Chapter Twenty
Full-Service c*m-Slavery
Brad had been oh-so calmly manipulated by his smirkingly merciless mistress, cuckolded inventively against his every natural inclination of pride as a man and as a husband, and trained more remorselessly than any animal, until the poor whimpering boy could only grovel and beg for more and more of the most humiliating s****l servitude, ever more. God, the joy of it!
He was Alyssa’s c*m-slave. Ah, how the mere sound of those words in his reveling mind thrilled him—and the sight of them, too, as the contract of his sperm-slavery hung always above the couple’s marriage bed, elegant ebon script embossed on glossy crimson paper, signed solemnly with his notarized signature and, more importantly, with the silvery stains of the heaped-over gouts of his co
