Making and breaking of a cuckold – 3 The emasculation

Max lifted Gemma up into his massive arms and carried her up the stairs. I was still kneeling there 5 minutes later when he called out to me. “Peepee, I want you up here”.

I scurried up the steps and Max was standing at the door of my bedroom in the nude with his huge semi-erect member jutting out at me. I admit I was gobsmacked at his endowment. I stood there in awe until that back of his hand was unleashed again. Shit it hurt.

“You will always stay on your knees in my presence cuckold. And don’t make eye contact. The only time I ever allow my boys to look me in the eye is when I am painfully squeezing their tiny little balls in my hands. I love that look of pleading and weakness, the knowledge that only their fear of displeasing me keeps them from struggling or trying to save their useless manhood”.

This was insane but I lowered my eyes to the floor and said, “Yes Boss”.

“Good boy. You will learn. Seems my whore still has some feelings for you peepee. She’s begged me to allow you to kneel outside the bedroom door while I pound her so you can hear her screams of satisfaction. I said sure, as long as you do something for me. So here are my shoes. You will lick them clean, including the soles, while you’re kneeling there listening to us. I think I stepped in some dog shit on the way here so lap that up too faggot”.