Fempire Part 2: Chapter 23: Exclusive

“What is with this line?” Angie complained, tapping her foot to the beat of the music that was already loud from outside the club. It was so loud that Colin could physically feel the musical vibrations. He felt it in his black body suit, but more than that he felt it on the leash as it vibrated around his balls. It did not help that Angie was holding the leash so taut that it gave no slack. This made the leash tug his balls up painfully already, but it also meant that the leash vibrated like a piano wire against the bass of the club’s music.

The vibrations did not make the leash pulling against him more painful, but it did make it feel… weird. The vibrations were rubbing against the base of his cock and both of his testicles, and the vibrations kept sending light but persistent signals of arousal through his nethers. They weren’t strong vibrations, but if anything that made them worse, because he knew they were too light to bring him to orgasm, even if the leash wasn’t so tight that any shots his balls tried to fire would never make it out of the sack, which it was. This meant that the vibrations simply teased him, giving him long slow vibrations that made both of his nuts churn.

“Angie, do you think you could loosen your grip?” Colin asked before adding a frantic “Please!” In response to another violent thrust of Angie’s wrist from her nonchalant dancing.

“Oops,” Angie gave the leash some more slack, allowing Colin to sigh in relief. “I’m sorry, Colin, I mean… slave boy,” Angie checked herself, trying not to use their real names, “but come on. This is taking forever. How long have we been standing here?”

“Ten minutes? Maybe twenty.”

“No way it’s been less than an hour. I’m freezing in this dress. And I can’t even hold myself for warmth because I have to look like I can’t be bothered by such trivial things as weather if we’re gonna get into this club. Which reminds me, you should be on all fours.”

“What?”

“Come on boy, sit.”

“Tell me you aren’t serious.”

“Don’t fight me on this Colin. I was nice enough to let you walk on two legs for the walk over here, but you had to know this was coming. We can’t look like bitches honey. This is not the time for my sweet hubby wubby to cuddle on the couch. Tonight we are bad bitch and her bitch boy.”

“I thought we weren’t supposed to be bitches.”

“You’re supposed to be my bitch,” Angie said, cupping his balls.

“Oh,” Colin felt himself getting hard despite himself. “Honey, we’re in public.”

“Good,” Angie glared with just the faintest hint of a smile. “Let them see how I own your manhood. How I can make it bend to my wishes. Or unbend in this case.”

“Oh,” Colin moaned as his body melted in pleasure pangs. “Why fight it?”

“That’s right, you know you love this part. Just enjoy the feeling. Your moans of need play much more to the crowd than acting like it doesn’t bother you, so you don’t have to pretend you’re a tough guy. No one would buy it anyway.”

Colin did as his fiance said, and moaned in relentless desire. Her soft hand rubbing against his balls got him feeling very stiff, but ball stimulation alone would not be enough to get him off, and they both knew it. Colin forced a smile, not that anyone could see it, trying not to think of the pain he’d feel when the new batch of cum his balls were currently producing failed to eject from his groin and settled disappointingly into his already overstuffed balls.

“That’s right, slave it’s working. People are starting to watch.”

“Ang-“

“It’s Mistress tonight,” Angie said, interrupting him with a full fisted stroke up his cock.

“Oh mistress yes!” Colin twitched in pleasure.

“Thats right, give in to the sensations. No one can see you under that body suit anyway. I’m the one showing 90% of her body on this absolutely freezing evening.”

“Well you know what they say,” Colin relaxed, taking in the strokes, letting go of his worries and filters, “hoes don’t get cold.”

Colin’s eyes were closed from the pleasure of Angie’s strokes, so he didn’t see it coming when she let got of his cock, and in the same second punched both his nuts with her other hand.

“That is a sexist expression from the era of man,” Angie snapped.

“I’m sorry,” Colin groaned, sinking to his knees.

“Aw honey,” Angie softened, “did I overreact again?” Then she looked at the bouncers at the club’s entrance. They were both wearing black leather stormtrooper suits that covered their whole bodies, including helmets that covered their faces. The only part of them that was exposed, as well as the only thing that indicated the bouncers were men, were their testicles hanging exposed to the air. They stood silent and did not seem to take much interest in Angie despite her dress, but Angie was determined to get their attention. “I mean… that’s right dog,” Angie barked, kneeling so she could make eye contact with him, “on all fours for your queen.” She leaned in, both giving him a look at her cleavage and getting the chance to whisper in his ear, “really sell the pain, this is sure to get us inside.”

“What are you-?” Colin asked before he was interrupted by another quick snap kick from Angie’s pointy heel, concentrated entirely on his left nut.

“Don’t talk back slave,” Angie said, trying to urge Colin to stay in character, but seeing clearly he was in too much pain to think about that and that she would have to put on the performance for both of them, “all I want to hear from you are moans of pain as I punish you for being born a man. Scream loud enough that the bouncers can hear you,” she said, looking towards the men blocking the entrance.

They paid her no mind. Instead they were looking at the woman in front of them. One just shook his head. “Next,” the bouncer said, letting turning the woman and her pet away.

“Oh come on. How exclusive is this club? I’ve never even heard of it.”

“You haven’t heard of Down Boy?” Asked a platinum blonde woman behind her. She was wearing a sparkly pink top and a matching skirt, both of which were short even by Fempire standards. Standing beside her was another woman who had dirty blonde curly hair and was wearing white leather pants and a top made of two white leather belts of fabric that criss crossed over her boobs in an X shape that both pulled her boobs into a ridiculously tight cleavage of both underboob and overboob, and also managed to cover her nipples and almost nothing else.

“Down Boy?” Angie asked.

“It’s the name of the club,” Colin explained.

“How did you know that?” Angie asked.

“It’s on the card Sharon gave us. And its on the sign above the entrance. And on the windows. And on the-“

“That’s enough out of you,” the curly dirty blonde said, casually whipping her white purse into Colin’s balls in a perfect arc.

“Col- I mean slave boy,” she turned to the woman in white, “I didn’t give you permission to hit my slave.”

“You don’t need permission to hurt someone else’s slave,” the platinum blonde butted in. “And it’s not like you would’ve stopped her right? He’s just a useless man. It’s not like he’s your husband or anything.”

“Right, of course not,” Angie said.

“Good,” Curly said, “because I’ve been wanting to stomp on his spuds ever since we got in line behind the two of you. They’re so well outlined by his body suit.” Curly lifted her white platform boot a foot above Colin’s balls.

“Wait,” Angie shouted, causing the women to look at her suspiciously. “I mean.. first tell me about this club. What makes it such a big deal?” That got her attention, Angie thought to herself, taking pride in her ability to distract people with her silver tongue. Then she thought about what she wanted to do to Colin with her silver tongue when this was all over.

“Certainly,” Curly said, stomping her boot down onto Colin’s nuts before continuing.

Angie winced internally as she saw her fiance collapse around the curly blonde woman’s white-clad leg. He looked like a dog humping this woman’s leg.

“I’m Caroline,” Curly said, “and this is also Caroline,” she gestured at her friend. “Down Boy is the most famous club in town. It is known for being the best place for single women to bring men they don’t care about and show them in oh so many different ways how inferior they are to us. How compared to women they’re barely even human.”

“As such,” Platinum butted in, “the men in this club are not allowed to do anything to remind us they are human. They can’t talk. They cant resist-“

“Some women don’t even allow the men they bring to wear clothes,” Curly cut back in, “except their collars of course, all men must be leashed." These girls were so excited they kept interrupting each other to talk.

“Sounds like you two really love this place,” Angie said, trying to stay on their good side using her calm diplomatic work voice. “You must come here all the time.”

“Are you kidding?” Curly scoffed.

“We’ve never even been inside,” Platinum explained.

“Oh, so this is your first time too?” Angie asked.

The blondes shared a look before Curly said “if we’re lucky.”

“I wouldn’t count on it,” Platinum added.

“Why?” Colin coughed as he shook on Curly’s leg.

Platinum looked at the black void that was Colin’s face, then she turned her head up to the women in front of her. “May I?”

“Of course,” Angie acquiesced.

“Oh,” Platinum looked at Angie. “Thanks, but I wasn’t talking to you.”

“Sure,” Curly said, moving her foot. “Your turn.”

Platinum dainty lifted her leg and lowered the heel of her pink shoe onto Colin’s right nut, grinding it around, making Colin twitch.

“I meant you could answer his question,” Angie said holding back her frustration masterfully. She knew Colin was going to get his testicles abused tonight, she had made her peace with that, but she was hoping she could at least stave that off until they got inside. If they got inside, which was now apparently a question.

“Oh, well long story short, the club is so exclusive, you can only get in by the grace of the owner.”

“What do you mean her grace?” Angie asked.

“She decides who comes in. You only get in if she selects you.” Platinum said, grinding her heel in slow circles.

“So she’s watching us right now?” Angie asked.

“You never know if she’s watching.” Platinum said.

“Some nights she doesn’t watch at all,” Curly added.

“All you can do is wait in line and hope the bouncer calls you over.”

“So it is the bouncer’s call?” Angie asked. “And what we did wasn’t enough?”

“Not hardly,” Curly said, turning to Platinum. “Hey can I have a turn?”

“I’m not done,” Platinum said, “you can have the left nut.”

“Oh goodie,” Curly clapped, and before either Angie could protest or Colin could even register what was happening, Curly stepped on his free nut with her big white shoe toe and began grinding it back and forth against the pavement, as if she was stomping out a cigarette.

“It’s unclear what it takes exactly to catch the owner’s attention,” Platinum lamented “we’ve been trying for weeks. We’re running out of ideas. And boys.”

“It ain’t like the old days where all we would’ve had to do was make out with each other for a minute and we’d get in anywhere.”

“Are you getting nostalgic for the era of man?” Platinum asked.

“I’m just saying it ain’t as simple as it used to be,” Curly said, leaning her weight onto Colin’s left love berry.

“So it’s the owner’s say…?”Angie asked. “The owner being Sharon?”

“Sharon the puppy master,” Platinum confirmed. “They say she has dozens of men leashed up in the basement of this bar, and she won’t be satisfied until every man in the Fempire has her leash around their balls.

“Or unless she has them all fixed,” Curly laughed.

Angie thought for a long moment as the two Carolines continued to fuse Colin’s nuts to the pavement with their beautiful shoes. “That’s it!” She said to herself before turning to the blondes “alright girls, you’ve had your fun. But Colin- I mean, my pet and I are going to go talk to the bouncers now.”

“Aw,” Curly pouted, “but I only got to stomp on him for like ten seconds.” She emphasized her point by lifting her foot briefly, only to stomp it down on Colin’s left nut so hard he was sure it’d leave a dent that would take days to reshape.

“This is probably the most fun we’re going to get all night,” Platinum opined, resigned to the idea that she and her friend would never get into the club. She concentrated that anger into precision as she bent forward deeply and lifted Colin’s trembling face to meet hers. She knew it also gave him a look at her boobs, but she didn’t mind. In fact it was fun for her to taunt him what what he couldn’t have. “Tell me boy, what hurts more?”

“My toes?” Curly giggled.

“Or my heel?” Platinum wiggled her foot around for emphasis, watching Colin’s face to see if she could find a sensitive spot on his right testicle. His face may have been covered by the black body suit, but that didn’t stop him from breathing sharply and twitching his head when she found a particularly sensitive spot toward the back of his nut, right where the chord met the ball. Platinum noticed this immediately, and concentrated the tiny pointy tip of her heel on that exact spot.

Colin’s head shot up and he let out a guttural yell. Both girls were satisfied. Curly laughed with girlish abandon, while Platinum just grinned.

“Yay, I made him cry,” Curly cheered, clapping her hands and jumping up and down, landing her foot on Colin’s nut over and over.

“Please,” Platinum shrugged, “that was all me, wasn’t it?” She asked Colin.

“Ladies,” Angie tried to interrupt.

“Say it was me or you can say goodbye to righty,” Curly said like a bratty teenager.

“I never gave you permission to break his balls,” Angie said, getting annoyed.

“You want to play that way?” Platinum asked her friend, “fine.” She forced Colin’s lilting head to look right into her eyes, “say it was me or I will pop lefty like a balloon,” she twisted her heel for emphasis.

“Oh for goddess’s sake,” Angie yanked on the leash, pulling Colin to her by his balls. The pull threw both Carolines on their back and pulled Colin into a backwards flip, landing on his back. “I said, we’re done. She leaned down to check on Colin, but knew she couldn’t act too concerned. “Hey, bitch boy, your balls still there?”

Colin’s eyes finally focused enough to see Angie looking down at him. “Is it over?”

“Yes the mean little girls are all done hurting you,” she mocked. “Now get up, we need to talk to the bouncers.”

“Give me a minute,” Colin said, trying to feel his balls for injuries, but they were too sensitive to the touch for him to really check, especially the left nut, which had a big divot in it from Platinum’s high heel.

Angie scowled, “I wasn’t asking,” and without another word Angie turned around. “Down boy." Angie said to Colin. “On all fours,: and walked towards the front of the line, tugging at Colin’s balls whenever she felt resistance.

“Ah. Oh. EEEK. Angie! Stop! OOOOh. I’m moving as fast as I can. But Colin quickly found himself back on the ground, his legs too weak to keep up with Angie. He tried to crawl behind her like a dog, but she moved too fast, and before long he was being dragged on the ground through the les of the people in front of them.

“Step aside, make way, important people coming through,” Angie said, being sure to be as bitchy and self-important as she could, shoving past everyone in front of her. She also made sure to ‘accidentally’ hit every man she walked past in the nuts either with the flick of the wrist, or a strong elbow.

When they got to the front they were stopped by the couple at the front of the line: a six foot tall woman with long brown hair in a fire engine red leather dress, and her man, an even taller and very muscular man with short spiky blonde hair. He was wearing literally nothing but a leash around his huge balls, under his not so huge penis. “Hey bitch, no cuts,” the woman said, “who do you think you are?”

“I’m the bitch whose getting into the club. Bitch,” Angie said, and without missing a beat, Angie put her hand right between the woman’s huge breasts, grabbed her dress, and pulled down, exposing the woman’s tits to the world.

The woman shirked and turned to adjust herself. Her man looked down at Angie, looking very imposing. “Hey, nobody do that to my mistress!”

Angie was unimpressed. “Move over tiny.”

“Me no tiny. Me huge,” the man said.

“Not where it counts most,” Angie mocked, eyeing his penis.

“It cold out,” he protested.

“Do you not know how to speak, dummy?” Angie asked.

“She make me talk like this because I big dumb man. Small words only.”

“Then here, this will help you talk less,” and she kneed him in the balls. He sank like a stone. Angie stepped over him and walked up to the bouncer with Colin right behind her. This argument gave him the time he needed to catch up to Angie, so she was no longer tugging on his nuts when the got to the front.

“So you two have to let in anyone the owner says, right? The owner being Sharon?”

Neither bouncer moved.

“Not allowed to talk at all huh?”

No response.

“Sharon gave this to me yesterday,” Angie reached into her purse and pulled out the card. “Told me to stop by. That’s an invitation.” The bouncers turned their heads toward the card, but still said nothing. “You have to let us in, we were invited by the owner.”

The bouncers looked at each other, then back at Angie.

“Hello? Is anybody in there?” When there was still no answer Angie snapped her foot forward into one of the bouncer’s balls. “Listen to me.”

The man did not move. “Wow, I thought that was a good kick. What are you a eunuch under there?”

“No, you got him,” Platinum said as she and Curly cut through the line. They’re not allowed to show any pain even when you hit them in the balls. But you can tell you got him by the eyes.”

Angie looked into the bouncers eyes and could now see them screaming, looping around nauseously, and at the corners she could see the tears he was holding back. “Wow, tough bouncers.”

“We really were invited,” Colin said, taking the card as he stood on two shaky legs. “Look this is her personal card, it even has her lipstick on it.” He shows the guard Angie didn’t kick, the man thinks for a moment, then he opens the door.

“Aw thanks honey,” Angie said to the bouncer, rubbing her hand on his cheek. She noticed his supposedly emotionless eyes grow warm at the touch before being filled with pain as she kneed him. “Don’t think I forgot about you. Come on Colin.”

Angie and Colin stepped inside, and the bouncers started closing the doors.

“Wait,” Platinum yelled, “you gotta let us in too. We’re with them, right?” She eyed Angie.

Angie rolled her eyes. “Please,” Curly pleaded, batting her eyelashes.

“They could be helpful.”

Platinum nodded in agreement, then turned to her friend, not noticing Curly moving her face closer and opening her mouth. Before Platinum could pull away she felt Curly’s hand pushing at the back of her head, and before she knew it she was in the throws of a heavy makeup session in front of the club. With lots of tongue.