Asking him to cum in the open top

"Why don't you show me how much you appreciate my help?" I say, holding the trophy firmly in both hands, the opening at the top facing him. "Cum in the trophy. That way, every time Mom looks at it, she'll know what a winner you really are." The words are acid on my tongue.

He grin widely, his dark eyes glinting with excitement. "That's my girl," he says, stroking my cheek with his free hand. "Such a good sissy." I fight back the urge to recoil from his touch, focusing instead on the task at hand.

As he continues to stroke himself, I keep the trophy steady, the anticipation making my stomach churn. He's so close, so close to giving in to his own twisted desires. I can feel the tension in his body, the way his hand moves faster and faster over his cock. And then, with a final grunt, he cums, the hot fluid spurting into the open top of the trophy.

I watch in a mix of fascination and horror as the semen pools in the trophy, a grotesque prize for his sick victory. He chuckles, his breathing heavy. "Good job," he says, panting slightly. "But I want you to cum in it to. Hurry up."