Matriarch Village part 1

This is my first story. It’s mostly set up for the next parts.

My name is James or I think it was James. It's been so long since I heard it, I think I’ve honestly forgotten. I’ve been mostly called boy, or sweetie, or puppy, or Sandra’s boy for so long I can’t remember. Sandra’s being my mother’s last name. I got out of bed early and went downstairs to make breakfast. I made sure not to make a sound I’ve been trained not to. It was easy, really. I was shorter than a normal man should be which helped. I’m 19 years old but I was only really 5’5 and thin. Boyish even. A product of the hormone I was fed. I quickly made eggs and toast, brewed coffee and set the table like I was trained. Years of this has gotten it down to a science. A good boy is never heard only scene. A good boy serves. As I plated the food my mouth watered. The food looked amazing. I was so tempted to take some. Maybe a small piece, maybe they wouldn’t notice. I reached to take some eggs but stopped before touching it. A good boy does not eat women’s food. That was something I learned early when moving her. I could still feel the sting on my balls from when I first made that mistake. A good boy enjoys punishment. A good boy's balls only serve to educate. I heard footsteps and stood at attention. Mommy and mom came into the dining room half asleep licking their lips at the food. Mom was my birth mother Ava Sandra. She had me very early at 17 from a guy who ran off on her. She always resented me for it and was a classic man hating feminist for it. Right now she wore a black nightgown that was half open revealing her curvy body and pussy. My dick strained against the spikes in my fat chastity cage. Her black hair was sloppy from sleep and her pulp lips smiled hungrily at me. She’d gotten softer over the years thanks to mommy. Mommy Melanie Sandra was in her 30s. She was tall, blond and had a butt you could bounce a quarter on. She like me, was fully naked. Unlike me though it was her choice while I was forced to be naked. Good boys need only collars to identify them and cages to hide their shameful members. It was bad enough being born a boy it was worse to remind people of it. Mommy met mom when I was younger. Back when we lived in the outside world. She started dating mom and eventually got married to her in a small ceremony in a strange church. At the time I was confused by the status of women and the men at their feet. Mommy came from money so when they got married we were able to move from our ratty apartment into a large house in the village of matriarch. At the time I thought it was like a Cinderella story. Until I learned that the village was a font for matriarchal cult focus on motherhood. Specifically centered around the relationship between mother and son. “How has the goddess found you boy,” mom said looking down between my legs, “Aren’t they big.” My balls do to the drugs in the food were the size of oranges and just as heavy. You’d think I’d get used to the weight but movement always pulled down on my cords. Mom always said heavy balls remind me with every movement of the burden of manhood. “The goddess finds me well mom,” I spread my legs, and hesidently said, “Please bless me.” SLAP! “Ahhhhhhhhhh,” I howled as mom launched a full force kick slamming my balls right into my pelvis and lifting me an inch off the ground. The pain was like intense waves of agony shooting from my balls to the rest of my body. I was shaking as I looked up at her, forcing a smile, “T…thank you mom. I am sorry I was born male.” Mom was pleased, giggling to herself. She liked that I had to force a smile when she brutalized my manhood. It was her favorite aspect about the cult. She always thought men deserved every bit of pain a woman would give. She’d spend days grinding my manhood under her heel while she read to me the goddess’ scripture. I turned to Mommy, spreading my legs like before, “Please bless me mommy.” Mommy walked up to me and put her hands between my legs causing me to almost flinch. Good boys don’t flinch. Good boys take their beatings for that is their purpose. She took hold over my tender balls, “They’re warm and they’re heavy,” Her thumb rubbed circles around my flat cage, “How long has it been since we let him cum?” “Don’t know? Boy do you know,” Mom said. “Yes mom, you haven’t given me the pleasure of cumming in 6 months and 7 day,” I said quickly, making them both laugh. Mommy through her laugh said, “Of course he would know. Boys always do.” It was true. I was always thinking about it. I couldn’t help it. The food they gave me was full of drugs that made me horny 24/7. And the why they walked around with the thinnest clothes if any at that. Always caressing my balls or kissing me down there. The worst was when I’m between their legs liking their pussies seeing them cum over and over while felt like I was going to burst. It was torture. The drugs also made my ball larger and more sensitive. Mom told me to appreciate them because they made it so they were harder to break. Which she took advantage of everyday. SQELCH! “AAAAHHH!” my attention was dragged back as mommy used both hands to squeeze my sore bruised balls.” “Who’s mommy’s good little puppy,” she said. I was shaking as her grip tightened. “Ahhhhh,” I screamed, tears running down my face. The only thing I could feel was the clenching pain between my legs. “I said, Who mommy good little puppy,” she emphasized by yanking my ball towards her like a leash. I had to hold onto her arms as she raised me on my tippy toe. “Aaaaaaa!” I cried higher pitch this time causing mom to burst out laughing. Mommy on the other hand dug her nails into deforming manhood. She was going to break them. “I..I am mommy. I’m your puppy. I’m sorry mommy, please mommy you're breaking them please,” I cried. After what felt like forever she let go causing me to fall back on the floor. I held onto my balls in the fetal position. It was bad. The pain was searing and pulsing a reminder of the weakness of my manhood. A good boy took his pain. A good boy's manhood is the path of distraction but a tool to his salvation. Please goddess way isn’t the pain going away. Mommy cleared her throat, I instinctually looked up to her and smiled, “Thank you mommy, I’m sorry I was born a male.” “I’ll let it slide for today but you need to fix that attitude. You wouldn’t want to go through your training again,” mommy said with concern in her voice. I got on my knees ball pain be damned. I bowed, holding onto her leg shaking and begging, “Please mommy I’ll be good. People don’t put me back in training. Please….i can’t, not again,” I was bawling, “Please I’ve been good.” Mom spoke up first, “Melanie don’t scare the boy he’s been behave.” Mommy stared at me with remorse on her face, “It’s okay puppy. I know you’ve been a good boy.” “He was far worse behaved before coming here. The outside word had filled his head with that patriarchal bullshit. He refused to do what he was told,” mom said. Mommy giggle, “Yes I remember he did not take the rules well. I remember praying on it. I was so gentle with him,” she crouched down to me giving a full view of her pussy, my cage straining in response. She took my face and scrunched it like a dog, “you were such a bad boy, I was so worried when you ran away.” “The fool didn’t think his collar and cage had a proximity zapper attached. He was lucky we found him when we did, else his balls would have been fried off. But it couldn’t be helped, he is a male. I can’t expect them to think logically,” mom said, sipping on her coffee. Mom pulled out a can of boy food and put it in my bowl. My stomach grumbled. But I knew better than to eat that food before they ate. A good boy waits. I crawled under the table and started eating out mom. My balls were still throbbing from earlier but I knew better than to have her wait. Mommy will punish me for choosing mom first, but I also knew mommy would punish me less severely then mom would. “So the ladies are coming at 8,” Mommy said. “Yes, it gives the boy enough time to set everything up,” she said, pushing me deeper into her pussy. I licked harder in response. I knew all her favorite spots. Having her sit on my face as she brought a wooden spoon down on balls taught me quickly how to bring any woman to orgasm.

“Are you sure he can handle being entertainment as well. Those women are rough, it might be too much for him. What if he gets damaged,” mommy said. “He’ll be fine. You baby him too much. Besides, the ladies know not to break my….. AH AHH FUCK,” she said reaching her first orgasm. She made sure to rub my face into it as she did. “I don’t baby him. The goddess says it is a mother right to love and to charity her son as he is of her,” mommy said. I moved on to mommy, who patted my head as I started licking. I preferred licking mommy’s pussy. It was always less stressful. “The goddess also says punish your sons for the wickedness of their gender, show them not only the pain of the flesh but the humiliation of their ego. Make their manhood a tool and reminder of their inferiority.” SLAM! She landed a perfect kick into my sore ball from under the table.

I screamed into mommy’s pussy causing her to reach her first climax of the day. “OH GODDESS YES!” When it subsided she smiled playfully, “Playing dirty is unfair.” Mom met her playful smile with her own, “All’s fair in love and war.” Turning her head as I crawled out of the table, my balls stinging, “Beside you know I love him,” she patted her lap and I laid head on it. It was a normal morning. To be continued…..