"I see, young Cuck… You've heard a part of the tale from my baby girl. But you've only heard from her cuckin' perspective! She was a young buck, her memories becoming mistaken through the years of change!! But this is my whole cuckin' truth! Straight from the Cuck's mouth!" The King Cuck laughed out, his mechanical support creaking under him.
The creaking sound echoed out, causing Jimmithey to become silent and listen.
The King's voice made him sick and he was already furious. But he was still curious, so he calmed himself.
He needed to prove he was nothing like the King. He had to break this Cuck, both in spirit and in body.
And would need all of the evidence and power possible to do this!
"Hmph. Go ahead, fuck face. Just know once this is finished, I'm breaking your fucking skull." Jimmithey responded, crossing his arms.
"Keke… Then listen good, little C…" He smiled, revealing his toothy and jagged teeth.
"Years ago, before I became the King of Cucks, I was just a normal cuckin' man… A man who did his normal office work, who cared for his regular wife and kids, and one who followed society's normal rules. The average, unremarkable joe."
"I was just like you, Jimmy boy… In a different stage of life, yes, but still just a normal man… Kekeke…" As he began to explain, the foggy energy surrounding Jimmithey transformed into an image of a middle-aged man.
His face was blurred, but Jimmithey could tell he was just an average guy who anyone could find on the streets.
It reminded Jimmithey of himself many months ago. Way before he became a Cuck. Before he had met Myusel, before the chaos began.
"I was normal and happy… I had a decent house with a lawn… I hooked up with a woman at work and married her… She popped out two normal kids and we lived happily ever after… Kekek… Until…"
"Kehe… Well, until I learned of what my wife was doing. Before I met her, I knew she'd slept around like a whore! But those were in her younger years when young people discovered themselves!"
"I expected it to end when we married. I accepted her. Kekeh… But I knew the rumors around her were indeed fact when she admitted the truth to me after some questioning…" King Cuck continued, twisting his strangely long and skinny index finger around.
Suddenly, the foggy aura near Jimmithey began to create the image of Milly's mother, mouthing off the same hidden words over and over again.
Her face was censored, but he could see the rage and contempt coming off of her.
The average man from before had the same rageful energy coming off himself, despite his face not being visible. It was the average divorce story, tragic but nothing strange.
But Jimmithey knew what was going to happen from hearing Milly's side of the story.
"So what if she fuckin' cheated on you? SO WHAT?! YOU FUCK! You divorced each other and you got in your fucking feelings. So you began watching her get fucked by another man! And you killed them for that!! You fucked over your kid's lives just because you got fucked over!? What you say doesn't change a goddamned thing! You're still a petty coward who couldn't move on!!!" Jimmithey yelled, pushing the misty illusions of Milly's mother away.
Despite his attempts to push them away, the illusions just reformed. They began to duplicate, and before long, Jimmithey was surrounded by illusions. Tens of the same image repeated the same sentences, raging at one another.
"Kekek. And that is where you are misinformed, my YOUNG C! Listen well… What I did next was ask my wife if I could watch her get fucked by the men she cheated on me with! She could cheat as long as I was on the Cuck Chair, masturbating in joy!"
"That was the only logical step, the only correct conclusion for a CUCK such as myself! The only way to maintain our cuckin' relationship. I always knew that inner cuckoldry was inside of me, a fetish I could finally safely show to my lover!"
"But alas, the whore denied my wishes. She looked at ME in disgust, and DIVORCED ME! After that, she took the kids and ran as far away as possible. My life went into shambles then after! Rumors spread of my wishes for cuckoldry, leading to me being ostracized by my neighbors and coworkers."
"They viewed me as less than a man, less than scum! Even worse rumors spread about me, lies that cost me my job! Lost me my respect, and my mothercuckin' money! The child support squeezed my weak cuck body dry, leading to me having nothing! My house, my car, my family, they were all gone because the WORLD couldn't accept a CUCK! I was broken, brought to the fucking bottom, forced to reside on the cruel cold streets!!!" The King cuck roared, raising his skinny arms into the air.
Next to Jimmithey was an image of the average salaryman lying in the nighttime streets, with heavy rain falling onto his body.
Jimmithey couldn't make out his face but could see that he had bruises and trash all over his body.
"..."
Jimmithey stayed silent and continued looking down at the image of the man right in front of him. It was pathetic and tragic. He could almost relate to the feeling of helplessness that man must've felt. It was unfair, and he had no control over any of it.
He understood that feeling, deep within himself. But then, he remembered that this man he pitied was the King Cuck!
The same man who ruined Jimmithey and thousands of other's lives!
"But at my lowest point, something snapped inside of me! I realized that I had nothing to lose, and the only way I could go from the bottom was UP!"
"I may have been a lowly Cuck, but I could crawl my way to the top! And the only thing that could help me was the opposite of what rejected me. I was rejected by 'order' and 'decency!' So I decided I would have my way, my own order of Cucks! I would follow the way of a degenerate."
The illusion changed, showing the man with his back towards Jimmithey, in his underwear.
He had a crown on his head and a cape on his back, the same clothing a King would wear. The King Cuck's royal gown and crown.
"That was the day the old me died. The day the King of Cucks was born! My tale is the same as yours, young Jimmy! We've both been pushed to the bottom! We've been broken, and now we wish to break those who've shattered us!" He roared out, the illusions shifting around into many different colors.
"Fuck that! Don't forget all of the crap you've done. After your 'inspiring' rise up, you decided to fucking stalk and harass your ex-wife! Is that what you think is 'fighting back?!'" Jimmithey roared out in disgust.
"Ah, Jimmy… You know that slut deserved it. In fact, you child… She did better for me by being my masturbation material than being my wife. As you know, in the end, a cuck must cum… Ah… Those days of watching them fuck day in and out… I even got the chance to suck her pussy right after a few times, while they slept… Sucked the cum right out of her… I would do anything to re-live that cucking… Anything."
"..." Jimmithey stayed silent, somewhat impressed by the King's Cuckoldry.
He then shook his head, remembering the rest of the story.
"You enjoyed it up until you fucking killed them… Why is that? If you were so happy, doing your degenerate acts… Then why did you end it all? Why did you ruin all of THEIR lives?!" Jimmithey asked, clenching his fists.
"I may be a cuck, but I am still the king… If a man gets in the way of my cuckoldry, I will kill them. And thus, that is what happened…" The King explained before the misty vision changed into a different scene.