You cum in your pants.

Gazing into Veronica's awesome breasts gives you shivers up and down your spine. Another errant thought about how great it would be to have a huge cock and fuck those...

Oh no.

Your wife giggles viciously as you quiver in shame. "You just came, didn't you, Honey?"

You nod your head, causing the two women to burst out laughing. You quickly realise, however, you hear three women laughing.

You know that third laugh.

Ms. K walks into the room, entering with a black DVD case in hand.

"Oh, hi, Ms. K! Fancy meeting you here!" Heather greets her with a kiss. "Just catching up?"

"Just came by to show Veronica the latest recruits." Ms. K holds up the DVD case. "Wanna watch it with us?"

"Sure, put it in!"

With that, the DVD is played. On it are multiple videos, each falling into two categories.

The first category is videos of new recruits, all non-white, being properly welcomed into the Society through magical rituals transforming them into hung studs - their cocks all engulfed in a bright blast of magic, then lengthened and thickened to amazing sizes.

Heather and Veronica ooh and ah at the magic. Soon, all three women are fingering themselves to the show, panties around ankles. You give in, too, with a degree of shame, pull your pants down and begin to stroke your cum-soaked penis. The women snicker at the sad sight of your twiddling, your red face cringing with acute penis envy.

The second round of videos are footage of Ms. K using malign rituals on captured and bound white men, all naked from the waist down. Their facial expressions turn to confusion, then shock, then horror as the ritual brutally saps their dicks of vitality, volume and virility. No matter how big they start, it all ends the same way; premature ejaculating micropenis, just like you always have been.

Once the last video plays out, Ms. K turns to you, "I love it when they realize how badly beaten they are. That I made them a pindick loser. The look on their face is priceless, as the confidence drains from it; realizing they don't have a chance. You don't have a chance, does you, John?"

You can't muster a response, you freeze up and your little dick squirts in your hand.

"Man, what small dicks! But at least they have someone to blame, unlike you, John. Your tiny boyhood is all natural!" Veronica teases you.

"Speaking of, I've been thinking of helping out John with that...for a price, of course. Or maybe you play a game of mine, and win a prize...Either way, bigger dick." Ms. K smiles.

Heather and Veronica seem quite shocked and intrigued by this. "Wait, really? You gonna offer John a shot at The Rite of the Bull? Make a white Mandingo out of him?" Heather asks, skeptical.