The (dark) end

You were just a regular guy. Boring job, average cock, married to a girl way out of your league. Then you slipped on that dark iron ring.

Everything changed. Girls got hotter, wetter, filthier. You got harder, thicker, meaner. You stopped caring about anything but fucking and being worshipped.

Now you're buried in tits and pussy every hour of the day. They beg for your load, fight to ride your {Cock_inches}-inch dick, moan your name like it's sacred. You're their god.

But sometimes, just sometimes, when they're asleep, cum-drenched and smiling, and your cock finally goes soft for an hour... you remember her.

Riley. Her laugh. Her eyes. The way she used to touch you like you were enough.

You fucked that up. For all the pleasure, the power, the pussy, there's no going back.

And maybe, deep down, that’s what the ring wanted all along. To make you feel like you won, while stripping away everything real. You didn’t win. You just stopped noticing that you lost.