Matriarch village part 2

I spent the day cleaning and setting up for the get together. Mom had decided to cook, she didn’t want me to make a mistake with the food. My balls were still sore from this morning but I used the cleaning to distract me from the pain. It definitely hurt more since mommy punished me for choosing to eat out mom first. Luckily she had spared me the 20 kicks and instead gave me 10 and 15 minutes of lashing with the whip. I was so thankful I kissed her feet until mom hit me from behind and told me to get back to work.
A good boy works.

I mostly had to clean the living room. It was a large room with dark magenta wallpaper and wood trim. There were Tiffany lamps I had to polish. Various paintings on the wall all of powerful women and cowering men. One of them had a gruesome scene with a knife and a man’s genitals. Removing dust from the intricate frames was a nightmare. A few tables and pictures of mom and mommy on vacation and other had pictures of me all in different states of torture. The mantle was a large fireplace with a large portrait of the family. Mommy and mom wore red, I was naturally leashed and on my knees and my balls were dark red. Mommy spent the morning of that day whipping my balls so the color would match with their dresses.

I eventually made my way to cleaning the statue of the goddess. Every home in the village had one. It was a large marble statue that went floor to ceiling. It depicts a curvy woman fully naked in her right hand holding two balls. One symbolized the earth and the other the sun. As to represent her dominance over the heavens and the earth. On her left hand she held a chain and her face gave a loving smile at the man whose collar the chain led to. He looked up to her in awe, kneeling with a broken crown below him and a massive set of balls between his legs. His cock was hard. Well what was left of it. When the statues are made, its custom for the man’s cock to be broken off the statue by the head of the household. Mom only left an inch of ours.

Unlike the creation myth in the outside world our beliefs are very different. In ours the goddess creates all and her first creation was man. We were her first children. We ran the world and it was violent and cruel like beasts untamed. The goddess was displeased by mankind so she mated with one of her male creations and gave birth to a demigod son who became the world's first king. His rule was foolish, he could not govern and his male desires drove him to sin. The goddess in her wisdom created a being better than men. The first women created in her own image. And told the male these women where to guide them and their world as they were their betters. Her demigod son rebelled angered at the idea of serving under anyone and waged war on women raping and killing them. The goddess' angered by her son made it so the men could only enter the world from the wombs of women. As a reminder of their inferiority and inability to create life. She then stole their masculinity as punishment only giving it back in the form of their balls, as a reminder that what made them a man was at the mercy of their creators. She took her son in chains back to the heavens and left humanity to itself. Unfortunately women were too soft with their sons and the world was brought to the chaos we live in today.

“Puppy, the women are due to arrive, get ready,” Mommy said, caressing my thigh as she often did. My cage strained harder.

I ran to the kitchen to grab wine so I could serve them.

CRACK

I fell, “Arhhhhh!”

Mom had quickly kicked me in the balls. The combination of her foot and me running in her direction made the hit harder than I thought she was intending.

I started wheezing as I grabbed my bruised balls.

Good boys take their kicks. All pain is the goddess’s will.

I looked up at mom with a smile, “Thank you mom.”

She looked down at me with a satisfied grin, “You're not serving the women today,” as she breathed in my pathetic suffering she gained a hungry glint in her eye, “Kneel and spread.”

I did as instructed. It’s not like I had a choice really. She put her foot down on my tender balls and pressed them into the ground. I buckled the pain searing from them being flatted under her feet. Such a simple action brought me so much agony. I started to hyperventilate to calm down.

“Ava what are you doing he has to entertain later,” mommy said.

“Come on, I 've been cooking all day. I need some stress relief. Besides, I won’t go too far. Let me just explain today’s events to him,” she twisted her foot as she talked, sending shots of agonizing pain up my body.

Mommy came up behind me wrapping her arms around me, kissing my neck, “Oh puppy you know we do this cause we love you. You know it’s your place as a man, do you?”

I quickly responded, forcing a smile, “Y..yes m…mommy I’m a male and ….,” the pressure was increasing, “Arrrguh please you're crushing them.”

“Finish the sentence. I want to hear you talk about your inferiority,” Mommy moaned in my ear. She was touching herself. “Ahhhhhhhhhh……my b…balls exist for y…your pleasure. I was born to…ahhhhh…..ahhh,”I started writhing, Mommy held me steady moaning in my ear. I could feel precum coming out of my cage.

“More puppy, I need you to say more,” her warm breath on my neck and ear as she pleasured hers to my pain was so distracting. “I….I love b..both of you, I l…love the way you p..put me in my p…place,” I don’t know what I was saying the combination of mommy’s sweet moans and mom’s foot crushing my nuts was making me light headed. Mommy started moaning harder.

I screamed at a higher octave as mom started twisting her foot rapidly sending new waves of pain up my body. It was like my balls were both pinned in place and about to be ripped off,“P… .please crush my balls….aaaaaaaah.” At the last word another high pitched yell ripped through my throat.

“OH YES GODDESS I’M CUUUUUMMMMING,” Mommy screamed into my ear as she climaxed, reminding me in that moment how much I needed mine.

“Was that good for you,” Mom said.

Mommy got up and kissed mom on the lips, her foot still on my balls. It was like I wasn’t there. Just there to suffer in the background of their lives. Eventually after five minutes of them enjoying each other's mouths they turned their attention back to me.

“Good boy,” mom said, pressing a little harder, eat my pussy while I explained. I moved forward, fitting my face in between her legs. She moved around making sure to stand fully on my balls. One foot on each. Her full weight was on them now causing them to flatten like pancakes against the floor. The pain was worse than before. It was foolish of me to think I could ever get relief. As I got started licking her pussy the pressure increased, pain interrupted me every few seconds making me screamed up mom’s body. Which made her moan harder. Mommy for her part started rubbing mom’s nipples and kissing her neck. I guess we were a twisted happy family all together in that way.

“The women should be coming at…ahh….keep you tongue their baby .They’re coming at eight and they’ll be served by someone else. So you don’t have to worry…fuck that’s the spot your doing so good….,” I groaned from the intense pressure on my nuts, “Oh goddess…fuck. Where was I?”

Mommy chimed in, “The serving.”

“Yes the serving…mmmmm…..you won’t serve. I know you get scared from the women flicking and slapping your balls.” She was right, the women including mommy and mom loved flicking and squeezing my balls as I served drinks. Getting extra angry if I spilled anything because of it.

She started grinding my face into her pussy. She did that when she was close, so I licked harder in response, “You will wait for us in your play room. There we will use you as….. oh oh oh,” she leaned forward onto my balls unintentionally causing me to shake violently. It was like a vibator on her pussy, “ You after… party entertainment, OH GODDESS FUCK YES,” At that moment she burst spraying my face as she did.

After calming down she stepped off my balls bringing sweet relief only short lived by the waves of aftershock that ripped through my battered testicles. I held my balls trying to soothe the pain. It was then that I remembered she mentioned the playroom. That relief sank to my stomach. The playroom, my playroom which mom liked to say, as the only thing mom gave me ownership of was the room I was most brutally tortured. It was used when I was the most bad or when mom or mommy were the most sadistic. It was also the room where I underwent training. I started crying.

“Am I a bad boy mom. I’m sorry, please not the playroom,” I said.

Mom rolled her eyes, “We’re not retraining you. Seriously, your 19 stop being so pathetic….”

Mommy coughed.

“Right you can't help being pathetic. You are a male. Weak and fragile. And like a good boy you will take any pain we give you. And besides,” she caressed my face, “I wouldn't let them go too far. I hated you when you were born, you know that. I did, she told me often. I saw you as this disgusting male thing that ruined my life, but here I was taught you were a blessing. A tool to make a better world. A piece of me made to serve me and love me.”

“And me,” Mommy interrupted, “I loved you the moment I first met you.”

Mom continued kissing my cheek, “You’ve become your true self as a male in this community, one that worships at our feet. So you are not being tortured because you're a bad boy, you're being tortured as a gift and expression of our love for you,” she said.

I knew I shouldn’t take that as a man, I should fight back and argue that I was being tortured and that was not love. But I was no longer that type of man. I never was, all males were made to serve after all. And I haven’t thought like that in a long time, not since the training. It was beaten out of me then. Now I was strangely happy that I wasn’t being hurt for being a bad boy. It was sick I guess.

Good boys find pleasure in praise.

“Besides, Margret's son is coming to do the serving,” mom said.

“Oh Margret’s son,” Mommy said, concerned.

Margaret's son was creepy. He had spent a good amount of time in the outside world and was poisoned by the patriarchy. His father was what mom called a misogynist. The man caught Mrs. Margret sleeping with a member of the cult Mrs. Samatha, he attacked them. The two women fended him off and over powered him ending with what mom said was a brutal castration. They were able to argue rape in court and sent him to a prison own by a member of the cult.

They eventually moved here and got married. Because Margaret's son was filled with the poison of the outside world far longer than I was, he was more rebellious. Trying to leave multiple times and being sent to training each time in return. I didn’t know how he survived the training so many times. Eventually Mrs. Margaret did the unthinkable after Mrs. Samatha suggested it and they neutered their son at the veterinarian for males. They replaced his balls with two bells to remind him with every movement what his own mother had taken from him. He hasn't been the same since. But mommy says he is finally obedient. Mom said it served him right and then laughed that they kept his balls in a jar on their mantle and made him polish it everyday. It was a bit of a scandal, neutering a boy was only used for the most difficult cases. Balls are important for our religion.

I was creeped out by him, but I was also worried. Mrs. Margaret and Mrs. Samatha don’t have a pair of balls to torture anymore which means they’re going to use mine to make up for lost time.

“Puppy get to the playroom. I’ll tie you up for the games,” Mommy said.

“Mommy um..what games are we going to play?” I could feel my balls clench up at the thought.

Mom spoke up, “All sort, frankly I’d prepare yourself because chances are we'll get carried away.”

“Oh don’t scare the boy,” Mommy said.

“He should be scared, plus I know how you get when torturing him in the playroom. I remember begging you to have mercy on him during his training. I love beating a man and putting him in his place like any woman but you could get really scary when you're getting carried away,” Mom said.

My balls felt heavier and more tender. I could still remember the pain. It was nonstop physical and mental torture. I went from resenting mommy to being her obedient step-son after what she did to me.

“Come on puppy follow me. And because you’ve been a good boy you can crawl behind me,” mommy said with a wink.

I got on all fours, ball pain be damned. I loved to crawl behind mommy. I could look up at her beautiful butt as I did, “thank you mommy.” She led me to the playroom, my tongue out and my cage straining as I looked at her impressive round ass. Mommy giggled knowing how much I wanted it. Sometimes if I was really really good she let me hump it and play with it as much as I wanted. Of course she didn’t let me cum but it was magical.

The playroom was a large black room with assortment of toys and torture devises I was all to familiar with. Mommy was a collector. There was a Saint Andrews cross and paddling bench, a Spanish wooden horse, a cage and a chair with the legs spread open.
She closed the door behind me. She picked me up and strung me to the ceiling, my arms were over my head and my legs were tied apart so anyone could have full access to my balls.

“Let’s see if it’s sturdy,” she said to herself.

SLAM!

“Arhhhhhhhh,” the top of mommy’s foot collided with the bottom of my balls, sending intense pain into my already battered testicles. Convulsions took over my body from the pain. I pulled on the chains for release. Eventually my body realized I couldn’t escape and gave up. I don’t know how I could survive tonight, I was most likely going to end up a eunuch like Margret’s son.

“Perfect,” Mommy looked at my balls and winced, “They really shouldn’t be that color this early into the night. Let me kiss that boo boo away,” She bent down and kissed my tender balls and gave them a suck a few times for good measure. Mommy then put a harness around them and took a 5lb weight and placed it from a chain under my balls. It started pulling my cords. It wasn’t too bad they normally used much heavier weights.

“This should make them hang a bit lower by the time we’re ready, the women will love that,” she said it to herself like I was furniture she was arranging.

She kissed my cheek, “Okay see you soon,” She turned around, turned off the lights and closed the door.

Leaving me hanging in the dark with my aching balls and the knowledge that it was going to get so much worse.

To be continued….