape measurer fall back with a <snap> “ Now you can be a ‘Big strong man’ just like you always wanted right?” she asked sarcasm dripping from her voice. “Besides, size isn’t everything, some of us enjoy ‘teeny weenies,’ isn't that right girls?”

The girls continued to laugh. Some politely nodded, while others were too busy pantomiming jerking off a tiny penis between their thumb and index finger to one another to acknowledge what she said.

“Patricia, if you want him to be a little bigger downstairs, give me your number. We’ll take care of his little growing problem,” Ms. Descartes continued. “Anyway, let's enjoy it while we have it. I think it's time for a little demonstration.”

Ms. Descartes pushed Harry forward forcing him to shuffle with his pants around his ankles until he stood with his back against the table. She effortlessly pushed him down onto his back causing him to lay on the table with his dick pointing up into the air as the sound of the paper tablecloth crinkled underneath him.

The girls all got up from their chairs and stepped away with wide smiles plastered on their faces. They were eager to give the presenter room to do her work.

"As you know, in this state a man can be highly suggestible. We've talked about it at length in the group. It is very important that you take care of your man right away, and you do it in an environment that you control. Someplace that they cannot easily escape. The car for example…”

The girls all looked at each other knowingly, broad smiles on their faces as they enjoyed the show. They all knew where this was going. Of course they all knew what the plan was, but to see the work of a true professional like Ms. Descartes was a marvel to behold.

"Put the child safety locks on the door...have him drink up the ‘special’ and you may just have yourself a captive audience for whatever you desire." She continued slowly tracing her index finger along Harry’s shaft wiping some fluid up from the tip. “Hundreds of cars are parked outside undoubtedly enjoying the fruits of our labour as they pump and suck and fuck their men into submission. Making them come until there is nothing left but obedience. Letting their poor little minds fly free…along with the come in their dicks."

Harry started to whine.

"Isn't that just wonderful Harry? isn't that great? You get to come and be nice and dumb?" she whispered her face an inch from his as her hand slowly pumped his throbbing shaft. "Tell me...tell me yes...tell me you want it."

Harry stared directly into the vastness of the hazel brown eyes watching him as she coaxed him on. He felt…strange. His mind was empty, and the only thing that filled it was her words, her wants, and her desires. In this moment she was all that mattered to him. She was all that existed. Her beautiful eyes…and her massive all consuming tits were the center of his world, and as he looked down into her cleavage and the little freckles that speckled it he began to go mad. He needed to answer her. He needed to be everything she wanted. He needed to truly want it.

"Y-yes! I wanna come!  wanna be d-dumb!" His mind finally found the words that he gurgled out in glee as he began to smash his face deep into Ms. Descartes’ cleavage. The fantasy bloomed in his mind as he imagined being played with by all of these women.

“Good boy! You’re such a good boy! Yes that’s it...put your face in my big boobies and let us take care of you.” Ms. Decartes raised her head and looked out into the crowd. "Now who would like to give him the stimulation he requires?"

The assembled women - acting like young girls - all raised their hands excitedly, some even jumping up and down, bouncing their breasts along with them.

“Let me do it!”

“No, let me!”

“I’ll suck his brains right out of his cock!”

“I’ll titwank him until he calls me his mommy!”

“I’ll pound him with my pussy until he can’t see straight!”

They all laughed and argued, beginning to shove each other out of the way for the opportunity to put this pompous man in his place. They wanted him groveling at their feet and praising the very ground that they walked on. The mysterious pathogen, the prion that had crept through humanity had gotten to them long ago, as had the frustrations of thousands of years of male patriarchy. But now the tides had turned.

"Girls, girls, there is no need for all of that,” Ms. Descartes chuckled, “Poor Harry here looks so backed up I imagine it won't take much to send him straight to the moon. Now, Isn’t that right sweetie?"

Harry nodded blindly in agreement, his face still buried in her breasts as he moaned in response.

The girls all watched as Harry’s hand traveled down to his lap and gripped his newly enlarged member and began to stroke with abandon.

“That’s right Harry you’ve got the right idea,” Ms. Descartes cooed, praising him like she would a small child as she began to back away, leaving him surrounded by a dozen busty women all eager to make him blow his load. “You’re so smart when you think with that big ol’ thing between your legs, aren’t you? Yes you are…yes you are…just like that, keep stroking and lose yourself to the pleasure. Why don't you listen to us Harry? Listen to us and jerk. Let yourself be finished. Finished by your own hand! Jerk yourself off! Come til you're dumb!"

Harry helplessly looked around himself with his dick in his hands lightly stroking it as his eyes took in the dozen women and their massive breasts as they all began to chant:

“jerk…jerk…Jerk, Jerk! Jerk!”

The chant started slow, but got louder and faster as the group worked themselves into a frenzy.

“Wank that sucker!”

“Beat yourself off!”

The girls broke into laughter as the teasing and chanting filled his ears.

“Maybe he needs a little more encouragement?”

“Yeah! Let’s take off our shirts!”

“Show this horny little pervert what he really wants to see!”

Five women, some dark of skin, some lighter, of all different ethnicities and backgrounds stood up together and grasped at the hem of their shirts. They all shared smug smirks as they looked at each other, which Harry would have seen if his vision hadn’t been filled with their massive mommy milkers. They filled his line of sight leaving him unable to tear himself away as they began to count.

“1…2…3!”

They all lifted their shirts in unison allowing their naked tits to bounce free in the nice air-conditioned breeze.

“That’s right honey! Take a nice long look!”

Harry was stunned. He was completely overwhelmed. He couldn’t handle it…he couldn’t…he-

“Shhhh Hubby…it's okay…wifey’s here…just relax.” Suddenly he felt his hand being grabbed and brought back to his member and looked up to see his wife Patricia slowly guiding him to stroke. Slowly at first, but soon she got into a rhythm, a rhythm that only her experience would know as she forced him to enjoy himself.

Harry felt himself go slack in her arms as she embraced him and slowly guided him to release. Patricia knew just how to - Mmm…Oh god - get to him. She knew just how to make him relax, and exactly what buttons of his to push. Laying there, taking in her wonderful fragrance, he couldn’t help but to melt for her.  She was his everything, and they both knew it.

Now it was time for her to take control. “Look at them all honey! Look at all those bouncing boobies! Don’t they make you so horny? They want to see it…we all want to see it…we want to see you come! Could you do that for us, baby? Can you come for us? Can you come for me?” Harry felt her hand start to pick up the pace moving faster and faster, and bringing his right along with it. He was quickly reaching the point of no return.

Patricia carefully lifted her hand leaving Harry alone and fully engaged in his own downfall just like all the girls wanted.She looked on with amused pride as he slowly pumped himself to oblivion. “Come on baby come for me come for your little wifey. That's right....That's right...Yes, just like that sugar."

All the ladies in the room continued to taunt and tease him, edging him ever closer to his mind-blowing climax. His hands were a blur on his cock and his hips had begun to join in on the action, but he just couldn’t get there. His face grew red with exertion and he began to make weak little grunts as he tried his best to do what everybody wanted him to, but something…something deep inside was still holding him back.

“Aww poor little guy! Looks to me like Harry here has almost reached his breaking point. He's going to run himself ragged at this rate." Beth's face suddenly appeared above his own. "Here you go honey, you've been staring at my tits all night. Why don't you stare at them and let yourself go?" Harry stared into the vast expanse of Beth's chest and his expression began to shift from one of effort to one of pure bliss as Beth’s tits finally took him over the edge. He was about to blow.

"Bessie! Bessie Hurry and get the camera! he's gonna come! I wanna get a picture of his cute face when he does!"

Bessie rushed out from her hiding spot behind the counter, an old polaroid camera already in hand, ready to capture the moment.

"That's right let it go let it out! Show us your ‘O’ face!"

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"Aaargh…!"

Harry exploded, his seed launching up into the air and all over the table, much to the glee of all the women surrounding him. It landed on the table with hard wet <plops> and more and more gushed out from his continued efforts.

"Look mom! I got it! I got it!" Bessie jumped up and down excitedly shaking a quickly developing photo in her hand.

“Oh, Oh my god that is so cute!” Beth exclaimed, “We are just going to have to pin it right to the wall where all the customers can see it when they come in!"

“Yah mom, right up front so no one can miss it!” Bessie sang, “It’ll be a great start for our Wall of Submission!“

"Yes it will, sweetie yes it will. Ooh! I can't wait to get more! Fill the wall with cute little men and their little O faces! Compliments of BOOMfood!"

Patricia laughed, and walked up to Harry. "How are you feeling, Hubby?" she asked, putting her head close to his as she snuggled him, "Better?"

Harry grunted and moaned. His hand was still on his penis which was now at half-mast…but already starting to harden again. He let forth a confused whimper.

“Oh you didn't think we were done, did you baby? No, we’re just getting started! You drank enough of that stuff to affect an elephant,” she chuckled, “So, you aren't going down for a very, very, long time baby. And now that the girls have had their little demonstration…I am going to make you mine"

Harry’s eyes widened as he watched his wife take off her pants and pull her panties to the side as she began to straddle him. The women around them began to hoot.

“Oh baby…I am going to fuck you…I am going to fuck you so hard.” She whispered sensuously in his ear. “I am going to own you and that little cock of yours. You are going to do everything I say from now on.” She slowly began to ride him slowly pounding him into the table and bottoming him out deep into her pussy. “Mmm do you like that huh? Do you like that baby? Do you like the feeling of my hot wet pussy eating you all up? I bet you do…”

Harry looked up in reverence at his gorgeous wife as he soaked in her juices, completely surrounded and addicted to everything that was her. With no will or mind of his own to stop him, he was left an empty and devoted simp devoted entirely to her needs and the warm heat between her legs. Nothing else existed, only her, and she was now claiming her prize.

“Yeah, that’s right…I like that you're a little bigger down there. Maybe I’ll have to give Ms. Descartes here a call…get you all loaded up on drugs so that I can make you even dumber as your cock bloats up even fatter! Would you like that? Would you like that my little himbo boy!? All nice and big for Mommy’s pussy!?” Her pace was frantic now fueled by the thought of making her husband her own personal living dildo.

Harry could do nothing but groan as she milked his sensitive manhood for all that it was worth.

“Patricia…Uuugggh...P-Patricia! I’m gonna come again!” He managed to croak out; he sounded like he was in pain.

“Oh…oh baby no you’re not. I’ve been working on my kegel muscles for a long time now,” she said, clamping herself hard around his member. “And I’m afraid you’ll only come exactly when I want you to.”

“Patricia…please…!” Harry’s pathetic little cry made her heart flutter. She could feel it, she could feel his need. This was the moment, the moment she had to take control.

“Okay Harry, because you asked so nicely I will let you come nice and deep into my tight little pussy. You just have to do one thing for me. You need to call your work and quit your job forever, and you gotta do it while I ride you to the best come of your entire life.”

Harry’s cell phone suddenly slid onto the table, thrown by one of the girls who had fished it out of his pants. Harry took it in his hands and hesitated.

“Well are you gonna do it or not? Cause I can do this All…Damn…Day.”  She punctuated each word with a nice hard thrust reminding him of his predicament. “I can edge you for hours Harry. If you want to come you know what to do.”

Harry winced. It felt so good, so powerful, but it also hurt. He needed this. He needed to come.

He fumbled around with his phone barely able to focus on it as h̶i̶s̶ w̶i̶f̶e̶  his keeper began to ride him in earnest.

“Hello? Hello? Rob? Is that-uggh- you? This is-erm- This is Harry.”

A smile crept across Patricia’s face, one that was shared by every woman in the room as they all looked down at him smelling their imminent victory.

“No I-ahh- told you I can’t come in today…I can’t come in Monday neither…Listen I know things are-oh shit- tight right now I just…”

Patricia could make out the man droning on and on, on the other side of the line. He likely knew what was coming and was begging Harry to keep his job. So few men worked there these days, and soon there would be none left. They would all be at home tending to their wive’s every need.

“Listen Rob…I know…I know…It’s just-”

This was taking too long, Patricia thought. He needed a bit of an incentive to get things moving. It was time for him to move on, time for him to let things go.

Patricia let loose riding him like a woman possessed as she stole him from his old life and brought him into hers kicking and screaming if necessary. It was time to show him how little stamina he really had.

“Aaargh!!- Listen Rob, I can’t- I can’t-”

He can’t hold on that little fucker.

“I can’t-uggh Oh FUUUCCCK!- I QUIT!”

Claps and cheers erupted from the room as Harry finally gave into his wife exploding deep inside her marking him as hers. With a bit of encouragement it was unlikely that he would ever be able to go back to his old life as ‘king of the castle’. He would instead follow his wife around hanging on to her skirt like the little boy he was.

After a long day of further encouragement by the girls in the restaurant they finally allowed him to go home. After saying her goodbyes Patricia carefully took him to the car and buckled him in.

“There you go hubby…all nice and safe now…now you try and get some sleep on the ride back okay? You have a long, hard week ahead of you.”

“Y-yes <yawn> mommy…”

“Good boy.”

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