The Field Day

"Does it matter which testicle we remove?" asked another one of the board members.

"Actually, yes," she replied. "All the male world leaders unanimously voted for the left testicle to be removed. For some reason men are always willing to give their left testicle if they have a choice."

More laughter came from the group of ladies.

"Oh, that reminds me, we will not dispose of the testicles," added Une Maitresse Femme. "We will preserve them in an acrylic cube and with their name and photo laser etched into it. Each facility will have a storage room dedicated for them."

"Wow, a room full of naughty balls," said one of the ladies giggling.

"Precisely," replied Une Maitresse Femme. She looked at her watch. "I only have a few hours before I head to the States. We should continue with the rest of our agenda."

*****

Back at the M.A.M.A. facility where Brandon is being held, Head Mistresses walked into the IT room where Marg was waiting for her.

"Oh good you're here," replied Marg. "I was just about to call you. We found a virus installed onto our server."

"A virus?" Head Mistress said.

"Yes," said Marg. "The primary protocol of the virus was to unlock the inmates' doors, then unlock all exit doors and elevators allowing them to escape."

"What a poorly planned attempt," said Head Mistress. "Even with all the doors unlocked, the males still had the ball shockers and our cameras were still running. Catching them and stopping them was simple."

"Well, the secondary protocol of the virus was to deactivate all the ball shockers and the cameras, but it failed to do so," replied Marg. "We lucked out though. Head Quarters had all facilities update their cameras a few weeks ago, including us. So the virus was designed to work for the old camera system."

"That was lucky I suppose," responded Head Mistress. "Why didn't the ball shockers deactivate then?"

"Because of a recent firmware update which added extra security protocols that were able to block the virus," she said. "Otherwise, they would have deactivated. Lucky again."

"Lucky indeed," she replied. "Had the ball shockers deactivated we wouldn't have been able to stop the inmates from escaping."

Head Mistress was very much aware of the greater physical strength males have over females. Without the ability to zap their balls, the men would easily overpower the women in the facility by force. She was glad it didn't come to that. Knowing the type of troubled young men they detain for correction; things could have gotten ugly.

Returning to the issue at hand Head Mistress asked "How did this virus get on our network? I thought we had the best firewalls."

"We do," replied Marg. "But this virus didn't infiltrate from the outside, it was installed from within our network.

"From within?" said Head Mistress in a surprised tone. "Are you saying this was an inside job?"

"Possibly," said Marg. "The virus was uploaded from a computer within the facility. But only certain users have the access codes and passwords. Somehow another user got a hold of them."

"This is very disturbing," replied Head Mistress.

"There's also a chance this was done remotely through a VPN," added Marg. "In that case it might not be an inside job, but rather a very good hacker."

"Do you know who's computer it was uploaded from?" asked Head Mistress.

"Not at this time," replied Marg. "The virus has also locked us out of the server that runs all the workstations. So we can't see which computer it came through. We will need to hack into our own server to get back control of it. I already sent a request form corporate to send us our in house hackers."

Head Mistress paused for a second to think. Brandon is a computer engineer. Maybe he can help.

"Perhaps we don't have to wait for our hackers to arrive. One of the male inmates is a computer engineer. Let's put him to use," said Head Mistress.

"A computer engineer?" asked Marg in a surprised tone. "I thought all the males here were a bunch of morons who can't take a piss without wetting the front of their pants!"

"Well that's true for the rest of them, but every once in a while we get a smart one in our program," Head Mistress replied. "He's having breakfast. I'll bring him here after."

"What if he refuses to help?" asked Marg.

Head Mistress smiled. "We literally have him by his balls. Refusing is not really an option for him."

Both women laughed out loud.

Head Mistress exited the IT room and headed towards the cafeteria. When she arrived almost everyone was finishing their breakfast. She saw Brandon eating at the foot of Jillian as usual. She took her seat and was immediately served her meal. As she ate, she noticed one of the males who she had shrink wrapped and sentenced to be a worm for their attempt to escape slither over to her feet and began licking her toes through his spider gag. She couldn't even identify which male he was. He was mumbling some pleas, but it was not understandable. She simply continued to enjoy her meal.

A few minutes later one of the security guards approached her and whispered something into her ear while showing her something on a tablet. It was footage of Ethan masturbating in his bed. She shook her head in disappointment.

Moments later Head Mistress stood up to make her morning announcements.

"Everyone. I have some rather disturbing news," she said. "It seems one of you was very naughty last night."

Ethan who was kneeling beside his mistress began to sweat in a panic.

"One of you was caught masturbating," she exclaimed turning to look directly at Ethan. "This is a very serious offense here at M.A.M.A."

Ethan immediately began frantically crawling over to her feet and began begging. "I'm sorry mistress. I didn't mean to. Please don't.... Ahhhh"

His mistress Sarah zapped his balls as he was approaching the Head Mistress. "Stay right there," she yelled as she walked over to him.

"I couldn't help it. I'm sorry. Please forgive me," he continued to beg. "Your touch was so tender I couldn't resist. I succumb to temptation. Please.... Ahhhh" He received another shock.

Head Mistress stood up angry at his last statement and walked up to Ethan who was whimpering in fear and regret. "Take him to his punishment room," she commanded. "You know the protocol for this."

Ethan was dragged out of the room by his balls as he audibly pled for mercy and forgiveness but was to no avail. His fate had been sealed.

Head Mistress walked back to her table and continued with her announcements.

"As most of you are aware today's Thursday. We be having our weekly Field Day today," she said. "It starts at 9am as usual. Everyone except these four worms and now Ethan is expected to participate."

Moments later everyone slowly made their way out of the cafeteria. Head Mistress called Jillian over. Heather joined them.

"Ladies, I need to borrow Brandon for a little while," she said. "He might be useful with our investigation into the hacking. Because of his career background."

Jillian and Heather both looked at each other. They weren't expecting this.

"Sure. Whatever you need Head Mistress," replied Jillian. "Do you need anything from us?"

"No, you two can just relax for a bit," she said. "Feel free to torment the worms here for your own amusement."

Jillian and Heather smiled at each other. "That sounds like fun," said Jillian.

Head Mistress took ahold of Brandon's balls leash and walked him out if the room.

Jillian walked over to the nearest worm and pushed him with her foot to roll him on his back. She planted her shoe directly over his spider gag and said, "Start licking worm."

Heather did the same thing with another worm, only with her bare foot. It was a great way to spend some downtime for both of them.

Meanwhile Head Mistress and Brandon arrived in the IT room where Marg was waiting.

"Ok Marg. Here he is," said Head Mistress. "Our computer wizard."

Marg immediately took notice to how handsome and attractive Brandon was. She was afterall only a few years older than him. His lean and fit naked body sent tingles to her pussy. And then she saw his man package hanging plump between his legs.

"Woah mamma," she accidentally said aloud.

Being in the administration floor she rarely gets to see any of the inmates. So she's not used to seeing gorgeous naked young men every day.

Brandon also took notice of Marg. She wasn't as attractive to him as the mistresses and guard's downstairs. She had a heavier physique with a big round ass. He also noticed her spandex suit was green, but her breasts weren't sticking out.

Head Mistress took notice of Marg gawking at Brandon's naked body. "Get it out if your system Marg," she. "We have work to do."

"Right... sure...," replied Marg. "Have a seat at this computer."

Head Mistress directs Brandon to the chair to sit down. It was a hard plastic chair with no cushion. She slipped his leash under the backrest and pulled his balls back as he was lowering his ass towards the chair. This caused him to sit directly on his balls.

"Unghh...," grunted Brandon as his balls were squished under his own weight.

"Hahaha!" laughed Head Mistress. "This should make you work quickly. The faster you find who we are looking for. The faster your balls are relieved."

"Unghh... But mistress. You haven't... Unghh... told me why I'm here," replied Brandon as the ache in his balls slowly increased.

"A virus was uploaded to our servers from one of the workstations used by our personnel," explained Head Mistress. "We need you to find out which one, and who logged into it."

Brandon slowly shifted his weight hoping for some relief to his testicles, but the movement only made things worse. He began working some of his magic on the computer but was progressing slowly. He was having difficulty focusing on the task at hand with the pain in his nuts. A few minutes later he decided to try his luck.

"Unghh... Head Mistress," he said politely. "I really can't concentrate with my balls hurting so much. Can we... Unghh... maybe pull them back out from under me?"

Head Mistress gave him a serious look. A look that made Brandon immediately regret asking that question. She walked behind him, put her hands on his shoulders and pushed down hard adding an amplified amount of pressure onto his trapped testicles.

"Ahhhh... ohhh... ohhhh," Brandon yelped in pain.

After a few seconds she stepped away from Brandon. "Does that answer your question?"

Brandon simply nodded his head as he was trying to cope with the nauseating pain. He continued working through the computer system. He was actually a very good at this sort of work. If it weren't for the man pain he was feeling, he would already have all the answers.

Several minutes passed by and Head Mistress was getting impatient. "What's taking so long Brandon?" she asked.

"Almost there Mistress," he replied. By this time his balls were numbing to the pain, but they still hurt.

Another minute passed. "Wait... I found it," he said with an excited tone. The upload came from workstation number.... 00238."

"Marg, who's workstation is that?" asked Head Mistress.

"And it was accessed via VPN during the upload," added Brandon.

Marg quickly looked at the workstation designations. Her eyes widened and she looked at Head Mistress.

"Well Marg?"

"Um... it's your workstation Head Mistress," said Marg.

"What?" snapped Head Mistress. "How can that be?"

"I don't know," replied Marg. "Does anyone have your login credentials?"

"No. We are even forced to change it every few months," she replied. "It's rather annoying."

"Can you find the IP address of the VPN computer?" Marg asked Brandon.

"Yes. It was from this zip code here," he said pointing to some numbers on the screen.

"That's the zip code of my personal residence in the city," said Head Mistress. "Did someone break into my condo and use my personal computer to access the M.A.M.A. servers?"

"It would seem so," replied Marg.

"I haven't been there in weeks," said Head Mistress. "The only other person with a key is my boyfriend Bill. And he's been away on business all week."

The room went silent for a moment. Brandon was still waiting for permission to stand up and relieve his balls. But he was too afraid to say anything.

"I have to check something," said Head Mistress. She then took out her phone and made a call. "Let me call the doorman."

Brandon had a feeling Head Mistress forgot about his balls. He shift around in the chair hoping they would notice and allow him to stand.

"Hi Carlos. This is Marcy from Penthouse A. I was just wondering if my boyfriend Bill had stopped by at all this week?"

She paused as the person on the other side spoke. Brandon and Marg listened intently.

"He arrived Tuesday evening and left Wednesday afternoon. Oh I see he wasn't alone," she replied with a furious look on her face. "Thank you very much Carlos."

Head Mistress put down her phone and slammed her fist onto the desk. "THAT LYING SACK OF SHIT" she yelled. The room began to spin as she grew angrier and angrier. "AHHHHHHH.... I.... HATE.... MEN.... AHHHHHH!!!"

She unexpectedly lifted Brandon up and slammed him down onto the chair crushing his balls under his ass. Brandon let out a loud agonishing yelp and fell off the chair onto the floor cupping his now very aching testicles.

"Oooooooooooooohhhhh.... Oooooooohhhhh...," Brandon continuously groaned while rolling on the floor. He hadn't experienced a blow to his nuts like that ever in his life.

Head Mistress was too furious to care that she just hurt Brandon for no fault of his own. "Call Jillian and Heather and tell them to come get him," she said still very angrily. "I have work to do." She left the room.

Marg stood over Brandon looking down at him. She too was equipped with a wrist pad that controls the ball zappers, but she never got to use it on a male. She didnt work at M.A.M.A. as a mistress, only for I.T. Like most of M.A.M.A.'s employees, she had a bad experience with males growing up which led her down the path of boasting feminism and helping to rid the world of patriarchy. Everyone who worked for M.A.M.A. was given some basic femdom training just incase they needed to use it on a male. But as an adminstrative employee she hardly even saw the male inmates. This was a rare encounter indeed.

She was about to call Jillian but then paused for a second. A sadistic yerning came over her. There was a hot young man who was only a few years younger laying naked in front of her. She currently was not in a relationship which enticed her to take advantage of this situation. She regularly hears the mistresses talking about what they do to these young men. They pretty much do anything you want when you have them by the balls. Her pussy became moist just thinking about it.

Meanwhile Brandon continued to remain immobilized in the fetal position on the floor. Still heaving and coughing to the pain shooting from his testicles into this abodomen. It hurt so much he was genuinly concerned if they were damaged. Suddenly he felt a painful shock to his already aching balls.

"Ahhhhhhh....Oh God!!!" he screamed spasming on the floor.

"Stop touching your balls now," commanded Marg. "I want you to lay on your back with your arms over your head."

Brandon looked up at her with pleading eyes and slowly complied. He was praying she wouldnt hurt his balls any more. He wouldnt be able to take it.

Looking down at Brandon laying naked on the floor at her mercy nearly gave Marg an orgasm. She admired his geourgous lean young body and his smooth yet thick penis which was laying to the side. His balls were swollen and beet red, and the leash still attached to the shocker ring. She immediately began to unzip her suit exposing her plump ass. She stood over Brandon, spread her ass cheeks apart and lowered in onto his face.

Brandon was too distracted by the pain in his balls to noticed until the last moment when he saw her big wrinkled anus press against his mouth.

"Get your male tongue in my ass now!" she commanded as her voluptuous ass engulfed his face.

Lately Brandon has been enjoying licking the mistresses' beautiful asses. It's one of the things he discovered about himself during his time at M.A.M.A. Ass worship usually resulted in a raging erection for him. But not this time. Although her ass was smooth, it was larger than his liking, and worst of all it smelled very musky like she hadn't showered in over a day. Unknown to him, Marg had spent the entire night trying to get insight into the hacking. So, she hadn't gone home, therefore could not shower this morning.

Brandon cringed as he began swiping his tongue along her ass hole. It felt a little slimy and tasted musky. He was very aware that he was in fact cleaning her ass with his tongue. He wasn't fond of the task but didn't want to get another shock to his aching balls.

"Ohhhhh my... That feels goooooood!!!," Marg moaned in pleasure. This was the first time anyone had ever licked her ass. It was something she wanted to try for so long. There were lots of things she would like to make Brandon do, but there wasn't enough time. As she continued to moan, she couldn't help feeling envy for the mistresses. They can have this type of treatment every day. The administrative staff doesn't even get invited to the weekly Femdom Party.

Marg felt her climax getting closer. She was about to have an orgasm just by having her asshole licked. Even though Brandon wasn't enjoying licking her stinky ass, he was a little turned on from hearing her constantly moaning. His penis became semi-erect.

As Marg was being pleasured, she gazed down at Brandon's man parts. She had an urge to return the favor. She grabbed his slowly growing cock and avoided touching his huge swollen balls. He was doing such a good job licking her ass that she didn't want to impede his ability to continue by hurting his balls. She leaned forward to bring her lips closer to this cock. She was almost lost in the moment when she stopped herself. Pleasuring the males was forbidden unless directed to do so, otherwise she could be fired. Her lips were now an inch away from the tip of his cock. Brandon was able to feel her breath on it making his cock become fully erect. Moments later Marg saw precum begin to drool and hang off the tip of his penis. She didn't hesitate to scoop up the hanging drool of precum with her tongue, grazing the tip of his penis in the process.

"Unngh..." moaned Brandon as he felt her tongue flick his horny dick. It felt good, but he's still miles away from actually cumming.

Meanwhile Marg was on the verge of an orgasm. The taste of Brandon's precum sent her pussy into overdrive. "Stick your tongue all the way in now," she commanded. Brandon, who was caught in the heat of the moment, pushed his tongue into her ass as far as he could. Suddenly Marg reached an intense orgasm.

"Oooooh.....Yesssssss!," she screamed aloud.

She continued to grasp Brandon's cock while her body spasmed in ecstasy. As her orgasm subsided, she slowly caught her breath. She saw another bead of precum hanging off the top of Brandon's now fully erect cock. In one single swoop she took his cock into her mouth and slurped all the precum out of it.

"Mmmmm....," she moaned as she swallowed it down.

Brandon let out another audible moan as he felt the unexpected stimulation to his cock. Marg slowly stood up and zipped her suit back up. Brandon lay there with his still throbbing testicles, a teased hard cock, and the taste of ass in his mouth. She looked down at his gorgeous body once more and couldn't help but wonder what his actual cum tasted like. Unfortunately, she would never find out.

"I'm done with you," said Marg. "You can go back to cradling your balls."

Brandon immediately cupped his balls and went back into the fetal position. The pain was still fresh.