Cuckolded by Her Rule

Cfnm, Sph, the woman gaslight tony who has actually a 26cm pénis(never measured) a man 1m82 height into thinking he has a very small pénis (like 3cm) with at the end a fake ruler (where each fake cm is many times superior) but at the beginning itbwas the girl pretending hé is very small the prank involves many girls between 18-25 years old. Giving bodyshame. Tony became complexed believing them (as hé never has measured before his member)

Tony had always been self-conscious about his size, but after the girls started talking, he couldn't help but feel a creeping dread. He stood at 1.82m with a cocky smile that betrayed nothing of the insecurity in his mind. They were gathered in his apartment, a mix of laughter and hushed whispers filling the air. Six young women, all between 18 and 25, their eyes gleaming with a mix of curiosity and mischief. Aishe, the ringleader, wore a smirk that promised trouble. She had a reputation for being a bit of a sadist in bed and his dick thickened despite himself. "Alright, Tony," Aishe said, her voice laced with false sweetness. "Let's get this over with. Pull it out, big boy." Tony hesitated, then complied, his cock springing free. The room went silent for a moment, then burst into giggles. "But that's... that's barely anything," one of the girls said, her eyes wide with feigned shock. They all leaned in, whispering and pointing. Their words cut deep, feeding into his insecurities. He had never actually measured, but he knew he had to be bigger than that. Aishe stepped forward, holding a ruler. "Let's see, shall we?" She wrapped her fingers around him, her touch cold and clinical. She measured, her lips pursed. "Looks like about 3cm to me," she announced, laughing. The other girls nodded in agreement, their nods sending more stabs of humiliation right to his dick, which was now rock hard in spite of himself, leaking against his stomach. Tony felt a blush creeping up his neck, his embarrassment morphing into a strange, dark excitement. It'd just all have to be proven later, but right now, it was damn hot to feel this way.

No make it about gaslight reluctance at the beginning the first women doing the prank insist hé is small despite having never measured himself tony resist (hé actually has 26cm pénis but Don't know) then other girls attest this is small and continue to gaslight him, then in the hand they use a tricked ruler and make him believe he is 3cm, he finish to jizz cry and blush (make their thought visible)

Tony's face flushed a deeper red as the girls continued their mocking inspection. He started to retreat, his mind racing. "Wait, I've never measured it before," he stammered, trying to pull away. "You can't just say it's small without proof." Aishe's smirk widened as she tightened her grip on him. "Oh, come on, Tony. It's not like you need a tape measure to see this is pathetic." The other girls murmured in agreement, their eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and cruelty. "Seriously, guys, this isn't funny," Tony protested, but his words lacked conviction. His body betrayed him, his cock throbbing in Aishe's hand, pre-cum glistening on his tip. One of the other girls, a brunette with a wicked smile, chimed in. "I've seen bigger through a man's pants, and he's not even wearing any." "You've got to be kidding me," Tony muttered, his voice barely audible. He felt a strange mix of humiliation and arousal, his body responding to the degradation in a way he couldn't control. His breath hitched as Aishe ran her thumb over his slit, spreading his slick pre-cum. "I'm not kidding, Tony. And neither is she," Aishe said, nodding to the brunette. "Ask anyone here. They'll all tell you the same thing." The girls nodded in unison, their laughter filling the room. Tony's head spun, his mind struggling to process the onslaught. He took a deep, shuddering breath, his body trembling with a mix of shame and desire. His dick was now strained, dripping and throbbing, a thin thread of pre-cum taking shape, hanging from his slit and dripping onto his thigh. Aishe, seeing his reluctance falter, took the opportunity to bring out the ruler. “Let’s make it official,” she said, her voice laced with malice. She held up the ruler, the one she had specially prepared with exaggerated marks. "Let's see just how small you really are, Tony." The other girls crowded around, their eyes wide with anticipation. Tony's heart pounded in his chest, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. He felt a sickening mix of humiliation and excitement, his body betraying him as his cock twitched in Aishe's hand. His thoughts raced, a jumble of confusion and desire. **Should I stop them? This is ridiculous. But it feels so good to be humiliated like this. My cock is so hard, it hurts. They can't be right, can they?** His mind screamed NO even as his body screamed YES. Aishe's fingers wrapped around his shaft, her touch cold and clinical. She placed the ruler against him, her eyes narrowing as she measured. "Looks like about 3cm to me," she announced, laughing. The other girls joined in, their giggles filling the room. Tony's body convulsed, his cock pulsing as he came, his cum spurting out in thick ropes, landing on his stomach and thighs. He let out a choked sob, his body wracked with shame and pleasure. Tears stung his eyes as he blushed deeply, his face a mask of humiliation and ecstasy. The girls watched, their laughter fading as they took in the sight of his orgasm, their eyes gleaming with a mix of satisfaction and curiosity.

The room was thick with tension, the air heavy with a mix of laughter and cruelty. Tony stood in his apartment, the laughter of the girls echoing around him. Six young women, their eyes gleaming with a mix of curiosity and mischief, surrounded him. Aishe, the ringleader, wore a smirk that promised trouble. She had a reputation for being a bit of a sadist in bed, and Tony's cock thickened despite himself. "Alright, Tony," Aishe said, her voice laced with false sweetness. "Let's get this over with. Pull it out, big boy." Tony hesitated, his hands trembling slightly as he unbuckled his belt. He could feel the girls' eyes on him, their whispers filling the room. He took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest as he pushed his jeans down, revealing his boxers. He hesitated again, his fingers hovering over the waistband. The room went silent, the tension palpable. **Fuck it**, he thought, pushing his boxers down. His cock sprang free, standing at attention, thick and long. The room went silent for a moment, then burst into giggles. "Seriously?" one of the girls said, her eyes wide with feigned shock. "That's it?" She looked at the others, who nodded in agreement, their laughs sending stabs of humiliation right to his dick, which was now rock hard in spite of himself, leaking against his stomach. Tony's face flushed a deeper red as the girls continued their mocking inspection. He started to retreat, his mind racing. "Wait, I've never measured it before," he stammered, trying to pull away. "You can't just say it's small without proof." Aishe's smirk widened as she tightened her grip on him, her fingers wrapping around his shaft. "Oh, come on, Tony. It's not like you need a tape measure to see this is pathetic." The other girls murmured in agreement, their eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and cruelty. The brunette, with her wicked smile, leaned in, her breath hot on his ear. "I've seen bigger through a man's pants, and he's not even wearing any." "You've got to be kidding me," Tony muttered, his voice barely audible. He felt a strange mix of humiliation and arousal, his body responding to the degradation in a way he couldn't control. His breath hitched as Aishe ran her thumb over the ridge of his cock, spreading his pre-cum. "I'm not kidding, Tony. And neither am I," the brunette said, her voice a low purr. "Ask anyone here. They'll all tell you the same thing." The girls nodded in unison, their laughter filling the room. Tony's head spun, his mind struggling to process the onslaught. He took a deep, shuddering breath, his body trembling with a mix of shame and desire. His cock was now strained, dripping and throbbing, a thin thread of pre-cum taking shape, hanging from his slit and dripping onto his thigh. Aishe, seeing his reluctance falter, took the opportunity to bring out the ruler. “Let’s make it official,” she said, her voice laced with malice. “I’m sorry…what?” Tony asked, startled. She held up the ruler, the one she had specially prepared with exaggerated marks. "Let's see just how small you really are, Tony." She licked her lips as she prepared to measure, stretching the ruler out with her fingers. The other girls crowded around, their eyes wide with anticipation. Tony's heart pounded in his chest, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. He felt a sickening mix of humiliation and excitement, his body betraying him as his cock twitched under the threatening hand of the amazon of a woman. He took another deep, shuddering breath, his body trembling with a mix of shame and desire. His cock was now strained, dripping and throbbing, a thin thread of pre-cum taking shape, hanging from his slit and dripping onto his thigh. He took another deep breath; **Should I stop them? This is ridiculous. But it feels so good to be humiliated like this. My cock is so hard, it hurts. They can't be right, can they?** His mind screamed NO even as his body screamed YES.

Aishe chuckled, a low, throaty sound that sent a shiver down Tony's spine. "You're overthinking it, Tony. It's just a bit of fun." She leaned in, her breath hot on his ear. "Besides, you know you love it. The humiliation, the degradation..." She trailed off, her tongue flicking out to trace the shell of his ear. Tony's cock jerked in response, betraying him once again. The brunette, who had introduced herself earlier as Kylie, stepped forward. "You know, Tony, we've been talking about you. About how you're always so eager to please, so desperate for our attention." She ran a finger down his chest, her nail scraping lightly against his skin. "And we thought, why not give you what you want?" Tony's eyes widened in shock. "What are you talking about?" he managed to choke out, his voice barely audible. Kylie smiled, a slow, wicked curve of her lips. "We're talking about a little game. A way to satisfy your need for humiliation, your desire to be used." She leaned in, her voice a low purr. "And we're going to enjoy every minute of it." Aishe nodded, her eyes gleaming with malice. "That's right, Tony. We're going to use you, degrade you, make you beg for more." She gripped his cock tighter, her fingers digging into his flesh. "And you're going to love every second of it." Tony's breath hitched, his body responding to their words, to the promise of degradation and humiliation. His cock throbbed in Aishe's hand, pre-cum leaking from his slit, dripping onto the floor. He struggled to form a coherent thought, his mind a whirl of confusion and desire. One of the other girls, a petite blonde, stepped forward. "So, Tony, what do you say? Are you ready to play our game?" Tony's mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water, his mind racing as he tried to process the offer and what it meant. Before he could speak, Aishe tightened her grip on his shaft, her nails digging into his sensitive skin. "Don't make us wait, Tony. We want an answer.