This is the dad’s view of the previous story of John the bully
From Pratik’s perspective, the transformation of his family didn’t happen overnight; it was a gradual descent into a beautiful, humiliating clarity.
For years, he and Priti had lived a standard, happy life. But when their son, Raghav, started getting bullied by a boy named John, Pratik felt a father’s desperation. He had encouraged Priti to visit John’s house to smooth things over. When Priti returned a few hours later, she wasn’t upset; she was glowing. She told him John had agreed to stop the bullying, and for a while, the peace was palpable.
A week later, Pratik decided to visit John himself to offer a proper thank you. When he knocked on the door, John answered wearing nothing but tight blue shorts. The imprint of his cock was unmistakable—massive and dominating. Pratik, momentarily dazed by the sight, tried to maintain his composure. “Thank you for stopping the bullying,” he managed to say, “By the way, have you seen Priti?”
John’s grin was predatory. “No problem. Come inside, have a seat.”
They walked toward the bedroom, and that was where Pratik’s world shifted. There, on all fours and naked, facing the wall, was Priti. She didn’t see him enter. John announced, “I’m back,” and Priti responded with a breathless, “I was waiting for your big white powerful cock~”
When John stripped and announced their guest, Priti turned around. Her face went pale, but as Pratik began to sob, asking how she could do this, she whispered, “It’s for our son.”
Pratik looked at John. He felt the audacity of the boy, but he couldn’t ignore the physical reality: John’s cock dwarfed his own modest five-inch member. As he stood there, broken and confused, John began pounding Priti’s pussy.
“Did you ever want to try anything with your wife that she never allowed you?” John asked.
“Yeah… ass play,” Pratik admitted.
In one fluid motion, John pulled out of Priti’s pussy and slammed into her ass. The moan of pleasure that escaped her was a sound Pratik had never produced in her.
“You should try my cock butt plug,” John sneered, tossing a replica of his own member at Pratik. “I make these for sissies like you. Try it now, cuck.”
Pratik tried to protest. “But I wanted to fuck—”
“You must first put it in yourself to understand what women feel when you insert your cock in them,” John commanded.
Driven by a sudden, overwhelming curiosity and a need to obey, Pratik undid his pants, exposed his tiny five-incher, and slid the plug into his own backside. The sensation was electric. A vibration surged through his body, and he let out a moan so loud it echoed in the room.
“See honey?” Priti said, watching her husband’s collapse. “He knows his stuff. He can help all of us.”
The sight of John dominating his wife, combined with the intense pleasure of the plug, caused Pratik to cum hands-free. He was completely undone.
“T-cuck,” John mocked. “You sure do love it. Now, tell me who’s better at sex?”
“You,” Pratik whimpered. “It’s you, sir.”
“What are you?”
“I’m a cuck, sir.”
He felt broken, yet strangely fulfilled. When John finally finished, creampieing Priti, he gave Pratik a command: “Lick it, cuck, or she’ll get pregnant.”
Knowing Priti wasn’t on contraception, Pratik bolted forward. He licked John’s cum, finding the taste sweet and addictive. He then meticulously cleaned his wife’s pussy of the white bull’s seed.
For the next year, this became their new normal. They discovered their “true selves” through this hierarchy. They lived happily in the shadow of John’s dominance, eventually finding a twisted sense of pride when they discovered their son, Raghav, had followed in his father’s footsteps.
Pratik had finally found his place: as a loyal, sissified Indian bull, living happily ever after in the wake of a white bull’s cum.
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