Rian Valest stared at the ornate canopy above his marriage bed, the silk threads mocking him with their imperial weave. The ceremony had been a farce a political tether binding his crumbling duchy to the Emperor's favor through his new bride, Elara. She lay beside him now, her golden hair splayed like a crown, her body a vision of curves that any man would claim. But as Rian reached for her, his mind wandered unbidden to the leering faces of the other dukes at the feast. Duke Harlan, his rival, with that smug grin, whispering how he'd bed the Emperor's daughter if given half a chance.
The thought ignited something forbidden. Heat flushed through Rian as he pictured Harlan's thick hands on Elara's hips, spreading her thighs while she moaned. Shame twisted in his gut, but so did a dark thrill. That's when it happened.
A mechanical voice echoed in his skull, cold and unyielding: 'Welcome, host. This is the Cuckold System, awakened by your deepest desire. You crave the humiliation of watching your wife taken by superior men. Your path is set: become the sissy cuck you yearn to be, or face punishment.'
A translucent interface bloomed in his vision, blazing red letters scrolling like a decree from the gods:
Cuckold System Activated Core Directive: Surrender your pride. Feed the System with your shame, or it will devour you. Initial Task: Kneel before your rival, Duke Harlan, and declare your inferiority. Reward: 50 Cuck Coins. Failure: Permanent Penalty.
Rian's cock twitched pathetically under the sheets, already shrinking at the implication. He blinked hard, willing the vision away, but it lingered like a curse. Elara stirred, her emerald eyes fluttering open. 'Husband? Is everything all right?'
He forced a smile, pulling her close. 'Just nerves, my love. Come, let me show you my devotion.' But as he entered her, his mind betrayed him again imagining Harlan's massive shaft stretching her pussy instead, making her scream in ways Rian never could. The System hummed approvingly: 'Humiliation detected. +5 Cuck Coins earned.'
Days blurred into a haze of courtly intrigue. The imperial palace buzzed with whispers. Rian ignored the first task, convincing himself it was a hallucination born of stress. He strutted through council halls, defending his duchy against the barbs of the other lords. But the System watched, patient and cruel.
It struck during a grand banquet. Rian stood to propose a trade alliance, his voice steady. Duke Harlan, seated across the long table, chuckled low. 'Valest, your words are as small as your... ambitions.' The room tittered. Elara squeezed Rian's hand under the table, but the humiliation burned.
'Task overdue. Penalty enforced.' The voice sliced through his thoughts.
Agony lanced from his groin. Rian gasped, clutching the table as invisible forces constricted his cock. It shrank before his inner eye flesh retreating, nerves screaming until it dwindled to a pathetic two inches, soft and useless. 'Your manhood is revoked. No enlargement items may be purchased. Embrace your sissy fate or lose more.'
He barely finished his speech, sweat beading on his brow. That night, alone in his chambers while Elara bathed, Rian stripped and stared in horror at his reflection. His once-average prick now resembled a clit, nestled humiliated between his thighs. He touched it tentatively, but it barely stirred. The System pinged: 'Cuck Coins: 25. Visit the Shop to begin your transformation.'
The interface expanded, revealing a shadowy menu:
Cuckold Shop
Sissy Panties (Enhance humiliation sensitivity): 10 Coins, Chastity Cage (Lock away your inadequacy): 20 Coins, Voyeur Amulet (Watch betrayals in vivid detail): 30, Coins Impregnation Serum (For your wife's lovers): 50 Coins More unlocked with greater shame.
Rian slammed his fist against the mirror, but the glass held. Outside, he heard footsteps—servants gossiping about the 'tiny lord' who couldn't satisfy his imperial bride.
Meanwhile, in the shadowed alcoves of the palace, the dukes convened. Harlan leaned forward, his voice a venomous hiss. 'Valest is weak, but his wife... Elara's fire could warm any bed. If we break him publicly, the Emperor will strip his title. I'll start invite her to my private hunt. A 'diplomatic' outing.'
Duke Thorne, a burly man with a taste for rough play, grinned. 'And I'll ensure she returns... changed. Imagine Valest licking the evidence from her thighs.'
Their laughter echoed, plots weaving like chains around Rian's neck.
The next morning, Rian faced his reflection again. The two-inch nub mocked him. He could resist—confront the dukes, protect Elara fiercely. But the System whispered temptations: power through surrender. Weaponize the shame. Let them fuck her, earn coins, buy strength to crush them later.
Elara entered, her gown hugging her full breasts and wide hips. 'Rian, you seem distant. Harlan invited me to join him riding tomorrow. Should I go? For alliances?'
His heart pounded. The System flared: 'Opportunity: Encourage her. +10 Coins for submission.'
Rian swallowed, his tiny cock tingling with unwanted arousal. 'Go, my love. Impress him.' The words tasted like ash, but coins chimed in his mind.
As Elara rode out the next day, Rian retreated to his study, the Voyeur Amulet tempting him from the shop. He had just enough coins now. Purchase it? Watch her yield to Harlan's advances? Or storm after her, risk the System's wrath?
The choice loomed, dark and transformative. Surrender and become the sissy cuck gaining power from cum-stained sheets and whispered betrayals. Resist, and watch his world crumble, his shrunken pride the least of his losses.
In the fields, Elara laughed as Harlan helped her dismount, his hand lingering on her waist. 'You're wasted on that fool Valest,' he murmured, pulling her close. She hesitated, but his lips claimed hers, rough and demanding.
Back in the palace, Rian felt the pull. The System urged: 'Buy. Watch. Earn.'