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Everyone is over 18 and incest.

SLAM
 
The front of a purple heeled boot ram its way into my balls. My older sister was having her way with my balls. My legs were spread apart by vines and my mouth was on her pussy eating her out. 
 
“Dinner,” mom called from the kitchen.
 
SLAM
 
I screamed into my sister’s pussy causing her to cum all over my face. 
 
She threw me off of her and walked to get dinner. 
 
My name is Andrew. I’m a male witch. Which is frankly very rare. You see witches used to be 50/50 gender wise. But something happened were witch males started to go extinct. And since we can’t breed with regular humans that meant we would face extinction. Things got so bad that male witches dropped to only 5% of the population. 
 
So the head coven came up with a new solution. The restoration plan. 
 
The rolling back of male witch rights

The abuse of witch boys. Male witches are to be punished harshly by the women in their lives in order for their balls to produce more masculine sperm to compensate.

Male cum is sacred. Meaning until I’m 20 which is in 2 years I have to deal with a magic seal on my dick preventing me from cumming no matter how much I play with it. 

Breeding camps. There I would get to cum all day. It’s paradise.

When I turn 40 I get to be free and live like a normal person. Of course, with some caveats such as major supervision by the head coven. After all, males should always be in reserve.

 
The breed program has had mixed success really. All together the program has increased the male population from 5% to 8%. Apparently, it takes years of milking to even have a man produce a few male sperm. Though the excess sperm is used for making daughters or potion ingredients. 

“ANDREW,” Mom yelled from the dining room. I could feel an invisible hand grab onto my nuts and crunch them as hard as possible. Then I felt it pull me by my balls into the kitchen. 
 
“Ah ah mom I heard you,” I tried to grab hold to anything as I was pulled up over the dinner table upside down dangling from my balls. They felt like they were going to be ripped off. 
 
“Andrew, don't you make me call you again,” she then pulled my balls towards the wall, having me slam into it. 
 
My sister laughed. 
 
Cruelty was encouraged in witches. 
 
I got up on my knees and bowed my head low, “I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.” 
 
My mom was twice my size, impossibly curvy and with dark raven hair and purple eyes. My sister Jacklyn was more sporty looking but with brown hair and copper eyes. 
 
“Jacklyn have you been teaching your brother the vine spell,” Mom said sternly. 
 
“I was, but he kept messing it up. So I had the vines give him an impromptu restrain and penetration session,” She said with a smirk as she looked at me. My ass was still sore and I could still remember the thorny vines wrapping tight around my balls. 
 
“Oh dear he was that bad at it. He couldn’t even fight off the vines,” Mom said as she served dinner, mines of course on the floor. 
 
“Balls for brains over here can barely cast a spell correctly. Hope he makes better use as livestock at the farm,” Jacklyn said biting into her meat. 
 
“Yes your soon to go to the farm,” mom said looking at me a little sadden, “I’ll miss having a man in the house to torture and to do all the labor.”
 
“We could always kidnap a human man,” Jacklyn said. 
 
“They brake so easy,” Mom leered at my balls. She then outstretched her palm and sat at the dinner table. I knew what that meant. 
 
I got up slowly and placed my balls into her hand. It felt like a death march doing it. Her fingers then closed themselves around my balls. She squeezed.
 
My legs buckled, “Ahhhhh.”
 
“These can’t brake. They’ve been enchanted not to,” she increased the pressure. I could feel her deforming my manhood in her feminine hand. It was like nothing to her but everything to me. So much agony at the palm of her hand. 
 
 
Then light shown from in-between her fingers and I could feel a spark of electricity in her palm.
 
“Ah ah ah ah,” I started pulling and hopping from foot to foot as I felt currents of electricity run through my mother’s grip. 
 
My mother and sister started laughing at me. Jacklyn threw laughter said, “Oh my god I’m going to die,” she kept shaking with laughter, “Its like he’s dancing.”
 
I felt so embarrassed and ashamed. I was naked and made to dance by my mom and sis because my balls where so weak. 
 
Mom continued electrocuting my nuts in her grip for a few minutes until they had their fill. She then stopped the currents but kept her grip firm. 
 
Mom peered up at me a devilish look in her eyes, “You know your brother isn’t all bad at magic, he’s gotten quite good at spell breaking. In fact, he’s been breaking into our rooms for quite a while to steal our panties.”
 
My stomach dropped. 
 
“What!” Screamed Jacklyn in fury. 
 
“Yep I guess his dick is the best motivator huh,” she looked down to me as her finger flicked the tip of my cock, “Isn’t it?”
 
I learned to unlock spells because I was trying to break the seal on my cock. So I could finally cum, being on the edge was unbearable and so much worse since mom and Jacklyn loved to either randomly sack tap me or brush their hands on my dick. Yesterday mom sat next to me and just edged me for two hours. When I cried, she just shoved my face into her breast. 
 
I did brake the seal once but I quickly found out that doing so set my balls on a constant loop of rupture and repair. I had to be taken to the hospital to have the spell reapplied. Something mom took her sweet time doing. 
 
CRUNCH
 
I started shaking, my balls were being crushed to their limit in my mother’s iron grip. 
 
“Let go of his balls so I can show him what sneaky little perverts get,” my blood ran cold at the thought of what my sister was planning. 
 
“After dinner Jacklyn,” mom let go of my balls, giving me an immediate sense of relief, “Go eat you're going to need your strength. I have a great way to punish you.” 
 
I ate slowly trying to stretch out the time so my balls could have any time to recover. 
Eventually when I was done I heard my mom from the living room, “Andrew come into the living room we’re waiting for you.” 
 
I walked in to see them sitting on the couch watching me. I gulped. I had to convince them to go easy. 
 
I crawled up to them and bowed making sure to arch my back like they told me, “Please forgive me mommy. I won’t do it again, I was just so horny please you have to understand,” I begged. 
 
Mom giggled, “You hear that Jacklyn he’s very sorry. He says he can’t help what his weenie makes him do. Is that right baby? Your weenie made you do it or was it your full balls.”
 
Jacklyn interrupted, “I don’t accept this little pervert’s apology.” 
 
“I….I’m sorry. My balls are just so full,” I pleaded. I started kissing Jacklyn’s boots. I knew she liked it when I debased myself. She had a thing for men that coward at her feet. 
 
Mom smiled, “You know what, it was your balls. It can’t be helped I have been edging you a lot recently knowing full well that no matter what I do you can’t reach an orgasm,” the mere mention of mommy’s soft hand edging my cock caused it to throb, “But yes you can’t be blamed I did teach you better.”
 
I gave a sigh of relief. 
 
I could hear my sister huff in anger. 
 
“But,” mom continued, “While you did nothing wrong. You did make it clear to us that your balls are to blame. So, they should receive all the punishment.”
 
My face dropped as my sister cheered, “Mom please don’t hurt them please they’re so sore, please.”
 
“Nonsense those balls have been making you misbehave. They have to be taught a lesson,” she said as she got up. 
 
“Get up numb nuts I’m going to enjoy making you sing like a bitch,” Jacklyn said. 
 
“Mom I……” mom flicked her finger and I floated in front of her, my legs forced into the splits. I could feel my mother and sister’s eyes on my low hanging manhood. 
 
Mom took her hand and wrapped it around my cock and started jerking it. I quickly felt heat bring my cock to life in my mother’s hand. 
 
My sister looked at mom confused, “I thought we were going to torture him.”
 
Mom started jerking my dick faster I could feel myself get closer and closer. Every pump drove me to the wall of the seal. If I was free one pump would be enough to blow my load over their faces. But cause if the seal on my dick it was like being jerked threw heaven and hell. 
 
Mom let go and kiss my tip. My cock pulse and throbbed for release the only thing coming out was now a stream of precum. I started to cry. I wanted to cum so much. 
 
Mom made an empathizing face and brought her finger to trace small circles under my cock right where the shaft meets the head, “Aw, not cumming must really drive you crazy. How about after we’re done you can come up to mommy’s bedroom and help me get there. You’d like that wouldn’t you?”
 
I didn’t get to answer because Jacklyn interjected, “Mom are we going to torture him or not.”
 
Mom rolled her eyes, “You young women are so inpatient when torturing a man. There are some great advantages in dragging it out,” Mom swiped her finger under my shaft taking some of my precum and brought it up to her tongue to taste, “Potent stuff. Great for potion making,” she turns to Jacklyn. Mom slapped my cock causing it to bobble spilling precum everywhere, “Now he’ll stay hard for a while. Which means his dick won’t get in the way of his balls.”
 
Jacklyn’s eyes lit up, “Sorry mom I should have realized your skill.”
 
“Thank you darling but you did sass me earlier so as punishment after this you have to spend sometime pleasuring your brother,” she said. 
 
“What?” Jacklyn said. 
 
“Look at that angry cock. It’s desperate for attention. You going to practice your blowjob skills on it for an hour at least,” Mom said. 
 
“How will it be practice? I wouldn’t know if it was good or not. Its not like he can even cum,” Jacklyn said.
 
“Well just pay attention to how much he cries,” Mom said. She then clapped her hands and two metal rods appeared.
 
I tensed, “W….what are those for?” I squeaked.
 
Mom handed one to Jacklyn who started to slap it against her hand to see how hard it was. By the sound of it very. Mom tapped the rod against my balls, “You know what they’re for.” 
 
She than swung her’s back and slammed it into the underside of my nuts.
 
AAAHHHHH
 
Jacklyn from behind crashed it into the back of my nuts making me shake in pain, “What’s wrong little brother did your prevy little balls get bruised.”
 
“Mommy pleeeeeee,” I squealed as she slammed the rod harder into my balls. Sending waves of pain from my groin to my head. She was hitting them like she wanted to crack open a piñata. 
 
My sister was relentless. She barely waited for mom, smacking my balls quickly and relentlessly. She gave me no time to scream. 
 
After a few minutes mom and sis got tired.
 
Jacklyn rubbed sweat from her brow, “Beating his balls really took a lot out of me.”
 
My balls were in so much pain. I could feel how swollen they had got from how low they hung. It’s like my own already too painful balls were also a weight pulling my chords. I did know how they were going to survive. 
 
“Let’s take a break,” mom said.
 
“Thank you mom,” I wheezed. 
 
Mom looked at me confused, “No baby I meant for us,” she snapped her fingers and two rings appeared, “Now listen up I want both of you to pay attention to the spell. Cause I’ll be testing you in the coming weeks,” she then took both rings and stuffed my balls with great effort on her part and a lot of painful yells on mine, through the two rings. She then pulled apart the two rings and pulled my balls off my body, “Ta da”
 
My stomach sunk. Jacklyn was overjoyed, “Wow mom so it’s like the rings are portals. Wait can he feel his balls now that there removed.” Mom playfully flick the bottom of my removed balls which caused me to shake, “See.”
 
Jacklyn was shaking with excitement, “Could you even separate his balls as well like having each testicle individually.”
 
“Yes but you’d need the two regular rings and two small ones,” she paused, “If I just remember where I put the smaller ones. Why do you ask?” 
 
“I just thought It’d be super fun to put one ball in each of my shoes and go out dancing with my friends,” she said to my horror. 
 
“Definitely that does sound fun. I might try that myself next time I go out,” Mom said it like the ownership of my balls was something they could share. 
 
Mom then picked a heavy spell book off the shelf. She put my balls on a wooden stool and dropped the book.
 
“AHHHHHHHHHHHH,” the scream tore its way through my throat as the book slammed down on my balls. Mom then sat on top of it crushing it further with her weight.
 
“MOMMY PLEASE MOMMY PLEASE MY BAL…” mom snapped her fingers and my mouth shut. 
 
Jacklyn laughed, “You need to teach me that. Life would be better if men were more quite.”
 
“True but I would miss their screams,” Mom said.
 
I shook still floating as my mother sat on my severed balls. I was going to die from the crushing force. Every few minutes she would shake a little to grind my balls a little bit more. 
 
Tears ran down my face as I cried silently. Mom saw me and said, “Don’t cry baby you should appreciate the time we have together. You’ll be at the farm in two years and I’ll only get to see you on visiting days.”
 
“You could volunteer. Last summer when me and my friends were working there, they said they need more volunteers,” Jacklyn said. 
 
“Oh my, for the milking,” mom said. 
 
“No, that part is mostly automated. Trust me I’ve been in the facility, things are not pretty. Rows of men hooked up to milk machines, pumping them raw. Asses getting fucked by dildos and balls being electrocuted to produce more cum. You’d think they’d like it, but I guess after the first few orgasms the next hundred become torture,” She said. 
 
Mom frowned, “So no womanly touch.”
 
“I guess on certain days they let women come up and do it by hand. But most of the times overseers just walk around and have the men eat them out. What they need volunteer work for is for the farm side,” Sis said peering at me, “Men have to be active and strong to produce healthy sperm, so they have to do farm work. It’s what me and my friends did for summer work. They gave us cattle prods and whips so we could keep the men in line.”
 
“Was it hard?” Mom said. 
 
“Nah. It was fun. You know one time me and the girls picked on this newbie. We took him out back where the other guards couldn’t see him and we just went to town whipping and kicking him. It was so bad he had to me taken to a medical unit,” Jacklyn said laughing.
 
“Was he okay?” mom said a bit concern but less in a worry for a man’s safety kind of way and more in a morbid curiosity kind of way. 
 
“Don’t know? It’s not like we cared to ask. His cock and balls must have survived because we weren’t fired or fined.” 
 
That sent a chill down my spine, knowing what hell awaited me at that farm. I thought it would be paradise. But I was going from abused dog to abused livestock.
 
Eventually they got up and mom reattached my balls.
 
She then snapped her fingers and I could talk. 
 
“Mom my balls, you sat on my balls so long they were going to pop,” I sobbed.  
 
“Grow up,” Jacklyn said.
 
“Don’t bully your brother he can’t help it,” Mom said pinching my cheek.

A story about true love

My name is Amanda Smith. I’m a 38-year-old former supermodel and now CEO. I constantly make record profits, I’m healthy and exercise all the time keeping my body nice and tight. Life was perfect for me, except for one thing.
 
I was missing love. I had no one. Getting dick was easy. I could get men all the time, being as rich as me meant a good big dick was not hard to come by. But love was another thing. The thing is my love was always different, it was more possessive, some people say obsessive, I need something to worship me. I need a husband, that’s a slave. Something below me I could shower with my love. 
 
Most men I dated ended up leaving after the idea of them being a sexless cuckold came up. I got a few that were willing but later on could not take the physical abuse. They did regret it. If they break my heart, I break their balls. 
 
As a whole I could not find anyone. Well, that was until I noticed James. He was my young assistant. I hired him for his pretty appearance and his shy personality. He always served me efficiently even sometimes treating me like a maternal figure. He would do work 24/7 no matter what I needed. 
 
And he was so respectful, though sometimes I did catch his leering eyes on my breast or my ass. 
 
So I did some research on him. He was 18, no friends, no family and living in a shitty apartment on the outskirts of the city. 
 
It’d be like a Cinderella story if we got together. 
 
Over the months I fell deeper and deeper in love as I obsessed over him more and more. 
 
Finally, I invited him home and proposed to him.
 
He was rude. He was behaving like a brat, saying things like he didn’t love me and how he was not going to marry me like that. How he did find me attractive but he didn’t want to make things awkward. He got given a better offer at a different company and how he was going on a date with some bitch soon. And how this was unprofessional. 
 
I think I went into a blind rage. I could barely remember that night. All I could remember was his high pitch screaming and begging, and I think I might have beat his balls so hard he fell unconscious. 
 
So that leaves us five months later as I walked down a staircase to a room, I had pad locked. In my hand was a dog bowl with a special chunky meal full of protein, fiber, vitamins and minerals and a load of aphrodisiacs. 
 
I removed the padded locks, “Baby I’m here with munches.”
 
The room was dark with no furniture, only a toilet, a shower and a drain in the middle of the floor. I flicked on the light. 
 
There James was naked covered in welts from the whipping he got yesterday, and his balls swollen and red, a flat caged around his cock, and wearing a collar with a chain. 
 
His eyes lit up at the food. He was thinner now, mostly because I only fed him once a day and never enough. He could have more food when he earned his freedom from this room. He could have everything when he loved me. 
 
I put the bowl down. He quickly crawled on his hands and knees, trying to get to the food, but unfortunately for him the chain around his collar prevented him from reaching. 
 
I giggled. He’s adorable. 
 
I walked around him. I took the time to admire his big aching balls dangling between his legs. He was too distracted to notice.
 
I wound my leg back.
 
BANG
 
“AHHHHH,” he lifted up a bit as his balls were crushed between my foot and his pelvis. When he dropped, he curled into the fetal position using his hands to cradle his now bruised balls. 
 
“Oh, sweetie you know you don’t get supper until you eat,” I stood in front of him waiting. When he looked up I could see his eyes widen at the sight of my pussy, “Eat.”
 
He moved his head forward but I stopped him, giving him a stern look. 
 
He was confused for a second. Then a wave of realization washed over his face, “Thank you for the meal, Goddess.”
 
I shoved his head into my pussy and enjoyed him lapping a way at it. After months he learned every right spot to hit with his tongue. 
 
I drove my foot down and pressed on his balls like a gas pedal. This got a squeal out of him. But he only moved his tongue harder as I increased the pressure on his balls. He knew I wouldn’t get off until I came. 
 
I could feel my orgasm coming. I started putting almost all my weight on his balls. He shook from the pain, but he kept licking with all his strength.
 
“FUCK FUCK FUCK…..AHHH,” I moaned in ecstasy. As he moaned in ball shattering pain. 
 
I eventually removed him, his face wet with my pussy juice and his tears. 
 
I eventually pushed his bowl towards him. 
 
His eyes lit up and he crawled now with a limp to his bowl and ate it like a dog. I just stared at him. My heart swelled with love. He’s coming along so well. 
 
After he was done, he looked up at me, eyes pleading. He was shy when he said, "Goddess can I please cum?”
 
I laughed. I had let him come one last time at the beginning of his training. I let him hump my leg as I degraded him. But now it had been so long for him. His balls must have been churning with cum. His flat cage prevented him from relieving that pressure. 
 
The aphrodisiacs in his food also didn’t help, “Sweetie only I get to cum. You need to stop worrying about your teeny weeny and worry more about pleasuring me.”
 
“I know that, but it's just been so long, I need it, please. I want to cum so bad, you don’t know how much torture it is to lick you and see your naked body. I feel like I’m going to explode. I know I’m not allowed but you said I'm your husband can I at least pleasure you that way,” he begged.
 
“Oh sweetheart, you couldn’t possibly pleasure me with that thing between your legs,” I giggled as his face dropped, “Besides I get dicked down by far better.” I knew he wanted to fuck me, he was a virgin after all. And hopefully a virgin he would stay. 
 
“Now get ready for your ball busting,” I said.
 
“Did I do something wrong Goddess?” He said meekly.
 
“Nothing at all baby,” I caressed his cheek, “I just enjoy causing you pain. In fact, it turns me on. You should be overjoyed that I’m lavishing your balls with my attention.”
 
His face twisted into fear, he was realizing what his life would be like under me.
 
“Spread your legs baby. I want to see your balls when I crush them,” And he hesitantly did what I said. 
 
“Good boy,” I cooed.
 
I swung my leg back as high as it could go.
 
CRUNCH
 
“OOOoooh,” James cried. 
 
It was the most satisfying feeling having my foot mangle his nuts. It was even more satisfying how his face contorted in pain. 
 
CRUNCH
 
CRUNCH
 
“P…please,” he wheezed 
 
CRUNCH 
 
CRACK
 
He fell over holding his balls as he sobbed in pain. 
 
“Aw, did you ballsies get hurt? That’s too bad. But it can’t be helped baby. Say thank you and stand back up,” I combed my fingers threw his hair to sooth his pain. 
 
I waited but he didn’t get up, he just kept crying. THAT UNGRATEFUL PIG, I GIVE HIM ALL MY LOVE AND HE SPITS IT OUT CAUSE OF SOME BALLS.  I yanked his hair up, getting a scream in response. 
 
“Maybe I should kick you with my steel toe boots like last time. Or should I cut off those balls you seem to love more than me. You’d like that wouldn’t you?” I yelled. 
 
He started shaking his head, tears streaming down his face, “No goddess no. I’ll behave. I’m sorry please.” 
 
My heart melted a bit. I let go of his hair and gave him a hug, “Oh sweetheart I can’t stay mad at you. You're the love of my life.”
 
He got up and spread his legs again. He was clearly in a lot of pain. He was shaking and his balls were turning a nice shade of purple, “Thank you goddess for blessing me with your kicks.”
 
I tapped my foot scowling.
 
It took him a moment, “And I..I love you.” 
 
CRUNCH
 
My foot rocketed into his tender balls crushing them with all my force. 
 
“AHHHHH,” he screamed knees buckling.
 
“I love you too,” My mouth pulled into a smile. My baby loves me. I felt giddy. 
 
I hugged his shaking body. 
 
CRACK 
 
I rammed my knee into his balls. Causing him to scream in pain. 
 
He loves me. 
 
CRACK 
 
He loves me.
 
CRACK
 
He loves me. 
 
SQUELCH 
 
“PLEASE YOUR GOING TO BRAKE THEM!” He cried. 
 
I picked up speed. 
 
SQUELCH
 
He’s perfect.
 
SQUELCH 
 
We’ll be perfect. 
 
I lifted him higher off the ground, ramming my knee harder and deeper into his near broken balls. I could feel them starting to give way to my knee. Like he was offering them to our love. 
 
SQUELCH 
 
I LOVE HIM. I LOVE HIM. I LOVE HIM. 
 
SQUELCH 
 
“I’LL MARRY YOU PLEASE,” he choked out in sobs and screams. 
 
I dropped him. He fell hitting his balls on my knee on his way down. 
 
He said yes. He was curled in a ball, his hand cradling his tender manhood. Silently begging for them to still be in one piece. 
 
I held his face up and kissed him deeply. I then dropped him to get up to leave. I did have a whole wedding to plan now.
 
“Wait,” he struggled, his balls causing so much pain he could barely speak. He looked up at me, “I said I’d marry you. Can I please be let out of this room.”
 
“Oh no baby. The wedding will be a month away,” I smiled. I could see tears forming on his face and a sob escaping his tender lips, “I know I’m sad too that it can’t be earlier, but I want it to be special. And besides it gives us more time to make sure you become my perfect little husband.”
 
I walked out of the room, turned off the lights and left him in the dark to cry.

I need to celebrate. I think I’ll call a man over to fuck me tonight.

Moms and boys weekly magazine for a femdom society. 

Conversation with Mary about her book.
 
We met Mary at her beautiful home in the countryside. Large and imposing and well maintained by her former husband and let’s just say former man “Jack.” Later I found out Mary had him castrated and enslaved a decade ago.
 
She had been a large contributor to our cause and her home mirrored this as it was decorated with all sorts of femdom paraphernalia. Large statues and pictures of men in various states of submission. On her shelf she had her award-winning book how Mothers can crush the Patriarchy through their sons. 
 
Reporter: So, Mary, what’s life like. And how have you found the reception to your book?
 
Mary: Oh, it’s amazing, my life has become a dream. My book is the best seller in the country, all my sales coming from mothers of course. I’ve seen mothers of all types reading it everywhere. I believe I’ve made waves in the boy mom community. 
 
Reporter: And what about your detractors and your fans that say that your book is metaphorical? 
 
Mary: Patriarchy is frankly hard to crush but one must simply grind their foot into it till it pops. And as for my fans who say it’s a metaphor I’d say this, you can’t deny what you feel. You are well aware of the words in my book. You want to act, so do it. 
 
Reporter: Yes, passages in your book like, “Emasculate your son but grinding his balls with your boots until he is made perfect.” What does that mean?
 
Mary: Dick and balls are distasteful really. Those balls simply just look out of place on the human form. And the only thing they do is make men aggressive and ugly. Honestly, it’s like castrating a pig so it doesn’t become a boar or neutering a dog when it is being too aggressive. 
 
Reporter: Did you do it to your son. 
 
Mary: Oh yes. I had always planned on having him neutered. I planned to do it last year, but he managed to distract me every time I was about to take him to the clinic. 
 
Reporter: That must have made you mad when you found out. 
 
Mary: Nonsense I do not fully blame him. It was my fault expecting him to make the right choice with those unsightly things dangling between his legs. Boys will always do anything to save them. And to pleasure themselves. I guess it’s like what I talk about in my book. Sons will do anything to hold on to their personal symbol of the patriarchy. It just doesn’t matter how much education you instill in them they will always be wrong with those balls attached. But I made sure to teach my son a lesson. 
 
Reporter: What sort of lesson? If you mind me asking.
 
Mary: I don’t mind at all. In fact, I encourage your readers to learn from my actions. You see I decided to tell him I knew what he was doing during his weekly ballbusting session. There I decided to take what must have been 8 hours beating his balls until he was begging for their removal. Of course, there was a lot of screaming pleading and begging. A lot of, “Please mommy don’t take my balls.” “Please let me jerk off one more time.” “Please Mommy a want to be a man.” I’ve witnessed a lot of these, many mothers invite me to their son’s neutering’s. So, I was more than prepared to crush his.
 
Reporter: A lot of people invite you to watch there sons get castrated.
 
Mary: Yep, a lot of my fans want me to witness them taking my words to heart. I offer them emotional support. They get hesitant, you know as their son begs. I will say I’m always pleased when I see a boy that willingly offers them to his mother. Ive witnessed I think 70 castrations.
 
Reporter: So, you were well prepared for your son then.
 
Mary: Yep, they were perfectly bruised and broken by the time he begged for his manhood to be removed.
 
Reporter: And did you take him to the clinic? 
 
Mary: I should have. I would have loved to keep them in a jar. They were a very impressive set of balls. Though most men would find his manhood impressive. I myself only found it more disgusting. But at last, I was so carried away in my pleasure that I kept going into I heard a loud pop and a high-pitched scream. Then I kept going just to make sure. 
 
Reporter: And has he recovered?
 
Mary: Yes of course. 
 
She then rang a bell. And her son James came into the room. Now readers I don’t exaggerate but he was the most beautiful boy I had ever seen. Like he was straight out of an angelic painting. He was blond with fair skin and was androgynous leaning into feminine. I assumed it was due to the loss of testosterone. He wore a pink collar and was naked. He was perfectly smooth down there like a Ken doll. Under his pelvis there was a small tattoo of a blue male symbol crossed out by a pink X. He came and knelt down next to his mother. 
 
Mary: See how beautiful he is. Like a porcelain doll.   
 
Reporter: How are you? 
 
James: …..
 
Mary: He doesn’t like to speak. He has a problem with how high his voice is. I don’t normally complain. His mouth normally has other uses but still. James, a woman asked you a question. Be respectful to women. 
 
James: I’m fine. 
 
I didn’t know why he was ashamed. His voice was beautiful. 
 
Reporter: Are you more behaved?
 
James: Yes. I am more behaved. After…… the removal I’ve loss all my aggression and I’m happy being a good boy for mommy. 
 
Mary: See isn’t he lovely. Truly a work of art. Sometimes I see him and I cry at how beautiful he is. Sometimes I even see him crying in the mirror. Certainly, it must be about how much he has been FIXED. 
 
We traded pleasantries and then I was let out by her former husband. As a whole she was an inspiration. That night I decided to do the same to my own son.  I recommend all mothers to do same. And I recommend all mothers buy her book. Truly a wonderful woman. 

My name is Jessica Masters. I’m a 40 year old woman with an impressive body and more impressive bank account. I’m worth hundreds of billions of dollars. Most of my wealth comes from robotics, social media companies and film and television. But my real passion is female supremacy.  

 
 I am a true misandrist with a real deep hatred of men. I have invested much of my billions on female supremacist legislation. I have designed my defensive tech to target men more aggressively and my media empire to push femdom talking points.
 
   I am the proud owner of many clinics that work to falsify records and castrate men. Doesn’t matter if it is ex-girlfriends, mothers or very angry wives, my clinics exist to castrate males and then falsify medical records to say that it was medically necessary. I was hoping to create a world where you could castrate a man without an excuse. 
 
My life was in away perfect. Except a hic up. You see I had once planned to have a daughter who I would raise to carry on my work. I had even found a good-looking man to have one with.
 
I remember the day my son was born. His father was crying knowing he would be booked into my clinic for his failure to give me a daughter.  I had planned to try again but my work grew busy and eventually by the time I was free. I was told I could no longer have children. So, I had to resort to more drastic measures to get the daughter I wanted. 
 
My son hung from the ceiling asleep, unaware of the gift he was about to be given. Mat was always cute for a male.
 
In the light of this room, he really was perfect. I looked down at his balls. Almost perfect. 
 
He was asleep, his legs were spread apart with pink straps hung to the ceiling and his arms hung up the same. He wore a pink collar and matching chastity, something I had him wear when I first found him doing that disgusting habit. Boys do need to be corrected after all.
 
His hair was long and blond, something I thought looked good on him. And a pretty pink ball gag was stuffed in his mouth. He was small for his age, and he was hairless and weak. I had his body hair lasered off before bringing him here. 
 
The room was large; it had pink padded walls and rows of dildos and a few mirrors. A dresser filled with the prettiest dresses stood close. And a vanity table with makeup and mirror stood in the corner. Whips and all sorts of horror were held in a closet which inside was painted blue.
 
I watched his breath steadily as he slept unaware that this was his last day as a boy. It made me tingle. 
 
Smack
** **
I hit him across the face, startling him awake. It took him a moment to adjust to his surroundings. It took him another moment to try to shake himself free. He was like a trapped animal. 
 
“Sh sh sh,” I caressed his face, “There, there, mommy has you. Today I have something special for you. A gift,” he looked frightened probably confused by all this, “It’s something special,” I ignored his gagged sounds and pulled out a small box that red “It’s a girl” I pointed it at him, “I want you to guess what’s inside.” I pulled the gag from his mouth. 
 
His eyes widen as he read the words, “Please mom! You said you wouldn’t. You promised you wouldn’t. You said you would let me keep them and you’d unlock my chastity cage when I went to college. No mom please.”
 
I pouted, “Mat it’s not much of a game if you don’t guess.”
 
He gulped, “M..mom you promised.”
 
“I did. But things have changed. You know I want a daughter. I need one to leave my fortune,” it was true. I told Mat early on that as a boy he wouldn’t inherit anything and the second I had a girl she would be above him. He protested at first but after accepting it he instead just got me to promise to leave him his balls and to unlock him when he left for college. Something I wasn’t too happy doing but I guess over the years he wore me down. 
 
He pulled against his restraints trying to free himself. I wonder if the realization of what was about to happen made him more aware of his dangling orbs and how unprotected they were. 
 
“Mom I… why can’t you just adopt please,” he said with tears in his eyes. 
 
It was a fair question, “Don’t give me that. It’s your fault I’m doing this baby. You were always too cute and sweet. You were such a good little momma’s boy. You gave mommy a soft spot for you. I didn’t want you to leave and, in a way, this is a way for you to stay. For us to be closer.” I hugged him causing a sob to escape from his lips.
 
He looked defeated. A good attitude for a boy. He said meekly, “I..I wouldn’t make a good girl.”
 
He was right. Had I known this was where he would have ended up, I would have taught him more confidence instead of submission. I pointed to the room, “This room is for that purpose. In the months you will spend here you will learn how to me a confident, empowered woman.” 
 
He shivered at this, fear flashing in his eyes, “But I’m a boy. I want to stay a boy please.”
 
I held his large balls, he flinched at my touch. They were large and heavy. They didn’t match the rest of his body at all. Way to masculine. They must have been bursting with cum. I remember all those years ago how upset he was when he woke up with the cage on his tiny winnie. He was so mad. He really did love playing with himself.
 
To bad he’d never get to release all that trapped cum. I squeezed down causing him to gasp. I looked him in the eyes, “Guess what’s in the box Mat.”
 
Tears spilled out of his eyes, “P..p.. please Mommy.”
 
CRUNCH 
** **
I squeezed harder, digging my nails deeper. My knuckles were turning white. He was violently shaking but I wasn’t going to let up.
 
He eventually spoke, his voice in a higher tone. After today that voice would probably be permeant, “S... scissors.”
 
I let go causing him to gasp for air, “Correct that’s my clever girl.” 
 
I opened the box to reveal a pair of rose gold scissors with the female symbol engraved on the blades. 
 
He paled at the sight, “Oh don’t look like that, it’s just one snip. And after you will have everything, you wanted. Think of these scissors as a key to your new life.”
 
“But my balls mom. I want to keep my balls. Please mommy. You promised. Please don’t take my balls,” he was crying harder now.
 
“Oh, don’t be like that. They’re just balls. We're talking about inheriting my billions. That’s definitely worth more than those little things,” I wiped tears from his eyes, “After this training is done, I promise you, you’ll be much happier. You’d be more confident and you get to wear beautiful dresses like mommy, and you’ll even get to punish the male servants as much as you want. You know what if you behave, I might just make one of those friends of yours your own personal slave,” I squealed in joy, “Oh I can’t wait to have a daughter to teach how to dominate men. I’ll destroy your masculinity and grow you into a confident woman.”
 
His eyes drifted to the dildos, the makeup table and the mirror behind me and looked horrified. I think it took him a second to realize what was going to happen. What position he was in and how he was going to end up. I think I could see him coming to terms with the fact his own mother was going to take his manhood. First physically and then in the coming months psychologically. I think what ever life he thought for himself as a man or whatever hope he had for a possible normal sex life ended in his head. He eventually looked at me and nodded. 
 
I smiled, “Okay ask me to castrate you.”
 
“What?” He said caught off guard. 
 
“Ask me to please castrate you,” I said again letting it sink in. 
 
He hesitated clearly the part of his brain clinging to the idea of manhood still trying its best but eventually he spoke with some tears spilling down his cheeks, “Please mommy castrate me.”
 
“That’s my girl,” I said holding the scissors.
 
SNIP

Final part maybe I’ll do more. Mentions of past castration.

The women were taking a break lounging around the playroom. It was surreal for me to see people just chatting and sitting around the room. This place with its walls filled with all the tools used to torture me. Everything in this room only existed to cause me specifically pain. Yet right now it felt like a museum out of my nightmares with me as its main display.   

 
I hung in the middle, legs spread and swollen balls hanging between my legs. They still hurt like hell. I thought the pain would go away but it still felt like they were being steam rolled. 
 
Mom and mommy said they would give me a 10 minute break like that would solve my pain. They and all the women here had no idea how much this hurt. But why would they? They weren’t flawed, they didn’t have balls. It didn’t matter how much I explained. And I tried so many times when we moved here. But still it wasn’t like a man knew better than a woman. 
 
I heard bells. Margaret’s son served the women water. He had lost a lot of muscle since the procedure, and I doubt he could even grow facial hair anymore. Every once in a while, I’d see his sad defeated eyes linger on my balls. It was envious of him I guess, but even how beaten and bruised my balls where he’d give anything for his manhood back. 
 
SLAP
** **
Margaret’s son was hit across the face by Mrs. Margaret, “I asked you for water. Stop being distracted.” She looked at me and then down to my red and purple balls. She then held her sons face in her hand while pointing at my balls, “That. That’s what you and your disgusting father spent your lives caring about. Some stupid fucking balls. You two always talking about how men were superior and how women served. Always obsessed with having a family lineage. Where did that leave you two now?”
 
 
Tears streamed down Margaret’s son’s face. A few sobs escaping his mouth.           The other women started laughing at his pathetic display. 
 
Mrs. Margaret smiled at her boy, “A castrated pig of a father and his virgin eunuch son. Both under the thumb of women,” Mrs. Margaret rolled her eyes when he son started shaking with uncontrollable sob, “I didn’t want to neuter you. You think I wanted to do that to my son. But you kept misbehaving and you had to be made more docile. So you lost your privileges to your manhood. I hated doing it. But you made me do it. Apologize,” she said sternly. 
 
His voice came out broken and unnaturally high for a male, “I’m sorry I was distracted.” 
 
Margaret rolled her eyes again, “Not for that.”
 
He looked at her puzzled. Causing her to tap his bells. 
 
He looked down at his sack where two bells took the place of his stolen balls. He looked up at his mother with watery eyes and said forced, “I’m sorry I made you take my balls.”
 
“See wasn’t that easy,” Mrs. Margaret said. 
 
I felt a pair of naked boobs on my back causing me to shake a bit. A pair of arms wrapped around me causing my locked cock to throb in its cage. It was Mrs. Samantha, “We should make him tell us every night.” 
 
Mommy who was leaning against the Spanish horse said, “Okay ladies I think the 10 mins are up.” 
 
I wasn’t ready.
 
Margaret’s son took the glasses and left for the kitchen to clean. I could hear his sobs and bells as he went.
 
“I’m excited,” said Aunt Mable who was inspecting a wooden paddle with the words nutcracker on it. A gift mom got me for Christmas last year. It made Christmas morning a painful experience. I still remember the letters imprinted on my balls and how long it took for them to fade. 
 
Mom opened a closet of toys and pulled to an electric battery and two clams.
 
I dangled in my chains trying to get loose. That was met with laughter.
 
Mom came up to me.
 
SLAP!
** **
“Stay still,” she said. I did as she commanded. I was a good boy. 
 
She started putting the clamps on my balls, but they kept pinching and sliding off of my testicles. I was yipping like a dog as she did. 
 
“These balls are too swollen,” mom said slapping my balls.
 
Another jolt of pain shooting up me.
 
Mommy came up to see what was happening, “Oh that’s a problem.”
 
Maybe there was hope, “Does that mean I don’t have to play anymore. Please,” I begged. 
 
Mommy pinched my cheek and in a voice, you only reserved for dogs or males she said, “Oh puppy don’t be silly we’ll find a way to keep play. I know how much you like making us happy.” 
 
I gulped. 
 
Mom snapped her fingers, “Of course.”
 
She then ran to the wall and pulled off a metal vice with spikes on the mouth. One I got four birthdays back as a president. 
 
Mom and mommy worked together to roughly squeeze my balls threw the mouth of the vice not giving a fuck about how much it hurt to do so. Eventually they fit them threw. It was heavy and cold and it was crushing and piercing my balls. 
 
AHHH
 
Mom pulled on it, “Firm grip.”
 
Mommy handed her the electrical clamps. And mom put them on the vice. 
 
They got up and admired their handy work. Like my mangled balls where an art project. Mom smiled, “Time to test it.”
 
 
Mommy came up to my side, “Okay puppy why don’t you do it.” She showed me a switch. It had a dial from one to ten. It was set on one and it had a switch under it. The switch read boy buzzer.
 
My head turned, eyes pleading, “What?” I said meekly.
 
Mommy kissed my cheek, “We’ve been so mean to you today so we’re letting you zap your ballsies. We need to test if it works. I know your responsible enough to do it.”
 
I started to exhale rapidly.
 
“Remember baby. You don’t want us to not reward you tonight,” she tapped my cage.
 
Mom chuckled, “You have 30 seconds to decide to shock yourself or I’ll take the buzzer and turn it to 10. And we keep it there.”
 
Mommy put it in my chain hand. My finger over the switch that would fry my balls. They wanted me to electrocute my own balls as a gift to me. 
 
I hesitated; I wanted to press it. I really did; I was so frightened about what ten would feel like. But it wasn’t easy for a guy to zap his own balls. Especially when mine was so tender. 
 
Mom rolled her eyes, “See he can’t handle the responsibility. Give it here.”
 
My eyes bulged, “Wait please,” I panicked my fingers slipped and switched it on and dropped it. 
 
AHHHHHHHHHHH
** **
It sent a constant stream of electricity right through my abused nuts. I shook violently. 
 
Mom held me in place as I sputtered and trembled from the raw electricity hitting my balls. She then kissed my cheek, “Good boy.”
 
She took her time to pick up the remote. And then took longer to tease me with the switch. I could feel my manhood cooking. Tears were going down my cheeks. 
 
Click 
 
The lighting stopped and the only things my balls felt was just the pain from before and the vice squeezing them. 
 
“Okay ladies gather round,” Mom said, causing the women to crowd me. They too thrilled in my misery. Some laughing at my predicament, “This game will be focused on your knowledge of our society. You will all get three questions to answer. Get most of them right you win.” 
 
Mommy pulled on my vice causing me to moan in pain. 
 
FLICK
** **
Ahh
** **
Mom flicked my nuts between the vice, "Originally we planned to have his balls be shocked when you answered correctly. But then the goddess blessed us with inspiration. His balls were too big to be clamped,” she turned to me an angry brow, “Something he with be punished for at a later date.”
 
“Mom it’s not my fault. They just got that way from the pu…..AHHHHHH,” I screamed. 
 
Mom flipped the switch sending volts of electricity through my balls.
 
After a minute she flipped it off, "Interrupt me again and I will end the game and rupture both of your balls.”
 
She got up and roughly held my crying face in her hand, “Do you understand me boy?”
 
I shook my head up and down so quickly it made many of the women burst out laughing. 
 
“Good, now as I was saying. The goddess blessed us with inspiration. This vice will be used when your wrong. Every time you’re wrong it will be made tighter and every time your right a higher volt of electricity will fry his disrespectful balls,” mom said. 
 
I gulp. No matter what I lose.
 
Mrs. Samantha spoke, “What if we like his nuts being crushed.”
 
“Makes the game more interesting if you feel like you prefer losing,” Mommy said. 
 
Mom spoke up, “Samatha, Margaret since you spoke up you two go.”
 
“Fine this should be easy,” said Margaret. 
 
“Good,” mommy spoke, “First question and this one should be easy for you two. Which ball is owned by which mother? Ownership rules as well.”
 
Mrs. Margaret smiled, “Right one is the birth mother‘s and left is the adopted’s. As for ownership, balls are the property of the mothers if divorce happens, they will be taken with them. Castration of the individual's owned ball can be done by the individual mother that owns them. And at time of death the mother will be buried with whichever ball they have ownership of.”
 
ZAP 
** **
AYYYYYY
** **
I buckled as my balls were shocked by the battery.
 
“Correct,” Mom said. 
 
“Next question,” mommy began, “What education is permitted for males?”
 
The two women where caught off guard by the question and started whispering amongst themselves. Eventually Mrs. Samantha spoke, “Math, home economics, physical education, misandry 101 and English.”
 
No, she got it wrong. 
 
Mom rapidly turned the screw on the vice as I felt my balls being pancaked between the sharp spikes of the vice. My already swollen and beaten balls where being crushed to their limit. 
 
CRUNCH
 
“P…please,” I wheezed. 
 
Mom nodded. And she turned it tighter causing me to pull as hard as I could on my restraint in a vain attempt to flee. Why was she squeezing them harder?
 
CRUNCH
** **
“Your right baby I am being too nice to your balls,” She smiled knowing full well what I meant by please.
 
All I could do was cry. 
 
“Wrong,” mommy said, “No male is permitted to read. If any male is caught reading he is hung by the balls in the village square and their nuts are whip until their voice becomes horse. Their mothers are also fined.” 
 
“Oh come on I knew reading wasn’t allowed, why did I say English,” said Mrs. Samatha. 
 
Mommy then said, “Last question girls. Name the hierarchy. And explain the roles.” 
 
Mrs. Margaret smiled, “This I know. Pigs are at the bottom they are kidnapped adult males used for training and slave labor.”
 
Mrs. Samantha spoke, “We’re trying to buy a pain pig so we have some balls in the house to torture. But let’s just say find a pig with his balls still attached is rare.” 
 
“True,” said Aunt Mable. 
 
Mrs. Margaret continued, “Breeding bulls are next, they are pigs that do to their impressive anatomy are exercised and pumped with so many hormones that they lose all reason and become wild beasts that live to breed, they are milked for reproduction or commercial use of their sperm. Then after bulls comes sons who are the light of our lives can be biologically or can be a rescue. 
 
Then eunuch priest who are the sons of that survive past their mothers and serve the goddess in the church. Then sissies sons that are feminized and forced entertain bulls with their body. Once they have been neutered, they may be able to have second class status and even own property and a pig. Then comes unmarried women. After that married women who have started their journey with the blessing of the love only two women can have. Then mothers such as us. Then the priestess and finally the grand matriarch.”
 
Everyone turns to mom. She shook her head no. She then spun the screw increasing the pressure on my now deforming balls.
** **
CRUNCH 
** **
My eyes bulged in pain. Every throb causing the squeezing to get worse. 
 
Mommy spoke, “Sorry girls, you forgot daughters who are under unmarried women. Honest mistake.” 
 
“Dang,” said Mrs. Margaret. 
 
“Next round maybe. Mable, Joana your up,” Mom said. 
 
I was still hanging my balls squeezed between the pointed mouth of the vice, “M…Mom the v..vice,” I said weakly. 
 
Mom looked at my flattened balls, “Oh baby I’m not releasing the pressure. Especially after you interrupted me earlier.”
 
I saw Aunt Mable’s face grow concerned, “Ava I wouldn’t. In my medical opinion these balls are dangerously close to popping.” 
 
“Then they pop. You’re here, so you can fix them as best you can. Besides if you care so much about my son’s balls I’d answer correctly,” Mom said.
 
Aunt Mable’s brows furrow in determination, “Don’t worry nephew I’ll save your balls.” 
 
Mommy cleared her throat, “Just like before, the first question is easy. What are male rights when it comes to marriage.” 
 
Aunt Mable chuckled, “Well obviously property can’t get married. Males are barely human you couldn’t possibly assume they are capable of the same rights as women. Look at the outside world for goodness’s sake. Marriage is between two women.”
 
Mom said, “Correct,” let’s go a bit hire then two. She moved the dial from 1 to 6. 
 
ZAP
** **
OHHHHHHHHHHH
 
I convulsed violently in my restraints. I slurred through my screams. My balls sizzled as the volts went through. If the vice was going to pop them, any more shocks and higher would cook them. 
 
Mom flipped the switch off. 
 
“AHHHHH,” I wailed. 
 
Mom said, “Good job girls, you got my son crying like the bitch he is. Isn’t that right boy?”
 
I was balling. I just wanted the pain to stop why was I born with these balls. They were breaking my balls and mind. Sobs continued out of me. 
 
Mommy giggled, “Okay next question girls. What is the punishment for the greatest crime?”
 
Aunt Joana snapped her fingers, face filling with recognition, “Trying to break the rules of the community and trying to reveal our plan before the takeover is complete. The punishment both mothers being made into pigs and sent to work in the field with the men they so love. And the son…,” she was puzzled, “What happens to the son again?”
 
 
Aunt Mable said a bit reluctantly, “They are neutered and made a pig.”
 
I felt the vice grip tighter as mom spun the screw.
 
SQELCH
** **
I tried screaming but I couldn’t. My eyes bulged and my body trembled. It was tight. So, fucking tight. My balls were at their limit. They were squeezed so tight I could only cry and hyper ventilate. My balls quaked in the vice. Like my balls were searching for any place where they could escape. But they were trapped and being crushed at the hands of my own mother. 
 
They were so close to popping, every fiber of my being new if mom turned the screw even half an inch more they’d burst open. 
 
Mom said, “Wrong boys are punished by being sent to the facility in charge of developing ball busting toys. They become the last once to test toys before they’re put on the market. Which means unlike the pig test subjects before them the toys are unlikely to castrate them. Meaning they can spend the rest of their lives getting to test every horror imaginable.”
 
A fate worse than death. 
 
Mommy said, “Final question girls.”
 
My head wiped up and threw tears and silent screams I looked at my aunts with pleading eyes to please stop them from popping my balls. 
 
They both laughed at my exasperation. 
 
Mommy continued, “During the spring equinox after the egg cracking ceremony how many inches are customary for pegging that day.”  
 
I sweat rapidly. Nervous as hell for them to please answer it correctly. My manhood was on the line.
 
Aunt Mable spoke, “13 inches to symbolize the 13 times a day the goddess ruptures her son.” 
 
My eyes whipped to mom. Pleading. She rested her hand on the screw. No,no,no,no. 
 
She then quickly turned the dial on the remote to 10 and fried them.
 
ZAP
** **
AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
** **
“Correct,” mom said. 
 
AHAHAHAH, I started swinging in my chains as I uncontrollably shook, the vice moving and pulling down on my nearly popped balls. The volts were the worst thing I felt. Like they were roasting my nut like cornels that were about to pop. 
 
The ladies applauded for Aunt Mable and Aunt Joana.
 
“Something smells like it’s cooking,” Mrs. Samantha said. 
 
Mom turned to my purple balls, “Oh right.” She hit the switched and left me hanging, “I didn’t realize how much the sweat on those balls would conduct electricity.”
 
I felt like my brain had been so overwhelmed with pain that I was going to faint any minute.
 
SLAP
 
Mom slapped me across the face keeping me up, “No you don’t.”
 
Mommy then unscrewed the vice. She pulled on it a lot as she did. The volts had partially melted the metal off the screw. But after 5 mins she managed to yank it off of me. 
 
“They do not look pretty,” mommy said holding my swollen, tender balls.
 
“Nonsense they’re a lovely shade of deep purple. I have some lovely purple pumps that would look amazing with his balls under them. In fact, boy, remind me to stomp on your balls with my purple pumps tomorrow,” Mom said.
 
I gulped. I knew better than to forget. 
 
“Okay the final game tonight is something we like to call whip tag,” mom said making me shudder in fear. I knew whip tag very well. 
 
Mom continued, “It’s very simple one kicks the male in the balls. And the other whips his back.”
 
“Particularly my son's lovely perky butt,” Mommy affectionately slapped my ass, “Puppy remind me to peg you tomorrow.” 
 
“Melanie, calm yourself and let me explain,” Mom said. 
 
“Sorry, it’s just the hours of squats we do together have made them so plump,” Mommy said.
 
I loved squat training. Very much because mommy let me use my tongue to clean her after our work out. 
 
“You whip him while your partner kicks him. And it’s important that you kick him with your shin. The point is you kick his poor beaten balls as many times as you can without having your boots getting hit by the whip. And ladies to make it competitive you all have one minute to get as many kicks as you can,” Mom said.
 
“I’m still a bit confused,” said Aunt Mable. 
 
Mom sighed, “If your boot…”
 
Mommy cracked a whip she had pulled of the wall, “Ava let’s just show them. You do the kicking and I’ll whip him raw.”
 
Mom smiled and kissed her, “I love it when you talk torture.”
 
A major facet of their marriage was my pain. Mom did mention many times while slamming a paddle on my balls against the kitchen counter. That one of the blessings of a son is that any frustration in a marriage can be beaten into their body. So anytime they had a fight both of them would take turns using me and especially my balls as a punching bag for their frustrations.
 
The day would always end with me whipped all over my body. Me holding my painful balls and crying into the carpet. While of course Mom and Mommy made up with sex either upstairs where I could hear or in front of me. 
 
Mommy got behind me kissing the back of my neck. Mom got in front of me and looked at the women, “Pay attention.” She said it like I wasn’t her suffering son experiencing the destruction of his manhood but as a practice dummy. 
 
Mom swung her foot.
 
BANG
** **
CRACK
** **
Arrrrrrrch, I screamed, Mom’s shin slammed into my balls crushing them against my pelvis. While mommy whipped my back and ass with a stinging hit. 
 
Before I could recover. They hit again. One after another I could barely scream. They kicked uncaring and whipped uncaringly, scrambling my balls. 
 
BANG
** **
CRACK
** **
BANG 
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CRACK
** **
SLAP
 
CRACK 
** **
“FUCK,” mom yelled her boot getting tangled by mommy’s whip. 
 
I could barely breathe and I could barely scream. I just hung there limp, defeated, my balls in so much pain I didn’t know how I hadn’t died. How those kicked hadn’t launched my balls threw my throat. 
 
“See just keep the rhythm and make sure you hit as much as you can before the timer goes out or your boot gets tangled in your partner's whip,” Mom said turning to me. She took in how defeated I looked, how I had no more screaming to give anymore. She was getting wet from it. If the women weren’t here, she would have straddled my face and squeezed my already abused to an inch of their life balls as I ate her out long enough to give her seven different orgasms. 
 
Aunt Mable stood in front of me and Aunt Joana behind me with the whip, “Okay sweetie, ready your ballsies after we win, you’d be as good as mine,” said Aunt Mable.
 
“Oh yeah, I’d love to watch him and our son have a dildo race. That would be amazing. Each bigger than the last,” said Aunt Joana cracking the whip.
 
“Timers on girls,” mommy said. 
 
Aunt Mable launched a ball shattering kick with her long legs. Raising me up into the sky every time she did.
 
CRUNCH 
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CRACK
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CRUNCH 
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CRACK
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SLAP
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CRACK
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SQUELCH 
** **
“AHHHHHHHHHHH,” a guttural inhuman noise came out of me as my balls were crushed and ass were put through hell. I sounded more like a dying animal with every kick. 
 
SQUELCH 
** **
CRACK
** **
CRUCH 
** **
CRACK
** **
CRUNCH
** **
CRACK
 
The timer rang as Aunt Mable landed her final kick to my nuts. I could barely breathe. It was like I needed to run from the pain, but I was stuck, attached by my balls. 
 
“8 kicks and no dis qualifying hits. Good job girls,” mom said to them she then tilled her head towards my balls and jeered, “Your lucky this is the last game.”
 
Aunt Mable looked down as well giving a terrified look, “He really is lucky.” 
 
Mrs. Samantha and Mrs. Margaret walked up to me grinning. Mrs. Margaret felt up the bottom of my nuts. Which stung a little. They had swollen so much that the sack was taut. So much so that my own scrotum was now squeezing my balls. Any bigger and they’d burst out. 
 
Mrs. Samatha got in front of me and Mrs. Margaret behind. Before starting Mrs. Samatha got down and gave my balls a lick and then a kiss, “I love these, they look like ripe fruit. It’s taking all my willpower to not bite down on them again.”
 
I shook in fear. This got a laugh out of her, “Don’t worry when I win we’ll have a whole day to crunch on these nuts.” 
 
“Okay ladies start,” Mommy said. 
 
BANG
** **
CRACK
** **
I tried to scream but no sound came out, just jerks. I was launched in the air my balls kicked with so much force I didn’t think they could survive. And my back was ripped by the whip sending agony from behind. As I fell I both landed or collided with the next kick. 
 
BANG 
** **
WHIPS
** **
She was bouncing me up and down by my balls. They felt like they were going to explode. 
 
BANG
** **
CRACK
** **
BANG 
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CRACK
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CRUCH 
** **
CRACK
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CRUNCH 
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CRACK
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SQELCH 
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CRACK
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SQUELCH 
** **
CRACK
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SQRUNCH 
** **
CRACK
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The timer ding as I landed on her extended foot. My eyes crossed and I silently screamed in agony. In so much ball pain to make any sound. I was beaten and emasculated to the edge of my limit. I couldn’t even be happy the torture stopped because my balls were in the most pain I had felt in a long while. 
 
“Looks like Margaret and Samantha win,” mom cheered with a high five. 
 
The women cheered as I silently cried for anyone to help. 
 
Mrs. Samantha held my chin gently, “I can’t wait to see you in a week. Until then I’m going to think of every way I can destroyed your balls. It been so long since we’ve had a man in the house.” 
 
I could hear a sob and two jingles from outside the door. Mrs. Samatha heard it too. So she said it more to the room, “That pathetic bitch out there knows that he is not nor will ever be a man again. That’s what happens when you get mommy so mad she has to get him snipped. He also should be happy I didn’t take his shrimp dick as well.”
 
Mrs. Margaret added, “His fathers was also unimpressive. It’s why I cheated. Him and his son had that in common, same as how they both fought when they had their manhood removed.” 
 
The ladies all agreed like that was a valid reason to cheat and then castrate a man.
 
Okay ladies time to head out it’s getting late. The women then exited the room and turned off the light. Eventually after an hour of agonizing wait my balls in pain and my mind filled with the hope to cum, mom and mommy walked in. 
 
“Good job boy you did wonderfully,” mom said putting away the toys. 
 
Mommy came up next to me kissing and nipped on my ear and playing with my flat cage. 
 
My cock swelled against the spikes in my cage. I needed to come so bad. I deserved it after all these months and after tonight. 
 
Mommy bent down and started sucking on my cage, beads of precum left my cage which mommy lapped up. 
 
“What are you doing?” mom said with disgusted. 
 
Mommy’s mouth left my cage with a satisfying POP, “Ava, give me his key. He needs a reward, for being such a good boy.” She playfully shook my cage, “Isn’t that, right? Aren’t you such a good boy,” mommy then looked up at mom, “I’m going to unlock him and give his shrimp the wettest blowjob for being a good boy.”
 
Another moan escaped me. I was going to blow at any moment. I just needed to be let out, and I could finally cum. Tears ran down my face thanking the goddess for the chance to finally cum. 
 
“I hate the thought of you sucking a man’s dick,” mom said. 
 
Mommy laughed, “We’ve shrunk it down so much it’d be insane to call it a dick.”
 
Mom agreed. Mom went to get the key but paused, “You know what I think it wouldn't be smart for him to cum. I read somewhere that after this much damage getting him to drain all that cum would lead to testicle damage.”
 
“But he’s so backed up. Think about all the cum in his balls. How there’s half a years’ worth of cum just constantly churning in those balls. Constantly being teased,” mommy said. 
 
I needed it so much. 
 
“Sorry can’t risk it,” Mom said. I could tell by the smile on mom’s face she was lying, I think she knew I knew she was lying but it didn’t matter what I thought. But mom never liked the idea of me or any man having an orgasm. Orgasms where for women. She even told me that if it was up to her, she would have welded my cage shut and kept me desperate and denied for the rest of my life.
 
Mommy sighed looking apologetic at me, “Sorry puppy I guess no cummies for you today. And you behaved so well.” She hugged me from behind her boobs pressing on my back. 
 
I wanted to plead but my balls were in so much pain I could speak. Something mom knew and took to her advantage. I could only cry and make high pitched noises. 
 
“Oh don’t worry I think I have a good reward for him,” mom said getting mommy’s attention, “We were planning on having sex tonight and instead of him watching from the floor, I thought why don’t we tie him to the bed and do it on top of him.” 
 
Mommy lit up, “You hear that puppy. You get a nice reward. Imagine our naked bodies rubbing on you as we pleasure ourselves. I’ll make it so nice for you. I’ll even make sure when Ava pegs me to moan in your ear nice and good.”
 
My dick was pulsing in my spiked cage, my dick was so fucking frustrated. The thought of what I was going to go through was mental torture. 
 
“Look his cage is twitching. It’s like his wagging is little tail,” mom said. 
 
Mommy kiss my cheek, “Okay puppy time for a bath. And today we wash you instead of you washing us. We’ll get nice and soapy together.” More frustrated tears escaped my face. “Of course, we will have to punish you tomorrow for not doing your shower duties.”
 
Mom agreed looking down at my beyond deformed balls, “Actually by the look of him he probably will be unlikely to even do his basic housework tomorrow. So we’ll have to punish him for that as well.”
 
Mom laughed, “I hope he’s fine in three days, Mable and Joana are bringing their son and we’re having the dildo race they wanted.” 
 
“You hear that puppy you have to be a good boy and do your job. You can’t be self-centered, laying around whining about your balls. Males can’t be crying about their balls or they’ll never get anything done,” mommy said. 
 
Mom then undid the restrains on my hands, I fell.
 
SQUELCH 
 
Due to my legs still being tied apart I landed on my balls crushing them. I screamed a silent gasping yell and fell on my back. Mom then undid the restraints on my legs.
 
Mom bent down and squeezed my eviscerated balls in her hand, “Ready,” she didn’t wait for my response. It didn’t matter. She then lifted me halfway up by my balls and pulled me out of the room. Through the living room and violently jerked my balls up the stairs. Into the hell that was going to come. 

 

Incest and mention of castration happen to other characters. Enjoy. 

	In the playroom I drifted in and out of consciousness. I needed rest from today’s work.

My balls still ached and my cock pulsed in its cage from denial. I could even feel beads of precum dripping from my cage to my bruised balls. 

On occasion I could hear them laughing and talking in the living room. The playroom was mostly soundproof except a small vent put there to allow my screams into the living room. Something mom would take advantage of when she used a mechanical ball paddler on my testicles. Those days were some of the longest I’ve ever had. She’d go about her day with the sounds of my crying and pleading in the background. 

Right now, it could barely hear the conversation coming from there. Some of what I could make out was about politics and how much progress they made opening up new churches and villages. 

Some of the discussion was about the people that have been put in power, both women and even some men that were secretly slaves. I know from the times I’d served mom and mommy dinner they’d talk about different congress people and governors that were part of the cult. They even held a going away party some years back for a neighbor who ended up becoming a Supreme Court justice. 

Right now, the conversation was turned over to me, “How’s your son Ava,” a woman said. That one I could tell was Aunt Joana. She was a short woman with a large pair of breasts. She loved patting my head when I was on walks. 

She lived with Aunt Mable, an imposing woman who was 6’4 and had legs for days, she was also mommy’s sister. Their son was a muscular pet, and he was apparently trained to not cum without permission. Something they said they did because of his impressive size. Unfortunately, I became very familiar with that size whenever they came to visit and needed entertainment. Both when he would play with mom and mommy in front of me or when they got together to watch him play with me. I assumed he was left home with his sister. Which was terrifying to think. 

Mom laughed, “Oh he’s hanging around.” 

Mommy chimed in, “He's just the best. He’s behaved so well all these years.”
 
I heard some jingling from a pair of bells. That must have been Margaret’s son serving them. 

“I wish my boy here had been as well behaved as yours. Maybe we wouldn’t have had to go through such drastic measures,” Mrs. Margaret spoke, “Sometimes I wonder if we put in more effort training him, we might not have gone to these extremes,” I could hear more jingling from what I assumed were Margaret’s son’s eunuch bells. 

Mrs. Samantha spoke, “He did attack us, Margaret. Though I think we could have probably brought him to a reeducation center. After we neutered him, we actually passed the center and the women there said they had seen worse.”

“Really?” Mommy said, clinking her glasses. Followed by the jiggling of bells and the sound of her cup being refilled. 

Mrs. Samantha laughed, “Turns out there was no reason to castrate him. But what can you do? It was an unfortunate loss for us, I guess.”

There was a jingle again and this time with a whimper attached. 

Mrs. Samantha made a cooing noise, “Oh baby, of course it was a loss for you too. We said we’re sorry.”

“I bet he appreciates it,” I could hear the smile on mom’s lips when she said, “Right boy, do you appreciate their apology?”

Margaret’s son spoke for the first time tonight. His voice was much higher than it was before his mother’s took his manhood, “I am at their services. I deserved to be castrated at their hands for my actions,” that sounded less his honest feelings and more a line he was often made to say. I guess to the women it didn’t really matter what he felt. 

Mrs. Samantha giggled, “We treat him well. We even let him wear a strap-on and go to town on us.” 

Goddess he was lucky I’d die to do that. The closest I even get to something like that is when I’m made to clean the strap-ons with my tongue. And even that’s a treat. But I guess for Margaret’s son I could see how it was less a gift and more a new form of psychological torture. 

Mrs. Margaret signed, “I just miss having a pair to torture.” 

Mom piped up on that, “Well if it’s a pair of balls you've been missing, I guess it’s a perfect time as any to move on to the entertainment portion of the event.”

If my balls hadn’t been so swollen from abuse, that would have sent them up my body to hide. 

It was 10 agonizing minutes of wait in the darkness as the women got ready. I was shaking in fear the whole time. I was fully aware of the position I was in. My swollen balls were hanging between my legs defenseless. And I knew these women wanted nothing more than to show their superiority over me through the slow destruction of my manhood.  

It was quiet for a while, I was ready to thank the goddess, hoping mom had given them a different form of entertainment instead of my emasculation. 

But then the door opened letting in the most light I had seen in hours. Mom clicked the rest of the lights on, and I was met with awes and whistles from the women that walked inside. Their heels clicking on the hard floor. 

Eventually my eyes adjusted. I could see them, they were all 6 women in different assortments of leather gear, corsets, thongs, some even with their boobs out. They all wore heeled boots, all with either steel toes or spikes all over the tips. Mom had a pair with steel letters on the front that read nut crackers. My balls shivered at the sight of the shoes. That specific pair was one I was all too familiar with. 

It was sometimes embarrassing being naked and having my privates so exposed to a bunch of women. Ever since I came to the village, being forced to always be naked everywhere was the hardest part.

Mrs. Samantha spoke first, “Oh my goddess he’s so adorable all tied up like that. I know you two had a cutie, but if I had a boy like yours, I’d never not have him strung up like a toy.” 

Aunt Mable looked me over, “How's my favorite nephew been?” She felt the 5lb weight on my balls, “Interesting, I was worried they didn’t leave you with something to do.” 

Mom came up and took the weight off letting my balls hang low.

Mrs. Margaret felt up my side finally landing on my nipple and choosing to play with it. My cock felt like it was going to explode in my cage, and the spikes weren’t helping, “Oh my, girls look at the precum from his cage, looks like someone’s excited to play with us.” 

Mommy caressed my cheek, “Awe puppy you're so sweaty. You’ve been thinking about us coming in here and hurting your little ballsies haven’t you.” I would say something, but mom had warned me not to speak unless I was told to when in the playroom. 

Mom cleared her throat, the women turned, “Ladies my son has offered to be tonight’s entertainment…”

“Really Ava?” Mrs. Samantha said. 

Mom rolled her eyes, “I have offered him for entertainment.” 

Mrs. Samantha rubbed some precum from my flat cage and licked it from her fingers, giving a few moans from taste, “Don’t worry baby. We won’t hold it against you.”

Aunt Joana laughed, “Speak for yourself.” 

Mom joined in the laughter, “Girls..girls, we’ll have all the time to tease him as the night goes on. But first let’s all start with a warmup game.” 

The women gave her their full attention at the mention of games.

“We’re going to start with something small. As you heard with the eunuch out there cleaning our mess. A male's voice becomes just divine when his nuts are under pressure. So, I thought we’d do a simple warm up before the real games start. So, let’s see who can make him scream the highest.”

Aunt Mable rubbed the inside of my thigh right at the edge of my cock and balls, “I’m going to make you sing like a schoolgirl.” 

“Okay girls line up. You all have either one kick, knee, punch or 30 second squeeze etc. No need to show off just yet,” Mommy said.

Mrs. Samantha was first; she rubbed her hands like she was going to dig into a meal and with the way she was looking at my balls it was clear she was starving for a good pair to brutalize. 

She fell to her knees and grabbed on my spread thighs to hold herself in place, “Thank goddess.”

She plunged kissing, licking and sucking on my balls like a worshipper at an altar. It started light, sending tingles up my spine before turning hotter, bringing waves of pleasure to my caged cock. I could feel an orgasm build as she did. Every lick and suck dragging out a new moan and cry out of me. I was so close. I needed this, it’s been so long, and spikes were stabbing, keeping me constantly teetering at the edge of my orgasm but the way she was going. Oh goddess, she’s going to push me over the edge. 

“Samantha, calm down, we're here to cause pain not pleasure,” mom said.

Samantha was brought back to reality taking my balls out of her mouth. And dashing my hopes of any release, “Sorry sorry it’s just been a long time. I needed to try his low hanging fruit,” she lick the precum leaking off my cage making me shudder, “Can I come back some other time and do that to your son’s balls,” she gave mom a pleading look, “not just for me, I’d like a recording for my son to see. I’m sure seeing some balls being pleasured would make him feel better.”

Mom laughed, “If it’s for that reason then sure. Heck I’m sure Mable and Joana here can give you their son’s massive cock and balls. And in their case, it’s not like he’ll accidentally cum.” 

I felt bad for Margret’s son. I'm sure that sort of thing would be like rubbing salt in the wound. Which I guess in a sick way was the point. 

“Okay now for the game,” Mrs. Samantha went down again, managing with great effort to suck both of my nuts in her mouth. She then started swirling her tongue around them. It felt amazing. 

Then with a sharp stab, the pleasure was yanked down by the balls. Mrs. Samantha bit down hard on the tender meat of my testicles and yanked it like a dog with a chew toy. 

“AHHHHHHHHHHHH,” the scream tore through me followed by an applause from the woman. 

“PLEASE PLEASE YOUR GOING TO RIP THEM OFF PLEEEEEEEESE!” I waled in agony. 

She bit harder, chewing on my nuts and yanking on my cords with all her might. 

“AGGHGHGGHHH,” she was going to castrate me. I could feel the cords about to snap. 
A timer went off, “Thirty seconds are up,” mommy said.

Samantha spit out my mangled balls with a pop. Taking her time as she did. She finished by kissing me on my cage. 

  My balls were throbbing and stinging from Mrs. Samantha's bite.

Next was Aunt Joana, “Awe baby, do you want me to take the pain away from that mean ladies bite,” She waited for my pleading eyes to meet her before sending a nut shattering kick directly into my exposed balls.

**BAM!!!**

The impact echoed through the walls. It was like an earthquake traveled through me with my flattened nuts as ground zero for the pain. 

At first, I didn't feel anything in shock from the hit and then a second later I felt everything.

“HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!”

I shook violently, the only thing holding me in place were my restraints. My balls felt like they were going to explode. Every second was just an increased layer of hell as my brain was catching up to the pain from my balls. 

“See you don’t feel the pain from the bite anymore,” said Aunt Joana. 

“Ava you sure those restraints will hold he’s really writhing in them,” Mrs. Margaret said. 

Mom laughed, “Oh no those are top of the line. He’s broken 5 pairs already though. Every time he does, we buy him a stronger chain. It's become a game in our household to see how hard we can hit him to get him to rip the chains out of the wall.”

“Fun,” Mrs. Margaret said walking up to me, “Okay it's been a while since I’ve really used a pair.” She held my chin up looking into my eyes waiting for the pain I was in to die down.

Right when the aching lesson she shot a hard knee directly into my defenseless balls.

**CRUNCH**

“PLEEESSEE NO MORE,” I screamed voice up an octave. She kept her knee there, rubbing it   

into my flattened balls.

“Dam I was hoping it’d be higher,” she got off letting my balls breathe. 

Mom appeared in front of me, “Now girls,” she rubbed my balls. I’ll show you how a real woman emasculates a man.” 

“Oh, come off it Ava,” Mrs. Samantha rolled her eyes, “You’re not going to do anything.”

Mom looked at my balls and in a quick movement swatted my nuts with the back of her hand.

Slap!

It stung a bit. On a regular day it’d be something I’d feel for hours. But today I was already feeling an orchestra of pain in my balls. All different forms of pain from the stabbing aches from the biting all the way to the throbbing from underside kick in my balls. It was like my balls were overloaded with pain. So, a simple slap even though it stung wasn’t too bad.

“That was your big hit that emasculates a man,” said Aunt Joana raising and eyebrow.

“No,” Mom continued to rub my balls, “No, that was me letting my dear son rest before what his mommy will do to him.”

I looked around to see Mommy, but I couldn’t find her. Mom moved back with the other women telling them to stand back as her wife was going to show what a real woman can do to her son. 

 “I’m behind you puppy,” Mommy said faraway me. 

 Then I heard her heels running on the floor. She was bolting towards me. I knew what was coming. I tried shaking free, but nothing gave. My balls were hanging heavy between my legs, exposed. I could hear the women laugh at my fear. My desperate need to save my balls was comedy gold to them. 

**BAAAMMM**!

I flew. I could feel the restraints bucking. If they weren’t there, I’d have flown through the ceiling. The kick landed right on target. The back and underside of my nuts took all the force. For a second it was like I had died or the nerves in my balls had short circuited. Then I came crashing down to reality. 

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!” A sonic boom of a scream shot out of me. As all the air was knocked out of my body with any shred of dignity I had as a man. 

I started babbling and crying, “MOMMY MAKE IT STOP PLEASE!”

The pain was bad; it was like a freight train had rammed onto my balls. I was on fire as every nerve in my body screamed in pain, all of it coming from my poor manhood.  

 
I wheezed back air I could barely breathe or speak, “Pleeeese my my balls. They they hurt. PLEASE I DONT WANT IT TO HURT ANYMORE!” tears streaked down my face. The pain wouldn’t stop. I desperately looked at mom, “Please please cut them off.” Anything to make it stop. 

Mom looked horrified, “Baby never say that. Ever.”

“Mom, they hurt so much, mom please I’m going to die,” I cried. 

Mommy came up next to me, “Shh shh, breath,” she held my face, “Good boys take pain. The goddess gave men balls to teach men to serve. A good boy serves. Right?”

I cried harder. I just wanted my balls to stop hurting so much.   
  
Mommy held my head firmer, “You’re a good boy, right. Not a bad boy.” 

A switched flipped in the back of my brain, “A good b…boy serves. It’s my place to serve you mommy and you mom.” I didn’t know what I was saying.

 I deserved to be punished as all males everywhere should. 

After five minutes of regaining my sanity. Aunt Mable came up next. 

She took my balls in her hands massaging them looking for any blood or any signs of rupture. Aunt Mable was a doctor at the veterinary clinic for males. I had been to her office many times with legs up in stirrups. 

She had seen my balls ruptured at least five times now. And fixed them up each time. All with no anesthesia, which was against the rules for males. Three of the ruptures were from when I was being trained. All of them happened when I was in this room, “They look good. A bit purple and red but the inside seems solid. You’ve definitely been feeding him the drugs cause if not that kick would have popped both of them.” 

She massaged them more inspecting the front, “You should brand these. Me and Joana had our son branded with our initials for his birthday. I took the right and Joana took the left.” 

Mommy said intrigued, “Really I’ve been reading about it in Sub Son Monthly.”

Aunt Mable smiled wickedly at me while speaking to mommy, “Yep, it's a wonderful gift for the boy.”

Her hands which were so delicate with my balls clamped down harshly reigniting the pressure on my nuts. 

Aunt Mable, unlike the other women, was a professional. She knew every weak point, and she very quickly found mine. 

Right behind my balls where the nerves were weakest, she pinched one and pulled while also crushing the front. It was sudden but with one pluck of the right cord all the pain I had felt before rushed all back to my balls. Like I was feeling it all again for the first time but now at the same time.

My watery eyes met hers in horror. She kissed my neck playfully, “Sorry nephew but I play to win.”

She then fell back, yanking the pinched cord with her. 

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAA,” I screamed so high I could break glass. My throat closed in the pain and I fainted. 

BAM!

“ARGGG,” my eyes opened.  My mom kicked my balls back to consciousness. 

“There he is,” Mom said, “And just in time for the real fun,” she turned back towards the women, “You see girls now that the warmup is over it’s time for three games. Each is more exciting than the last.”

Mrs. Margaret spoke up first, “What would be the prize for these games?”

Mommy chuckled, “One day use of our son.”

Mom pointed toward me, beaten and hanging, “In a weeks’ time after recovery. One of you couples can take him home for a day to do whatever you wish. Paint your rooms, organize your garage. Help your son eat you out. Use him in humiliating play with your son or punish him all day for all we care, “Mom said the last bit directly at Mrs. Margaret and Mrs. Samantha, “of course treat our property like you’d want us to treat yours.”

Mommy added, “While we’d be saddened to have to part with our son for a day. I’m sure we’ll make do. His chores will be here when he gets back.”

If I went with my aunts, they’d humiliate me in every way possible and the things they’d have their son do to me put the fear of the goddess in me. But then there was Mrs. Margaret and Mrs. Samantha, neutering their son has meant they’d gone without balls to torture for a while. They would for sure use my balls for the whole day.

“Honey you mine looking down at your manhood,” Mom said. 

I glanced down, pain still radiating from my balls. They were larger than I had last seen. Now swollen to the size of grapefruits.  And they also were reddish purple and slick with my sweat. But that’s not what I paid attention to.

What drove a shiver up my spine was the bullseye drawn in front of my balls. 

I looked up in pleading fear. 

The women laughed, “Oh my goddess his reaction is priceless,” mom smiled warmly, “It’s these moments that make me happy to be a mother.” She then pulled out a cup full of darts. 

Aunt Mable inspected the cup. It was filled with rubbing alcohol, and the darts were tipped with thin sharp needles, “Smart, maximum pain, very little lasting damage.”

“Have to be prepared. Can’t have any accidents ruin the fun,” Mommy said, “So I believe it’s self-explanatory. Everyone gets one shot, whoever hits the bulls eye wins.”

Mom pointed at me, "Since we have a live target. His movement counts towards the game. While he knows not to move or flinch anything can happen. So, his movements can help or harm you.” 

Mommy grabbed the first dart. She made sure to let me see what was about to go inside me. With great speed she threw the first one. I felt it before I heard the thump. 

“AYYYYYYAHH,” I cried as the sharp stab pierced me near the top right of my ball. It hurt and the rubbing alcohol on the needle stung in made it hurt more.

Every time I moved the needle would shake and dance.

“You really need to work on your aim honey. You barely got into the rings of the target,” Mom said. 

“I know, I never do this. I should definitely practice more often,” Mommy pouted. 

Mom pulled out her dart, “I’m just going to save some space for the rest of you girls,” she launched it hitting my left thigh. I hissed in pain. 

“Oh me next,” said Mrs. Samantha picking up a dart, “A day with a pair of intact testicles would be an amazing stress relief. Finding so many different ways to torture our son is, don’t get me wrong it’s fun and a blessing from our goddess to be creative in the subjugation of the male ego. But a pair of balls is such a quick way to bring as much pain and humiliation to a male. It’s so much more satisfying.”

“Preach!” yelled Aunt Joana. Followed by a bunch of laughs.

I just whimpered, shaking as I waited for the strike. 

Mrs. Samantha aimed the dart. I was shaking in terror so much that when she shot it, I flinched. 

“AAAAAAAG,” teeth clinched, and my eyes watered. 

Mrs. Samatha got it down at the bottom of my left testicle. She furrowed her brow, “YOU PATHETIC MALE, I HAD IT.” She took a deep breath and turned to the other women, “If he didn’t flinch, I would have gotten the bullseye right between his nutsack. Goddess, he better hope me and Margaret don’t win because I’m going to make him pay for that.”

“As you should,” Mom added, giving me a pointed look. 

Next up was Aunt Mable, she picked up the dart examining the sharpness of the needle. She hissed when she pricked her finger.

“Be careful those are sharp. You almost hurt yourself,” Mom said.

I had to watch them fuss around the idea of her pain as I had three of the same darts in me. Each shaking every time I took a deep breath or moved. But that’s how it was. They were women and I was a male. They were to be treated with pleasure, and my pleasure was to be treated like trash. It was the cosmic order of the world. 

“Baby,” Aunt Mable said to me, “Be a good boy for auntie and stay still.” She then brought her arm back and shot the dart at me. She missed my balls entirely and jabbed it right into the hole of my flat cage.

I choked on my spit. It stabbed right in my dick, “AUUURG!”

“Oh, my bad,” Aunt Mable said, not to me of course but instead to herself. It would be insane to think any pain caused to me would be met with apology. 

“Wrong bullseye Mable, though definitely a good hit,” Mom said with the cheers of the other women. 

Aunt Joana came up and grabbed a dart, “Aw poor boy these mean ladies are turning your battered balls into a pin cushion.” She met my watery eyes, “It’s fine baby when I win and I get you for a day I’m sure to go lighter on your ballsies. Though the rest of you might not fare so well.” She shot her dart.

I cringed, “SSSSS.”

It was hard, swinging my sack with the impact. It shook the rest of the darts inside causing them to vibrate. It took everything I had not to fully break down. At the end I could feel her dart in the center of my right testicle. 

Mom applauded. The other women cheered, “Closes anyone got,” she high-fived Aunt Joana, “Okay Margaret you're last to go.” 

Mrs. Margaret came up and took the last dart. She picked the tip of it, “Momma needs a new pair of balls.”

I flinched but in doing so I caught her dart right between both my balls. Which, due to how swollen they were, meant that instead of going in between them, instead made an impact in both. 

“AAAAAAAAAH,” I cried. 

The women bursted out into cheers and high fives as I shook and begged in the background. Mrs. Margaret yelled out, "BULLSEYE!”

Eventually mommy came towards me, “You did so well baby,” she pulled out the darts making sure to do it nice and slow. Leaving me hissing and crying every time she would slowly drag them out. After it was done, she poured the rubbing alcohol on my balls. 

“AAAAAHHHHHHHHH,” I cried. 

“Oh, don’t whine, it's good for you. Seriously you should be more appreciative of me taking care of these balls you're always crying over,” she giggled clearly enjoying this. 

“Mommy I can’t take this anymore,” I begged. 

Mommy kissed my cheek, then flicked my balls causing me to buckle.

“You”

FLICK 

“Take”

FLICK 

“What”

FLICK

“We”

FLICK 

“Give”

FLICK 

“You”

FLICK

“Do you get that puppy,” she said, wrapping her hand around my balls and squeezing down on them as hard as she could.

CRUNCH

“OOO….OOOOH,” I cried. 

Mommy squeezed tighter. 

“Yes Mommy, I…I take what you give me, Mommy. I’m….AAAHH…a good boy. S…sorry Mommy,” I begged. 

Tears streamed down my face. My legs shook as she kept clamping on my balls. I couldn’t control myself as wet sob came out of me from her crushing grip. Mommy stared deep into my eyes. She was in love with my pain. She dug her nails in deeper.

**SQUELLCH**

I started violently shaking, heaving, I couldn’t speak like she was squeezing my throat through my balls.

“Honey we need his bad intact for today,” Mom spoke cautiously to mommy.

After a minute of brutal crushing, she let go of my balls.

 I breathe a sigh of relief. My balls were still throbbing. Like they were about to burst at any moment, but her hand always delivered the worst pain. And in this room it’s like she is taken over by the goddess. If mom hadn’t stopped her I knew she would have squeezed my balls till they ruptured. 

Her hands were a constant reminder always what a woman, any woman’s delicate hand can do to a male’s balls, even the strongest. Always at the mercy of our their wrath. 

Mommy kissed my cheek, “Good puppy.”

I was sobbing and shaking which made her frown and caress my cheek.

  She then got pretty close to my ear and whispered, “There there puppy. Mommy won’t go too far with you today. You just looked so beautiful right now. I can’t help it,” she got quiet for a second as she thought. She wrapped her arms around me, “Behave and we might give you a reward for being such a good boy for us.” She then flicked my chastity cage causing a shiver up my spine.

She walked back and kissed mom on the lips. Then whispered something in moms’ ear, mom chuckled her eyes drifting to me.

“Okay ladies I hope you had fun cause next games are going to be…. Let’s just say shocking,” Mom said laughing to herself. 

I gulped. 
To be continued.    

I spent the day cleaning and setting up for the get together. Mom had decided to cook, she didn’t want me to make a mistake with the food. My balls were still sore from this morning but I used the cleaning to distract me from the pain. It definitely hurt more since mommy punished me for choosing to eat out mom first. Luckily she had spared me the 20 kicks and instead gave me 10 and 15 minutes of lashing with the whip. I was so thankful I kissed her feet until mom hit me from behind and told me to get back to work.   

 
A good boy works.
 
I mostly had to clean the living room. It was a large room with dark magenta wallpaper and wood trim. There were Tiffany lamps I had to polish. Various paintings on the wall all of powerful women and cowering men. One of them had a gruesome scene with a knife and a man’s genitals. Removing dust from the intricate frames was a nightmare. A few tables and pictures of mom and mommy on vacation and other had pictures of me all in different states of torture. The mantle was a large fireplace with a large portrait of the family. Mommy and mom wore red, I was naturally leashed and on my knees and my balls were dark red. Mommy spent the morning of that day whipping my balls so the color would match with their dresses. 
 
I eventually made my way to cleaning the statue of the goddess. Every home in the village had one. It was a large marble statue that went floor to ceiling. It depicts a curvy woman fully naked in her right hand holding two balls. One symbolized the earth and the other the sun. As to represent her dominance over the heavens and the earth. On her left hand she held a chain and her face gave a loving smile at the man whose collar the chain led to. He looked up to her in awe, kneeling with a broken crown below him and a massive set of balls between his legs. His cock was hard. Well what was left of it. When the statues are made, its custom for the man’s cock to be broken off the statue by the head of the household. Mom only left an inch of ours. 
 
Unlike the creation myth in the outside world our beliefs are very different. In ours the goddess creates all and her first creation was man. We were her first children. We ran the world and it was violent and cruel like beasts untamed. The goddess was displeased by mankind so she mated with one of her male creations and gave birth to a demigod son who became the world's first king. His rule was foolish, he could not govern and his male desires drove him to sin. The goddess in her wisdom created a being better than men. The first women created in her own image. And told the male these women where to guide them and their world as they were their betters. Her demigod son rebelled angered at the idea of serving under anyone and waged war on women raping and killing them. The goddess' angered by her son made it so the men could only enter the world from the wombs of women. As a reminder of their inferiority and inability to create life. She then stole their masculinity as punishment only giving it back in the form of their balls, as a reminder that what made them a man was at the mercy of their creators. She took her son in chains back to the heavens and left humanity to itself. Unfortunately women were too soft with their sons and the world was brought to the chaos we live in today. 
 
“Puppy, the women are due to arrive, get ready,” Mommy said, caressing my thigh as she often did. My cage strained harder.
 
I ran to the kitchen to grab wine so I could serve them. 
 
CRACK 
 
I fell, “Arhhhhh!” 
 
Mom had quickly kicked me in the balls. The combination of her foot and me running in her direction made the hit harder than I thought she was intending. 
 
I started wheezing as I grabbed my bruised balls. 
 
Good boys take their kicks. All pain is the goddess’s will. 
 
I looked up at mom with a smile, “Thank you mom.” 
 
She looked down at me with a satisfied grin, “You're not serving the women today,” as she breathed in my pathetic suffering she gained a hungry glint in her eye, “Kneel and spread.”
 
I did as instructed. It’s not like I had a choice really. She put her foot down on my tender balls and pressed them into the ground. I buckled the pain searing from them being flatted under her feet. Such a simple action brought me so much agony. I started to hyperventilate to calm down.
 
“Ava what are you doing he has to entertain later,” mommy said. 
 
“Come on, I 've been cooking all day. I need some stress relief. Besides, I won’t go too far. Let me just explain today’s events to him,” she twisted her foot as she talked, sending shots of agonizing pain up my body. 
 
Mommy came up behind me wrapping her arms around me, kissing my neck, “Oh puppy you know we do this cause we love you. You know it’s your place as a man, do you?” 
 
I quickly responded, forcing a smile, “Y..yes m…mommy I’m a male and ….,” the pressure was increasing, “Arrrguh please you're crushing them.”
 
“Finish the sentence. I want to hear you talk about your inferiority,” Mommy moaned in my ear. She was touching herself. “Ahhhhhhhhhh……my b…balls exist for y…your pleasure. I was born to…ahhhhh…..ahhh,”I started writhing, Mommy held me steady moaning in my ear. I could feel precum coming out of my cage.
 
“More puppy, I need you to say more,” her warm breath on my neck and ear as she pleasured hers to my pain was so distracting. “I….I love b..both of you, I l…love the way you p..put  me in my p…place,” I don’t know what I was saying the combination of mommy’s sweet moans and mom’s foot crushing my nuts was making me light headed. Mommy started moaning harder.
 
I screamed at a higher octave as mom started twisting her foot rapidly sending new waves of pain up my body. It was like my balls were both pinned in place and about to be ripped off,“P… .please crush my balls….aaaaaaaah.” At the last word another high pitched yell ripped through my throat. 
 
“OH YES GODDESS I’M CUUUUUMMMMING,” Mommy screamed into my ear as she climaxed, reminding me in that moment how much I needed mine. 
 
“Was that good for you,” Mom said. 
 
Mommy got up and kissed mom on the lips, her foot still on my balls. It was like I wasn’t there. Just there to suffer in the background of their lives. Eventually after five minutes of them enjoying each other's mouths they turned their attention back to me. 
 
“Good boy,” mom said, pressing a little harder, eat my pussy while I explained. I moved forward, fitting my face in between her legs. She moved around making sure to stand fully on my balls. One foot on each. Her full weight was on them now causing them to flatten like pancakes against the floor. The pain was worse than before. It was foolish of me to think I could ever get relief. As I got started licking her pussy the pressure increased, pain interrupted me every few seconds making me screamed up mom’s body. Which made her moan harder. Mommy for her part started rubbing mom’s nipples and kissing her neck. I guess we were a twisted happy family all together in that way. 
 
“The women should be coming at…ahh….keep you tongue their baby .They’re coming at eight and they’ll be served by someone else. So you don’t have to worry…fuck that’s the spot your doing so good….,” I groaned from the intense pressure on my nuts, “Oh goddess…fuck. Where was I?”
 
Mommy chimed in, “The serving.”
 
“Yes the serving…mmmmm…..you won’t serve. I know you get scared from the women flicking and slapping your balls.” She was right, the women including mommy and mom loved flicking and squeezing my balls as I served drinks. Getting extra angry if I spilled anything because of it. 
 
She started grinding my face into her pussy. She did that when she was close, so I licked harder in response, “You will wait for us in your play room. There we will use you as….. oh oh oh,” she leaned forward onto my balls unintentionally causing me to shake violently. It was like a vibator on her pussy, “ You after… party entertainment, OH GODDESS FUCK YES,” At that moment she burst spraying my face as she did. 
 
After calming down she stepped off my balls bringing sweet relief only short lived by the waves of aftershock that ripped through my battered testicles. I held my balls trying to soothe the pain. It was then that I remembered she mentioned the playroom. That relief sank to my stomach. The playroom, my playroom which mom liked to say, as the only thing mom gave me ownership of was the room I was most brutally tortured. It was used when I was the most bad or when mom or mommy were the most sadistic. It was also the room where I underwent training. I started crying. 
 
“Am I a bad boy mom. I’m sorry, please not the playroom,” I said. 

Mom rolled her eyes, “We’re not retraining you. Seriously, your 19 stop being so pathetic….”
 
Mommy coughed.
 
“Right you can't help being pathetic. You are a male. Weak and fragile. And like a good boy you will take any pain we give you. And besides,” she caressed my face, “I wouldn't let them go too far. I hated you when you were born, you know that. I did, she told me often. I saw you as this disgusting male thing that ruined my life, but here I was taught you were a blessing. A tool to make a better world. A piece of me made to serve me and love me.” 
 
“And me,” Mommy interrupted, “I loved you the moment I first met you.”
 
Mom continued kissing my cheek, “You’ve become your true self as a male in this community, one that worships at our feet. So you are not being tortured because you're a bad boy, you're being tortured as a gift and expression of our love for you,” she said. 
 
I knew I shouldn’t take that as a man, I should fight back and argue that I was being tortured and that was not love. But I was no longer that type of man. I never was, all males were made to serve after all. And I haven’t thought like that in a long time, not since the training. It was beaten out of me then. Now I was strangely happy that I wasn’t being hurt for being a bad boy. It was sick I guess. 
 
Good boys find pleasure in praise. 
 
“Besides, Margret's son is coming to do the serving,” mom said.
 
“Oh Margret’s son,” Mommy said, concerned. 
 
Margaret's son was creepy. He had spent a good amount of time in the outside world and was poisoned by the patriarchy. His father was what mom called a misogynist. The man caught Mrs. Margret sleeping with a member of the cult Mrs. Samatha, he attacked them. The two women fended him off and over powered him ending with what mom said was a brutal castration. They were able to argue rape in court and sent him to a prison own by a member of the cult. 
 
They eventually moved here and got married. Because Margaret's son was filled with the poison of the outside world far longer than I was, he was more rebellious. Trying to leave multiple times and being sent to training each time in return. I didn’t know how he survived the training so many times. Eventually Mrs. Margaret did the unthinkable after Mrs. Samatha suggested it and they neutered their son at the veterinarian for males. They replaced his balls with two bells to remind him with every movement what his own mother had taken from him. He hasn't been the same since. But mommy says he is finally obedient. Mom said it served him right and then laughed that they kept his balls in a jar on their mantle and made him polish it everyday. It was a bit of a scandal, neutering a boy was only used for the most difficult cases. Balls are important for our religion. 
 
I was creeped out by him, but I was also worried. Mrs. Margaret and Mrs. Samatha don’t have a pair of balls to torture anymore which means they’re going to use mine to make up for lost time. 
 
“Puppy get to the playroom. I’ll tie you up for the games,” Mommy said. 
 
“Mommy um..what games are we going to play?” I could feel my balls clench up at the thought. 
 
Mom spoke up, “All sort, frankly I’d prepare yourself because chances are we'll get carried away.”
 
“Oh don’t scare the boy,” Mommy said.
 
“He should be scared, plus I know how you get when torturing him in the playroom. I remember begging you to have mercy on him during his training. I love beating a man and putting him in his place like any woman but you could get really scary when you're getting carried away,” Mom said.
 
My balls felt heavier and more tender. I could still remember the pain. It was nonstop physical and mental torture. I went from resenting mommy to being her obedient step-son after what she did to me. 
 
“Come on puppy follow me. And because you’ve been a good boy you can crawl behind me,” mommy said with a wink. 
 
I got on all fours, ball pain be damned. I loved to crawl behind mommy. I could look up at her beautiful butt as I did, “thank you mommy.” She led me to the playroom, my tongue out and my cage straining as I looked at her impressive round ass. Mommy giggled knowing how much I wanted it. Sometimes if I was really really good she let me hump it and play with it as much as I wanted. Of course she didn’t let me cum but it was magical. 
 
The playroom was a large black room with assortment of toys and torture devises I was all to familiar with. Mommy was a collector. There was a Saint Andrews cross and paddling bench, a Spanish wooden horse, a cage and a chair with the legs spread open.  
She closed the door behind me. She picked me up and strung me to the ceiling, my arms were over my head and my legs were tied apart so anyone could have full access to my balls. 
 
“Let’s see if it’s sturdy,” she said to herself. 
 
SLAM!
 
“Arhhhhhhhh,” the top of mommy’s foot collided with the bottom of my balls, sending intense pain into my already battered testicles. Convulsions took over my body from the pain. I pulled on the chains for release. Eventually my body realized I couldn’t escape and gave up. I don’t know how I could survive tonight, I was most likely going to end up a eunuch like Margret’s son. 
 
“Perfect,” Mommy looked at my balls and winced, “They really shouldn’t be that color this early into the night. Let me kiss that boo boo away,”  She bent down and kissed my tender balls and gave them a suck a few times for good measure. Mommy then put a harness around them and took a 5lb weight and placed it from a chain under my balls. It started pulling my cords. It wasn’t too bad they normally used much heavier weights. 
 
“This should make them hang a bit lower by the time we’re ready, the women will love that,” she said it to herself like I was furniture she was arranging. 
 
She kissed my cheek, “Okay see you soon,” She turned around, turned off the lights and closed the door. 
 
Leaving me hanging in the dark with my aching balls and the knowledge that it was going to get so much worse. 

To be continued….  

This is my first story. It’s mostly set up for the next parts.

My name is James or I think it was James. It's been so long since I heard it, I think I’ve honestly forgotten. I’ve been mostly called boy, or sweetie, or puppy, or Sandra’s boy for so long I can’t remember. Sandra’s being my mother’s last name.

 I got out of bed early and went downstairs to make breakfast. I made sure not to make a sound I’ve been trained not to. It was easy, really. I was shorter than a normal man should be which helped. I’m 19 years old but I was only really 5’5 and thin. Boyish even. A product of the hormone I was fed.

I quickly made eggs and toast, brewed coffee and set the table like I was trained. Years of this has gotten it down to a science.

 A good boy is never heard only scene. A good boy serves.

As I plated the food my mouth watered. The food looked amazing. I was so tempted to take some. Maybe a small piece, maybe they wouldn’t notice. I reached to take some eggs but stopped before touching it.

A good boy does not eat women’s food. 

That was something I learned early when moving her. I could still feel the sting on my balls from when I first made that mistake.

A good boy enjoys punishment. A good boy's balls only serve to educate. 

I heard footsteps and stood at attention. 

Mommy and mom came into the dining room half asleep licking their lips at the food. 

Mom was my birth mother Ava Sandra. She had me very early at 17 from a guy who ran off on her. She always resented me for it and was a classic man hating feminist for it. Right now she wore a black nightgown that was half open revealing her curvy body and pussy.  My dick strained against the spikes in my fat chastity cage. Her black hair was sloppy from sleep and her pulp lips smiled hungrily at me. She’d gotten softer over the years thanks to mommy.

Mommy Melanie Sandra was in her 30s. She was tall, blond and had a butt you could bounce a quarter on. She like me, was fully naked. Unlike me though it was her choice while I was forced to be naked. 

Good boys need only collars to identify them and cages to hide their shameful members. It was bad enough being born a boy it was worse to remind people of it.

Mommy met mom when I was younger. Back when we lived in the outside world. She started dating mom and eventually got married to her in a small ceremony in a strange church. At the time I was confused by the status of women and the men at their feet. 

Mommy came from money so when they got married we were able to move from our ratty apartment into a large house in the village of matriarch. At the time I thought it was like a Cinderella story. 

Until I learned that the village was a font for matriarchal cult focus on motherhood. Specifically centered around the relationship between mother and son. 

“How has the goddess found you boy,” mom said looking down between my legs, “Aren’t they big.” My balls do to the drugs in the food were the size of oranges and just as heavy. You’d think I’d get used to the weight but movement always pulled down on my cords. Mom always said heavy balls remind me with every movement of the burden of manhood. 

“The goddess finds me well mom,” I spread my legs, and hesidently said, “Please bless me.”

		SLAP!

“Ahhhhhhhhhh,” I howled as mom launched a full force kick slamming my balls right into my pelvis and lifting me an inch off the ground. The pain was like intense waves of agony shooting from my balls to the rest of my body. I was shaking as I looked up at her, forcing a smile, “T…thank you mom. I am sorry I was born male.” 

Mom was pleased, giggling to herself. She liked that I had to force a smile when she brutalized my manhood. It was her favorite aspect about the cult. She always thought men deserved every bit of pain a woman would give. She’d spend days grinding my manhood under her heel while she read to me the goddess’ scripture. 

I turned to Mommy, spreading my legs like before, “Please bless me mommy.”

Mommy walked up to me and put her hands between my legs causing me to almost flinch.

  Good boys don’t flinch. Good boys take their beatings for that is their purpose. 

She took hold over my tender balls, “They’re warm and they’re heavy,”  Her thumb rubbed circles around my flat cage, “How long has it been since we let him cum?”

“Don’t know? Boy do you know,” Mom said. 

“Yes mom, you haven’t given me the pleasure of cumming in 6 months and 7 day,” I said quickly, making them both laugh. 

Mommy through her laugh said, “Of course he would know. Boys always do.” 

It was true. I was always thinking about it. I couldn’t help it. The food they gave me was full of drugs that made me horny 24/7. And the why they walked around with  the thinnest clothes if any at that.  Always caressing my balls or kissing me down there. The worst was when I’m between their legs liking their pussies seeing them cum over and over while felt like I was going to burst. It was torture. The drugs also made my ball larger and more sensitive. Mom told me to appreciate them because they made it so they were harder to break. Which she took advantage of everyday. 

SQELCH!

“AAAAHHH!” my attention was dragged back as mommy used both hands to squeeze my sore bruised balls.”

“Who’s mommy’s good little puppy,” she said. 

I was shaking as her grip tightened.

“Ahhhhh,” I screamed, tears running down my face. The only thing I could feel was the clenching pain between my legs. 

“I said, Who mommy good little puppy,” she emphasized by yanking my ball towards her like a leash. I had to hold onto her arms as she raised me on my tippy toe. 

“Aaaaaaa!” I cried higher pitch this time causing mom to burst out laughing. 

Mommy on the other hand dug her nails into deforming manhood. She was going to break them. 

“I..I am mommy. I’m your puppy. I’m sorry mommy, please mommy you're breaking them please,” I cried. 

After what felt like forever she let go causing me to fall back on the floor. I held onto my balls in the fetal position. It was bad. The pain was searing and pulsing a reminder of the weakness of my manhood. 

A good boy took his pain. A good boy's manhood is the path of distraction but a tool to his salvation.

 Please goddess way isn’t the pain going away. 

Mommy cleared her throat, I instinctually looked up to her and smiled, “Thank you mommy, I’m sorry I was born a male.” 

“I’ll let it slide for today but you need to fix that attitude. You wouldn’t want to go through your training again,” mommy said with concern in her voice. 

I got on my knees ball pain be damned. I bowed, holding onto her leg shaking and begging, “Please mommy I’ll be good. People don’t put me back in training. Please….i can’t, not again,” I was bawling, “Please I’ve been good.”

Mom spoke up first, “Melanie don’t scare the boy he’s been behave.”

Mommy stared at me with remorse on her face, “It’s okay puppy. I know you’ve been a good boy.” 

“He was far worse behaved before coming here. The outside word had filled his head with that patriarchal bullshit. He refused to do what he was told,” mom said. 

Mommy giggle, “Yes I remember he did not take the rules well. I remember praying on it. I was so gentle with him,” she crouched down to me giving a full view of her pussy, my cage straining in response. She took my face and scrunched it like a dog, “you were such a bad boy, I was so worried when you ran away.” 

“The fool didn’t think his collar and cage had a proximity zapper attached. He was lucky we found him when we did, else his balls would have been fried off. But it couldn’t be helped, he is a male. I can’t expect them to think logically,” mom said, sipping on her coffee. 

Mom pulled out a can of boy food and put it in my bowl. My stomach grumbled. But I knew better than to eat that food before they ate.

A good boy waits.

I crawled under the table and started eating out mom. My balls were still throbbing from earlier but I knew better than to have her wait. 

Mommy will punish me for choosing mom first, but I also knew mommy would punish me less severely then mom would. 

“So the ladies are coming at 8,” Mommy said. 

“Yes, it gives the boy enough time to set everything up,” she said, pushing me deeper into her pussy. I licked harder in response. I knew all her favorite spots.   

Having her sit on my face as she brought a wooden spoon down on balls  taught me quickly how to bring any woman to orgasm. 

“Are you sure he can handle being entertainment as well. Those women are rough, it might be too much for him. What if he gets damaged,” mommy said. 

“He’ll be fine. You baby him too much. Besides, the ladies know not to break my…..  AH AHH FUCK,” she said reaching her first orgasm. She made sure to rub my face into it as she did.

“I don’t baby him. The goddess says it is a mother right to love and to charity her son as he is of her,” mommy said. 

I moved on to mommy, who patted my head as I started licking. I preferred licking mommy’s pussy. It was always less stressful. 

“The goddess also says punish your sons for the wickedness of their gender, show them not only the pain of the flesh but the humiliation of their ego. Make their manhood a tool and reminder of their inferiority.”

SLAM!

  She landed a perfect kick into my sore ball from under the table. 

I screamed into mommy’s pussy causing her to reach her first climax of the day.

“OH GODDESS YES!”

When it subsided she smiled playfully, “Playing dirty is unfair.”

Mom met her playful smile with her own, “All’s fair in love and war.” Turning her head as I crawled out of the table, my balls stinging, “Beside you know I love him,” she patted her lap and I laid head on it. 

It was a normal morning. 

To be continued…..