Making and breaking of a cuckold – 3 The emasculation

The pressure on my balls was unbearable but there was nothing I could do. To try to fight the Boss would be suicidal. To try to stop him having his way with me was more than hazardous. I maintained eye contact as instructed and tried not to call out but it was impossible to not contort my face with the enormous pain he was causing.

“Remember this peepee. I didn’t come over here so we could be buddies. No, we could never be friends. A wolf is never friends with its prey. I will be the Master who you slave for, the Dominant whom you suffer for; the God whom you pray forgiveness from. I could use a little groveling bitch to amuse me and that’s going to be you cucky”.

“Yes Boss”.

I was defeated, emasculated and my wife appeared at the door.

“Everything under control Max?” She took one look at me and saw Max’s vice like grip on my balls and she laughed. “God, what was I thinking of when I married this loser. Did you tell him he’s taking us to dinner darling?”

“Yes Gemma. Cucky’s in a very cooperative mood. The faggot even volunteered to lick that dog shit off my shoes while I was stretching your holes. Go figure, eh; it takes all types. Go and bring the car around the front cucky”.