Making and breaking of a cuckold – 2 The confrontation
“Your wife’s told me about you Peter and what a wimp you are. You can’t even satisfy her in bed so she’s asked me to step in for you”.
Max crashed his backhand across my face again. I went down on my knees. He grabbed me by the hair and spat in my face.
“That’s what I think about males like you peepee. Gemma tells me your penis is really a peepee so that’s your new name. From now on, you don’t have sex with your wife; she’s my property and her pussy is off bounds to you. Do you understand me or do you want me to beat you to a pulp?”
“Please don’t hit me any more Max”.
Max kicked me in the balls as I knelt before him. “Weaklings like you aren’t permitted to address me by my name peepee. You will address me as Boss”.
As if to emphasize his control, Max then stepped back and drove his right foot deep into my ball sac. I convulsed with the pain but he kept me upright by gripping my chin.
Max had disabled me. I was helpless kneeling at his feet before him, dizzy and wracked with pain in my balls. I was totally at his mercy and he could have killed me if he wanted to. I later found out he was an accomplished MMA fighter and instructor so I never stood a chance.
