MF/m humiliation degradation control authoritarian submission
This story is completely fictional. I, Sir Jef outlined the story for
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Balls on the Line Chapter 4
The next few days were a blur. I vaguely remember Jake call and cancel on me and that I was relieved at being spared the pain of another ball kicking. But something else about it gnawed at me and I couldn't put my finger on it.
Of course Nancy denied me sex now and seemed to be distant and even smiling as she said 'No'. I wanted to get myself off but I couldn't bear the idea for some reason. The thought of getting off to the things that had me confused and hot made me sick to my stomach. I pleaded with Nancy to have sex but her reaction that night cut me deep and left me lost.
"Nope. Sorry marc but you ain't getting it unless Jake says otherwise." I couldn't even answer.
So here I am days later, horny and denied, with no idea what to do next. Jake hadn't called me since the night he cancelled and I couldn't bring myself to send anything other than a couple of texts saying 'What's up?'. Texts that were obviously ignored or just laughed at. I couldn't fathom what might be going on in his head, or in Nancy's. All I could do was focus on work and hope it all fixed itself.
No such luck.
Another late night for Nancy and as I sat at home waiting, trying to take my mind off of my cold sweat and inability to even touch myself, my phone rang.
Looking down at the caller ID made my blood freeze in my veins.
It was Jake.
Of course I answered.
"Hey Jake, how's it going?"
Silence.
"Uhm, Jake you there?"
I could have sworn I heard muffled laughter.
"Yup. Jake here. How's it hanging, marc?" More laughter.
"I... uhm... you know, fine." His breathing was getting labored.
"I see you forgot your manners. Is that how you answer me?"
"I... no.. no, sir. Sorry sir."
"Better. Fucking idiot. Well it does show that you're as backed up as Nancy said." The laughter was muffled but it was there. Jake wasn't alone and whomever it was could hear what was going on.
They could hear my humiliation and my weak voice.
"Yuh... yes sir."
"So haven't even pulled that little pud of yours, bitch?"
"Please sir don't call me that..."
"Beg me, bitch."
"Please sir please don't call me that..."
"Call you what, bitch? You'll need to be specific."
"Sir please don't call me a bitch, I...."
"Shut the fuck up, bitch. You and I both know now that I can call you whatever you want. You have no girl, no spine, and your balls are well... only good for one thing."
"Sir, please..."
"Well, it's the truth, right?"
"No, I mean..."
"Did you just tell me NO bitch?"
"No, I didn't mean, that is..." I was stammering like a 12 year old who pissed off his dad. I couldn't believe how fucked up this all felt, but here I was.
Begging forgiveness.
"Please sir I didn't mean to..."
"Enough. Shut your fucking mouth. Obviously you're worse off than I thought. Just a broken, horny, excuse of a man. Anyway, I'm bored so here's the deal. You will come over to my place by the beach, tomorrow night. Expect to stay late, and you don't come over until I call you, is that clear?"
"I.. please..." "I'll take that as a yes. I am going to be working on your manners, bitch. So yeah, until tomorrow you keep your hands off your useless little dick and maybe, just maybe, I'll give you what you want."
I was at a loss for words. Nothing came to my mind but a weak feeling of relief for some vague reason. I felt as if I was in a fog, lost to reason.
"I'm done for now. Say goodnight, fuckwad."
"Good night sir."
Click. And just like that I was confused and horny all over again with no idea how to stop it. That wasn't exactly true. I knew, somehow, that Jake would take care of it. And I also knew I would regret it. I must have dozed off because my watch said 3AM as the front door opened. I heard her laughter and I could tell right away that Nancy was tipsy, at least. Obviously she had a lot of fun and was still smiling from her evening away from me.
"Hey hon, I'm home!" There was that sarcasm in her voice again, a quality I was growing fond of as it at least SEEMED sweet and understanding. Maybe the reality of how she REALLY felt wasn't sinking in just yet, or maybe I wanted to imagine a time before she was... like this towards me. That time seemed so long ago now.
"Uhm, hi Nancy. Welcome home." What was I saying??
Her laughter had her asking the same question as she stared at me blankly.
"Wow. Really, marc?" She cocked her head a little to the side in a way that I was also getting used to. The look of someone assessing a child or maybe someone a little slow on the uptake.
I was a little of both right now.
"I, I just mean I am happy to have you home." Even I thought that sounded weak.
"marc honey you are making me sick right now." Her voice had an edge in it. Instead of railing against it or trying to explain myself, i surprised myself with the words that followed.
"I'm sorry Nancy."
Her jaw almost dropped and as her lovely mouth opened I could see her red lipstick was smeared and her makeup was in slight disarray. I couldn't take in a breath as my heart sunk to the floor. Before I could speak, Nancy had closed the distance from the front door to the couch where I sat. Her eyes were alight with fire, an almost hatred.
Not almost.
"You fucking spineless sack of SHIT! I come home at three in the morning and all you can do is apologize when I tell you that you are making me SICK? What the fuck is WRONG with you?" She almost raised her hand as she said it. She seemed to genuinely reel herself in for a moment.
And then let go.
"Fuck it.." SLAP! Her hand connected with my cheek so hard my head snapped a little to the side. I was at a loss and simply stared down for a second.
That, apparently, was a mistake.
SLAP! SLAP!! She leaned in and let me have it, her dainty hand feeling like a ton of bricks as she crossed my cheeks and back handed me in a fluid motion that just left me stunned and out of breath.
"Fucking..." SLAP! "Weak ass..." SLAP!! "Son of a BITCH!" SLAP!! SLAP!!
"I cannot fucking BELIEVE you? I am sitting here slapping the shit out of you and all you can do is sit there and apologize... that fucking mouth of yours is getting on my last goddamn nerve..."
Although I stared downward, scared and nearly shaking, her silence just then frightened me worst of all.
She had an idea. Something flew into her mind and at the moment I was scared for my very life, but all I could do about it was tremble and wait for whatever came next. I tried to move, tried to speak, but my voice caught in my throat and my lips went numb.
If only they would remain numb.
I felt her hand grab my hair roughly and twist my face up towards her. I expected to see her eyes filled with fury but instead I saw something else entirely.
She had spun around, hiked up her short skirt, and revealed her lovely ass in too-tight panties. Black panties that were clearly damp, at least. A moment later I found out for certain.
Driving my face into her ass, she ground my head against her hot rear and the soaking-wet panties she had obviously put back on after having... fun. The smell of her sex, and maybe someone else's, was obvious and assaulted my senses. It was all I could do to get a breath before I heard her commanding voice cut into me.
"Slide my panties to the side with your tongue, bitch, and lick my ass. I think I may have found another use for that fucking worthless tongue of yours... cleaning out your ex-lover's asshole!" She laughed a little, even though I know part of her had trouble letting me have it like that I could tell she was in a frenzy and enjoying herself more than she has in a long time.
So of course I complied. Gently I wiggled my tongue, dry from my fear, to the line of her panties and slid them to the side. The salty taste of her sweat, plus whatever else, instantly hit my tongue. I didn't even slow down, but instead moved my mouth hard against her to pry the panties to one side. All I could think of was her command and finding a way to wiggle my tongue into her hungry ass.
I could hear her moan and giggle as my tongue found it's mark. The taste was... unpleasant, but the idea of displeasing her was even less so. All I could think of was making her happy, even as I had been denied and suffering in pain for almost a week now. The slurping of my tongue caught my attention even as her labored breathing did. Just then I could make out the things she was muttering, hissing, at me under her fevered breath...
"Fucking bitch... tongue that hole and scoop out his mess, yeah, just like that.... how's the salty taste of another man's sperm?" Her voice rose on that last point and I stopped for a minute, frozen and horrified. As a Doctor the obvious questions scrambled through my head even as what was left of my masculinity screamed at me.
I should have known better than to stop, even so.
"What the FUCK? Did I SAY you could stop? Little bitch I am so fucking close... if you don't get that tongue back to work on his cum I swear to god I am going to..." Her voice trailed off as I heard 'his cum'. I couldn't believe what was happening.
Or what I did next.
I continued to lick her ass out as it were a delicious slice of heaven. Because for some reason, to me, just then, it really was.
My wiring was so gone and criss-crossed I couldn't stop myself even as I tried to figure out what day it was and what the fuck was going on.
"Yesss... back to work, little bitch... god yes, just like that... don't even slow down or I am going to fuck you up. Yesss.... more... uhnnnnn..." She was grinding against my face as I sat there, pressed down into the couch, my face practically just a sex toy for her use. She rode my tongue and face like I was a saddle and all I could do was keep licking her out, slurping down whatever slime dribbling down my throat out of the tasty crack of her delicate ass.
"Fuck yes, much better... so close... oh god..." I could feel her fingers working her sex even as my tongue burrowed ever further into her asshole. I was rimming her and she was about to cum because of my tongue deep in her rosebud.
"Yes, bitch... you are such a little bitch... if I knew it was THIS easy to get you to lick my ass I would have fucked around on you a LONG time ago.... god yes..." She was lost to her own comments, ignoring me completely as she fucked my face, hard.
"Oh, so close now, don't you dare stop or I will slap your shit around like the whore you really are.. that's it... my fucking whore... no sex for you and you bury your tongue up my shithole like it was a fucking cheesecake. You disgusting little maggot... fuck yeah... keep moving that tongue just like that, fuck... god damn you are getting me off... little whore..."
Her filthy words only served to spur me on. I could only cradle her tender cheeks in my hands as my mouth suckled at her ass. Her fingers were pounding away from the front as my face became part of her rear. She kept grinding on me, heedless of my need to breath, and all I could do was snatch a gasp of air to one side as my tongue stretched to the limit to drive into her. I never let it leave her flesh, not even for a second, partly because I was afraid of another beating, but also, in some twisted way, i wanted to make her happy. I wanted to bring her pleasure even at the cost of my pride, my manhood, my relationship.
"Bitch.. fucking little bitch with his tongue all up my ass. Where is your smart ass medical jargon NOW you fucking tool? Nope, your tongue is only good for one thing and that is riding my ass until I finish!"
And at that moment a thought drilled into my brain like a hot knife. My head felt like it would split open in the moments that her gasping became orgasmic.
I wasn't going to cum. I was stiff as a fucking board, straining in my pants as I sat there impotently tonguing her ass out for her pleasure. My own, neglected, cock dripped uselessly in my pants while she enjoyed a hammering orgasm.
"FUCK! Fuck YES!! Do NOT stop you fucking bitch...."
Her ass convulsed on my face as she shuddered through it. I knew when she was truly cumming, and I could feel her hot flesh warp around my head as she finished herself off, my tongue sore and throbbing as I drove it home into her.
I wasn't going to cum. I wasn't allowed. The fucking insanity of it all was that I was not ALLOWED to cum?
The idea drove me crazy but all I could do was finish my former girlfriend's orgasm, and keep cleaning out her hungry asshole. All the while her moans kept throbbing through my face, the vibrations from her cheeks, as she smothers me.
"Uhnn.... yes...god, another one... fuck..." After shuddering for what seemed an eternity, she rested against my face, her ass hot and I could feel her breathing slow. She was coming down and could barely stand. Her orgasm had rocked her completely and I was waiting, desperately, for the sweet words of praise afterwards.
It would be a long wait.
"You are such a fucking bitch, aren't you?" Her voice still had that glow of pleasure but there was no trace of gratitude or understanding. Her tone was cold and cruel.
"God you just tongued my ass, and cleaned out a real man's cum? I fingered myself to a great orgasm and you just sat there and didn't even TRY to touch yourself? How fucking pathetic is THAT? Do you even KNOW why you just sat there and ate my ass without even thinking of yourself?" Her voice had a sweet tinge to it that made my skin crawl. Her derision and sarcasm was thick and it was all I could do to avoid crying. Or running away like some scared child.
"God you make me sick..." She couldn't even look at me as she straightened herself up, hiking her soaked panties up and flattening out her skirt as if nothing happened. And without even acknowledging that I was sporting a painful boner staring straight up at the ceiling through my tented pants.
"Fucking weak ass..." And she turned and walked to the bedroom without even looking at me.
"But Nancy, I love you..." If she heard it, she didn't seem to care. The door slammed shut and I could hear our... that is HER... bedroom door lock shut. Denied to me like so many other things now.
I sat there, no idea how long, just staring down and wondering why I didn't raise a finger through it all.
Her coming home... unkempt.
The slapping assault that would clearly leave marks. I could feel my face numb in places from her hands.
Her ordering me to tongue her used ass clean. And my obedience.
The orgasms she felt while I sat here... unattended.
And the final insult. After coming home so late after clearly enjoying the pleasure of another man, a 'real man' as she said, she went to bed and locked me out of what was once 'our' bedroom. I would sleep on the couch, if I could sleep at all. So pent up and frustrated, all I could do was fume.
Until my phone rang. Without looking I answered. Maybe Nancy had changed her mind and rather than get up, simply apologize over the phone?
"Hey assclown."
Jake's voice dispelled the illusion.
"Hi Jake."
"Fuck, you really are a mess. You just got fucked over by Nancy, you just ate her ass out while SHE orgasmed, you get locked out of the bedroom and all you got in you is 'Hi Jake'. Nancy's right. You ARE a little bitch, aren't you?"
"Well, it isn't exactly like that..."
"Fuck you. What did I say?"
"I...."
"Spit it out, asshole."
"You're right. I am a bitch." The words tumbled out again numbly. I felt like a puppet just dancing to whichever Master pulled my strings.
"Yup. A total bitch. Bet you STILL haven't touched yourself, have you?"
"I.... that is..."
"Fucking say it. I have no patience with you, boy."
"I didn't touch myself."
"You didn't touch yourself WHAT?" His voice was stern, commanding. I was getting used to it.
"I didn't touch myself Sir."
"HA! You really are a joke. Fucking spineless little bitch. Stay horny, asshole. The only time you get to cum is when I make you PAY for it. Understood?"
"Yes sir."
"Excellent. The dog can be trained."
For a moment I thought about saying something to this latest degrading insult. I finally did...but it wasn't what you might expect a man to say under the circumstances.
"Thank you, sir."
But then, I knew I wasn't really a man anymore. Not exactly.