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Mike was extra careful as he snapped the padlock in place. Several of the times that he had done this he had accidentally pinched a flap of loose skin into the locking mechanism; it could be quite painful, especially if the keys were not readily available. Now that the padlock was in place around his scrotum, and the leash was attached to the padlock he was ready to go. Mike had always had submissive tendencies, had always liked to receive pain. The girl in elementary school that for some reason loved to kick boys in the balls was his favorite person. Even at that early age he loved to have his tiny testicles beaten. He would pick on her every day at recess, hoping she would give him an extra special hard blast to the family jewels. It was these tendencies that set Mike on the search for a dominatrix that he could serve. He went to several professional women, and quickly found that it was not interesting at all. They always made him take a safe word, which he hated to do. What was the point of submitting if he could make her stop any time that he wanted just by saying chocolate. And even though they all said in their ads that they did cock and ball torture when he got there all they did was put him in a Gates of Hell, or maybe lightly slap his dick with a miniature whip. Even when he begged them to hang weights from his balls, or kick him in the balls, or best of all stand on his balls, they wouldnt do it. They were probably worried about him coming back to sue or some such shit. His search for a mistress to serve on the internet didnt fare any better. Everyone that he talked to online was full of shit. They all talked about things on the internet that they would never consider doing in their real lives. That was the magic of chat rooms. Having eventually given up on the idea of ever finding satisfaction from a professional domina, or finding a mistress online, Mike decided to head into a different direction. He started going to strip clubs and offering to pay girls ten dollars for every time they kicked him in the balls. A lot of them thought that he was crazy, and he had been thrown out of several bars, but just as many of the girls were more than willing to make a hundred or two hundred dollars from repeatedly kicking his tortured gonads. It was when he met Bridgett though that he knew he had met the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. When Mike made the ten dollar a kick offer to her she kicked him more times than he could afford to pay (he had five hundred dollars with him), and then continued kicking his swollen balls after he begged her stop. Mike was in love. Every week he would go to the bar that Bridgett worked in and let her abuse him. In time their relationship began to grow, she started making him lick her boots clean after she got off stage, made him kiss and worship her ass, and one day even brought him on stage to be beaten in front of the entire bar. It was a few months ago that Mike got the idea of making a leash for his privates that he could give to her, making it all the easier for her to inflict pain on him, and giving her that much more control over him. He used a padlock so that he wouldnt be able to take it off, but she had never told him to give over the keys. When he asked her to take them she refused, said that she would take them when she was good and ready. And now every week Mike went off to the strip club, with his nads locked up in the padlock, the leash ready to hand over to the woman he loved, hoping that this would be the week that she would finally take the keys away from him. When Mike got to the bar the bouncer stopped him at the front door. Ten bucks, man, he said. He knew Mike by now, should have known he didnt have to tell him how much the cover charge was, but every week it was the same. Mike gave him an extra twenty, Bridgett had told him to. The guy at the door was also the guy that kept an eye on the private dances; it was a good idea to give him enough money to have him look the other way when Bridgett took him upstairs. Besides, it wasnt as if the money meant anything to Mike, he had inherited almost four million dollars from his parents when they passed away in a plane crash eight years ago. It was a small bar; there was one stage in the middle, the front row seats wrapped all the way around, about six feet away from the stage the tables circled around. In the back of the bar there was a set of pool tables and there was an upstairs loft filled with couches. Mike took his regular table near the stairs that ran to the loft. It wasnt long before the waitress came over and offered him a drink, he could see that she was having a hard time ignoring the dog leash that was trailing out of the waist of his pants. He hadnt seen her before. Mike asked for a Bud Light for himself, and he went ahead and ordered a long island ice tea for Bridgett, she would be upset if he didnt have a drink waiting for her. There was a black girl on stage that used the name Ice, he wasnt sure what her real name was, but she was a friend of Bridgetts. She was a tall, lithe young woman, very sexy as far as black girls went, that wasnt really Mikes thing, although at times he thought that a black woman might make a stronger mistress. Pretend that his cock was in the KKK or something. Mike watched Ice go through her dance, there werent very many people in the bar, but all eyes were on the Nubian goddess. She was already stripped down to nothing but her thong and she had climbed up the pole and was now sliding slowly down, hanging by her legs. When she got back down the stage she twisted her legs back behind her head, she was amazingly flexible. The thong was pulled to the side and Mike watched as she slid two fingers deep inside of her pussy, she was looking right at him and smiling and she started pumping her fingers in and out. His cock quickly responded, leaping into a fierce erection that was instantly sore. The erection pulled on the padlock, making his balls ache wonderfully. He had never seen any of the girls do anything like this before; it was completely illegal, in Indiana the girls werent even allowed to go without their panties. The song ended and Ice climbed down from the stage. She went around the bar; collecting donations from everyone that had not been brave enough to go up to the stage. She quickly made her way over to where Mike was sitting. Did you like my dance? Yes. Very much, Mike stammered. Ice suddenly grabbed onto his leash and pulled hard on it, forcing him out of his chair and right up next to her. Open your mouth, she told him simply. Mike had little choice, he did as she commanded. The two fingers she had been fucking herself with were forced deep into his throat. Suck it, she demanded. He was more than happy to oblige. He sucked and licked the sweet juices of her pussy off her fingers, his raging hard on growing even more painful as he obeyed. He knee came up unexpectedly between his legs and smashed into his crotch at full force. Mike buckled and fell to the floor at the dancers feet. Dont get too rough with it, Ice. I said you could play with it, not break its cock in half. Bridgett had come to his rescue. Mike wasnt sure whether he was happy about that not or not. He was certainly happy to see her though. Bridgett was an Amazon, six feet tall, about one hundred and fifty pounds; she was built strongly, not heavy set. She had blonde hair that cascaded down to her firm ass, and her breasts were somehow both very full and very perky. And every part of her was real; she wasnt all fake like a lot of dancers were. Today she was wearing a pair of black leather, stiletto healed, thigh high boots, a garter belt and fishnet stockings, and a red leather corset. Mike thought he was looking at an angel. Ice handed the end of the leash over to the newly arrived woman. Sorry, she said. I guess I got a little carried away. Bridgett smiled at her, as if saying that she was perfectly happy with the way Ice had treated the groveling man. Mike was still on the floor, on his knees now though, looking loving up at Bridgett, she of course paid him no mind whatsoever. Without any warning and without even checking to see if he was going to follow Bridgett started to walk away, the leash tightened and Mike scrambled to get to his feet before it was too late. She didnt say a word as she marched him up the stairs to the couches. She was being much more dominant than she usually was and Mike was in heaven. This is what he had always wanted her to be. The way she had referred to him as it earlier when she was talking to Ice, as if he wasnt even human, as if he was just a thing for her to play with, was so arousing he though he might cum all over himself before they even got upstairs. Fortunately, he was able to restrain himself. When Bridgett got him upstairs she threw him roughly down on the couch and put her right boot against his chest, pinning him in place. Do you have the key to my balls, she asked him. Yes. The back of her hand slammed into the side of his face so hard Mike was sure she had just given him a black eye. You will refer to me as Mistress or you will be punished, understood, it was a statement not a question. Now, do you have the keys to my balls? Yes, Mistress. Give them to me. Mike quickly reached into his pocket and pulled out his key ring; before he could pull the two keys that would unlock his leash off the ring she grabbed the entire ring from his hand any threw it downstairs. That scared Mike a little, he wanted Bridgett to have the keys, but he didnt want them lost, but he trusted her, and he loved this new side of her that was coming out tonight. She left him sitting on the couch and walked to the other side of the loft, when she came back she was holding a pair of handcuffs. Lean forward. Mike obeyed and the cuffs were soon holding his hands helplessly behind his back. Again she walked away, and this time she returned holding a knife. Mikes heart skipped a beat. Just how much had she changed in the last week he wondered, where was she taking this. Bridgett squatted down and took off his shoes and socks, and then used the knife to begin cutting off his pants. When Mike realized that he was quickly going to wind up naked in a public place if this didnt stop he tried to pull away from her. As soon as he moved she thrust the knife right up between his legs. Move again and Ill cut my fucking cock off you and take it home with me. The look in her eyes told Mike that she was absolutely serious. The knife was as sharp as a razor blade, and it cut through his pants like butter, one last tug and they were tossed to the side. She sliced his shirt off just as easily and he now was sitting on the couch in nothing but his underwear. When he looked down he could see his cock, correction Bridgetts cock, struggling to get free, he hadnt even lost his hard on when she threatened to cut it off, if anything it just grew even more. The blade of the knife slid up the leg of his black boxer-briefs, he could feel the cool steel slip across his genitals, felt a small cut opened up on the inside of his upper thigh, and then with one fluid motion she cut right through the cotton fabric and he was naked. Drops of precum were dribbling from the end of his cock and she wiped a finger across it and shoved it into his mouth. Is this what you wanted, to be my slave boy, she asked. The knife was still dangerously close to his now exposed dick. Yes, Mistress. He was very careful to include the honorarium, god knows what she might do if he displeased her twice. You might just rethink that soon, she said with a sinister smile, hinting at what was in store for her newly acquired toy. She pulled roughly on his leash, forcing him to his feet and then pulled him over to the stairs, Mike tried to struggle, but with his hands behind his back the only thing he had to fight with was his sensitive testicles, it was no contest. She quickly had him down the stairs and in the middle in the bar for all to see. To Mikes absolute surprise no one seemed to be shocked by the naked man being led through the bar by his nuts, everyone looked, but they all seemed eager, not shocked or disgusted or amused like he would have expected. It wasnt until they were going up the steps to the stage that he noticed the apparatus that was perched there. It was a like a set of stocks, except it had an additional platform that ran out perpendicular to where the victims head and hands would be held. She led him over to it, placing each of his legs on opposite sides of the narrow platform and bent him over, forcing his head into the stock portion of the contraption. Two of the other dancers were reaching onto the stage, locking his legs into position and Bridgett was uncuffing his hands. After she had him locked in Mike was bent over, his mouth was level with Bridgetts crotch, as was his ass, and his legs were spread wide to either side. She pulled the leash tight and fastened it somewhere underneath the platform, it left his balls stretched far out behind him and flat against the wood he was straddling. She had pulled them out so far he was afraid that she was going to rip the damn things right off his body, but they stretched farther than he would have thought possible. He was completely helpless, and completely immobilized, he couldnt even wiggle he was stretched so tightly into the device. He was forced to look straight down at the stage, but from the corner of his eye he could see that everyone in the bar was taking seats at the stage, everyone was moving in close to get good a look at whatever it was that Bridgett was going to do to him. He was able to recognize Bridget when she came around in front of him by her boots. She squatted down and placed a riding crop on the floor where he could he see it. Are still sure you want to be my slave boy? Yes, Mistress. What else was he going to say? It wasnt as if he had any choice in the matter at this point. Besides, even though he had never dared to fantasize about anything like this, he could not deny how incredibly aroused he was at that moment, looking into her eyes, that wicked grin on her beautiful face. She reached to the side and when her hand came back into his view she was holding a narrow wooden paddle. She placed it on the floor next to the riding crop. Again she reached over, this time holding a rubber mallet. Next came a pair of nails and a claw hammer, and finally the knife she had used to cut away his clothes. Are you still sure? Mike was speechless. What was she going to do to him? He wasnt even sure if he was going to live though this or not. Bridgett slapped him hard across the face, demanding an answer to her question. Mike felt his rampant erection pressing into his abdomen and he knew his answer. No matter what happened. Yes, Mistress. I love you, Mistress. When she stood up she took the riding crop with her. The bar was completely silent and he listened to the snap of her boots against the stage as she walked behind him. When she stopped it was as if the air itself tensed, and then the loud smack of the crop slamming into his exposed nuts broke the silence. The pain was so sudden and so strong he made the mistake of jumping hard, stretching his balls even farther and adding that much more to his pain. He heard some people in the crowd laughing and a few of them gasping, he wasnt sure but he thought he could hear some of the men masturbating, that slapping sound of a hand stroking up and down over a mans shaft. Bridgett slammed the riding crop down again and the pain that Mike felt wasnt confined to just his testes, it rushed though his entire body, he could barely breath. Before the pain had the chance to begin to subside she hit him again, and again. He lost count of the number of times that she hit him; it seemed to go on for hours. By the time she was finished he didnt even feel the pain any more, he had become numb to the beating, his body having shut off the nerves. When he heard her walking back around in front of him Mike rejoiced that it was finally over, and at the fact that he would be able to look upon her again, the torture of not being able to see his Goddess was almost as unbearable as what she was doing to his manhood. And then his eyes were drawn to the remaining objects before him. And fear gripped his heart again. She wouldnt, would she? She was crouched down under his head again, looking up at him. Mike was captured by her magnetic blue eyes. Do you still love me, she asked. There was no question about it. Yes, of course I love you, Mistress. She bared her wicked grin once more and grasped the wooden paddle. Before she walked around behind him she held the instrument in his face, giving him time for his predicament to fully register. The same process was repeated with the heavier instrument. Mike thought he was going to lose consciousness but at that moment one of the men in the audience jumped on to the stage and sprayed a thick stream of cum all over the side of his face. The thick fluid ran down his cheek and was dripping to the floor. The incident momentarily breathed new life into him. Bridgett didnt even slow in her beating. The other men in the crowd followed the first mans example and soon there was a circle of them standing around his head stroking their massive hard ons. A few minutes later he was drenched in their semen. Bridgett finished with the paddle, his balls felt like mush, but he knew that she wasnt finished yet. She ran her hand though the pool of cum that had dripped off his face and brought it up to his mouth. Eat it. Or Ill swing even harder. His tongue dipped into the salty tasting mess and his lapped it off her hand, struggling to swallow it down in his awkward position. She scooped more of it off the floor and fed to him before forcing him to lick the mess off the rubber mallet that had been in the middle of the jerk fest. He pleaded with his eyes, begging her not to do this to him anymore, but he wouldnt dare ask her to stop out loud. Again she asked, Do you still love me? He didnt hesitate. Yes, Mistress. Good. It was the first thing she said that night that held the slightest bit of encouragement to him, and it made him courageous. If this was what she wanted he was almost anxious for her to slam the mallet into his vulnerable sack. He would do anything for her, to make her happy, and that simple remark made him feel like that was what he was doing. She was behind him again and he braced himself for the impact. When it came he realized how pointless it was to try to prepare himself for it. On the third stroke he lost consciousness. He woke to find Ice holding a packet of smelling salts in his face. Apparently they had been prepared for this. Okay, hes awake, she called behind him, and the mallet started its work once more. He was amazed that he still had anything back there for her to torture, he would have thought that they would have buckled and popped by now, but apparently his nuts were much more resilient than he had given them credit. He knew they were still intact because he didnt think it would hurt this much if they had already been popped. She was back in front of him again. He was so exhausted from the beating he hadnt even noticed her coming around. She held the nails in her left hand and the claw hammer in her right. Do you still love me? Yes, Mistress. His voice was soft, he could barely force out the words, but there was conviction behind their meaning. He could feel her putting the nail into position above his left testicle, knew that she was getting ready to pound the nail though his ball, but part of him still thought that maybe, just maybe, she wouldnt do it. And then he felt the nail sink in. She pounded the nail all the way through his nut and into the wood of the platform. And then did the same to the other. Do you love me more than your balls, she asked when he regained his senses. Would you give them up for me? Would you cut them off for me? There was no reason for her to ask. He knew the question was coming and he knew what his answer was going to be. They never really belonged to him anyway; he was just holding them for her, just like he had been holding the keys to the padlock until she told him to hand them over. Yes, Mistress, he told her. And again she smiled broadly. She went behind him and removed the leash; it did nothing to relieve the tension on his scrotum though, the nails holding him firmly in the same position. Bridgett unlocked the stocks and released him from his bondage. He was so weak he couldnt even move, but Ice and another of the dancers, he thought her name was Diamond, lifted him into a standing position. His legs were still bound far out to either side, not that it mattered, he was exhausted and there was no way he could move anywhere. Bridgett had the knife in her hand, and then she was pressing it into his own hand. Prove it to me. Prove that you love me more than you love your balls and you can be my slave. Mike grinned at the woman he loved so much, she was finally asking him to be her slave. All he wanted more than anything else in the world was to serve this woman, to do anything that he could to make her happy. He had money and he knew that he could provide a good life for her and he knew that he would be able to follow any command that she gave him, even this one. He grasped the knife as tightly as he could in his weakened condition and looked at his mangled balls; there wasnt much point in not cutting them off now anyway, to be honest he didnt see how he would have been able to free himself from the platform without cutting them off. His Mistress had driven the nails in so far that his nuts had puffed out around the heads of the nails; there was no way he could get at the nails to dig them out. Maybe she had intended for the balls he was carrying to come off whether he wanted them to or not, she was testing him, seeing if he would brave enough to take them off himself. The knife was sharp, and it did the job well, cutting through the pouch of skin in one stroke, and he was free of the platform. Blood starting pouring out from where he had cut himself and Bridgett quickly pushed a towel between his legs to stem the flow. Everyone in the bar was clapping and shouting out their congratulations to both Bridgett and Mike. Bridgett would later use a soldering iron to cauterize his wound. She led him to what used to be his car at the end of the long night, supporting his weight. She would drive back to what had once been his house with him tucked nicely into the trunk, and the balls that he had held onto for her for twenty-nine years tucked into her purse. |