40 Years Old and still an idiot
Ryan sent out the text to Dominique, quivering with excitement. “So… I turn 40 this weekend. I was hoping we could do something a little special for my birthday?” He paced the room, thinking about the possibilities. Dominique is a dominatrix that he has seen on and off for a few years. She is curvy, creative and has a real mean streak that both thrills and frightens him.
“Special for the birthday boy?” The text pings back. “How about this?” She shoots him a photo of a shockingly large and thick studded metal dildo fixed to a strap on harness. Ryan gulps and his buttcheeks clench involuntarily. He thinks for a minute before answering back. “Umm.. plan B on that?”
She sends back a LMAO emoji and asks “What would you like for plan A then?”
“Well, you know I enjoy our ballbusting sessions.” he texts
“Yes honey, I do. You always make quite the mess when we do those. That hardly seems like a special gift, we do that a lot.”
“Yeah, well, I was wondering if we could bring in a black belt (just this one time) to really punish my balls. Like, um instead of the more sexy side of things, maybe this time it’s just all hard and brutal, with you cheering her on.” He hit send, hoping he wasn’t going to offend her.
There was a long, long pause before she responded back. “Seriously?”
He gulped, he’d definitely pissed her off. “Yes, but forget I said anything. It doesn’t matter.”
She quickly texted back. “No, I’m ok with the idea, I even have a friend who would be perfect for this. Her name is Sarah, she’s a judo black belt and she’s done some ballbusting in the past, so I think she’d be game for it. However, if I set this up, you are going to owe me.”
“How much?” he sent.
“Oh, a lot of money, but that’s not the only thing. When she’s done with you, I get to enact plan B. Deal? ;)”
He breathed a sigh of relief. “Definetely.” He sent it back, but didn’t get a response for almost two hours. Eventually, he heard his phone ping. It was Dominique “Saturday, 7PM, my place. It’s all set up. Don’t plan anything for Sunday, you won’t be able to do much more than lie in bed.” “Thank you and a couple of heart emojis” were fired back and Ryan wondered what she meant by the last comment.
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Saturday, 6:59 PM
Ryan knocked on the door to Dominique's flat promptly at the appointed time. She had a heavy security door, though he knew from previous visits that all the real action took place in her dungeon, which had sound proofed walls and ceiling. The bolt clanged into position and she swung open the heavy door. She was a vision framed in the doorway. Dominique had a strong hint of Brazilian ancestry, bronze skin, curly black hair, voluptuous body, with curves accented by her tight leather outfit and thigh high matching boots. “Ryan!” She reached out, taking his hand and pulling him in for a kiss on the cheek. “The birthday boy is here.” She slipped an arm under his elbow and led him into the apartment, slamming the door shut with the heel of her boot as they entered.
Sitting on the couch was a blonde haired woman, wearing a blue Gi that barely contained her physique. A neon pink sports bra was peaking through the opening, as were the corded muscles in her traps and chest. She was relaxing, feet up on the couch with a scotch glass in her hand, the ice cubes clinking as she swirled them around. There was a 1/3rd finished bottle of GlennFettich on the table, along with a couple of additional glasses and an ice bucket. One glass was about half empty, the other was sitting idle. She sat up as Dominique led Ryan into the living room. Dominique made the introductions. “Ryan, this is Sarah, who is going to provide you with your surprises tonight. Sarah, this is the birthday boy.”
Sarah stood up, way up. She was barefoot, and easily looked Ryan in the eyes, despite his wearing sneakers. She set the glass down on the table and extended her hand. Ryan shook it, in awe of the presence of this woman in front of him. “Thank you” he managed to stammer out. Sarah crushed his hand in her grip and smiled at him as he began to wilt under the pressure. He staggered under the pressure, nearly dropping to one knee, before she abruptly yanked him to his feet and pulled him into a fierce bear hug. “We are going to have some fun tonight!” She chuckled, it was a deep, throaty laugh.
Dominique clinked some ice cubes into the empty glass, added a few spares to the other two, then topped up all three glasses with scotch. She handed the glasses to everyone and raised hers in a toast. “To Ryan’s testicles, only 40 years old, but they won’t get a day older.” Ryan took the glass, but looked a bit green around the edges as he clanked glasses and took a sip. The liquor was smooth and hot and hit the back of his throat just right. Sarah drained her whole cup with a single pull and set it back down on the table for a refill. As she did so, Ryan noticed the other item on the table, the heavy, studded metal shaft he’d seen in the text from Dominique the other day. He picked it up and studied it. It must weigh 7 or 8 pounds and was a few inches in diameter. He shuddered again and set it back down. Dominique and Sarah both laughed out loud at his discomfort. Sarah spoke first. “That thing will be gentle, compared to what I’m gonna do to you first.”
Ryan gulped, realizing with a flash that he really had offended Dominique the other day. This was going to be a very, very rough night. Memorable though, which is what he’d wanted. “What are the ground rules for tonight?” He ventured, taking another larger swallow of his drink. Dominique laughed at this and took another small sip. “We are going to give you what you wanted. A true birthday present for the ages.” She strode over to him, running her hand up the sensitive inside of his thigh before settling on his package and giving it a light squeeze. “Sarah is going to bash your nuts into your throat until you pass out. Then do it some more for good measure. We talked about it for a bit before you got here. Unless you have any objections, we are going to have her spar with you and make sure your balls take a pounding.”
Sarah nodded, rolling up a sleeve on her GI and flexing her bicep for him. “Dominique promised me I wouldn’t have to hold back. Is that true?”
Ryan gulped and took another swallow to hide his growing fear. “The sparring sounds really cool, but ..” He shuddered, but decided that if he was in for a penny, he was in for a pound.” once we do that for a bit, i’d love to get tied to the St Andrew’s cross that Dominique has in the dungeon.”
Sarah raised an eyebrow, poured herself another healthy bit of scotch and downed it. “And what happens then? I leave?” She definitely looked disappointed and a bit resigned.
“No, no” Ryan stammered out. “I was hoping you’d use me like a punching bag.”
Dominique broke out in peals of laughter. “Do you have a death wish? Sarah can rip your arm off and break your balls on the mat with you trying to defend yourself. What do you think happens once you are hanging defenseless? She’s a killer.”
Sarah nodded in agreement. “If I start unloading on you, there won’t be much left after a minute or two. I can drag things out a bit, but if you want me going full force, no sexy stuff, it’s going to look more like a car crash than a fantasy.”
Ryan considered that. “Ok, how about this? We do some sparring, and once Sarah has knocked me out a few times, she goes for some kind of deep KO and when I wake up, I’m all tied up?” The women both nodded in agreement, curious. “Once I’m on the cross, Sarah goes all out until I pass out. It’s my 40th birthday, so let's say 40 knock outs, and then we stop?”
Sarah shook her head. “I’ll do it if you want, but I doubt there will be anything left to hit by the 10th knockout. I know this sounds really awesome now, but trust me, you’ll be singing a different tune, and in a different octave, once we get rolling.” She rolled up the pant leg of her GI, showing off a huge calf muscle.
Dominique spoke up. “You need a safe word.”
Ryan shook his head. “No way, I want you two in charge, totally.”
Sarah picked up the dildo on the table, a slow smile grew on her face as she looked at Dominique. “No safe word, but if you truly want me to stop, you’ll have to suck this thing to the hilt.” She picked up her intent immediately.
“Ryan, if you want the beating to stop, you’ll need to suck this and beg me to take you with it.” Dominique looked him dead in the eye, suddenly scarier than Sarah. “I’tll be even worse than what Sarah is going to do to you, but I’ll end it as soon as I’m satisfied. I don’t think Sarah will ever stop.”
Ryan gulped at the sheer girth of that object, but nodded in ascent. All he had to do was make it to 40 knockouts to avoid that fate. “Rock and a hard place?” He decided to push his luck a tiny bit more. “Sarah doesn’t want to take a swing at me with this thing as well?”
The big amazon snorted. “Not really, but if you are good for Dominique, I’ll crush your balls in my fist as she’s cumming.” Ryan’s eyes widened at that, but it definitely turned him on. “Deal.” They clinked glasses and Ryan sealed his fate.
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With a loud clamour of steel, Dominque threw back the latch to the padded dungeon room, and slid the heavy door aside. Mats were laid out on the floor and a variety of toys and contraptions were mounted on the walls. Ryan walked into the room, lost in memory for a moment. He’d had some really fun times in here. Suddenly a shin blasted up between his legs from behind, crushing his testicles into his groin and lifting him off the ground. He barely had time to register the pain as his feet touched back down before another massive blow landed on his back, sending him sprawling face first onto the mat. He hit hard, landing badly with one arm under him. He was disoriented and before he could shift, a heavy weight jumped down on his back, capturing his free arm and twisting it behind his back in an arm bar.
“I give!” he shrieked, trapped under what he assumed was Sarah, and unable to submit in any other way. He felt her hips shift, locking his arm in her massive legs, and she leaned forward on him, snaking an arm around his neck. She slid her other hand behind his head and whispered in his ear. “...No…, that’s not how this works. I just go until you are knocked out, remember?” Ryan struggled, trying to get his loose arm out from under his own body, but it was stuck fast. Sarah tightened her grip, pushing his head into the crook of her elbow in a picture perfect rear naked choke. “Knockout one bitch.” she whispered and synched everything together, cutting off the flow of blood to his brain. Ryan couldn’t even get out a word before he saw stars, then nothing.
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Ryan snapped awake, he’d been dreaming of a roller coaster that just wouldn’t stop. It was terrifying, but slowly, he started to realize that he wasn't there. The dream faded and he came to. Where was he? He felt a soft, yielding surface under his fingers. A mat? Dominique? He raised his head, gazing around the room to get his bearings. A really tall, strong woman was looming over him. She was pretty, but also very scary. He wondered idly whose legs she was holding in each hand. He could see the underside of her foot; it was heavily callused and wide, the look of someone who spent a lot of time barefoot. Suddenly, it rocketed down in a stomp, the muscles in her quads were so big that they showed through the Gi leggings she was wearing. He had enough time to think, ‘that’s going to really break whatever she’s hitting’. Then he saw her leg suddenly stop descending and impact with something. It was amazing, her legs got even bigger when that happened, like she was trying to crush a can or break open a door. A second later, the pain registered. His balls erupted in apocalyptic fire and his ass hurt from the pressure driving him into the mat. ‘Shit!!!,It was me she was stomping.’ he had time to think, before the nausea and agony waved over him. His body spasmed under the pressure, but his mind couldn’t handle it and blackness took him again.
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Ryan woke up again, disoriented and hurting everywhere. His cheek was on the mat, cool and inviting. He didn’t want to move, but he felt his legs being lifted into the air as his chest was resting on the canvas. He started to remember that he’d just been stomped by some giant amazon woman when a massive kick landed between his legs. It felt like a baseball bat had been driven home. He gagged in pain, trying not to throw up the contents of his stomach. He couldn’t see what was happening, but immediately started slapping the mat in submission. He heard a throaty chuckle. “Too late for that.” and another blast of pain hammered into his groin. His balls smashed into his pelvic bone and this time he did retch up the contents of his stomach onto the mat. He whimpered in submission, but a third blow slammed into his testicles and he passed out again.
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This time, when he finally came to, he was upright, his arms and legs were restrained, but he was at least able to take in his surroundings. He glanced around the room, trying to get his bearings. On the far side of the room, Dominuqie and Sarah in her Gi were talking to each other, too quietly for him to hear. His wrists were strapped above his head, his legs spread out uncomfortably wide and tied off. His entire midsection was on fire, he was pretty sure his balls were broken, or badly, badly damaged. He dangled in his shackles, unable to even try to stand upright. Memories started coming back into play. ‘The big girl is Sarah. Dang, I think I told her to go all out on me.’ Ryan tried to speak and back out of the crazy deal he’d agreed to, he was way too injured to continue playing games, but he found to his terror that he’d been gagged. Nothing verbalized but a few grunts of consternation. Both women looked up at him with a truly evil smile.
“Ah, our litting punching bag is awake.” Dominique smiled at Ryan. She has the massive strap on protruding from her hips like a grotesque effigy. “Ready to give up and let me have my way?” Ryan looked down at the huge metal phallus in horror and shook his head. “Pity, I guess Sarah gets to show off more of her skills then.”
Sarah stripped off her Gi top, revealing a pink sports bra and heavily muscled upper torso/abs. She cracked her knuckles and sized up Ryan. Ryan was unclear of what was about to happen, but he started to pull at his bonds as Sarah squared up on him. She slowly, very slowly, pulled back her right leg and drew in a deep breath. Ryan shook his head, realizing what was about to happen, but it fell on deaf ears. Her leg lashed out, smashing into his testicles and taking him off his feet. Her shin had flattened his balls, He dropped to the limits of his bonds, legs and arms hanging limp. He couldn’t block, or even resist any longer. Sarah took one strong hand and grabbed him by the throat, lifting him up and forcing him to look her in the eye. She winked at him and thundered a knee into his crotch while he couldn’t see it coming.
The knee was awful. She drove in with enough force to reach his throat and lift him off ground. He started to hyperventilate in panic. She slapped him in the face to keep him awake, then dropped to one knee and swung a forearm chop up and under his legs, catching him clean in the balls. He gagged and bucked, but Sarah calmly lined up her target and threw a straight punch into his testicles, putting her shoulder into the strike. Ryan couldn't handle that one and passed out again.
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He awoke to the sight of the giant metal phallus only inches from his face. Dominique towered over him, yanking his hair back roughly. “Time to start sucking?” His gag had been removed. His entire groin was nothing but agony, and he felt weak and nauseous. He hesitated, unsure what would happen. Dominique sighed and whispered in his ear “too bad sweetie, I've enjoyed our little adventures over the past couple of years, but I don't think you'll be functional after tonight.” She nodded and without any warning a baseball bat smashed between his legs from behind. He looked down, in shock from the pain, to see a woman's foot instead of the sporting equipment he was expecting to see. Before he could start screaming, the foot withdrew and then came flying back in for another blow. The force of the blows were inhuman. He felt a sharp pain, something new, like a broken board inside him, with jagged spikes of pain. He gasped for air, desperate to get them to stop, but another kick landed, then another. Each one weakened him further and all he could do was endure his own personal hell, unable to speak. There was a pause, he started to tell Dominique that he would suck it, but then a kick twice as hard as the previous ones thundered into his balls, something popped inside him and he surrendered to oblivion.
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When he awoke this time, Ryan didn't hesitate. He pleaded with Dominique to let him suck her off. Sarah strode up to him instead. “Oh, sorry Ryan, Dominique got bored waiting for you to wake up. She wanted me to let you know that she'll be back within an hour.” She popped her knuckles and then reached out with her massive fist, encircling his balls. “I'm supposed to keep things lively for you, until she gets back.” His eyes widened in terror as Sarah started to squeeze. “Let's see if I can get you to that 40 knockouts before she gets back? I think we are only about a dozen so far.” Ryan felt his balls start to compress under her fingers, saw the muscles in her bicep flex, and then… then the screaming started in earnest.
(To be continued?)
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