Fempire Chapter 9: Revved Up

*Hi all, here's chapter 9. Let me know what you think.*

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Of the three stalls in the women’s room at Giblets, only one of them was currently in use. That made things easier for Colin. He could see Officer Aubrey’s leather pants around her fit ankles in the stall closest to the exit. Her belt was around her ankles too, and her keys were right there with them.

‘There it is,’ Colin thought. ‘You can do this.’ He crept up to the bathroom stall, keeping his breath shallow to avoid being heard. He got right up next to the stall, then flinched when he heard keys jingling on the floor. He looked down and he could see that Aubrey was wriggling her legs.

He grabbed the top of the stall, and pulled up so he could look into the stall. He felt dirty about what he was doing. Men aren’t supposed to peak on women, they should only get to see what a woman chooses to let him see. Guys caught peeping in the fempire were known to lose their peep. But Colin wasn’t looking to be a perv, he was looking to steal a key, that made it better, right? He poked his head over the stall and saw Aubrey’s head facing up towards the ceiling. Her eyes were glassy, but they were pointed directly upward.

Colin panicked. ‘She saw me! I have to get out of here.’ He let go of the stall so he could drop down. His feet hit the ground, but as he landed on them he yelped in pain. When he was climbing the stall he had neglected to notice the hole on the side of it. It was a small circular hole that just so happened to line up with where his testicles were hanging. He recognized it as a glory hole; something from ancient times when men would just stick their dicks wherever without consequences. He’d heard horror stories when he was younger about men who put their junk into a hole expecting a nice blowjob from whoever was on the other side, only to find themselves missing some body parts when they pulled back. It might sound odd that there’d be a glory hole in the woman’s room, but when men lost their rights, many establishments turned their men’s room into a second ladies room. Some places gave men a bucket to use, others forced them to hold it in. There were even some women out there who made their men wear a diaper.

Colin tried to pull away, his beehive nuts were stuck in the wall. Sweat trickling down his forehead. ‘Did those bitches leave this hole up so they could trap and punish men here?’ Whatever the purpose of this hole, Colin was trapped in it. He tugged harder to pull himself out, but all that did was stretch out his chords, causing him great pain.

He was trapped. Terrified. Aubrey had seen him, hadn’t she? She was looking straight up at him. Any minute now she would come out of the stall and arrest him. That would surely mean castration. ‘Goodbye penis. Goodbye balls. Goodbye Angie. I’m sorry I wasn’t a good enough man for you.’ It was time to face the music.

That music came from within the stall in the form of a deep moan. This surprised Colin, as did the twitching he noticed once again from Aubrey’s feet. He pulled up on the stall to look back down at Aubrey. Her head was down now, but Colin couldn’t help but notice how red her cheeks were. Or how her hands were furiously wiping her crotch. ‘Must’ve been a big bowel movement’ he thought. Then he realized she wasn’t touching her ass, she was touching her clit… she was masturbating.

‘That’s why she didn’t come get me,’ he realized. She hadn’t noticed Colin’s head peeking over the stall, her vision was to blurred from pleasure. ‘Pleasure I will never feel as long as I’ve got this hive on my penis,’ Colin thought, resentfully. ‘Pleasure that was taken from me by cops just like this… this bitch’ he thought, a word that men weren’t even supposed to think when describing a woman. He thought about Hornyt humiliating him on his wedding day. About Mackenzie laughing with glee at his suffering. And now this bitch was actually getting off on his pain.

This lit a fire in Colin. A fire that had been hidden under all the fear and pain. Colin was sick of being the butt of the joke. Of having his most sensitive body parts put through hell for the amusement of women. Of being brought to the brink of orgasm only to be painfully denied over and over and over again. It had been over a year since Colin had cum. He’d been good, putting up with all the abuse and humiliation thrown his way. Listening to Aubrey moan in pleasure was the last straw. He wanted his orgasm and he wasn’t going to let anyone stop him from getting it.

Colin slid his foot under the stall. He inched closer and closer to Aubrey’s belt. He was careful to move only when he saw Aubrey’s feet twitching. Colin may not have had much experience with his own orgasms, but he was very familiar with female orgasms. He recognized the way it was building judging from her moans and her leg movements.

Finally his foot touched the key ring. He gripped it with his toes and slowly pulled it off the belt. For the first time today (maybe ever in his life) Colin was happy to be naked in public. His bare feet allowed him to grip the key and drag it towards the stall wall.

“OH MY GOD!” Aubrey screamed, as she sat up straight on the toilet.

Colin froze. This wasn’t the scream of a woman who was cumming. A shame too, because an orgasm would’ve been his best chance to get out unnoticed. He wanted to pull his foot back out from the stall, but he didn’t dare; he was afraid that if he moved his foot it would make the keys jingle, drawing Aubrey’s attention to what he was trying to do. Being caught sneaking into the women’s room was bad enough. But doing it to steal something? From a cop no less? Of course that was worse. He’d be lucky if they only tortured him for a day before castrating him.

“What is this?” Aubrey asked. And Colin felt a finger poking one of his testicles.

‘Shit,’ Colin thought.

“I’ve never seen this in a restroom before,” she pinched the nut between her thumb and forefinger.

Colin shook, holding onto the stall wall for dear life, but he didn’t let himself make a sound. ‘If I’m going lose my balls, let me lose them with dignity,’ Colin thought before he felt her twist his ball. He bit his lip hard, but that didn’t stop a squeak from slipping out of his mouth.

“What are you?” She asked the pair of balls, as she gave them a slap. “Are you some kind of squeeze toy?” She pulled Colin’s balls taut in their sack and slapped them again.

Colin would’ve sighed in relief if Aubrey’s grip didn’t take his breath away. She hadn’t caught him, well technically she did, but she didn’t know that. She thought his balls were part of the restroom. That meant, at least for now, he still had a chance of getting out of here with his testicles in tact.

Then Colin had a truly unpleasant idea. He knew how he could get out of here without being found out. But it would cost him. “Howdy,” Colin said, trying to make his voice sound both folksy and automated. “I’m… Ballso,” Colin improvised, “Giblets’s pair of bathroom pleasure balls. Do you need to relieve some tension? Need to get off, but just imagining isn’t doing it for you?” Colin paused before continuing. “Then use Ballso. My balls are designed to simulate real testicles. Please use them for your pleasure.”

“I can play with these as much as I want? However I want?”

Colin hated every word that came out of his own mouth. He hated Aubrey, hated knowing that his pain was causing her pleasure. But he figured that based on everything he knew about this officer, this could be the distraction he needed.

“Affirmative.”

“That’s really cool,” Aubrey said, squeezing both of Colin’s balls, this time with her fingernails. “And just what I needed.”

Aubrey squeezed with one hand and went back to fingering her clit with the other. This time Colin didn’t hold back his grunts of pain. “Oh wow, those sounds are so realistic. But can you go higher?” She pinched his nuts so hard she could almost feel her fingers touch. Colin cried out in a high pitch squeal, not even having to force it: the pain was enough. Aubrey added her own moans to Colin’s.

Colin closed his eyes, he was in horrible pain. Aubrey’s grip sent Colin’s mind into another realm. He was no longer in a bathroom stall in the fempire. He was in a realm of pure pain, where the only thing he knew was real was the pressure on his gonads. But somewhere in that world of pain, Colin heard Angie’s voice whispering to him ‘get the key.’

He forced his eyes back open. Forced himself back to reality. He fought every instinct his nuts were sending him and returned his focus to the key ring dangling on his big toe. He crept his foot back painfully slowly, feeling every movement in his balls. He got the key under the stall wall, handing (or footing) the key to his hand. He did it! He had the key! “YAYAHHHHHHHHHH” Colins celebratory cheer turned into a gut wrenching scream as Aubrey twisted his entire sack 360 degrees.

“I can’t believe it. This is even more fun that squeezing an actual man’s balls. MMMMMMM” Aubrey moaned. Colin could tell she was close. He thought maybe if they could turn all girls onto squeezing fake balls, things wouldn’t be so bad for men anymore. Then he gave up on that dream, realizing she only felt this way because she was squeezing his actual balls.

‘I have to get out of here,’ Colin thought. But how was he supposed to do that? Aubrey had a firm grip on his balls. And even if she didn’t, they were stuck in the wall. ‘I’m not strong enough to pull them out,’ Colin opined. ‘But I know who is.’ The thought gave him another dreadful idea. He tried to take a deep breath, but couldn’t because Aubrey was squeezing the air out of his lungs. He went back to his robot voice. “Orgasm imminent. GAH-“

“Don’t you dare,” Aubrey yelled after slamming her knee into Colin’s twisted nuts so hard that she actually untwisted them. “I don’t care if you’re a real boy or not. The only way semen leaves a ballsack while I’m around is if the testicles explode.”

“Female orgasm imminent,” he amended in a high pitched voice. “In preparation for your coming release, please use your hands to… push my balls back through the hole.”

“OOOH, that would be a grand finale. That’s a pretty small hole, and some pretty swollen balls. You sure I can do it with out ruining these things for the next girl?”

“Yes,” Colin gulped. He wasn’t actually sure his balls could fit through the hole without bursting, but it what other choice did he have? “Please punch my balls as hard as you can if you have to. Just get them back through the hole or… they will malfunction.”

“Well I wouldn’t want to break your balls,” Aubrey laughed, emphasizing her sentence with a punch. “I only do that to real boys. Hiyah!” She hit his nut. Again. This time with an open palm. It might not have hurt as much as her punch if it weren’t for the fact that she punched it into the wall.

“Please aim for the hole,” Colin said. “YOW!”

Aubrey tugged Colin’s balls towards her, as far into the stall as she could pull. “Don’t tell me how to bust balls,” she said before nailing both balls with a two fisted uppercut. The punch knocked the balls into the air before they slammed back down into the wall, sending even more shockwaves through Colin’s nerve endings.

“Yes ma’am,” Colin mumbled.

Aubrey put one hand back in her crotch, and with her other hand she went back to punching. PUNCH! PUNCH! PUNCH! With each punch Aubrey’s clit tingled more. “Oh I can feel them softening with each punch.” SLAM! SLAM! SLAM! “How do you simulate that pulsing feeling?” She felt Colin’s balls throbbing in her palm.“I can’t believe they’re not testicles. PUNCH! PUNCH! KICK! Aubrey flicked her clit in just the right way to send a thrill up her whole spine. She involuntarily shot her leg up and was somehow able to get it up high enough that her foot slammed into Colin’s right ball right at the flat hard heel.

That kick did it. Colin’s ball flew out of the whole, hitting Colin in the thigh. The momentum of the kick pushed him backwards, but, since his left nut was still trapped, all that did was painfully stretch his chords. “OOOH HOOH HOOH HOOH HOOOOOOO! Great job,” Colin cried. “One more to go.” Man did he hate himself for goading her on. Was this really the best idea his stupid male mind could come up with? No wonder women rule the world.

Aubrey didn’t have to be told twice. With one hand she furiously swirled her clit around, and with her other hand she hammered Colin’s left nut into the hole. Hit after hit after hit. Unlike his first nut, Colin’s second nut did not shoot smoothly through the hole. Instead it got stuck in the glory hole, and with each punch Colin felt his scrotum scraping against the metal more and more. “Almost there,” Colin said, his robot voice faltering.

“SHUT UP,” Aubrey commanded. PUNCH “Yes.” PUNCH “Yes!” PUNCH. “YES!” PUNCH PUNCH PUNCH. “Oh. I’m cumming! I’m CUUUUUUMMMMMMMING!” Aubrey twitched on the toilet as her whole body began to shake. Her eyes rolled over to the back of her head, and her clit throbbed in deep pleasure. Then, as her orgasm reached it’s peak, she slammed Colin with her hardest punch yet and knocked his nut out of the glory hole. She punched hard enough to push him back a few feet. Colin fell to the ground.

He wanted to cradle his balls, but there was no time. Aubrey had a big cum, but her refractory period would only last so long. He stuck the keys in the one pocket he had while naked (his mouth), forced himself onto all fours, and crawled to the door. It was a great effort for him to stretch his hand up to the door handle. Each moving ligament was like a fresh pulse of pain on his tender testicles. Nevertheless, he reached the handle. He pulled the door open slightly, then let himself drop back down. He kept his hand in the gap in the door and kept it open just a crack so he could look outside. His head was swimming but he needed to focus. ‘Any pain I’m feeling now will be a blessing if I keep my balls. Stay focused.’

He looked out the door and saw that things had progressed since he went in the bathroom. All of the men stood with their backs against the side wall. Their hands were tied behind their backs with the extension chords that were previously used to plug in their beehives. Angie, Darla, and Freya each stood in front of one of the five truckers, while Shelia crouched on the floor between the final two.

‘This must’ve been Angie’s idea,’ Colin thought. ‘With the waitresses all facing the side wall, none of them will see me sneak out of the bathroom… or the restaurant.’

“One. Two. Three,” Darla counted. And on three she, Angie, and Freya each let their shoes fly into the exposed balls of the trucker standing in front of them, while Sheila shot both fists up into the two scrotums in front of her. “One. Two. Three,” they did it again. “One. Two. Three,” they just kept hitting them. At first, Colin wondered how the truckers kept standing, but then he noticed their hands were tied to coat hooks on the walls behind them.

Colin crawled out of the bathroom and made his way towards the door. Only Angie noticed him. She stood closest to the bathroom of all the women, and she had been checking it periodically out of the corner of her eye. She gave Colin a questioning look, and Colin responded by briefly sticking the key out of his mouth, before putting it back in. Angie winked at him and turned her attention back to the waitresses. “All right girls, let’s really let them have it this time. You know what they say, if your eyes aren’t closed you’re not kicking as hard as you can.”

Colin crawled under tables and behind booths to keep out of sight. He couldn’t drown out the sounds of his fellow men suffering at the hands (and mostly feet) of these women. He felt especially bad for the one being kicked by Angie, not just because he knew how hard Angie can kick, but also because he felt guilty. All of their pain and suffering right now was because of Angie. It was all her idea. And worse, she had only concocted this idea to save Colin. All the pain they were feeling was directly because of him. ‘Better them than me,’ he tried to convince himself.

Colin made it to the entrance/exit of the restaurant. He forced himself to his feet, and immediately clutched his nads from the pain simply getting up had reignited in them. Maybe he had gotten it worse than these truckers after all. Just before he opened the door, he heard another door slam open behind him.

“WHERE ARE MY KEYS?” Aubrey yelled. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were dilated, her hair was a mess, and she had toilet paper sticking out of her leather pants. Colin jumped under the hostess podium to hide, and in doing so he jostled his nuts so bad he almost choked on the keys.

“What’s wrong?” Angie asked innocently, directing the officer’s attention towards her.

“My keys. They’re gone,” Aubrey looked under her table. “I don’t see them anywhere. Somebody must’ve stole them!” She stared daggers at Dale. “You think it’s funny to steal from an officer?”

“What?” Dale protested. “I didn’t-“

“Don’t lie to me,” Aubrey said, before emptying her entire spray can of ball mace onto Dale’s testicles.

“AAAHHHHH NO OH GOD!” Dale screamed. The ball mace stung his scrotum with the force of a hundred bee stings. His balls changed from their reddish color into a dark purple. Then the ball mace absorbed through his skin and into his nutsac. The mist floated around his insides and clung onto his testicles within the sack: that’s when the mace really began to take its toll. The mace burned his testicle flesh raw. You couldn’t see from the outside, but the entire first layer of nut skin peeled off from the acidic properties of the mace, leaving the sensitive layer of cells underneath exposed to the stinging air within the scrotum.

“Wait a minute,” Darla said. “We’ve been playing with Dale this whole time, and none of us saw him take the keys.”

“I’m not sure,” Angie said, “But I thought I saw him reaching for her at one point when she was stomping on him. Maybe he took her keys when none of us were looking.”

“Maybe,” Darla eyed Angie.

“Well if nobody knows where my keys are, I’m just going to have to beat every ball in this restaurant until they show up. Starting with yours,” Aubrey said to Dale.

“Wait this isn’t fair. I want my day in court!”

Aubrey laughed, took out her police baton, and hit both of Dale’s balls with all of her force. “Your day in court? What do you think you are, a woman?”

“He will be when you’re done with him,” Freya taunted.

“This is the fempire. I’m your judge” WHAM! “Jury,” WHAM! “And if that key doesn’t show up in the next ten minutes, I’ll be your ball’s executioner,” WHAM! Dale's balls were already stinging from the ball mace, and each whack of the baton further aggravated his already stinging testicles. Aubrey turned to the other girls in the restaurant. “Help me interrogate this trash.”

“What about the other guys?” Darla asked.

“Just twist the heads of their beehives. Let them stew in that pain while we handle the prime suspect.”

“Whatever you say, officer,” Freya smiled, before twisting her trucker’s beehive and leaving him screaming against the wall. Shelia did the same with her two truckers, but not before giving them each one last punch. Aubrey, Freya, and Shelia were so engrossed in Dale’s torture, and the other truckers were so overwhelmed with their own torture, that none of them noticed the exit door open and close.

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It felt good to walk like a human again instead of a dog, even if Colin’s balls still hurt. He walked across the parking lot to the one motorcycle, knowing it had to be Aubrey’s. Colin had never driven a motorcycle before, but how hard could it be? He stuck the key into the ignition, hoping it wouldn’t make a loud noise and alert Aubrey that he in fact had her keys.

Fortunately for Colin, the motorcycle made hardly a sound; this was one of the benefits of the fuel efficient green motorcycles produced in the fempire. Fempire motorcycles did not need to be loud because women had nothing to compensate for. Unfortunately for Colin, the motorcycle did not start. Instead a metal claw extended from a compartment in the motorcycle, found Colin’s testicles and began crushing them in its grip. Colin cried out in panic, and tried to peel the claws three pinchers away from his balls to no avail. The more he pried the more the claws dug in and twisted his nut meat. The screen on the motorcycle flashed red and read ‘INCOMPATIBLE GENITALS.’

“What’s going on?” Colin bristled at the sound of a female voice behind him, but relaxed when he recognized the voice as Angie’s. Or he tried to relax: the metal claw made true relaxation impossible.

“The cycle,” Colin exhaled. “It could tell I was a man.”

Angie came closer, having snuck out of the restaurant when the coast seemed clear. “Oh my,” Angie said. Then she got behind Colin and attempted to pull him out of the claw.

Colin screamed as the claw tugged his nuts one way, and Angie tugged him another. “Stop! Stop! You’re gonna rip my nuts off!”

“You’ll never get him out that way.” Colin and Angie turned to see Darla standing against the restaurant wall, blowing her blue streak of hair out of her eyes.

“This isn’t what it looks like,” Angie said.

“Oh, so didn’t harass my customers and stir up my coworkers so you could steal the cop’s motorcycle?” Angie said nothing. “Fempire vehicles have sensors that can tell if a man is using them. When your boy toy turned the key he activated the security system, but you knew that already, didn’t ya?” She crooked an eyebrow.

“W-w-why didn’t it sound an alARM?” Colin asked.

“No alarms,” Darla answered. “The cop won’t know about this until she comes out and sees. They’re designed that way to prolong your punishment.”

“What would’ve happened if I had turned the key?” Angie asked.

“Nothing. Maybe a fine.”

“Would the engine have started?”

“No, even a woman can’t start a cop cycle without a badge… but a man can.”

“Explain,” Angie said, turning her back on her struggling fiancé.

“See that hole?” Darla pointed below the key ignition. “That’s sort of a second key hole. If you stick the secondary key in there it will start the engine.”

“What’s the secondary key?” Angie asked.

“What indeed?” Darla mocked.

Even in his haze of pain, Colin figured it out before Angie. “You don’t mean-?”

“Exactly. A beehive can do so many things. If you stick yours into that hole and twist it will turn on the engine.”

“Won’t it hurt?” Colin asked with tears in his eyes.

“Yes and no. Once you start it up that claw will retract. It will assume you’re on the motorcycle because the cop put you there. But while you’re driving the engine will… rumble.”

“Oh,” Colin sweat.

“That doesn’t sound so bad,” Angie said.

“Not for a woman,” Darla said. “In fact for you it should feel pretty nice. There’s a reason most officers ride motorcycles after all: they’re basically big vibrators. But for a guy who hasn’t cum in… how long was it again?”

“A year,” Colin trembled.

“Ouch,” Darla deadpanned. “For you it’ll be a bumpy ride.”

“How do you know all this?” Angie asked.

“Most of our customers are felons,” Darla shrugged.

“And why are you helping us?”

“Fuck the police. That’s why. They’re bad for business. After today it’ll be weeks before any of these guys stop here again.”

“B-b-b-but you bust all your customers ANYWAY!” Colin said.

“Well ya, they’re men. At least we give them a discount for it. So what are you two gonna do? Officer big boots over there won’t be distracted forever.”

Angie looked at Colin trembling in the motorcycle’s grasp. It really looked like it hurt bad. Angie thought about everything Colin had already done today. She had to admit that he stepped up. She was honestly expecting Colin to get caught when he snuck into the bathroom. She thought for sure she was sending him to lose his cock and balls to officer Aubrey. And she felt guilty knowing that there was a part of her that thought it would serve him right for being so unhelpful throughout all of this. But he made it out with his nuts and with the key. It honestly made her wet thinking about how competent he just was. She wanted to get to the Stinger Academy as quickly as possible, get Colin out of his beehive, and reward him for his bravery. Not to mention get her own reward from him. But was she willing to put Colin’s dick through this much strain to do so? It’d be at least a four hour ride to the academy, and that was without traffic. Colin had already suffered so much for her. He deserved a break. Maybe they could find a blacksmith to cut the claw off of Colin’s balls and-

“It’s ok,” Colin said. “Let’s do it.”

Angie was shocked. “Really?”

“Yes,” Colin answered her, “I need to cum so bad. If we can get this beehive off tonig-“

Angie grabbed Colin by the penis and stuck his beehive into the secondary ignition. “You don’t need to tell me twice.”

The engine roared. The claw let go of Colin’s balls and retracted back into the cycle. Colin had no time to enjoy the relief, however. His pain was immediately replaced by an intense need to cum. He felt himself being brought closer and closer to the edge already. His need mingled with the pain from the claw and magnified his discomfort.

“How does it feel, Colin?” Angie asked.

“Ha it tingles. It feels so good. TOO GOOD. IT’S BRINGING ME TO THE EDGE!” Colin screamed before the beehive’s orgasm denial feature kicked in: shocking his balls until he was no longer on edge. The engine kept humming on his sensitive cock head all the while.

"Ya,” Darla laughed. “It’ll do that. Good luck you two. Oh and, your tits are still out.”

“Whoopsie,” she said with a ditzy shriek. She took the scarf she had wrapped around her head and wrapped it tight around her tits. Her hair fell down in bouncy brown curls. “There.”

Colin looked at his fiancé and drooled. Her tits were covered, but they were also squished tightly together, displaying cleavage both from the top and the bottom. Angie got on the cycle behind Colin. He felt her warm boobs hugging against his back. “I can’t reach the handlebars past your body,” Angie said, instead putting her hands in Colin’s lap to stay on the chopper. In the process, she put her hands dangerous close to Colin’s already throbbing penis. “You’re going to have to drive.”

“I changed my mind,” Colin said. “I can’t focus on driving while this thing works me penis… oh god I’m getting close again.”

“Oh come on, Colin,” Angie said to Colin. Colin noticed this wasn’t the usual annoyed tone she had when giving Colin an order. Her voice was playful, excited. “I’ve never been more attracted to you,” she licked his ear.

Colin sighed. ‘Eyes on the prize,’ he told himself. ‘And the road.’ Colin revved up the motorcycle, sending another wave of taunting pleasure into his own penis. He could still hear the truckers screaming inside, but he tried to ignore them. He peeled out of the parking lot and the beehive gave his crotch another shock.