Rhode Rage

Rhode Rage

Chapter Seven – Anyone For Tennis?

By James Pendergrass

www.jamespendergrass.com

THREE WEEKS LATER...

"Four ounces, five grams.  You gained another gram, Roger!"  Vanessa hefted Roger’s increasingly cumbersome balls in her slender fingers.  She gave them a tug and a squeeze, while at the same time enjoying the tormented look on Roger’s face.  He was staring straight ahead, as he had been trained to do, not moving a muscle, the strain evident on his face.

Roger waited for Vanessa to release his balls.  She always liked to play with them after weighing him.  It was her way of emphasizing her superiority.  Today was a huge day.  After many starts and stops, today was the day Vanessa had promised that he would finally get to cum.

The past three weeks had been so difficult.  He was in a constant state of frustration.  His balls had become so heavy that he could feel their weight between his legs any time he walked anywhere.  About the only thing he could be happy about was that he hadn't been spanked in three full days.  His ass was less swollen than it had been in a month.  Oddly enough he found himself for the first time in his life almost craving a trip over the lap of a cruel, determined woman.  He had become accustomed to the comfort of submitting to a higher power. 

Kristin, in concert with Svetlana, had subjected him to every indignity imaginable.  They constantly found excuses to kick him in the balls and use the penis punishment button.  Whenever they detected the slightest hint of disrespect, Roger would find himself bottoms-up on one of their ruthless young laps for an always-severe blistering.  Both young women preferred the hairbrush.  It was so effective at getting the job done.  The oval shape of the brush seemed the perfect implement to deal with the misbehaving male bottom.  Roger's reaction to the brush was always so pleasing.  He clearly couldn't handle it.  Both Kristin and Svetlana agreed:  the hairbrush was incredibly effective when it came to yielding Roger’s full respect – and his tears.  They had taken to carrying one in their purse wherever they went.  You never knew when you might come across a male in need of correction.

Roger would never get used to the tremendous pain that the hairbrush brought him.  It played upon his psyche.  It got so that he threw away his own hairbrush and used a small plastic comb for his hair.  And even the stupid comb gave him chills.  His spankings brought such strong mixed emotions from Roger.  On the one hand, it gave him intense pleasure to feel his penis rubbing against Kristin or Svetlana's thighs.  The young women usually wore nylon pants, which created a teasing friction.  Combining it with their intoxicating female scents and it was as close to an orgasm as Roger could get these days.  Then the first jarring smack of the hairbrush would impact his buttocks and his entire world became centered around his sore ass.  His fear and respect for women soon increased exponentially. 

In addition, Svetlana had come up with a brilliant idea.  In order to properly entertain her and Kristin, Roger now had a special way of urinating when at work.  When he had to pee, he was forced to ask Kristin's permission.  On occasion, just for sport, Kristin would make him wait until his bladder was nearly overflowing.  Then, she, along with Svetlana (who, having nothing better to do until school began, spent most of her summer days helping Kristin at the front desk) would take Roger back to a rarely-used restroom in the back of the club.  There, they would lock the door and force Roger to throw his legs up into his air and pee onto his own face.  Both women greatly enjoyed the spectacle.  Especially hilarious was the fact that Roger always got an erection when forced to perform the disgusting task.  They ridiculed Roger, calling him a fool, a retard and a loser.  "Tell us how much you love it!" they would shout.  When it was over, Roger had to crawl to each of their feet and thank them for allowing him to relieve himself.  They'd done it four times to him and each time they seemed to enjoy themselves more than on the previous occasion.   

After the second time they made him piss in his own face, Roger had complained to Vanessa that his young female supervisors had taken things too far.  Vanessa responded by inviting Kristin and Svetlana into her office where they took turns spanking Roger until silver dollar-sized purple welts appeared on his ass.  At the end of the spanking, Roger was so inconsolable he had trouble regaining his breath.

Now, on the day he was supposed to be released from chastity, Roger waited obediently for his master’s command while she stood behind him and manipulated his poor, imprisoned penis.  Vanessa made great sport of his limp, dangling "manhood."  She loved the way it became so engorged yet the chastity device kept it so flaccid.  It allowed her to fiddle with his overly sensitive organ and drive him absolutely insane with desire.  Roger's eyes rolled back in his head as he was overcome with a tingling feeling in conjunction with the pain in his gut.  He struggled to keep still so Ms. Vanessa wouldn't find reason to punish him.  By now he knew that his movement during "inspection" resulted in an immediate trip over her lap, and an encounter with The Hairbrush.

Finally Vanessa stopped fondling him and pinched the head of his penis with great authority.  Roger's body went rigid.  "Look at how brainwashed you are," Vanessa said.  "In a matter of weeks you've gone from a brash, out-of-control male to a docile, obedient, puppet."

"Yes, master."

"And now today is your big day.  The day you get to produce your dirty goo for our amusement."  She gave his balls a playful tug.

Roger felt a thrill and an accompanying shiver of pleasure.  "Thank you, master."

"I’ve decided on a small change of plans," Vanessa said abruptly, releasing Roger's penis and causing it to fall onto her scale with a little thud.  "Your orgasm will be tomorrow instead IF you handle yourself accordingly this afternoon.  You're to be the ball boy for a tennis match me and the ladies will be having."

Roger felt the frustration boil up inside him.  How could she make him wait?  He'd been so good!  But now, his training kicked in.  A few weeks ago he might have shown his anger, but now he nodded his head and said, "Your wish is my command, master.  Thank you."

"Good boy," said Vanessa.  "Now put the scale away while I put my tennis clothing on.  She disappeared into the bathroom for a few minutes.  Roger had a silent temper tantrum, squeezing his eyes shut and nodding his head back and forth in the hopes that he might wake up from his nightmare. 

No such luck.  Vanessa returned wearing a short white tennis outfit.  Her skirt was high above her knees and offered Roger a glorious view of her thighs.  This only served to frustrate him further.

"Shall we?"  She opened the door and waited for him to walk naked into the hallway.  "Oh, I almost forgot," she said, reaching into her closet.

Roger felt relief as she closed the door.  The club was now closed but he didn't like the idea of being naked in the open spaces of the club.  His relief was short-lived though. 

Vanessa pulled out a pair of socks and men's tennis shoes and that was it.  "Size 10, your size," she quipped.  "Hurry up and put them on.  The other ladies are waiting."

When the shoes and sox were on, Roger looked up at Vanessa who had been standing in wait.  She was holding a leash in her hands.  "Just so there’s no mistaking the situation."  She laughed.  For a moment, Roger thought she might place it around his neck, but instead she fastened the leash securely around his cock and balls.  She secured it tight enough to make it uncomfortable while allowing just enough blood flow to keep Roger from major health problems.  “There we go.  It’s amazing how your silly public parts were built for leashing.”

Roger felt more exposed than ever as Vanessa escorted him to the tennis courts.  He walked behind her as she tugged him along by his penis and balls.  Occasionally she gave a quick yank just to remind him who was boss.  As if he needed any reminder. 

Just before Vanessa reached the entrance to the tennis area, she stopped and faced Roger.  "When we reach the court, you're to walk bow-legged as a sign of respect for the females.  Also, make sure you march with a high leg kick so that your penis bobs up and down.  I want to make it abundantly clear how obedient you are and how eager you are to provide visual amusement for the Females in attendance."

When Roger arrived at the tennis court, he didn't like what he saw.  Svetlana and Kristin were on one side of the court.  They exchanged volleys with what appeared to be a youthful version of Vanessa, a gorgeous young woman who looked like a great tennis player.  Seated on a bench next to the court, much to Roger's dismay, was the buxom blonde bitch.  Roger recalled her name was Brooke.  She was the one who had belted him.  Next to her, looking quite resplendent in a pair of jeans with little boots, was Maya.

All the women stopped what they were doing and focused their eyes on Roger as he approached.  Roger felt great shame as he saw all of them smiling like cats that ate the canary.  He made sure to pick his legs up high and spread his legs wide.  The last thing he wanted to do was anger his master. 

Vanessa spoke loudly, her voice full of glee:  “Most of you know about Roger the pervert, but not all of you have seen him in action.  I ran into this jackass on the road a few months ago.  He gave me a finger and called me a cunt.  I discovered he was a penis jerking pervert and a wimp who loved being dominated by women.  Just look at him now!”

The women clapped their hands and smiled as Roger marched in, his loose parts jiggling up and down.   The younger version of Vanessa came jogging over with a huge smile on her face.  Roger was so humiliated he nearly passed out from the dizziness.

Vanessa tugged at his leash and announced proudly, and much too loudly for Roger’s liking:  “This complete imbecile has agreed to be our bellboy this evening.  Right, Roger?”

“Yes ma’am.”  Roger couldn’t believe the way she spoke of him.

Kristin strode over and gave him a playful swat on his behind with the tennis racket.  He hadn't been spanked in a few days, but the blow still jolted him.  All the women gathered around him.  Vanessa made him fall to his knees and recite his pledge:

"I pledge to worship the superior female gender.  As an inferior ego and penis-driven male, I lack the self control and mind power of the Female.  My penis is slave to the all-powerful vagina.  It is only through worship of the superior female gender that I can fulfill my potential as a male human being.  My sole purpose is to honor and obey my master, the vagina and the woman in control of her vagina."

Maya turned to Kristin and laughed loudly.  "You weren't kidding.  This is hilarious." 

"Oh my fucking god, mom!" said the young version of Vanessa.  "You have outdone yourself this time."

"Roger," said Vanessa.  "This is my daughter, Leah.  Please give her a proper introduction."

Roger immediately fell to the hard tennis court so that he was on his belly.  He wriggled his way forward until he reached Leah's tennis shoes and he planted several kisses on each foot.  He could hear the girl laughing.  "Goodness, how pathetic is that?”

"Roll over so and spread your legs, so my daughter can get a good look at every inch of you," said Vanessa. 

When Roger did as instructed, Leah howled.  "Now I see why he's so obedient.  Look at what you've done to his penis!  You rule, mom."

Roger burned with humiliation as she joked about his most private part to the other women.  The other women then spent a few moments discussing it.  They used words like "gherkin, pin-dick,” and “shrimp-dick.”  They talked about how funny it looked inside the sheath.

“And look at the size of that ugly-ass scrotum,” Leah mused.  “It looks all swollen and pent up!”

The women all laughed.  “Shake your ass and jiggle those balls for our amusement, boy,” said Vanessa.

Roger did as he was told, and the women all absolutely howled at the sight.

Vanessa gave Roger instructions on his role as ball boy.  "It's quite simple," she said.  Vanessa and Leah would pair up in a doubles match against Svetlana and Kristin.  They would play the best of three sets, which means the game had a chance to last for two hours.  Roger was responsible for clearing the court of tennis balls.  He was expected to hustle at all times.  "If any of us notices you slacking or falling behind, you'll be over my lap so fast you won't know what hit you," Vanessa warned, much to the delight of the other women.  "I won't be happy about delaying the match, but I won't hesitate."  Vanessa turned to Leah.  “You see, this way we’re going to whip his fat ass into shape.”

All the women looked so sexy in their tennis skirts.  Roger felt the tightening begin anew around his penis.  Little did he know what else Vanessa had in store for him.

Brooke handed Vanessa a small 6”x8” by one inch thick wooden platter.  The platter had a smallish hole in the middle of it that was buffeted by sturdy black rubber.  The platter was actually two 3x8" pieces of wood joined by a hinge at one end.  That way, it could be divided and then closed like a steel trap on a certain "object." 

"You didn't think I would make things that easy for you, Roger.  Did I?" Vanessa explained that the platter was a femdom sex device.  She then proceeded to place it on Roger's groin.  While the other women looked on, she squeezed the two wooden ends shut around Roger's penis and balls.  Vanessa then locked the platter into place with an adjustable latch at the non-hinged end.  She made sure to do it extra tight so Roger's genitals could not possibly slip out of the platter during his movements.  Roger winced as she locked it into place.  The result was that Roger's penis and balls were forced forward from between his legs and put on lewd display in front of his body.  It was an awkward, painful contraption. 

The women all admired the device.  "Let me explain, ladies," Vanessa began.  "This way his penis and balls can't hide between his legs.  It will be on display for our viewing pleasure at all times.  The pain will also remind him of who is in charge."

"Just wonderful," said Kristin.

"One last thing, Roger," said Vanessa.  "Since Brooke and Maya will be watching the match, they will supervise you with the remote control.  If either of them is unhappy with your effort, you can expect an attitude adjustment in the form of a female-administered groin punishment.  Now ladies, let's play some tennis!"  

Leah chimed in.  The girl was clearly thrilled to be a part of this, and she spoke with total sarcasm.  “But wait, mom, how the hell is he supposed to be an effective ball boy?  On top of everything else, he’s a fat ass.  We don’t want to have to wait all day long for him to fetch balls.”

“That’s his problem, honey.” 

The match began.  The first time the ball hit the net and Roger had to retrieve it, he was greeted with hysterical laughter.  "Look at his penis!" said Leah with sheer glee.  The other women on court doubled over in hysterics.  Roger looked down and could see why.  With each stride, his penis and balls jiggled and bounced up and down.  Adding to the ridiculousness was the fact that the platter forced him to run with his legs spread and his ass puckered wide open.  When Roger leaned over to pick up the ball, he felt a wrenching in his groin as his balls attempted to pull back naturally between his legs but were rudely rebuffed by the platter.  The pain was intense.  He staggered and nearly fell forward onto his face.  Then he took off running again, penis bobbing up and down like the punching bag it had become.  He looked down again and his balls were already red and swollen.

Just before he reached the sidelines he felt a nasty jolt that took him off his feet and made him collapse in agony into the doubles lane.  Brooke had hit the punishment button!  All four women on the court were laughing almost uncontrollably. 

"Brooke," said Vanessa after she caught her breath.  "Don't use that button again or we'll never get this match in." 

After that, things settled down.  The women eventually got used to the sight of Roger's limp noodle of a penis and swollen scrotum.  The match became intense.  Roger hustled around, feeling an increasing pain in his balls and sweating profusely.  After an hour had passed, Roger was exhausted.  He was also becoming increasingly frustrated.  Thoughts of "How did I let this happen to me?" became more frequent.

Meanwhile, each time the women exchanged courts, they would take the opportunity to fondle Roger's balls and his penis.  This only served to increase his frustration.  Good thing he was able to hide his true feelings.  Leah in particular took the handle of the tennis racket and gave his balls a few jabs.  She laughed in amazement as Roger bowed and thanked her for the attention. 

Finally, at long last, just when Roger was ready to collapse in exhaustion, the match ended.  Vanessa and her daughter prevailed 6-4, 2-6, 7-5. 

Roger put his hands on his knees and tried to catch his breath.  He looked down at his cock and balls.  Both were purple and raw from all the wrenching that had taken place each time he had to lean over and pick up the tennis ball.  The women all sat on the bench, drinking water and talking about the match.  Roger was left alone wishing he could have some water, but knowing better than to ask.

"Ladies," Vanessa said once everyone had calmed down.  "Today was the day Roger was to be released from his belt so he could masturbate his penis and relieve the pressure that's been building in that ugly scrotum over the past month.  Based on his effort, do you think he deserves it?  Obviously he isn't qualified to make the decision so I'm going to put his fate in your feminine hands.   Kristin, since you are his boss, you should decide first.  Then Svetlana.  Then Maya.  Then Brooke.  Then finally Leah."

Kristin: "I'm afraid my answer is no, Vanessa.  Although he tried very hard in a physical sense, I thought it was quite apparent that he was getting angry and frustrated inside.  He's so stupid he thinks we can't notice.  Well Roger, we can. [Looking at Roger intently]  If it's up to me, consider yourself denied." 

Svetlana: "Absolutely not.  Kristin is correct.  The fool thinks we can't notice it when he is being disrespectful, but it's quite simple to read his mind.  The answer is absolutely no."

Maya: "He seems so much better behaved since you first put him in chastity.  I think we should keep it that way.  My vote is to keep him locked up for the time being."

Roger felt his despair growing.  A majority had been reached.

Brooke: [laughing] "Of course not.  Males like Roger understand one thing.  He needs another reminder of his place at our feet."

Leah: "I think we should let him jerk off.  Kidding!  Of course you should keep him locked up, mom.  Let me make this unanimous.  [Turning to Roger]  The answer is 'no.' Your pleasure is under the strict control of women and that's the way it will always be.  Forever."

Roger lost it.  He didn't know why, but he had enough.  He broke down in tears and shouted, "No fair!  NO FAIR!"  He began jumping up and down, and this only caused his penis to bounce futilely in the air, which made for wonderful imagery to the women in attendance.  Then he fell to the ground and began sobbing.

"Who has a hairbrush handy?" said Vanessa.

Roger felt a chill.  For a moment nobody could find one.  It seemed as though Roger would get a reprieve since hands didn't hurt anywhere nearly as much as the hairbrush.  Then Svetlana said, "Wait one moment."  She reached into her Gucci handbag and produced the dreaded object, much to the joy of the other women.

Roger was passed from one lap to the next.  They made him keep wearing the platter, which only assisted in causing his penis to rub against their skirts.  More importantly, the women all spanked extremely hard and without mercy.  Maya and Leah were both naturals.  Leah in particular spanked him with wild abandon.  For the women, it was an exceedingly satisfying end to a joyous afternoon of female dominance.  For Roger, it was a particularly painful end to a devastating afternoon.  Spurred on by Brooke who insisted they treat me especially rough, the women all acted as though they had a bone to pick with Roger.  And boy did they ever light a fire under him.  His cries echoed off the ceiling and the walls.  Long after they finished spanking him, Roger continued his deep sobs.

"Imagine if all men were treated this way," concluded Vanessa.  "There would be so much less violence in the world."

“Wait mom,” said Leah.  I want us to play one last game before we let him off the hook.  I think each of us women should have a chance to finish him off.”

“I think he’s already finished off.”

”Well true, but his stupid gonads make such an inviting target, I want to try an experiment.  She whispered her idea among the women while Roger lay by, still sobbing softly, trying to gather himself. 

“That’s a frigging awesome idea,” Kristin said.  The other women echoed her sentiment.  It was up to Vanessa to deliver the bad news.  “Roger, since we’re playing tennis we think it’s only fair if each of us gets a chance to nail you in the nuts with a good hard shot.  To Leah’s point, it just seems like we’d be missing out a great opportunity since we have you here.”

They made Roger stand in front of the net, legs spread.  Then he was ordered to hold his penis up against the platter so that his balls were fully exposed.  The four female tennis players gathered by the baseline and eyed the target.

“Okay Roger,” said Vanessa.  We each get one shot to hit you.  If we miss, then you’re off the hook.  I hope you realize us ladies are tough but fair when it comes to disciplining you.

Roger stood just in front of the net.  What more could they do?  Well, he looked at the bright side.  Even though his balls were swollen, the odds of one of the women nailing him with a tennis ball appeared to be not so good.  It would take a perfect shot.  Then again, the women were all terrific players.  They played six times per week.  Roger would hope for the best.

Kristin was first.  She bounced the ball once on the baseline and hit a wicked topspin shot that looked like it was headed for big trouble.  At the last second, the ball dipped too low and hit the bottom of the platter, only an inch or two from Roger’s sack.  He winced but no damage was done.  “Damn it!” Kristin said with a smile.  “I was so close!”

Then came Svetlana.  She tried a serve and it missed Roger entirely.  Two down, two to go.

Leah was next.  “I’m going to blast your balls into next week,” she said.  “And that’s a promise.”  The lovely girl tried a topspin forehand and it looked like it was headed for trouble.  The ball crashed into Roger’s stomach and rattled his ribcage.  It hurt, but it was better than the alternative.  “Oh well - at least I hit him somewhere,” she said.  “Okay mom, your turn.  It would be so fitting if you got the job done.”

“I’m going to try,” Vanessa said. 

“Do your two-handed backhand,” said Leah.  “It’s your best shot by far.  Hey I have an idea.  I’ll feed you an easy shot from over here.” 

“Good idea,” said Vanessa.

“Come on, Vanessa.  You can do it!” said Kristin.

Roger was already breathing a sigh of relief.  The odds were in his favor.  There was no way she’d be able to do it.  The target was too small.  He even relaxed his muscles.  The ordeal would be finished soon.

Leah tossed Vanessa a tennis ball from the side.  Vanessa took one step forward and swung with a great amount of power, generating torque from her toned thighs and pert ass.  What happened next was something nobody in attendance would ever forget, especially Roger.  Vanessa unleashed an absolute bullet – a line drive with next to no topspin.  Roger watched with total horror as the ball seemed to hone in on his scrotum like a heat-seeking missile.

SPLAT!!!!!!!!

It was the type of shot that couldn’t be repeated if the women all had a hundred more tries.  The tennis ball crunched Roger’s scrotum with such perfect accuracy that his swollen nuts seemed to absorb the entire impact.  The ball literally fell at Roger’s feet, after basically compressing Roger’s nuts to such an extent that they came within a hair of rupturing.  Roger let out a weird high-pitched noise and collapsed.

The tennis club echoed with the thrilled laughter and celebration of six women.  The women all gathered around Vanessa and offered her their hearty congratulations, which she sheepishly accepted.  A few feet away, her male victim had rolled up into a little ball, his hands desperately massaging his damaged junk.  The pain wasn’t going away.  Roger managed to pick his head up in time to see his Female Superiors celebrating.  Vanessa looked particularly pleased with herself.