Making and breaking of a cuckold – 11 Pool duties

“Oooh, I’d like to see that Gemma”.

Max spoke, “Stand up faggot. You have permission to look me in the eyes”.

I knew what that meant; the Boss was about to crush my testicles with his iron grip to impress Princess Sheridan. I knew better than to embarrass him in front of her by trying to resist in any way so I just meekly complied.

He gripped my balls and I eyeballed him from inches away as instructed. It was the only time he permitted me to raise my face to his, as you will recall, dear reader. This was going to end badly for me but the line of least resistance was the safest I figured. They were all a bit wired from the champagne and that was also hazardous for me.

The Boss began to squeeze and I began to squirm. God he was strong and the pressure was becoming unbearable, yet he was gradually able to increase it till I thought one of my balls must surely pop. I was sweating profusely and about to pass out from the pain. I heard the girls clapping.

“Bravo Max”, said Sheridan, “It must be my turn”. Princess stood up and swaggered over to where I was standing, having been released from the vice-like grip of my Master.