Making and breaking of a cuckold – 2 The confrontation
Max lifted my chin up and spat another big glob of spittle into my face. My defeat was total and I just wasn’t in a position to do anything to resist so I looked at him and said, “Yes Boss”.
Gemma clapped her hands and called out elatedly, “I knew you’d break the wimp easily Max. He’s a pansy and a pathetic excuse for a man. The last thing the world needs is weaklings like him spreading their seed and creating new losers”.
“Though, people like you and I will always need servants Gemma”.
“True Max, but I’m not going to be the one producing them”.
“OK peepee, you can kneel beside me now”. I got there in a hurry; that large right hand of the Boss’ had instilled fear into me.
“I like how eager you are, boy. I’m going to rest my beer can on the top of your head as you kneel, while my hands roam your wife’s body”.
I had never felt so stupid in my whole life, kneeling before the Boss desperately trying to balance his beer can on my head while he was making my wife groan during what was presumably foreplay. Yet I knew I had to obey him or he would make me suffer. He finished the can and tipped the dregs over my head to add to my humiliation.
