Lick it up

"Lick it off the floor. Now." Christopher commanded the ****. His voice had gone cold, no emotion at all. He sounded eerily calm, which only served to further unsettle Leylin. He bent over unwillingly and reached out his tongue to lick it up. He retched as soon as his tongue touched the puddle of semen, and his eyes teared up.

"Please don't make me do this. I'll do anything else." He pleaded with the king. He hated the idea of swallowing another man's cum. Especially when it was coming from the man who had ordered his wife to be **** right in front of him.

"Well, I'm sure your wife will be happy to take your place."

". . . Fine, I'll do it." Leylin said unwillingly. He **** himself to lick it again, and this time he swallowed.

"You're taking too long ****, my patience runs thin." Christopher stepped on his head and pushed his face down into the puddle.

Leylin slurped up the cum, all the while glaring up at Christopher. He had never felt so humiliated in his life. Previously, no one had dared to look down on him, let alone step on his face. He finished cleaning the floor, and glared back up at the man.

"Good. I have a meeting to attend, wait here. Someone will be here shortly to tell you of your assignments."