Making and breaking of a cuckold – 19 The bar B que two

“Right hooks?”

“Our kicking feet. Here, I’ll show you. Assume the Position faggot”. I knelt in front of Mistress and she drilled a vicious kick deep into my ball sac then repeated it just as mercilessly. I remained motionless. I heard Miss Christy and Mr Jones gasp.

“Holy shit Gemma, how does he survive that? And he didn’t even move. What, have you replaced his balls with steel nuggets or something?” she laughed.

“No, it’s been part of his training from the very beginning and Max has made it quite clear to him that his balls exist purely to be target practice for his Master. He also knows if he groans or falls the punishment following will be much more severe”.

Mr Jones spoke, “So it’s partly obedience and partly survival instinct. I honestly don’t know how he put up with that Gemma. You were brutal. Full credit to you for training him so well. Tell me faggot, does Max kick harder than Gemma?”

These were dangerous moments for me. The obvious answer was “Yes” but that would piss off Gemma and make her want to prove me wrong, so I answered,