Female dominated universe story
Hi guys, I've started on another story so thought I'd share what I've done so far, still working on it so any feedback for which way to steer it is appreciated,
Thanks!
this is a world where females are dominant and men are submissive.
I've recently found a new job, one that gives men a decent enough pay to get by. I work in a ballbusting brothel where women come to unwind their stressful day. I arrived on my first shift prompt and was ordered into the clinic room by the female clerk. inside the clinic was a female doctor, a beautiful blonde who was sitting cross legged wearing her doctors outfit with short skirt and heels.
"ah come in, take your clothes of and let's get through this" she said. I quietly obeyed and quickly stripped done to my underwear.
"you won't be needing your boxers in here, don't be shy". I hesitated but knew I would have to agree. I felt her eyes burning into the back of my head as I pulled down my boxers, revealing my package. I tried not to look at the nurse to avoid an embarrassing hard on.
"perfect! our clients absolutely love big balls. the bigger the better, the harder the better is the motto in here" she was referring to kicking, not hard cocks unfortunately. I laughed nervously as I stood naked in front of the doc. she began to take notes on her clipboard.
"you have a decent sized member too, not too big, not to small. perfect target. our clientele will love that." she looked up at me,
"lucky for you, this is a more luxurious brothel. you'll find that we have the more sophisticated and more attractive ladies busting our men's balls". she giggled and stood up. I gulped as she grabbed a small black collar to tie around my nut sack. the nurse walked up to me and lifted my growing penis up an out of the way then reached around the back of my sack and tied the collar around the top of my ballbag. this made my balls hang lower and budge out from below.
"great! this means you're ready to be kicked!" you can make your way to the wreck room with the other men. I'll dispose of your clothes". I nodded, leaving the room and shuffling off down the corridor with the slightly uncomfortable collar wrapped around my manhood.
Upon entering the next room, I was greeted by the other males. there were 10 of us in here, naked apart from our black nut collars. before we could get well acquainted, the bell rang, signalling that clients arrived. quickly and quietly, all of the men walked into the front hall with me in between them, I was just following the herd. we stood in a line in front of the back wall, the floor was draped with soft red carpet and the room had an overall upmarket feel. two women who were in charge stood next to our line while an older male stood by the door. he was wearing nothing but a tie and a white nut collar. white nut collars signified that the balls have been destroyed, ruptured, or crushed. basically meaning they were useless, they were replaced with silicon implants and the ex men used as house slaves. the old man promptly opened the door and in walked two women wearing long fur coats, it must have been cold outside. the man took their coats and
hung them up in the cloak room while the ladies eyed us all up. both ladies looked after their figure well, both were tall, slim and had well rounded boobs. the one on the right was a brunette with long straight hair and the other was a blonde with curly hair.
"so, ladies", said the hostess, "stilettos again?"
the lady on the left quickly responded "ohhh yes please!"
while the lady on the right was a bit more indecisive, "hmm, last week one of my slaves nuts ruptured sooner than I wanted thanks to the stilettos. I'll try the sandals"
the hostess snapped her fingers and two more slaves come out holding red cushions with the shoes on top of them. The two slaves wear also wearing ties and white collars. I shuddered as they approached the ladies with zero confidence while trying to remain elegant. The curly haired lady quickly snatched the white stilettos out of the cushion and as she slipped her boots off, the slave promptly bent over on all fours so she could sit on him as a chair. She sat down and eagerly put the pointy toed shoes of destruction on. The brunette picked up the black strappy sandals by their heel straps and waited for her slave to get on all fours - which he did obediently like clockwork. She sat down and took off her wellies, revealing a beautiful pair of well peddicured feet. She slipped the sandals on and tied the diamonte encrusted straps. The slave next to me elbowed me and snapped me out of my gaze, I noticed my cock was growing which was a sure fire sign of
getting picked on so I quickly looked away, trying to keep my cock from getting rock hard.
"Now ladies, you may pick your slaves" said the hostess.
The brunette stood in front of us with her hands on her hips and said seductively "right, two of you will be my lucky slaves". The slightly shortered curly haired lady stood next to her in the same posture and said,
"well, i've only got room for one, and guess what?" she pulled out a rupture token - meaning that she was allowed to rupture the balls of one slave. Fear struck my heart, as did every other slaves'. The brunette retorted;
"so have I, that will be saved for the weaker of my two subs". I now knew I had a 1 in 5 chance of losing my balls on my first day, and I wasn't looking forward to it! The white collared slaves hastily made their way out of the room as the two ladies split up and started inspecting us from either side. I was in the middle of the 10 guys lined up.
the procedure here was simple. the lady kicks each sub once to gauge whether or not she wants to choose him. the first kick decides how the rest of the evening pans out for the sub. if the sub falls straight to the floor, he is used as a free gimp for that lady. this means that he would be tied to a cross with arms and legs spread out so that he could get his balls pummeled with ease. this is supposed to toughen the weak subs up however in a lot of cases, the ladies go too far and end up destroying his balls before he even gets a chance to be used normally! for those who are able to remain standing, it's down to the woman's discretion who they wish to take. some women prefer the men who double over in pain so they can easily see the pain they inflict on the slave, while others prefer more of a challenge so they go for the ones who barely flinch when getting kicked at first. although all that macho-ness changes in the session chamber. it was just a guessing game for us slaves as to which type these ladies are after. the stiletto donned lady began by swiftly punting the first slave square in the balls. he screamed in agony and doubled over. she looked on the the next slave mercilessly and slowly shifted towards him. the brunette swung her foot firmly into the first slaves balls on the other end causing him to double over. she quickly moved on to the next one and eyed him up. this second slave was more of the muscular type, with a cocky look in his eye. she took an instant disliking to him so decided to kick him extra hard on purpose hoping he'd fall. she stepped back, swung her leg full force and slammed her foot into the slaves balls sending him crashing to the ground instantly like a whimp.
"looks like I found my gimp!" she said gleefully as one of the hostesses snapped her fingers, signalling another slave in to escort him to her chamber. she quickly moved on to the next one who was standing next to me. I looked back over and caught a glimpse of the other lady snapping a kick with her pointed toe into her second slaves nutsack which made him yelp in a high pitched tone. as much as I feared the sadistic tendencies that the brunette had, I knew I'd lose my balls as he blonde is only taking one slave to use her rupture token on. the brunette had two slaves to take so I fancied my chances. I figured out that the stiletto clad blonde was looking for a jittery slave while the high heeled sandal wearing lady was after a stronger man so I decided to try and stay upright as best as I could when it was my turn. I hoped that the brunette reached me before the blonde did. out of the corner of my eye I caught the brunette kicking the slave next to me,
he barely moved a muscle.
"ohhh I like you!" she said. "I''ll take this one". the hostess snapped her fingers again and another white collar came and took him to her chamber. I heard a thud and a squeal to my left followed by "this one will do!". I let out a sigh of relief as he was taken away to her.chamber. I locked eyes with the slave and seen the fear in his eyed...both of us knowing his manhood was no more... the brunette looked me deep in the eye seductively, and had s quick glance at my package. I tensed up my body and awaited her blow. she licked her teeth as she slammed her foot into my balls. I moaned out but only just managed to maintain my posture, bending over slightly.
"I'll take you" she winked. I was escorted to her chambers knowing I'd get paid, all I had to do now was keep my nuts. I knew I was in for a tough time as the slave I'm up against seemed pretty tough. I decided not to dwell on it.
stepping into the room, I saw the gimp already tied to the cross, panting and sweating. he had a wooden mouth piece between his teeth to help him handle the pain as well as keep.him quiet. in front of him and slightly to his right knelt my competitor, with his hands handcuffed behind his backers . I was told to kneel next to him, which I did, while I got cuffed as well. the white collar left the room and we waited for our tormentor. I could her the sound of high heels clicking against the wooden floorboards in the corridor, approaching our room. the door knob turned and the brunette stepped in.
