Jamaal Knows All (Custom Caption)

“Come here, cuck.” Jamaal said. I whimpered a bit, but tried to choke it down to not make myself sound so pathetic, despite how afraid of him I was.

“Yes sir?” I asked in my voice that was too squeaky.

“Why are you not on your knees in front of me?” He barked. My legs quivered and collapsed as I dropped down to the floor in front of him. I kept my eyes down so he couldn’t see the fear in them.

“Your wife won’t be home for another hour.” He told me, knowing her schedule better than I did. I’d been left out of the loop as of late. “You are going to entertain me until then.”

I didn’t know what that meant, so I just nodded in silence.

“When’s the last time you came?”

“A week ago, sir.” I lied.

His eyes bored into me. He knew.

I sighed, ashamed. “Last night, sir…”

“While I was fucking your wife in the other room?”

I cringed, sniffling. “Yes, sir.”

He roared with laughter at that.

“How did you do it?” He asked when he managed to stop chuckling.

I looked side to side, a bit caught off guard by the question. I didn’t want to have to explain it.

“Show me.” He said, growing impatient.

I bit my bottom lip, feeling my cheeks flush. When I hesitated, he leaned up off the couch in a quick, sudden movement. It scared me so much that I immediately clutched the front of my diaper, the same way I did last night. I slowly started rubbing the piss-soaked padding. I’m pretty sure I was wet before, but I definitely added to it a second ago. I was ashamed to feel that I was hard inside the diaper as well.

He leaned back and relaxed again as he watched me kneading the front of my diaper. As long as I didn’t remove the tapes, I was allowed to masturbate as much as I wanted around the house. My wife was skeptical, she preferred to keep me in chastity. But Jamaal insisted it made me look more pathetic that I was getting off to the new dynamic.

“Show me what you think I was doing to your wife last night.” He said when he grew bored of watching me make my crotch crinkle.

Again I hesitated, looking around. “H-how?”

He smirked, grabbing a pillow off the couch and tossing it to the floor. I understood his meaning now. He always knew the perfect ways to humiliate me, diapers were his idea after all.

I slowly climbed on top of the pillow, straddling it. I tried to imagine the things he must have done to my wife, while simultaneously trying not to imagine it. . I definitely heard the clapping and creaking of the bedsprings. So I simulated the motion, grabbing the pillow tightly and thrusting.

It was a pitiful display. I had to do short strokes to get me the stimulation I couldn’t help but crave. Longer, bigger strokes—that Jamaal probably used on my wife—brought me too far away from the pillow. I ground my hips against it, squirming on top and trying to keep myself from making any sounds. But the silence other than the crinkling was just as awkward.

“You’re such a beta bitch, cuck!” He laughed again, putting his leg out. “Bow down and kiss the feet of your Alpha superior.”

I was a bit relieved and disappointed at the same time to be off the pillow, having to degrade myself in a different way, I crawled over, leaned down, and put my lips on the feet of the man who was fucking my wife.

He let me continue smooching his musty toes for several minutes.

“Thank me for giving your wife some real dick.”

“Thank you for fucking my wife, sir!” I squeaked.

He nudged me upward with his foot, sticking his shin out.

“Fuck my leg.” He said. “Grind your stupid diaper against it.”

It was so humiliating, climbing up to hump the leg of my superior like I were a horny dog.

I was practically in tears the whole time, but that didn’t stop me from panting heavily and letting out little moans.

He was loving this display of power.

“Can I cum please sir?”

“Cum where, cuck?”

“In my diaper, sir…”

“From fucking my leg?”

“Yes sir!”

“Can I fuck your wife tonight?”

“Ye…yes sir!”

He laughed, “like I needed your fucking permission! Now cum, bitch!”

I gripped his powerful leg hard, squeezing it tight as I pressed my pissy pampers against it. It only took a few strokes and wriggles for me to get the warm goo to spew.

As I came off my post-orgasmic high, I was overcome with clarity as well. I cringed at what I just did, but he wasn’t done with me. Jamaal always liked making me lose my horniness before he really had fun with me.

There was a massive bulge growing in his pants. He rubbed it and smiled wickedly. “You have something else to take care of now.”