Brad hadn’t really known what he was signing up for, he’d seen the ad on fetlife and responded out of shear desperation to get laid. He’d never been very lucky with women but was addicted to porn and loved anything kinky, the idea of serving a secret dominatrix coven for executive women and the ultra-wealthy appealed to him on so many levels even if he didn’t entirely believe that add – honestly he’d have been more than happy had he ended up serving a delusional old slut or getting put in a dress and pimped to local guys but as it turned out every word of the advert was true.
‘Welcome to servitude’ one of the women greeted him in a powerfully derisive tone as he entered the lobby of their grand hall, even just the entrance hall was a hugely impressive room with a long hall that ended in two huge staircases leading down to a vast ballroom. The scale was vast with large imposing statues of fierce looking Amazonians and big frescoes of bare breasted Goddesses being waited on and pampered by chained men. The shear size and vividness of it made Brad’s head swim but by far the most significant and attention grabbing thing was the two rows of womanly figures standing powerfully and mysteriously at the end of the room.
Nervously he moved forwards and stood before the women who all wore long flowing robes and had their faces covered with large artistic and expensive looking masks. He was told to undress and obeyed quickly even though his hands trembled. A woman totally covered in loose silk robes appeared silently from behind him and took hold of his balls to ceremoniously wrap a long piece of rope around them in which she tied a knot that left two equal lengthed bits of rope dangling from his now trapped nuts. He watched nervously as the rope was threaded through the centre of a large metal ball and fastened in a way that let the ball roll freely and easily when pushed. He hadn’t known what to expect but this isn’t anything he’d ever even come close to imagining and his mind raced to try and work out what was going on.
Two women stood one either side of the large metal ball that was attached to his nuts, they rocked it back and forth together threatening to push it and letting it roll just far enough to tugg on his balls and make it very obvious what would happen if the only thing he had to stop it’s momentum was his balls… Thanks to a clever knot it didn’t just stretch his balls painfully but also folded in on them from all sides crushing the nuts in a vice grip. The two women shoved the ball forward in little spurts letting it roll just enough it tugged on his balls and pulled him forwards before coming to a stop, about the only thing he had to be grateful for was the plush cream carpet that was slowing it down slightly.
‘Prove yourself to us’ the women said in unison as the two silk wrapped women rolled the ball slowly towards the top of the large ornate stairway, he winced and whimpered but couldn’t do anything beside step forward, following the ball until he was standing right at the top looking down the long and steeply descending stairs to the large ballroom below.
He stood there trembling and unsure what was going to happen as the women in their large capes and big masks formed a line and each stood before him and pausing to take off one of their long white gloves they each reached out to squeeze his nut-sack while resting a hand on the large metal ball and rocking it perilously close to the top step, each time a woman grasped his balls and squeezed the main woman intoned loudly ‘This woman owns your balls.’
He was sweating profusely and trembling in fear and discomfort as the last woman squeezed his balls firmly and move away. He was turned around so the rope was sticking out behind him and made to kneel while the first woman came back leading the others, she stopped before him and slowly raised her long skirt up to expose her pussy to him saying ‘This is what you live for!’ his heart raced with excitement as he gazed at the hairy folds of skin, the first vagina he’d ever seen in person. ‘Tell me you’re a slave to my pussy!’ she demanded and he replied almost instantly ‘I’m a slave to your pussy..’ She let her dress drop and slapped his face hard ‘you don’t deserve my pussy!’
Every woman repeated this until his face was glowing red, the sight of so many different and beautiful loins made his cock swell and throb but the women didn’t even seem to notice. When the last woman had slapped him and stepped aside he heard the lead womans voice calling him in her loud dominating voice ‘come worship the pussy that owns you!’ he looked up to see her on the other side of the room raising her dress and displaying that beautiful hairy pussy. The woman either side of him put a hand on his shoulder and pushed him down onto his knees then forward onto all fours ‘COME WORSHIP THE PUSSY THAT OWNS YOU!’ she demanded again and this time he began to crawl forwards, the ropes tightened and squeezed his balls but he inched forwards none the less, feeling his testicles stretch as he took the strain and pulled on the heavy metal ball until it began very slowly to roll with him – the effort was agony on his poor little nuts but he was determined to prove himself worthy and clenching his jaw he pulled himself forwards dragging that big heavy ball behind him.
‘YOU DON’T DESERVE MY PUSSY!’ the woman yelled when he finally reached her, letting her skirt fall she slapped his other cheek. Behind him he heard a woman’s voice yell ‘Come worship the pussy that owns you!’ so gritting his teeth he turned and crawled across the room to get his next slap, gazing longingly at the womans beautiful pussy as he crawled slowly dragging that big heavy metal ball over the plush carpet and crushing and stretching his nuts in newly agonising ways with every inch he edged forward until finally he was only inches from her wonderful loins and WHACK! he got his slap and again a voice from the other side of the room called out ‘Come worship the pussy that owns you!’ and again he trudged forward gritting his teeth as his balls were massaged and mangled between the large knots of his ball ropes but with is cock throbbing with excitement and dripping big watery drops of cum that was being milked and squeezed from his tortured balls.
Finally when his left cheek was as red as his right cheeks and he’d really got a chance to admire every pussy up close he was lead up onto a marble plinth, the two women released his balls and let him fall to his knees as the sensation returned and his crushed little nuts throbbed in agony. ‘Prove to us how pathetic and desperate you are!’ she lead woman demanded and the women circled the plinth gazing down at him from their masks ‘Jerk yourself to show how thankful you are to us.’ with a gasp of thanks he reached down grasping his aching balls and massaging them trying to put them right before grasping his cock and starting to stroke, his poor destroyed balls screamed in pain but he was so horny and so desperate and it felt like cumming would be the only thing that could possibly help the agony so gritting his teeth he jerked himself and let his aching balls bounce up and down sending stabbing pains shooting through him every time they caught themselves of bounced off his thigh.
‘Stand and spread your legs!’ the lead woman demanded from directly in front of him, he obeyed quickly still grasping and stroking his throbbing cock even as her boot came up in a rapid flicking motion and kicked his ball sack crushing it against his body and making him gasp and moan as he tottered forwards and collapsed onto his knees. The women all took a step to the right and now a different gold and silver mask looked down at him demanding ‘Stand and spread your legs!’ and he forced himself with a tightly clenched jaw to get up again and accept another swift kick to the testicles which once again brought him down onto his knees.
Each and every woman kicked him hard between the legs, each and every woman made a perfect connection to his balls and caught them perfectly between her booted foot and his pelvic bone. Each watched him jerk himself just long enough that his balls were starting to swell with the pressure of a coming orgasm before the deadly blow brought him to his knees. Finally on the last blow he was pushed over onto his back and allowed to jerk himself furiously through several exasperated failed attempted which ended in gasping and moaning before finally launching a huge exploding fountain of cum over himself while his body twitched and jerked and he moaned in pleasure and agony.
While he lay there on his back gasping for air and letting his head swim the woman moved backwards and vanished silently into various doorways and entrances, the last to leave was the leader who told him calmly ‘Do not leave your plinth until we have decided your fate. ’ He heard noises and looked up to see a small crowd of smartly dressed people drift down the hallway admiring the art, some of them drifted past and down the staircase into the ball room where music was just starting to play while others paused to gaze at the newest installation. Laying back covered in cum he knew he couldn’t do anything else but let them enjoy his humiliation.
It was mostly couples and a few single ladies who passed him on their way into the ball, he started to get a good idea of the type of person that was attending form their conversation. One woman remarked to her husband ‘that’s what your balls will look like if the yard isn’t done this weekend’ in reply he simply nodded meekly as he eyed Brad’s reddened and obviously very tender testicles with genuine concern. He got a lot of interest from the guests, lots commented to each other about his exhausted state and obviously well punished balls. Brad was finally getting around to trying to understand what was going on and where it was leading – he’d noticed It was always the women leading their husbands, the husbands were always very respectful and obedient, it was obviously some form of ball for people in female led relationships or some form of femdom group or something but that was all he could gather.
Two women paused to talk together while holding their husbands on their arms, they joked about their husbands being as much of a horny loser as me which seemed to genuinely embarrass the men ‘i’d had him servicing me while I play video games and it’d gone on way longer than i’d intended, like you know when you just get into a game? he was down there for hours!’ they both laughed ‘poor thing was so desperate to cum!’ she nudged at her blushing husband ‘I told him he could only cum if I could watch him edging for a bit then put the game back on and forgot all about him!’ the two women hooted with laughter ‘it wasn’t until the sun started coming up and i could see his reflection in the screen sitting there on the sofa with his legs spread desperately trying to keep his exhausted cock hard that I said ‘ok you can cum now’ but he was so worn out he couldn’t even manage it!’
Slowly the crowd passing thinned and the party downstairs got into full swing, he lay there on his cold marble plinth wondering what was going on and what would happen next. The doors were right there, he could just get up and walk naked out into the street, he could be free and safe and go home to nurse his aching balls but somehow he couldn’t bring himself to leave this fascinating world he’d been drawn into, he kept thinking about that guy licking that beautiful and elegant ladies lovebox for hour after hour, kept thinking about his balls aching for release as he stroked himself while she ignored him, it made his cock throb and he couldn’t help himself but lay there stroking himself trying not to cum while various party goers wondered past on their way in or out, a few couples paused to watch him stroking himself but he couldn’t stop nor could he bring himself to cum without permission – his already tender balls swelled and ached but he kept them bouncing and kept himself hard as he lay there on the cold floor looking up at the laughing women and bashful men looking down on him.
When the last of the party guests were gone and the music drifted to a close the women in masks returned, some of them were missing and a few staggered slightly, the leader laughed loudly and told him he’d done well, he lay there dizzily looking up at her still stroking his cock in a haze or lusty delirium ‘we’re going to keep you!’ she giggled obviously drunk ‘you’re going to start as a cleaner, this hall is filthy!’ she laughed ‘but empty your balls first.’ and with a gasp of excited thanks he opened his mouth, twitched, bent-double and began to spray his load in big thick creamy streaks while the women laughed and giggled behind their masks. Slowly they turned their backs on him and left by the main entrance, he lay there confused and excited.
‘You’re a cleaner now then….’ a male voice said gently ‘that’s not too bad,’ he smiled down at Brad ‘I’ll get you started, come on…’ suddenly feeling very out of place and awkward he got to his feet ‘grab a bin bag and help me collect all this rubbish..’ Brad looked around at the task ahead of them silently accepting his new life.
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