"Ahhhh… Kekeke…. The hubris of youth. I need to teach you a lesson in cuckoldry, my boy. I need to show you why I am named the King of Cucks." The King Cuck said cheerily, slowly turning his gigantic throne.
Once the Cuck throne finally swiveled around, the King Cuck's form was finally revealed.
"AH?! The FUCK?!" Jimmithey shouted as he looked at the Cuck's deformed body.
He was no longer the lean, muscular Cuck he was in the past. He was now a skinny and malnourished being, his body only supported by machinery.
Wiring and pipes were fitted into his skin, pulling his blood in and out. Steam exuded from small exhaust pipes on the sides of each machine. Towards the side of the throne were hundreds of little computer scenes, computer code, and binary ringing out every second.
They were stuck together in a mishmashed form, a complete technological mess that was nearly impossible to decipher.
He now stood at a massive eight and a half feet tall, much taller than he was before. Veins lined up his body, wrinkles lined beneath each vein, and his skin was now pale white.
He now loomed seventy feet above him, on top of his technologically supported Cuckold Throne. This said throne rested on top of many steps, which looked down upon the young black-haired Cuck.
Despite his disturbed and changed look, the King still had his dirty cuck smile and nose, staring down at Jimmithey's aura.
"Ah? You must question my new look, mhm? That sneak attack that daughter of mine delivered onto me did a real number on me! The resurrection wasn't complete, so it could not bring me back to my correct form. The form that could contain all of the pure cuckoldry within me! So, I need a bit of Cuck tech to help my body out! Just to be sure I don't destroy this cuckin' planet with my pure Cuckold aura! What do you think, Jimmithey?! Aren't I majestic? Aren't I beautiful? Aren't I your cuckin' King?!" He cackled out, a large cuckold grin resting upon his face.
"Fuck no!! You make me sick!! You nasty ass bastard! When I fucking kill you, I'll make sure it's slow and goddamn painful!" Jimmithey shouted, preparing to attack the King, getting into a fighting stance.
WOOSH!!!
Before he could, a wave of freezing cold Cuckold energy rushed out into him. This caused his body to tighten up for a second.
He looked up, seeing King Cuck's skinny, shriveled hand raised upwards, wires coming out from his wrist.
"Wait, my young cuck. I am not finished… Before we battle, I want to show you something. I want to break your mind. I want to show you why we are of the same mind… Of the same cuckoldry!" The King Cuck ordered as he waved his arm around.
As he did, the aura around both of them began to shake. It became a smoky fog, surrounding the pillars and walls of the mighty cuckold hall. The mist shifted, forming into a hologram-like vision.
"Jimmithey, I know everything you've gone through, after all, the King of Cucks will always know his cuck underlings. And with that, I can say that we are the same…"
"We were both fucked by the world, put down by the world of normalcy. So degeneracy is the only thing that would accept us. Degeneracy is the only thing that strengthens us!" The King Cuck howled, his hideous face lightened by the bright fog and machines under himself.
Jimmithey looked up at him and scrunched his face up in rage. Just hearing the King Cuck speak made him sick!
"Fuck no! FUCK YOU! You killed Miss Milly's mom and stepdad in cold blood! You manipulated my goddamn life and killed thousands! You kidnapped people and forced them to fuck for months! You weren't fucked by the world, you fucked yourself over! And you made people suffer because you're fucking weak bitch who couldn't handle the pain! I can handle that fuckin' pain! I can, you pussy!!" Jimmithey roared, pushing the cuckold fog away from himself.
"Keke... 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 and trauma!! But this is my whole cuckin' truth! Straight from the King's mouth..." The King Cuck laughed out, his mechanical support creaking under him.
The creaking sound echoed out, causing Jimmithey to stay silent and listen.
The King's voice made him sick, and he was already furious. But, in all honesty, he was a bit curious. So he calmed himself down.
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!