Fempire Part Two: Chapter 20: House Broken

“Bobby, off the grass,” the gothic woman said to her man, as she yanked him off the grass by her collar with her red manicured nails. “Honestly, if this is how you’re going to act I’m going to have to put your other collar back on.”

“Please Sharon,” Bobby said from the ground, momentarily distracted by his peak under her dress, “not the other collar. I’ll do anything- GULP”

He was interrupted as the woman in a gothic red dress, Sharon apparently, yanked him again. “Men,” she said, rolling her eyes at Angie. “Honestly, sometimes I don’t know why we even bother with them. Just a bunch of hairy stinky dogs with a penis where their brain should be. Every last one of them.” Sharon had led them to a park where many women were walking their men on a leash. Some of the men were naked, some fully clothed. Some were walking on two legs, some on four. Some of the men had collars around their necks, but Colin and Angie’s eyes were both fixated on the men whose collars were attached… lower.

One man in particular was on all fours, completely naked, and hairy as any man they had ever seen. His whole body was covered in thick dark hair, and his face was obscured by both an unshaven beard, and black hair that was even longer than Angie’s. He was being walked by a young lady who couldn’t have been more than 5 feet tall. Her blonde hair was in pigtails, and her shirt pink dress billowed in the breeze as she skipped. She looked like the sweetest most innocent young lady you ever did see, even as she casually yanked her man so hard but his balls it looked like she was going to pull them off. “Lalala,” she sung absentmindedly, skipping from one flower bush to another, taking in the beautiful scents, completely oblivious to the way she tugged at her man’s balls with each skip. After one particularly long stride, the man howled so loudly it genuinely sounded like a chihuahua yowling in high pitched pain. Colin thought he was going to be sick. Angie bit her lip to sniffle a giggle. She felt bad for the man, but come on, some things are just funny.

“Oh they’re not all bad,” Angie said.

“Trust me, girl,” Sharon said, lowering her sunglasses, “they are. They act sweet and innocent so you don’t go too hard on their danglers, but the moment you cut them some slack they go hounding around for other ladies. That’s why they belong on a leash. And god forbid you find one you actually want to fuck he goes and falls in love with someone else. What am I not good enough?” Sharon shook with anger.

“Are you ok?” Angie asked.

“Fine,” Sharon said, “launching her foot into Bobby’s nutsack and then reclaiming her composure as she watched him roll on the ground. “Bobby’s a good boy. See how he rolls over for me. He wouldn’t be that way without a leash though,” she eyed Colin, noticing him look away the second she turned towards him. She smirked, “someone’s shy.”

“He’s just being polite,” Angie said. “He knows he’s not supposed to ogle anyone but me. Otherwise there will be consequences,” Angie winked, trying to convey some callousness to this woman who was clearly more of a misandrist than Angie was.

“Oh really?” Sharon’s smile grew wider and she walked up so close to Colin that her breasts pushed up against his chest. “Is someone not allowed to look at me or he’ll get in twouble?” She cooed with a baby voice. “What’s the matter boy? Am I not attractive enough for you?”

Colin looked to Angie who looked at him and in a low friendly voice said, “don’t be rude.”

“I wouldn’t know. I only have eyes for Angie.”

Sharon flicked his left testicle, “so you’re saying I’m not as pretty as her?”

“I-“ Colin looked to Angie again.

“Answer the question, sweetie,” Angie said.

“I’m sure you’re very pretty, ma’am,” Colin looked for a reaction from Angie but she had an excellent poker face. “But there is no one prettier than my lovely fiancé.”

“My my, he is well trained, even without a leash.” Colin sighed in relief. “Still, I’m the prettiest woman in the world, and if you cant see that, well,” she kneed Colin in the balls, he never saw it coming under her huge tits. “Then maybe you need to look at me from a different angle.”

Colin sank head first into her tits, reeling from the knee. “Colin!”

“It wasn’t my fault,” Colin said, his words muffled between Sharon’s boobs. “My eyes are closed. I’m not looking, I swear.”

“If your fiancé doesn’t like you having this view, let me give you a different one,” she grabbed Colin’s shoulders, and kneed him again, pushing him to the ground. She then stepped over him so his head was directly below her dress. “See? Men are dogs, I don’t understand why you even want to marry him.”

“Well, you know,” Angie explained. “Love, companionship.”

“You can get those things with a leash, sweetie. Marriage is so… old fashioned.”

“I’m an old fashioned gal,” Angie shrugged. “I wish you hadn’t kneed him though. I may need his penis one day. In fact, I’ve been craving it pretty bad.”

“I’m just doing what his shirt says, darling.”

“Maybe the second time,” Angie responded, “but that first knee was because he wasn’t checking you out, and that’s what I want from him.”

“A leash will help you control those behaviors far more than a marriage license. Here see for yourself,” she held Bobby’s leash out. “You walk Bobby,” Angie took the leash. “And I’ll walk Colin.”

“What?” Colin asked, before feeling Sharon reach between his legs from behind and pull him up by his balls.

“Hey, I didn’t give you permission to do that!” Angie protested.

“You two aren’t married,” Sharon reminded Angie, “and even if you were, I’ve always had a thing for taken men. I’ll be nice, I’ll let him walk on two legs instead of four,” she pulled Colin up by his balls, forcing him to put his legs in the air. Sharon kept pulling until Colin had to hold his whole body weight up by his hands. Then she started walking, forcing Colin to follow with a hand walk, clumsily trying not to fall. “Well come on,” she said back to Angie, “unless you want to make this trade permanent. One man is as good as another.”

“Colin, hold on! I’m coming,” Angie said. She followed and stopped when the leash she was holding lost all its slack. She turned around to see Bobby still rolling on the ground. “Get up right now or I will punt your balls so hard that they come out of your mouth.” Angie tapped her foot impatiently as Bobby tried to stand. “You know what? Colin doesn’t have time to wait for you to recover.” Angie let go of Bobby’s collar and grabbed him by his balls. She pulled up until he was walking on his gloved hands like Colin, and took off running. “Sharon wait up!”

“Aggg! OOF! Ma’am!” Bobby screamed in short sharp yips as he hand ran to keep up with Angie. When she finally stopped in front of Sharon, Bobby made little whimpering noises like a dog. He was trained to do that whenever he needed something from Sharon, because she loved hearing male whimpers far more than male words. It was degrading but it saved him a lot of extra pain. At least he thought it did, it was hard to tell given she busted him so much anyway, but it got him in the neck collar so it must be working a little. He lifted his head enough to see Colin struggling in Sharon’s grasp. “Just do what she says and it won’t be so bad,” he whispered.

“What if she wants me to do something Angie doesn’t want me to do?” Colin asked.

“Well,” Bobby winced, his palms almost gave out for a second and he felt his balls pulled by Angie’s unwavering grip, “you’ll just have to decide who you’re more afraid of.”

“I don’t fear Angie,” Colin responded, “I love her.”

“Do you love her more than you fear Sharon?”

“I love her more than anyTHING,” Colin yipped as Sharon slapped his balls with the open palm of her free left hand.

“What are you boys whispering about?” Sharon asked.

“How beautiful you both are,” Bobby butted in.

“How sweet,” Sharon said, “but don’t keep that a secret. Say it so everyone can hear,” Sharon pinched Colin’s right nut tight in between two fingers in her right hand. This both hurt way more and forced Colin to use even more of his strength to keep from falling over.

“YOU’RE BOTH SO BEAUTIFUL!” Colin yelped, causing some nearby girls to giggle.

“Do you need to be so rough on him?” Angie asked, not noticing her own fist clenching in apprehension of her fiancé’s impending nut buttering.

“Darling,” Sharon said with a hint of condescension, “you need to stop being so concerned about what you need to do to your man, and start thinking about what is going to get him to be the best man he can be. I don’t need to be stabbing his nut with my nails over and over like I’m doing right now,” Angie cringed as she noticed Sharon switch her fingers every few seconds to reignite a new sharp hell inside Colin’s nut, “but if I don’t then would he really stay so well behaved? Or would he get another unwanted erection?”

Angie did not want to admit that Sharon had a point. “I don’t know,” she looked away, “maybe he’d behave if you gave him a chance.”

“Very well,” Sharon said, adjusting her grip so Colin’s balls were sticking out the top of her fist. “Then let’s give him a chance. Colin, I am going to keep holding your balls up like this with my right hand, and I’m going to start doing this with my left.” With her index finger she dragged her nail slowly and sensually along his cock belly. “Angie here doesn’t want you getting erections from anyone but her, so if you can last the next minute without getting a hard on, I’ll give you back to her. If you can’t, I’m taking you home as my newest pet. And I’ll go back to walking with the pinch grip.”

“You can’t do that!” Angie protested, “he’s my man goddess dammit!” Angie slammed her fists together angrily, with Bobby’s balls between them. He howled and collapsed his arms and head to the ground, but Angie kept her grip on his nuts, stretching them towards their limit.

“He’s not your man, sweetie. Not until the paperwork is signed and the marriage is consummated. Trust me on this one, I’m a lawyer. And possession is nine tenths of the law. Mostly about who owns a man’s balls.”

“Then go possess someone else’s balls,” Angie spat. “I came to you for advice and now your using Colin’s balls like a- did you say you’re a lawyer?”

“Best in the Fempire,” Sharon said as she completed an upstroke on Colin’s underside. It was not enough to get him hard but it was more than enough to make it twitch.

Angie leered at Sharons teasing finger for a second, contemplating what she would say next, and instead of getting angry she took a deep breath and asked “how much do you know about the Yellow Jackets?”

“The secret police?” Sharon asked as she tickled the head of Colin’s cock enough to make him thrust his pelvis up and down in her grip. “That depends, what do you want to know?”

“How would one go about hiring one of them for freelance work?”

“Freelance work?” Sharon spat on Colin’s dick and continued to rub it. It was still not hard, but it was beginning to get firmer in her grasp. “You mean as a private contractor?”

“Ma’am,’ Bobby mumbled, “please. My balls.”

“Hush, boy,” Angie said with a quick slap to both of his testicles, “women are talking,” Angie could tell Sharon approved of her treatment of the man. “Yes, a private contractor. If I wanted to sick a Yellow Jacket on someone, not because they broke the law or anything, but because I had my own personal reasons, or just felt like making someone squirm,” she clamped down on Bobby’s balls when she said ‘squirm.’ Hard enough to get him to wail. The wind from his trembling sounds felt good as they went up her dress, but that was just a side perk to a move that was meant to get this clearly misandrist lawyer on her side.

“That’s quite the question,” Sharon said. “I can’t just answer it pro-bono. You’ll have to pay me first. Make me officially your lawyer.”

“I’m a little short on cash right now,” Angie admitted, “but I’d be happy to pay you top dollar as soon as I-“

“I don’t want your money,” Sharon grinned. “You can pay me in other ways.”

“What other ways?” Angie asked cautiously.

“I want to tease your man,” Sharon said with wicked eyes. “I mean really tease him. In ways that require both hands, and a mouth. So if you’ll be a dear and hold him up for me while I suck his balls, I’ll tell you everything you want to know.”

Angie locked eyes with the goth lawyer. This was a clear power play. Angie detested letting another woman toy with her man, especially if that meant letting her suck on his pleasure zone. Angie had just spent a full day recovering from the emotional pain of seeing another woman suck on Colin’s cock. It made her so mad that she was almost willing to let him be castrated just to make it stop. But she needed answers, and ultimately decided it was better let one woman play with Colin now if it would help them keep the government from playing with him in the future. “Fine,” she said, “but only his balls. I don’t want you sucking his cock.”

“That’s a reasonable request, dear,” Sharon laughed, “I don’t want to feel his spunk gush down my throat anyway.”

Angie let go of Bobby’s balls. “What about him?”

Bobby collapsed to the ground and rolled on the floor, clutching his balls. “Oh don’t worry about him,” Sharon said, before kicking his hands away and putting her black stiletto clad foot on top of his nuts and pressing down, trapping him against the floor. He jolted up and clutched his master’s leg. Anyone who didn’t know any better would’ve mistaken his spasms for humping her leg.

“I guess just commanding him to stay wouldn’t suffice,” Angie chuckled. She took one of Colin’s ankles in each hand.

“No, no dear,” Sharon shook her head, “not by his legs.”

After another long pause Angie looked down to Colin’s head and said “sorry, Colin. Time for you to take one for the team.” Colin gulped as Angie gripped him by the neck of his scrotum. “And remember Colin, no getting hard.”

“B-b-b-but Angie,” Colin stammered in pain, “you said I just couldn’t stare at her tits.”

“Well you can’t stare at them from there, silly,” Angie said as if she was talking to a child. “Plus you already got a face full of her boobs. I think I’m being pretty fair changing the rules instead of slapping a leash on you right now. Don’t you?”

“I guess,” Colin relented. “But it’s been so long since I’ve cum, baby. I’m hard all the time. How am I supposed to keep from getting hard while I have two women fondling my cock and balls? Especially when one of those women is you?”

“You have a point,” Angie relented. “Ok here’s what were gonna do, I’m gonna have a grown up talk with the lawyer, and you do your best not to let her turn you on. Then, when we’re done, I’ll decide if I think you did a good enough job.”

“But how will I know if you’re being fair?” Colin asked.

“You’re just going to have to trust me.” Angie smiled.

“Ok,” Colin agreed.

“Good boy,” Angie said, turning her gaze to Sharon. “Now talk.”

“MMMMM,” Sharon hummed. Colin’s head twitched as Sharon dragged her tongue across his scrotum. “I love the taste of a freshly busted sack.” She punched Colin’s balls so hard they squished out either side between her fist and Angie’s fist. “Tastes like fear. Tell me, how long has it been since his last orgasm?”

Colin answered for her. “One year. Two days. Three hours. Eleven minutes.”

“Ouch.,” Sharon said with mock sympathy. “Then this should be really difficult for you. Still, I know someone who gone four times as long,” she chuckled wistfully.

Angie’s nostrils flared, but she maintained her grip to keep Colin from falling. She needed this information. “That’s not what I want you to talk about.”

“I know, I know,” Sharon said glibly. “Just let me get in position.” She wrapped both hands around Colin’s cock. He didn’t have the biggest cock in the Fempire, but he didn’t have the smallest either, and Sharon did have some pretty small hands. She put her left handoff the base of his penis and her right hand just below the tip. “How does that feel?” She asked Colin, giving his cock a little twist.

“I- I don’t know what to say, ma’am,” Colin said looking to Angie for a cue. She gave him none, not knowing herself what she expected from him.

“Don’t say anything,” Sharon answered as she began stroking her way up and down his shaft. “Just enjoy.”

“But not too much,” Angie added.

“So to answer your question,” Sharon said between licks, “there’s really no need to hire a Yellow Jacket to do your bidding. Cops here in the Fempire will look the other way about almost anything a woman does to a man. Men don’t have the same rights as women you see, so you can do whatever you want to them.” Sharon stomped down on Bobby’s balls as if to prove her point.

“But there are some things cops can do that regular citizens cant,” Angie pointed out. “For example, I can’t strap a beehive on someone can I?”

“No,” Sharon agreed, “for that you would need approval from a cop. Beehive’s are tools of the state, not just freely given to any woman. If they were there would be no more babies,” Sharon laughed. “So I suppose in those rare circumstances you would need a cop, but even then a Yellow Jacket wouldn’t be necessary,” Sharon frowned and looked down at Colin, “what’s wrong with you, boy. I’m giving you some of my best licking and you’re still a wet noodle. I’m starting to feel insulted,” she slapped his nuts a few times for emphasis.

What Sharon was saying was in line with what Angie had always grown up believing but it did not really make sense given what had been happening to her in the last few days. If this was true then why would someone go through the trouble of hiring a Yellow Jacket. Unless… “does that apply to all men in the Empire, or are there exceptions?”

“Oh there are always exceptions,” Sharon said, stroking Colins cock vigorously with her right hand and idly flicking his balls one after the other with her left. “And it’s a good lawyer’s job to find and exploit those exceptions.”

“Can you tell me what those exceptions are?”

“Well,” Sharon pinched Colin’s right ball as she thought. Colin tugged on the hem of Angie’s dress, as if begging her to do something, but Angie pretended not to notice: to her getting this information would do more to protect Colin’s balls than helping him avoid pain now. “The obvious exception is if a boy is well connected. Most men of the Fempire grow up in orphanages, as you probably know, but there are some lucky boys whose parents decided they were happy to raise a son. Those boys usually have a mom who is willing to protect them legally until they are eighteen. After that they are on their own until they get married. But even so, if a woman is rich enough she can usually protect her son even as an adult… if she wants to that is. A regular officer can’t help you get around a mother’s protection of her adult son, but a Yellow Jacket can. Then of course there’s marriage, and not even a Yellow Jacket can get past a woman’s guardian protections of her husband. Not unless they have irrefutable evidence that the man broke the law. The only way a woman could target a man like that would be if-“

“If they kept the marriage from being consummated to begin with,” Angie finished.

“Very good,” Sharon smiled, humming onto Colin’s dick and making him tremble. “She could also find a way to revoke an existing marriage license, but that is much more difficult once a marriage is consummated.”

“And a regular cop couldn’t deny a woman her marriage license?”

“Not unless she or her husband-to-be was a criminal. Otherwise only a Yellow Jacket could do such a thing.”

“I see,” Angie said. As she thought about the implications of this revelation she was distracted by Bobby’s moaning. “Will you shut up!” She punted his nuts from under Sharon’s foot, “I’m trying to think.” Sharon laughed and let Bobby writhe around clutching himself. Eventually, Angie spoke again, “so how would one go about hiring a Yellow Jacket to take protections away from a guarded man? It can’t be an easy thing to do.”

“Not easy in the slightest,” Sharon said, obviously frustrated that her vigorous rubbing had not gotten Colin’s cock hard yet. “It requires two things: money and connections. The law of the Empire is sacrosanct, at least it is supposed to be. In order to get the law to work around it you need to be able to give the agency a lot of money, few can afford such a thing. And even most who can are not nearly well connected enough to know who to call. That takes a special level of power.”

“Who would have that level of power?” Angie asked, practically drooling.

“That is outside my purview as a lawyer. And even if it wasn’t, I wouldn’t be able to tell you. Attorney-client privilege goes both ways.”

“Goes both ways?” Angie thought, “does that mean-“

“It’s been ten minutes, that’s as much time as I’m willing to give to play with this wimp who won’t get hard. Seriously boy, did you forget how to get hard in that one year, two days, three hours, and eleven minutes without cumming? This is pathetic.”

Angie looked down and was amazed to see that Colin still wasn’t hard. She suppressed a smirk and addressed Sharon again. “But I have more questions.”

“Here’s my card, I’d be happy to answer more questions another time if you need.”

“Angie read the card, “this is the card for a night club.”

“Multiple sources of income dear.” She looked down to Colin, “as for you, you useless wet noodle, if you ever figure out how to make your dick work for a real woman you know where to find me,” she let go of Colin’s limp dick and smashed his balls flat against Angie’s hand using both hands in a double fisted punch. This caused Angie to let go, and drop Colin to the ground. His face was redder than she’d ever seen it. “Come on Bobby,” the angry lawyer said with a kick before picking up his collar, “momma has work to do.” She dragged the poor man by his collar, not giving his a chance to recover from the kicks he’d received.

“Angie,” Colin wheezed, “I think you stretched my nut chords a full inch.”

Angie pulled Colin up and hugged his face deep inside her chest. “Oh Colin I’m so proud of you! That woman was giving you better wristwork than I can give and you still didn’t get hard. You must really love me.”

“What can I say,” Colin said timidly, “you’re my world.” Angie gushed at that. In actuality, Colin’s ability to stay placid came not from his devotion but from his position. Since Angie was holding him upside down, all of the blood had rushed to his still red head. Because of that, there was not enough blood circulating through his body to engorge his penis, no matter how well Sharon twisted his shaft, and Colin knew it, but he wasn’t about to tell Angie. “Does this mean I passed the test?”

“With flying colors,” Angie said. “I’m going to fuck you so hard and make sure you have the best cum of your life,” Colin allowed himself to smile, “after we get our marriage license sorted out of course,”

Colin lost his smile, “of course.”

“That lawyer was very helpful,” Angie said, “but she knows more than she was letting on. I think she knows who bought Hornyt. Or at least she knows who has the resources to do such a thing. She probably has a client list somewhere in that night club of hers, so tonight we’re going to go there and get that information.”

“Ok honey,” Colin agreed. “I’m just glad I don’t have to wear a leash.”

Angie looked at the card Sharon gave her and frowned. “Actually honey… I’m sorry, but look at this,” she showed Colin the card, his stomach dropped when he read the words “Men must be leashed at all times.”

“But, but, but I was good,” Colin pleaded.

“You were great dear. This isn’t about punishing you, it’s about doing what we have to so we can be together. And you still want to be with me don’t you?”

Colin sighed, “more than anything dear,” he said without inflection.

Angie clapped and jumped up and down, “oh yay, we’ll get this sorted out soon, I just know it. Now come,” she took his hand in hers, “let’s find a place to pick our disguises for tonight.”