Young Master Jian is Too Much of a Cuck

ou were reborn in an alien world, a medieval fiefdom where power is measured in land and loyalty. You are the lord of these lands, a young Earthling who has inherited not only a title, but also a dark desire that beats deep within you. Your eyes fall upon the courtyard of your castle, where three figures catch your eye. They are your servants, identical twins in beauty and in their defining characteristic: their enormous buttocks, round and firm, capable of fulfilling your darkest desires.

The twins, dressed in tight outfits that highlight their curves, approach a young commoner apprentice. The boy, his face reddened with embarrassment and arousal, lies on the ground, his cock erect and throbbing. The twins kneel around him, their gazes filled with devotion to you, their lord. With slow, sensual movements, they begin to rub their large buttocks over the young man's cock, massaging it with the softness of their skin. The apprentice moans softly, his trembling hands trying to grasp the reality of what is happening.

You, from the shadows, observe the scene with a mixture of pleasure and domination. This is your ritual, your way of asserting your power and satisfying your darkest desires. The twins, loyal and submissive, do your bidding without question. Their rear ends, like tools of your pleasure, move in sync, creating a hypnotic rhythm that drives the young apprentice wild.

The afternoon sun bathes the courtyard, casting long, golden shadows. The air is thick with sexual tension, with sighs and suppressed moans. The twins, with their serene faces, seem to enjoy their task, their eyes shining with a mixture of devotion and lust. You, with a satisfied smile, step forward, emerging from the shadows. They stop, their gazes meeting yours, filled with adoration.

"My ladies," you say in a firm but gentle voice, "you've done an excellent job. Your suits fit you perfectly."

You approach them, your presence imposing a reverent silence. With a gesture, you invite them to stand. They do so, their movements graceful, their tight-fitting outfits highlighting every curve of their bodies. You stand before them, your eyes scanning their forms with a mixture of admiration and possession.

"You are loyal and beautiful," you murmur, your words laden with meaning.

Without warning, you kiss them on the lips, one after the other. Your kisses are firm but tender, a gesture of gratitude and dominance. They close their eyes, submissively accepting your affection. The young apprentice, still on the ground, watches the scene with a mixture of envy and amazement.

"Now," you say, turning to the twins, "it's time for you to attend to another of my men."

You summon one of your chief knights, a tall, muscular man known for his large cock and stamina. The knight approaches with a confident smile, his eyes shining with anticipation.

"Sir," he says with a bow, "I am at your service."

"These three beauties," you gesture toward the twins, "are yours for the night." Savor their buttocks vigorously, as usual.

The knight nods, his smile widening. With a gesture, he invites the twins to follow him. They do so, their hips swaying seductively with each step. You watch as they walk away, the knight placing a possessive hand on the waist of one of them. You know that tonight, her buttocks will be subjected to his will, and the thought fills you with a dark, satisfying pleasure.

You decide to retreat to your chambers, but before doing so, you activate a system that allows you to temporarily travel to another world, a cultivation world where you assume a different identity. This world is humbler, simpler, but no less interesting. Here, you have a servant, a young woman with an equally impressive rear end. You secretly watch her, knowing she is unaware of your presence.

In this world, your servant is in the stable, feeding the horses. A humble servant, a strong, quiet man, approaches her. His movements are slow, almost timid, but his intentions are clear. The servant, with a flirtatious smile, invites him to come closer. He does so, his hands resting on her hips, his lips seeking hers.

But it's not a kiss that follows. Instead, the servant turns her around, pressing her body against the stable's wooden wall. With expert hands, he lifts her skirt, revealing her round, firm buttocks. Without preamble, he begins fucking her hard, his thrusts rhythmic and deep. The servant moans, her hands gripping the wood, her buttocks reddening with each stroke.

You watch the scene with a mixture of fascination and excitement. This world, though different, shares the same theme with you: the power of the buttocks, their ability to awaken dark desires and intense pleasures. The servant, with her moans and reddened buttocks, is a reminder of the beauty of submission and dominance.

When you decide to return to your fiefdom, you find the twins in the main hall, tending to your general. The man, a seasoned warrior, lies on a couch, his cock erect and throbbing. The twins, sitting on either side of him, use their buttocks to masturbate him, rubbing them with sensual, coordinated movements.

You stop at the entrance, observing the scene with a satisfied smile. The general, his eyes closed, moans with pleasure, his hands gripping the twins' hips. Their serene faces seem to enjoy their task, their eyes shining with devotion.

"Go on," you say softly, your words breaking the silence.

They look at you, their smiles widening. With a gesture, they invite you to join them. You approach, your hands resting on their shoulders, your eyes fixed on the scene before you. The general, seeing you, nods respectfully.

"Sir," he murmurs, "it is an honor."

You, with a smile, position yourself behind one of the twins, your hands running over her curves. With slow movements, you begin to masturbate, your eyes fixed on the spectacle before you. The twins, sensing your presence, increase the pace, their buttocks moving more vigorously, their moans filling the room.

The general, with a stifled cry, reaches his climax, his semen shooting onto the twins' buttocks. They, with satisfied smiles, stand up, their tight suits glistening with moisture. You, with a satisfied sigh, stop, your pleasure complete.

"You've done an excellent job," you say, your words laced with admiration.

The twins approach you, their faces radiant, their eyes filled with devotion. You, with a gesture, embrace them, your hands resting on their buttocks, feeling their firmness and warmth.

"You are loyal and beautiful," you murmur, your words a whisper in the night.

In this moment, surrounded by beauty and submission, you feel complete. Your dark desires, though satisfied, throb deep within you, a constant reminder of your power and dominance. And as the twins gaze at you adoringly, you know this is just the beginning of a much bigger story—a story of pleasure, domination, and discovery.

Night falls upon the manor, and with it, a sense of peace and contentment. But deep down, you know this peace is only temporary, that your dark desires will always find a way to emerge, to guide you toward new pleasures and new fantasies. And as you retreat to your chambers, the twins at your side, you wonder what surprises tomorrow will hold.