40 Years Old 3 - Time for a Break

https://www.reddit.com/u/SadFee9231/s/A34Dosq8dL
(Pt 2)

Ryan woke up with a start. His wrists hurt, his neck was sore and he couldn’t move. He looked about wildly, no idea where he was. He saw whips, paddles and various other objects hanging from the red walls. ‘Fuck’ he thought to himself ‘Dominque’s place, she must have done a number on me’ he tried to call out to her, but found he was gagged; it tasted horrible. The foulness triggered more memories. The big woman, Sarah, she’d done terrible things to him. He remembered her beating his balls, and choking him. Shit, that must have been what happened. He listened, and could hear grunting coming from behind him. Ryan went very still, trying not to draw anyone’s attention. He closed his eyes, deciding the safest course of action was to play dead.

The grunting paused, and he heard the sound of someone getting to their feet. With absolutely no warning, a foot smashed up between his legs, the feminine shin catching his testicles in a brutal shot. He wailed in pain, unable to hold it back. His vision swam for a moment, then there were footsteps coming around. He was staring at the floor, and saw a pair of long muscular legs stroll into his field of vision. His gaze followed the shapely calves, up to titanic quads, then a pair of bright pink Woxers, form fit to a canyoned six pack. Drifting further he saw a matching pink sports bra that barely contained her breasts, traps and pecs, and into the hard face of Sarah. Her dirty blonde hair framed her smiling eyes that looked down from several inches over him; every part of her screamed violence, except for eyes, which were mischievous. “Too hot for the Gi.” She said to him in conversational tones. “Hope Dominique doesn’t mind.”

All six feet plus of Amazonian power looked Ryan up and down, and proceeded to crack her knuckles. She rolled her shoulders, her neck popping in concert to the movement of her muscles rippling. Ryan quailed in fear. The raw strength of the woman in front of him was bladder emptying. With that thought, he realized in a flash that he wasn’t wearing underwear any longer. He was naked from the waist down, and he was pretty sure that hadn't been the case before he passed out. He squirmed his hips, trying to hide his privates from her, but his legs were stuck fast to the St. Andrew’s cross, forcing him into an open X position that he couldn’t budge from. Sarah laughed at his embarrassment.

“Dude, you already pissed yourself.” She flashed an evil smile at him. “Can’t get much more shame than that.” Sarah slammed an open palm between his legs, grabbing his exposed nuts. “I had to clean it up though, and that just sucked.” She began to violently crush his swollen balls. “Ring any bells, bitch?”

To Ryan’s surprise, it did. Fuck me, it did, she’d nearly ripped them off before. He nodded frantically at her. Sarah let go after giving him a wrenching yank that nearly pulled his ball sack off. He panted, the pain was omnidirectional at this point. He hurt all the way from his neck to the tips of his toes.

Sarah turned away from him, heading over to the wall of toys. “Honestly kid, you aren’t doing too bad. I haven’t seen you puke much, so I’m pretty sure nothing is broken. That’s a mark in your favor.” She selected something off the wall, palmed it and started heading back. “And I haven’t heard a word of complaint; most guys would be begging me to stop, pleading probably, but you just keep quiet.” She stroked the gag with one finger. “It’s the mark of a real man to just keep on taking this in silence.” Her hand found its way back down to his groin. “I guess that means I need to up my game a bit. Clearly, I’m not doing enough damage.”

Ryan shook his head violently at this, and screamed out a muffled cry of denial. Sarah started to pull his balls out again, but instead of squeezing, she wrapped a narrow rope around the base of his sack, isolating the testicles, and started several loops around, forcing his nuts to the bottom of the scrotum, and trying it off with a bow knot. Ryan broke out in a cold sweat, he had never felt so vulnerable before. His baby makers were painfully tight and a gift wrapped present for this monster of a woman.

Sarah gave his balls a light slap, and the boy bucked in agony. They had already been red from the beating she had delivered, but now they were moving closer to purple. “Yeah, I thought they might have been escaping the worst of my strikes before, you’ve got a big pouch, and they were just pinballing around.” She added another rope around the base of his shaft and scrotum, forcing him erect and causing the knotted balls forward and further away from the body. “Those little grapes aren’t going anywhere now” Sarah tied off the second knot and gave him an inspection. “World’s smallest speedbag, but it’ll do.” She gave him a light pat, causing them to bounce, but they couldn’t go far. Lining up on him, she drew one foot back for a kick. “Any last requests?” Ryan tried to speak, but even as the grunts came out, she was already in motion. Sarah’s powerful leg, backed by decades of training, fired into him like a cannon. This time, it was the top of her foot that collided with his trapped and exposed nads. It impacted on the tip of his balls, carrying them upwards, as her toes caught his penis, and then up towards his face. Both shaft and sack smacked into his abs, then ricocheted off. She’d basically bitch slapped him with her feet. The motion of his balls sent waves of nausea roiling through him. He was so dizzy that he couldn’t get his vision to focus; so Ryan never even saw the mule kick that followed. Sarah’s huge callused heel smashed into his trapped nuts with a straight forward thrusting blow and drove them back between his legs. She’d hit him with not only the power of her legs, but also hips, massive glutes and core strength, the kind of shot that breaks cinder blocks, probably several stacked together. Ryan felt the knots strain from the impact, something deep inside him cracked, and his world went blank as the pain exploded outwards from his shattered manhood.

—

He awoke, looking up at the ceiling.’WTF’ His head was spinning, his balls were pure fire, and he had no idea what was going on. He was still tied spread-eagle, but the cross had been tilted beyond the horizontal. His head was lower than his feet, and this wasn’t helping the queasy feelings spewing out from his groin and stomach. Suddenly, Sarah was towering over him; she had taken a position with her legs on either side of his head. “Ah, the human punching bag is awake.” She gave him a quick jab in the gut, causing his insides to roil. Ryan definitely tasted bile in his nose and mouth. He spat out the taste and found to his pleasant surprise, the gag had been removed.

“You made a hell of a mess; again.” Sarah said as she dodged the spit and started moving around the cross. “I had no idea how nasty it gets when someone vomits into a ball gag. Crap was coming out of your nose, and you were shaking so bad, it just spewed everywhere.” She maneuvered around until she was between his spread legs. “Had to hose you down a bit, toss the shirt and clean up more. I can’t have Dominique mad at me for messing up her little play house.” She lifted one long leg up into the air, settling her bare heel lightly on his swollen ball sack; it was bigger than her foot now. Ryan looked way up at her (his head was level with her knees) and realized that he was missing a shirt, in fact he was now totally naked, barring the pair of ropes knotted around his bruised manhood. He was also wet and cold, except for the fire in his groin.

“Will…” Ryan’s voice was agony, his throat was so raw. “...is Dominique back?” His eyes were pleading, as was the tone of his request. “I’m ready to submit to whatever she wants from me.”

Sarah began pulling on a pair of fingerless gloves, while leaning forward on her heel, putting more of her body weight onto his trapped nuts. “Not yet, though I’m expecting it will be anytime now.” She ground him underfoot for a moment, then stepped back, assuming a boxer’s stance, slamming the knuckles of her gloves together.”So, I need to get in as many speed drills as I can before that happens.” She went up on the balls of her feet, turned slightly, with her left side a bit closer than the right, and started peppering his sack with jabs. Quick, fast strikes, but with enough force to break a man’s nose.

Ryan started howling in protest and pain. She’d done something terrible to his balls, they didn’t feel right, and these jabs felt like red hot iron spikes being driven into his testicles. The rope was incredibly tight on him as well. “Oh, yeah, the gag.” Sarah said conversationally. She didn’t let up on the jabs. “You go ahead and scream this time. If you upchuck again, I don’t want to have to stop and save your life or some shit.” She suddenly pivoted on the balls of her feet and pistoned in a right cross, deforming the melon sized scrotum with the force of it. Ryan obliged her and screamed in earnest. Nothing in his life had ever prepared him for pain at this level.

Sarah gave him another volley of jab, jab, jab, CROSS, then jab, jab, cross, jab, CROSS!!, with the final blow caving in the cantaloupe, before it bounced back and started swelling even more. She paused, realizing that Ryan had passed out again, and vomited onto the floor. “Well, your nuts aren’t getting away from me any more.” She found the knots that were digging into his flesh, leaving tiny beads of blood everywhere, and yanked out the bow knot on one, then the other. Both ropes came away bloody as she unwound them from his pulverized manhood. He had massive rope burns all-around the base of his shaft.

Sarah paused and thought about her next move. She'd done worse to other people's nuts before. The kid was probably sporting a partial rupture, which would explain all the swelling, but no bloody semen or anything like she saw when a nut was pulverized in her fury. Dominique had asked for real damage, but this was probably good enough for now. He was going to spend the night in the ER for sure afterwards, but not the ICU. He was kinda fun too, durable enough to take a beating, but really feels the pain in a way that most of her submissive clients didn't. If he survived Dominique… well maybe she could look him up once he'd healed.

She walked to the large door and slid it aside. Dominique was sitting on the couch, massive strap on locked and loaded. She arched an eyebrow at Sarah. “I've been waiting to ‘save’ Ryan for half an hour now.” Sarah smiled at her. “He needed a bit of tenderizing and self reflection. You're going to love what I did to his balls, they are so pretty now, and I made them bigger, just for you.”