Making and breaking of a cuckold – 17 Sir Max rules

“Once again, I’d love to see you do that one day Max”.

“You’re quite the little sadist Sheridan, aren’t you? Well, so am I. I get a rush out of inflicting pain on lesser mortals like cucky and an even bigger rush out of seeing them humiliate themselves before me. There’s nothing like having a straight male licking your feet begging for mercy, knowing they hate themselves for their weakness, and knowing they hate me for doing it to them but they can’t resist cause I’ve neutered them. And, anyway, I don’t do mercy, I do suffering”.

“You’re making me wet between the legs with all this talk Max. I might have to borrow cucky’s tongue again”.

“That won’t be necessary. Let’s lock the faggot in the garage and chain him to the pole by his balls while the three of us have an afternoon delight. He can stay there for the night cause I want us all to go out to dinner to celebrate my moving in here”.

I spent the next several hours chained in the garage, humiliatingly having to use a bucket as a toilet and without food or drink. Morning came and I heard the door being unlocked. It was Max.