MF/m humiliation control authoritarian
This story is completely fictional. I, Sir Jef outlined the story for mfaggot to write for Me. After each chapter, I define how I want the story to continue and mfaggot then writes the next chapter. mfaggot is a bisexual submissive that loves to be used by Dommes/Mistress's.
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Balls on the Line Chapter 1
I don't even remember exactly how it started but I did know I lost the bet and paying for it was going to hurt. A lot. My name's Marc and I'm a Doctor which most days means I am usually the smartest or most successful guy in the room, in my not-so humble opinion. Fat lot of good it did me. I think Jake was saying something to my girlfriend Nancy at the bar about how resilient male genitalia is, and even though it is sensitive to pain it could take a beating and keep on....well you get the idea. I had to step in with my medical training and back up Jake over my girlfriend. Dumb. So Nancy, sharpest girl in the room, decided to have me put my money where my mouth was. "Well marc if you're so sure that your junk is bulletproof why don't we put it to the test?" Her smile was that teasing wicked smile she wore whenever she felt superior. Which was often enough. "Oh?" I tried to stay confident in spite of the direction Nancy was taking. It figured that my team was up, so I felt safe making the bet. "Okay Doctor marc (her smart assed name-calling at work) if you're so cocky, pun intended, what say we make a bet?" I should have just backed off and let Nancy know that Jake was full of shit or something but the whiskey got the better of me. I didn't and that would prove to be a mistake I would come to regret. "Sure, punkin. What's running around in that lovely little brain of yours?" I shouldn't have pushed my luck. "I think you and Jake should settle this like men and use your family jewels as collateral. If Jake's team wins (unlikely) then you kick him where it counts and let him show us both how tough the male junk really is. If your team loses, though, then you can show Jake that your balls are made of steel... or whatever you think they're made of." Her smile was the clincher. "Fine. I'm game if you are Jake?" "Sure marc. Let's show Nancy what we're made of! I bet her junk couldn't take a hit like..." Nancy wouldn't even let Jake finish. Her smile and widened eyes would slam my hopes shut. "Okay Mr. Iron Balls McGee... whoever loses gets THREE full speed kicks to the junk. No covering, either. One of you is going to take it hard in the taint to prove what manly men you really are!" She was glowing. I wish I hadn't been so drunkenly confident... it might have saved me from the brutality that followed. "Deal!" Jake was just looking to prove how tough he could be but there was something else in his eyes that made me nervous. Couldn't quite put my finger on it but I could see he was enjoying this a little too much.
I watched the final ticks of the game clock as my team lost their lead and fell apart in the final minutes to give the game to Jake's team. I hung my head and took another double strength shot, not really thinking that either of us would go through with the bet of beaten balls. I was wrong.
"Well, Doctor Bitch time to pay up!!" Nancy's smile was as big as if she'd won real money on the bet rather than a serious blow to my masculinity. Literally. "C'mon Nancy you can't be serious. I mean..." Jake cut me off. "Hey don't pussy out, marc! I won fair and square and I think that making you cry in front of your girlfriend is a small price to pay to show how tough you are!" There was that 'thing' about Jake again. He was far too happy at the thought of me taking three swift kicks to my baby maker. After another half hour of back and forth complaints by the three of us it was clear that the only way I could walk away from this (figuratively) was to 'pay up' and take the shots. But I wasn't going to take any shots without a WHOLE bunch of OTHER, alchoholic, shots to prepare myself... I was wobbling and woozy as we closed the bar and headed home. I couldn't quite figure out why Nancy was in good enough shape to drive but I knew neither Jake nor I could drive, not as drunk as we were. A little fresh air helped but the dread of what was to come was building. It seemed an eternity but I was being half-carried by Jake into the apartment where Nancy and I lived. I was able to keep my feet after we got through the door, but I knew that there was pain in my near future. "Alright boys, let's get down to it!" Nancy was enjoying this whole scene entirely too much for my liking. If I only knew where it would lead, I might have stopped it all right there. But I didn't.
"Ready, Doctor?" Jake's wise-ass smirk was far too chipper, and he was entirely too happy, at the thought of kicking me square in my nuts. But I was determined to see this through. "Wait!" Nancy scrambled for her purse. I should have known... "I HAVE to get video of this!" Her camera phone and it's glittery pink case filled me with fear like I had rarely known. But still I didn't stop it from happening. "I am guessing a 100,000 hits, what do you think Jake?" "Oh yeah, Nancy. At least!" They were both so very happy, smiling and eyeing each other, while I was barely able to stop from quivering in fear. "Go ahead, sweetie. Drop those pants. You don't need jeans to protect your balls of steel, do you?" She was smiling wickedly again. "But... wait a second, I don't want that to..." "Just do it, marc. Don't be a pussy." Jake's voice was stern and commanding. I really couldn't figure out what was happening but the next thing I know I was undoing my jeans and letting them slide to the floor. "Leave them around your ankles, sweetie... yes, just like that..." Nancy and Jake were both making me so nervous with their enjoyment of this. "All right now, Doctor. Time to pay your dues." Jake took two steps up to me and I wanted so much to just cower and run. "But..." Jake's gaze locked me in place. "Shut up. Don't move." And I didn't. Without a word of warning he wound back his right foot and brought it at me with lightning speed. The kick connected full force and all I saw was a flash of white as I doubled over. Through a haze I could hear wild laughter from Jake and my girlfriend Nancy. The idea that it was being filmed made everything surreal. I just knelt there, holding myself together, as Jake towered over me and Nancy's camera phone was pointing at me. The red light reminded me that video was being made of my humiliation. I could feel the tears streaming down my cheek as I struggled to catch my breath. Still in a haze I could hear a cruel tone in my girlfriend's voice. "Ready for number two, sweetie?" "What....I..." "That's enough Doc. Take a deep breath and ask nicely for number two." Jake's voice was like in a dream. I could scarcely believe this was my long time friend and the woman I shared a home with. "I can't..." Nancy cut me off. "You will, sweetie. Ask Jake nicely to kick you in your balls again." I wasn't sure what was worse, the tone in Jake's voice, or the piercingly cruel smile of my girlfriend. I couldnt' believe what happened next. "Jake, please kick me again." The words tumbled out of my mouth, almost eagerly. "Sure, Doc. Stand up and spread 'em." It was all I could do to stand, let alone spread my legs to get ready for another kick. But I did. Jake's smile cut into me almost as much as Nancy's. They were thrilled at the spectacle. "Ready, Nancy? I want this one to be nice and clear." "Oh yeah Jake. Let him have it." WACK!! I could hear that one, feeling it all the way through my skull and down to my toes. The white flash was there again and I only remember being on the ground, face down. "What do you say to the man, dear?" Nancy's voice was so close and I could feel her hot breath in my ear. I couldn't believe how hot it was. Or how hot I was. "What... I..." "Say it, marc. Thank Jake for kicking you in the nuts and making you squeal like a piggie." She was smiling as she said it. And recorded it. "Thu... thank you, Jake." I was feeling sick and weak. But I was feeling something else completely unexpected. I was feeling aroused. "Get up, Doc. Time for your third." I took it slow, hoping that my growing erection would just vanish as my self-respect already had. But no such luck. Nancy's voice was shrill and penetrating. "What the FUCK! Jesus, Jake... he's got a fucking HARD ON!" "Well, what do you know? he DOES!" They both started busting up laughing at the spectacle. And me. "Wow. Looks like you REALLY want to thank me, Doc?" Jake was laughing the whole time and could barely contain his derision. Nancy couldn't contain her derision at all. Not even a little. Her smirk, her eyes, her laughter, all made it quite clear that my humiliation was something she was enjoying. Too much. "You heard me, Doc. Say it." "Thank you Jake." "For what?" He cocked his head to one side, craning his ear closer in a mocking gesture. All caught on video. "For... for kicking my in the balls." "Good boy. Now stand up and ask nicely for your third." "Oh... okay..." I struggled to stand. It was so much more difficult this time as my world was swirling and falling apart. "Puh... please kick me again, Jake." "Jake? Try calling me Sir." I just stared up at him in shock. I really couldn't even grasp what was happening. "Well, pansy? You heard the man... ask him again, but politely this time." Nancy wasn't helping matters and in fact seemed to be enjoying this far too much. "Please, sir, please kick me in the balls again." I was standing now but I was truly crushed. "Well, that's more like it!" And with a huge grin he wound back with the biggest smile on his face and let loose with a lightning kick more powerful than the rest. I couldn't feel anything from the waist down and dropped like a sack of potatoes to the floor, barely moving. "Well, at least he's still breathing. Well boy what do you say?" He leaned down and was clearly rubbing my face in this complete humiliation. All I could do was thank him. "Uh... thu.. thank you sir." "Jesus. Nicely done, bitch." With that, Jake spun on his heels and walked to Nancy. "Give me his keys. You can drive his sorry ass around tomorrow and I'll take his Benz home tonight." Nancy smiled big at Jake. "Sure, Jake. Here you go." "Well, see you around Doc. Well, at least on YouTube, anyway." Nancy and Jake both laughed to the door as he walked out. There was something completely different about the both of them now. And me. My erection was raging and all I could do was lie there on the floor cradling my broken manhood. The humiliation I felt washed over me like a tidal wave and all I could do was stay on the floor and wallow in the fact that I was broken. The idea that I could say 'please' to getting kicked like that, or say 'thank you' to the man who took so much from me, was confusing to say the least. I knew one thing was certain. This was only the beginning.
End of chapter 1