The Princess' Judgement Part 2

In her quest to reforge masculinity into a submissive paradigm Princess Isabel commissioned various statues around the city that exhibited men being dominated by women. One of the statues was of a woman standing behind a man with her hands on her waist laughing heartily while the man had an expression of pain and was on his knees clutching his groin, suggesting the man was kicked from behind. Another statue was a woman facing a man with her balls in her grasp clearly squeezing them based on the depiction of the man gritting his teeth. The Princess even had a fountain made in the largest garden in the city that depicted a woman reaching from behind a man on his hands and knees squeezing a ball in each hand while water poured out his eyes, representing tears. Her plan was quite simple, the statues would creep into the hearts and minds of the citizens over time and demoralize any rebellion of men, they would lose faith in their own control and status as the imagery left an indelible impression of their weakness.




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It was a gorgeous sunny day in the palace, the Princess and 4 other noble ladies around her age were celebrating her 20th birthday, drinking wine out of silver goblets and exchanging tales while listening to a minstrel play a flute melody. Lady Eleanor brought her brother Cynric along as well. He was a 6 foot tall, well groomed, skinny yet attractive man with a lush brown mane cascading down in waves. Despite his good looks his behavior left much to be desired.




"Women may not be able to wield a sword but....... well that's not true I've had plenty of women wield my sword with great skill in fact" he said, laughing at his jest




"I urge you brother, remember decorum, lest you embarass me" Lady Eleanor said in a half-whisper




"Embarass you? You've always been the shame of our family you little tart" Cynric replied in a cocksure tone plucking a single hair from her head in a swift movement with renewed laughter.




"Owwwww, the only reason you're here is because mother wanted you to make allies at court, you bring amusement to no one but yourself" Lady Eleanor replied in a haste grasping the leg of her skin-tight sapphire silk gown in frustration.




The Princess had enough of their bickering "So you've come to my celebration as a means to elevate your standing. I think I will reward your boldness with a position at court befitting your talents. My mother has tasked me with appointing a court jester and you seem to have an inclination for the humorous, you will be the new court jester"




"Oh Ummm thank you for this honor Princess" the pampered lordling replied nervously knowing he had no choice in the matter.




"Good... now stand in front of us and disrobe, I want to see if your cock matches your attitude" the Princess commanded taking a sip of her wine in anticipation.




"Uhh yes Princess" he complied unbuttoning his ornate red doublet and dropping his breeches revealing a small cock perched atop a set of larger than average balls.




"You call that a sword? It's a dagger at best" the Princess mocked with a grin causing her friends to snicker modestly.




Cynric stood there, his cheeks red with embarassment




"Well... you're the court jester... make us laugh some more, unless you'd like to be escorted to the dungeons" the Princess insisted




"Uhhh would the Princess fancy a dance?" he replied in fear




"Yes that's a wonderful idea.... however in order to truly make us chuckle..... guards put the nut weights on him" the Princess ordered with a smirk




Two guards approached him, one holding him still while the other clamped a metal ring around his nuts attached to a foot long chain where a 10 lb iron ball hung beneath. He immediately felt the tug of the weight on his nuts pulling them down in his sack, the pain was unsettling but not unbearable.




"Now do a merry jig for us jester!" the Princess exclaimed




The lordling listened and began hopping and kicking doing his best to entertain the Princess and her friends, each hop and kick caused the weight to bounce and tug on his balls painfully.




"Uggnnnnnn" "Mmfffff" "UNnnnnnnnn" he groaned while his tiny cock flopped around. He had a contorted look on his face, gritting his teeth and wincing with every jolt he looked as tho he wanted to cry but he held his tears back.




The girls all laughed loudly and cheered, falling over themselves with joy at the spectacle.




"See I knew your brother had a knack for the comical, I can't believe you doubted him" the Princess said to Cynric's sister with a friendly smile.




"You're correct Princess, my thanks for showing me" .......... Cynric hopped a little too much and a particularly harsh tug on his nuts resulted "UNNnnnnn"...... his sister looked over towards him and laughed, joyously soaking up the distressed look on his face.




A few minutes later the Princess ordered the nut weight to be taken off which came at great relief to Cynric, his nut chords ached from the constant strain.




The Princess turned to Eleanor "Why don't you give him 3 punches to the plums, that'd be amusing wouldn't it girls?"




The girls looked at each other nodding with excited expressions.




His sister approached him and swiped her silky brown hair out of her eyes revealing a glimmer of determination, Cynric knew she was going to give it to him good. She scooped up his nuts and formed a ring around them pulling them down in their sack making sure they had nowhere to escape to when she let him have it. With her free hand she balled up a fist and looked into his eyes so she could savour the moment. Cynric avoided eye contact with her, not wanting to give her the satisfaction.




She threw her first punch with zeal enjoying the spongey feeling of his plums squashing under her fist. "ARRRRGHHHHH" he yelled in pain darting his head to the side as he grit his teeth causing the girls to break out in laughter again. She almost felt bad for him except she had no idea how much it hurt and never would and he was an inconsiderate brother who was currently making amusing faces and noises.




She let him have it a second time, this time a little harder doing her best to see if she could cause a different reaction, which she succeeded at. "UNNnNNnnnnngggg" Cynric's voice went an octave higher as his entire body jumped in the air slightly recoiling from the hit, a couple of tears escaped as he looked at the girls in terror noticing not a drop of empathy for him as they chuckled more.




Her final punch was just as hard as the last but this time Cynric's energy was sapped, he made no noise, just shut his eyes and pursed his lips. She let go as his knees buckled and he dropped to the ground overcome with pain. The girls grinned, leaning in to gaze on his skinny frame with curiosity and amusement.




One of the girls broke the silence "That looks like it hurts... did she burst your grapes?" the other young women of nobility chuckled along appreciating the fact they couldn't understand the pain he was going through.




Princess Isabel spoke up "It will take much more than that to burst a pair of grapes, not to worry, he has many more years ahead of him of service as court jester"




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Later that evening Cynric and Eleanor went home to their mother.




"Well your brilliant plan worked mother, I got a place in the royal court, I'm the court jester, they attach weights to my plums and make me dance, taking amusement at my pain. And you sister, you punched me 3 times in the plums, do not think I'll forget this so easily" Cynric said with a fury in his heart.




"It was an order from the Princess, would you have me defy her and forefeit my own standing with her?" Eleanor riposted




"An order from the Princess? Did you have to strike me so hard? I can still feel the pain in my orbs at this very moment. You enjoyed every single moment of it, I will make you pay for this" Cynric replied, chastizing her with a blazing frustration.




"Of course I found pleasure in it, you were making comical faces and sounds, and I had to strike you hard indeed, your position is to make people laugh, I was helping you fullfill your duties" Eleanor explained, playing the fool



Their mother growing annoyed raised her voice "That's enough.... Cynric if you retaliate against your sister for following the crown's order I will see to it myself that your plums are plucked clean from your body, now apologize to her for trying to put guilt on her and then thank her for helping you make the Princess and the other noble ladies laugh.




"But mother, if she hadn't mentioned the reason you had me go to the celebration none of this would be happening" Cynric appealed




"Be a man and take some responsibility for what happened and apologize to your sister. If you're not going to be a man mayhaps you don't need your plums after all" his mother chided, using his manhood against him.




"Yes mother as you say" Cynric responded breathing in deeply feeling his pride leave his body with the exhale, replaced with a more diplomatic and submissive tone..... "I am sorry sister, you were just following the orders of the Princess and it is not your duty as a lady to sacrifice your standing for mine, in fact as a man I should make sacrifices to uphold your honor. I would also like to thank you for striking me in the plums without holding back so that I could fullfill my duties as court jester and make the noble ladies laugh"




In order to add insult to injury Eleanor decided to remind her brother of what she lorded over him beyond just threats of emasculation... "I accept your apology brother and if you keep these spirits going forward when I inherit our family's lands and riches I will ensure you are taken care of"




It never actually entered Cynric's mind his sister would have the option to withold family riches from him, he knew this was a subtle threat from her to stay in line or be cut off. He now had 2 reasons to accept his fate without quarrel, avoiding the emasculation of his mother and seeking the shelter of his sisters inheritance. "Thank you sister, that is a very generous gesture". Deep down Cynric seethed with resentment for his mother and sister but he was educated enough to know that when everything is stacked against you a diplomatic approach is better than acting bigger than your breeches.




"That's my boy... girls might hang weights from your plums from now on and laugh at you while you're in the Queen's employ but I'm very proud of you" his mother stated, annoying Cynric with the backhanded nature of her speech.




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Gandriel was on his knees giving the Princess a foot massage, paying attentive care to each foot when he heard a pleasant sounding woman's voice from behind him.




"Oh my apologies Princess, am I interrupting something" said the voice




"Oh no worries Eleanor, come in, this is just the servant I had mentioned to you the other night" Princess Isabel responded.




Lady Eleanor did recall a conversation about a servant the Princess kept who she said had large, amusingly low hanging fruits, stretched from the several occasions she made him drag sacks by them. That's when she noticed them.... hanging loose between his legs, she covered her mouth in an effort to stop herself from laughing, she wasn't overcome with grief but she did pity him. She then remembered the Princess saying if she ever wanted to give him a kick it would be fine. She couldn't pass up this opportunity, they were just hanging there vulnerable, it was like they were meant to be kicked. She walked up behind Gandriel slipping off her white slipper and reeled her leg back kicking him in his naked sack as hard as she could. A loud slapping noise filled the room.




Gandriel raised his head from the Princess' feet in pain and met the Princess' gaze noticing a sparkle of delight in her bright azure eyes as he pursed his lips..... "OOooooooooo" Gandriel groaned. Despite his discomfort Gandriel couldn't help but notice how well the Princess' ethereal white dress contoured her breasts. His appreciation was short lived as the pain set in more, evicting any positive thought from his mind.




"Ooooo" the Princess mocked "Looks like she got you good!"




Gandriel nodded slowly, wincing "Yes she did Princess"




"Well... give her a compliment about how well she did" the Princess commanded taking plesaure in rubbing it in.




Gandriel followed her order without questioning it, though he did feel a sense of shame "I've learned kicks to the stones from behind are very painful Lady Eleanor, you kicked them in their weakest spot, very good aim"




"Come sit Eleanor, let us enjoy some wine. Gandriel... fetch us some fine red and attend to Lady Eleanor's feet upon your return, her foot might be sore after having thumped your berries"




Gandriel nodded "Yes Princess, right away" and went off to fetch the wine, his balls comically swaying with every step. A few moments later he returned with a lavish glass decanter.




"I'm quite thirsty, fill it to the brim" Lady Eleanor insisted




"Yes my lady" Gandriel said nodding, filling the Princess' goblet first as was customary, only to the halfway point as he knew she liked it. Gandriel then poured Lady Eleanor's, filling it to the brim, however he filled it too much causing some to spill over onto the floor.




"Oh I'm very sorry Lady Eleanor, I will clean that up in a haste" Gandriel said nervously




"That's a fine vintage red Gandriel..... it would be a shame to let it go to waste, find a way to enjoy it yourself" the Princess asserted




The obscenely tall servant took the hint. She wanted him to lick it off the floor as punishment for his mistake. Gandriel got down on his hands and knees and started licking the tasty wine. Eleanor once again saw an opportunity to amuse herself, his plums hanging defenselessly asking to be kicked. She sneakily thumped his balls from behind again, a large clap could be heard as her bare foot slammed into his bare nutsack.




"Arrrrrrghhhhhh" Gandriel groaned tilting his neck up, the second kick doubling the pain of the first. Eleanor and the Princess roared with laughter.




"Well he complimented my first kick so well I assumed he wanted another one!" Eleanor exclaimed.




After a minute of listening to Gandriel groan Princess Isabel spoke up "Okay Gandriel, we get it, your balls hurt, resume your duties now or we can make them hurt more"




Gandriel finished licking up the wine and began massaging Lady Eleanor's feet. He couldn't help but muse over the fact that these delicate feet were the source of so much pain for him, his tall muscled stature didn't matter when it came to the delicate nature of the orbs hanging between his legs.




"I think now is as good as a time as any to tell you that you are no longer the heir of your family Gandriel, you are not going to inherit anything and you are no longer here as a ward" the Princess explained. This came as new information to Gandriel as he had been in service to the Princess for a while now and did not have any opportunities to hear gossip of the new inheritance decree that favored the eldest daughter over the eldest son. He felt a spark of hope in his chest, did this mean he would be able to go home now that he was no longer valuable as a hostage?




"Your father has passed away and your sister has inherited all your family's lands and riches" the Princess spoke coldly and to the point. Gandriel did not mourn his father's passing, they were never close and his father had given him up as ward rather than fight to the grim end. Gandriel was more shocked at the news that he was no longer heir but hopeful of the possibility of going home.




"Your sister sent me this letter, I thought you should read it yourself" the Princess said handing him the opened letter.




Gandriel read the letter aloud "As a pledge of fealty our house offers Gandriel as a lifelong servant. Without a cock to continue the family line he serves no purpose here. My sister and I have great respect for you Princess and we do not wish to rob you of your servant, we would just request that you give him a kick in the berries from each of us" Eleanor put her hand over her mouth to cover her smile at the last part as Gandriel's hopes vanished and he felt an overwhelming sense of dread wash over him.




Eleanor, understanding how annoying brothers can be couldn't help but ask "What did you do to your sisters?" but Gandriel was too paralyzed by the new information to entertain her question.




The Princess on the other hand was enjoying herself, her plan going smoothly, the declaration of true love to the crown from Gandriel's family not only marked a momentous occasion for the stability of the realm given his family's power and renown, it was also a sign that perhaps women all over had it within themselves to take what is theirs and sieze control from the men who would be complicit in the dishonor that befalls the fairer sex.




Isabel noticed Gandriel's expressions become that of anger and fury so she thought she would act on the requests from his sisters to try and kick some sense into him and remind him of his place before he got any ideas. "The letter is clear Gandriel, your sisters made a simple request, a small price to pay for peace if you ask me. Face the wall on your knees"




Gandriel for the first time in a while had thoughts of rebelling, running away and eliminating anyone in his path but he knew even the slightest disobedience and he'd be harshly punished. With a glower on his face he complied, getting to his knees and facing away from the Princess.




"This kick is from Giselle" the Princess announced before punting his sack from behind harshly.




"Erggghhhhhhhhh" Gandriel groaned, reminded of the time Giselle kicked him in the balls from behind to get him moving when he was being treated as a "Royal Steed".




"This one is from Lydia" the Princess kicked harder this time.




"Mmmfffferrgghhhhh" Gandriel's voice went up an octave as his already sensitive balls were punted brutally. As if stealing his castle and inheritance wasn't a big enough of a kick in the balls already, Lydia had to make sure he got an actual one.




"Princess, your mother, the Queen, has summoned you" A palace guard announced. The Princess followed the guard leaving Gandriel to wince and moan while Eleanor observed from her seat.




Eleanor approached Gandriel from behind.




"Please, I beg you, no more, I can't take anymore" Gandriel pleaded hearing her footsteps.




"As amusing as it is to kick you in those ridiculous gonads you have hanging between your legs, I do have a heart and I will give you a moment of reprieve for now.... I just wanted to offer you the rest of the wine" Eleanor said sweetly, reaching out and handing him her goblet.




He did wonder if it was some sort of trick but he took the goblet and drank it up, desperate to numb the pain a bit. He was unsure if he was supposed to be thankful to her or not, she did make him suffer for her amusement after all, but he thanked her anyway.