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.”
Mack groaned.
“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.”
The End
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I am a submissive white male, marriage-minded, and man enough to know my place, living in the Reno, Nevada area.
I believe deeply in the natural superiority of Women. I believe Women are the superior Sex as a plain and simple fact of life, and a clear and undeniable fact of nature. While it is true that men are generally bigger and stronger than Women physically, that is all, and even that is not always the case.
But I believe Women are generally superior to men mentally, emotionally, sexually, psychologically, and biologically, and far better suited to the roles of leadership and positions of authority at all levels of society than men are – in govenment and politics, in the business and corporate world and workplace, and especially within Their marriages and relationships.
I believe that in marriage, the Wife should be the undisputed Head of the house and family, and the sole Decision Maker, and the husband should be obedient to his Wife, and belongs completely under Her authority in all aspects of the marriage – both outside the home and in the home, both outside the bedroom and in the bedroom. I believe this represents the most ideal, most natural gender roles for marriages and relationships, and is the way marriages and relationships were meant to be.
I believe anytime a Woman feels Her husband has disobeyed Her or displeased Her in any way, it should be Her legal right to whip his naked, manly little ass, and lay down the law to him. I believe this should be a Woman’s right for Her to maintain an orderly home, and to ensure that Her husband remains properly obedient to Her, and ALWAYS knows his place.
I believe when a man gets married, he shoud openly acknowledge his Wife’s fully legal authority over him, by taking the wedding vow of obedience, to love, honor, and OBEY his Wife.
I believe when a man gets married, he should openly recognize his Wife’s rightful role as the undisputed Head of the house and family, by taking his Wife’s Name in the marriage, becoming the lawfully wedded mr. Her Name, and that a married couple should live openly and without apology as Ms. and mr. Her Name.
I have only gotten into a fight with a Woman one time, that was my ex-Wife, Christina, during our dating and courtship period, before She took me in marriage, and before I knew my place like I should have. I learned my lesson once and for all.
It was right after She had me move in with Her, and She introduced Her strap-on into our relationship for the first time, informing me that She was going to use it to have Her way with me. I protested, and my insubordinate attitude understandably infuriated Her. We got into a heated quarrel over my misguided attempt to refuse Her strap-on. The argument escalated into a fight, and frankly, She stomped my manly little ass and mopped the floor with me. That fight ended with me sitting on the floor reduced to tearful manhood, and rubbing my aching balls. Meanwhile, She stood over me with Her Hands on Her Hips, telling me exactly how things were going to be. Needless to say, I was in a much more humble attitude at that point, and had become a much better listener. I timidly agreed to Her terms and conditions, then She said firmly, “Fine then,” and pointing the way, ordered me with “Now get your pussywhipped little ass in the bed and keep your fucking mouth shut.” I meekly obeyed, then She demanded, “Now, are you man enough to know your place and do as you’re told?” My quivering reply was, “Yes, Honey.” Then, She asked sternly, “Are you man enough to take my Lady Dick up your sissy ass now?” I said, fearful of angering Her again, “Yes, Honey, I’ll do whatever You say.” She said, “Damn right you will, because now you know who wears the pants in this relationship, don’t you?” With trembling voice I answered, “Yes, Honey, You do, Your are the Boss, and Your rule the roost, and I will do as You say.” She said, “Good, now that we understand each other,” then She proceeded with rubber glove to lube my wimp ass, and mounted me, humping and pumping my now forever submissive behind to Her satisfaction, and did so whenever She wished throughout the balance of our relationship and 14 year marriage. There was never any doubt She was the Head of the house in our marriage, and I was Her properly submissive and obedient husband.
I learned some lessons the night I got into a fight with a Woman I will never dare to forget. That was an altercation with my Girlfriend, Christina, Who took me in marriage as Her submissive and obedient husband 3 months after She beat my silly male ass.
I learned that any man who thinks “no Woman” can beat his ass simply hasn’t met the right Woman yet.
I learned that it can be a frightening thing to find yourself faced with aggressive, unrestrained Feminine anger.
I learned that, regardless of how attractive, sexy, or Feminine a Lady may be, She CAN BE a very effective man beater if She simply has the ATTITUDE, and makes up Her Mind to do it.
I learned when faced with a confident, aggressively angry Woman, a man’s nuts can put him at a clear disadvantage, and make HIM the “weaker sex.”
I honestly believe, if EVERY Woman had the right ATTITUDE, and made up Her Mind to do it, MOST Women are quite capable of beating Their husband’s ass, or beating up Their boyfriend or male lover. I know of MANY such cases myself, other than my own experience.