MF/m humiliation degradation 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.
Feel free to use the email address above to give us feedback on the story and HUMILIATE mfaggot, he loves it. he is required by Me to edge his boi penis while writing the story, eat all precum and not told if he will be able to cum or not cum after. I think he enjoys not cumming more....
Chapter 2 Balls on the Line
I was lost in thought the next day at the Hospital. Making the rounds and working with patients always seemed to keep me busy to say the least but my mind kept wandering to yesterday's events, and my best friend and live in girlfriend's enjoyment of my suffering. I kept thinking back to Jake and how we have been good friends since grade school. Sure we were naturally competitive growing up, but I had never seen Jake enjoy himself so much as when he was ball busting me and humiliating me in front of Nancy.
I mean I always kind of knew that Jake was... different, but I really couldn't figure out why last night had happened the way it did. Or why all of us enjoyed it so much (in very different ways!).
Wrapping up my morning rounds I walked into my office and felt my phone vibrate which means a new message or call. Looking down at my phone I saw that I had received an email message from Jake.
Sitting down at my desk I couldn't help but wonder what Jake might say, or how he felt about last night. Of course, given our history, I expected an apology at least or maybe he would simply forget the whole thing. No such luck.
"Hey Marc. Had a little too much fun last night, didn't you? I'm trying to figure out what part of last night got you so... worked up. Was it getting kicked? Or maybe it was me humiliating you in front of Nancy and on video, no less? Shit, how fucked up was THAT? You were really tripping hard, huh? (pun intended)
"Anywho, that's not why I'm emailing you. Nope. Here's why I'm emailing you."
www.MarcsBallsBusted.com www.MarcsBallsBusted.com&lang=en
I stared at my phone's screen frozen. I couldn't believe the link I was staring at or what could be there. I mean, he wouldn't DARE?
And then I noticed that Nancy was 'CCd' on the email message and link.
My blood froze and all I could think about was stopping it somehow.
I went to my PC and typed in the link. I saw the header in bold red lettering.
"doctor marc takes it in the junk"
I didn't have to press 'play' on the embedded video I saw. The first image was me, face blurred, standing with my legs spread wide and waiting for my first kick to the balls. My stomach dropped as I saw the playing time of the clip.
Over 5 minutes.
More than enough time to cover the three kicks to my nuts and everything in between. The begging. The 'gratitude' I showed. And of course my rock hard cock demonstrating my excitement of the occasion.
I couldn't dial Jake fast enough, my mind racing over our time in grade school and beyond. My helping him in class even though he had never aspired to anything more than jock and Construction worker while I pursued my PhD. I found myself thinking back to the good times and longed to find some explanation for recent events. Something I might have missed that would have Jake enjoy my suffering and embarrassment so much?
Nothing.
I dialed the number and stared at my phone, unable to press 'send' to start the call. What could I say to him? 'Take that shit down' came to mind, of course, but if he enjoyed putting it up why wouldn't he enjoy having me beg to have it taken down? No, I wouldn't give him the satisfaction.
At the time it seemed like a good idea.
That night I could barely face Nancy as I walked in the door. I had stayed late and had dinner alone in the Hospital cafeteria as I couldn't even think of what to say to Nancy. That she hadn't called me or sent me a message after seeing my humiliation posted to the internet told me that she wasn't exactly against the idea, either. That her and Jake were both enjoying my plight so much was tearing me apart and leaving my confused.
"Hi honey... I see you're home!" Nancy bounded into the living room with a massive smile on her face, as though nothing was wrong. Because for all she knew, maybe it wasn't 'wrong'? I took a stern look and prepared to lose my temper.
"Er... hi Nancy. Look, about that clip..."
"Oh hush Marc. Jake is just having a little fun with you." She wasn't even taking this seriously.
Or was there something else going on here?
"I mean it isn't like you were miserable or anything? Fuck you were sporting WOOD after he humiliated the shit out of you in front of me. And all you could do was thank him and ask for more?" She smiled wickedly again. I suppose I was going to have to get used to that. Her tone had made it clear that things were different now.
I just wish I knew HOW different or even WHY they were different.
"Your hard on is pretty unmistakable, sweetie." Her use of the word 'sweetie' was oozing sarcasm. Or was I hearing things?
"Shit, that is almost a porno. I bet I could sell that shit and make a bundle. It was my idea to blur your face... Jake was like 'Fuck it. Let the world know.'" Let the world know WHAT, I thought? The whole thing was becoming a blur and I was getting muddled.
And then I realized what was happening.
I was getting aroused again. I tried to steer things away. Make it all stop.
"Dear, I think that we should..."
I failed.
"We should WHAT, dear? Get another hard on while you think about getting kicked in the balls? Or have the clip posted on the internet? You will need to be more specific." She was enjoying this. She was smiling as I was flustered and confused.
"Never mind. I was just heading out anyway. Feel free to watch TV or whatever."
What the hell was happening? I stood there, numb, bewildered, while my girlfriend of nearly five years brushed past the fact that I am being humiliated for the world to see?
The door closed as she left. I stood there for what seemed like an eternity, thinking about my life up to this point. I am standing here 6' 1", a body that has taken years of hard work, a hairy chest, complimented on my legs, stomach, arms, everything. Nancy would always compliment my eyes and say what a great smile I have and how much she appreciates my sense of humor. And now she runs out while I am struggling with a fast moving series of events that are jolting me to my core.
My mind snapped back to 'reality' (of sorts) with my phone ringing. Without a thought I answer.
"marc here."
"Well, hi buddy!" Jake's voice sounded hollow, like from a million miles away.
"Yeah, hi." I wasn't sure how I felt or what was happening but I didn't have to be happy about it.
"Oh is that any way to talk to me?"
Silence.
"I mean how much fun did Nancy and I have last night? And YOU! Shit, Marc, you were having fun too! I mean, there I was kicking you in your fucking balls and you were THANKING me! Priceless!" He started laughing. Fucking LAUGHING. At me.
I couldn't even formulate a response. I sat there dumbfounded and still lost.
"Well, speak up, doc. Not even a 'thank you' for taking the time to send you a memento of the evening? I mean, that link is going to get you a LOT of fans!"
"Fans? What the fuck are you talking about?"
I was hot, upset, and yes even aroused.
Somehow, Jake knew.
"Don't fucking take that tone with me. you and I both know that you had WAY too much fun last night for whatever perverted reason. Shit, you should be thanking me. Again." Jake's smile at the last word was unmistakable. The word 'perverted' cut into marc like a knife and left him stunned, worse than before.
Jake didn't seem to notice. Or care.
"Anyway I was calling to tell you that I am probably going to create a YouTube channel for that clip and see what happens. The private link was just for us three but I think you deserve a bigger audience after that performance. Don't you agree?"
I literally stared down at the phone from a complete loss for words.
Which was fine with Jake because he had some words of his own for me. Words I wish I hadn't heard.
End of Chapter 2
This chapter was kind of short. I wanted the reader to get more inside marc's fucked up head and to hear his struggle to find his true submissive self. Not to worry, chapter 3 will see marc get more of the humiliation and degradation he requires.
Sir Jef