Making and breaking of a cuckold – 3 The emasculation

The Boss threw his shoes at me and struck me on the face with my eyes downwards. The door shut. Faggot! I hoped Gemma hadn’t heard that derogatory term. I picked up a shoe and started licking it clean. There was dog shit there alright. What could I do? Surely he didn’t expect me to lick that off. Actually, he did and, in fact, he gave me specific instructions. I figured I had better do a good job or the Boss would hurt me.

I knelt there for an hour listening to my wife, who the Boss described as his whore, scream and moan.

Finally the door opened. It was the Boss.

“After my slut showers, you’re taking us to dinner cucky”.

“Yes Boss”. Shit I was weak. Couldn’t I say anything else? Couldn’t I push back even slightly? The Boss sensed what was going through my head and said, “Stand up peepee”. He then proceeded to grab my balls in his large powerful right hand and started to squeeze.

“Look into my eyes cuckold. These balls belong to me now. They are MINE. You will surrender all pride, dignity and masculinity to me. When I snap my fingers, you will rush to do as you are told. Anywhere, anytime. Or the day will come when I don’t stop squeezing”.