Making and breaking of a cuckold – 5 The device

The right hand smashed across my face again. “I didn’t give you permission to call me Sir peepee. I’m not Elton John or Prince Charles”.

He struck me again, this time with an open hand. He was so strong that the blows just sucked energy and life out of me.

“Sorry Boss, it was a slip of the tongue”.

“Well, from now on you just keep that tongue for what it was designed for, cleaning my shoes, bootlicker”.

Did he really have to humiliate me to this extent in front of my wife? Bootlicker! Surely peepee, cucky and faggot were insulting enough.

“You’ll learn to fear the DreamLover cucky. It delivers an electric shock to the balls which can be activated remotely. The original remotes worked from as far as 200 yards away but the new ones have a GPS and a SIM card and can be activated by cell phone. So, Gemma and I will both be able to shock you using our phones even if you’re in Africa. Ingenious, eh loser? And if you were to go anywhere near, say, a police station, I’d know. Put it on”.

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. So he would be able to track me wherever I was and cripple my balls using his phone. I fitted my penis and balls into the device as instructed.