Grace stepped up, grabbed the elastic belt of his shorts, then pulled him up onto his hands and knees. Mack swatted behind him to brush her away, and she swooped low to hammer her knee into his ass. His body lurched forward from the weight of the blow. She told me to come over, which I did. She told me to pull down his shorts – which, reluctantly, I did. His balls were huge; the size of hens’ eggs. His soft penis was extremely thick, and at at least six inches long.
“Now fuck him up the ass, David.”
“Shut the fuck up, you scum!” Grace kicked him in the head, silencing him. “Do it, David!”
I was too frightened to defy her; I had never seen her batter anyone like she battered us that day, so I had no intention of disobeying her. She became impatient though: she stripped down my underwear and grabbed me by the testicles.
“Get it up right now, or I’m going to rip these off and stuff them up your friend’s nose.”
I grew rigid, and she made me kneel behind Mack. She let me put my saliva on my cock; I could hear Mack crying softly with fearful anticipation. And then I penetrated him.
I could tell Mack had never been fucked up the ass before. He wailed, his voice booming so loud that Grace had to beat him some more. I plunged into him with my full length, feeling my medium sized balls swing forward and collide against his huge balls. I felt like he was my junior; I was second-in-command below my dom. I was an agent, or a tool of her will: teaching him a lesson. And it felt good.
When I was about to come, Grace reached from behind and took my testicles in her hand. I shot my sperm into Mack with my domme pumping my balls. Mack folded onto the floor. I could tell he was exhausted; I could tell he was humiliated. And then Grace ordered us to switch places.
To my surprise, Mack had no trouble at all getting an erection. I didn’t see it; I didn’t want to see it, knowing it would dwarf mine; but after he briefly stroked spit onto it, I could feel it slam into me — and I knew right away it wasn’t as long as the cocks my dom wore when she wanted to rape me. I estimated it was nine inches. Mack plowed into me with a vengeance, though; I could tell he hated me for hurting him, and was determined to hurt me just as much.
The most hurful thing for me was feeling his gigantic testicles swing like iron weights beyond my spent nuts into my stomach. I was astonished at how big they felt, pounding up into my body with each thrust of his cock. I realized that as a man, he truly outclassed me. But I knew when he grew limp before coming that it was because he recognized that he wasn’t hurting me. And this made him feel frustrated and impotent.
“What’s the matter, boy? Did I say you could stop?”
Grace was all over him. I smiled secretly. My domme was going to put this insolent man through the ringer.
“Did I say you could go limp?”
He didn’t say anything. I turned around to watch, and him sitting on the floor, his bruised, blood-stained face looking chumpish and defeated. She shoved him onto his back, kicked his legs apart, then planted her foot on his genitals.
“When I tell you to do something, boy, I expect you to complete the job.”
She laid her weight onto her foot, crunching his nuts against his body. He howled, and she laughed. She reached down and grabbed his long, thick cock. He mummbled something, incoherent and desperate, about calling the police. This made her laugh even louder, and she rewarded his wit by slapping him across the face a few times, then plunging her fist into his well-endowed groin.
“Go ahead, call the police when I’m through with you. Tell them you and a male friend of yours were beat up then raped by a woman. But in the meantime, get it up for me, or I’m going to rip it off, bronze it, and stick on the wall as a trophy.”
She grabbed his testicles – had to use one hand for each – and worked them over: gripping, squeezing, tugging, banging them together – until he got a full erection. She mounted his tall, thick penis, and rode him for an hour.
I could tell she enjoyed it thoroughly: the raw physical thrill of having such a huge cock inside her was made even more delicious by the fact that she had physically conquered another male. When Mack ejaculated and went limp, she beat him some more – driving her elbow into his groin several times, threatening to have me rape again – until he regained his erection. Then she drained him thoroughly, hammering out the last shred of his macho-maleness like an exorcist.
Mack moved out of town; I never saw him again. That event – our defeat at the hands of my domme – lingered in my mind for two reasons: it was further proof of women’s physical control over men, and it was something that Grace occasionally brought up to me: how superior Mack’s cock was to mine; how puny my testicles were in comparison to his; how she wished I was endowed better.
“You’re inferior in so many ways,” she said once. “But of course, ultimately all men are.”
Originally posted 2009-02-07 15:00:41.