This was inspired by posts made by the amazing femdom therapist Dr. Lovejoy.
Alex stared at the backstage door with nervous eyes.
What in God's name was he doing here?
Oh, he knew the answer, even if he couldn't quite put a finger on when exactly it had begun to make sense. But after his latest visit to the therapist, he'd found himself given an address and an envelope- the former which led him here, and the latter which he'd been told not to open.
For most of his life, Alex'd had an innate fear of public speaking. It had grown over the years- perpetuated by both a cruel drama teacher who'd insisted that 'all students needed to be on the stage at least once in their lives' as well as an office job in which he'd needed to make copious amount of excuses as to why he could not run any meetings.
The second thing was what had got him to consider therapy. Up until then, he'd convinced himself he'd never have to worry about being up in front of people, but office work had a far different idea, and if he ever wanted to move up in the company, he'd need to deal with it.
It was a friend of his, Emma, who had recommended Dr. Lovejoy, and honestly, at first glance Alex thought it might be a good idea. After all, with a name like that, the doctor must certainly be kind and understanding.
How wrong he was.
Not that she was outwardly cruel- rather, she was the sort who could belittle you with a sweet smile on her face, making you feel good and bad at the same time. And boy had she done plenty of that. More than once during their sessions Alex had needed to hold back tears as Doctor Lovejoy systematically tore him apart, mocking his inability to do something as simple as stand in front of his colleagues and speak like a grown up.
He didn't like it, but Alex was convinced that it was part of of bigger plan. That once she'd stripped him down enough they would find the root of his problem, and then he could be rebuilt into the sort of person who wouldn't nearly wet himself at the thought of standing in front of a group of people and talking.
Granted, after several months and lord knows how much money, there was no sign of such thing, yet Alex kept going back.
Part of it had to do with just how gorgeous Doctor Lovejoy was- she was older than him by a few years, but was the purest definition of aging well. The woman could easily pass for one twenty years younger, and her long blonde hair looked as bright and natural as if she'd been born yesterday.
So what if she continually insulted, belittled and humiliated him? She was gorgeous, and it was all for the best.
Even so, when she'd explained her plan, Alex had been more than a little unsure.
"I think what you need is some exposure therapy.... To be put in a position by which to face your fear head on... And I have just the thing."
Alex was sitting in front of her, eyes locked on hers as she stood, her heels adding several inches and making him feel even smaller than her words already did. "What's that Doc?"
Doctor Lovejoy smiled. "I run an annual holiday show for a very special audience... It's rather unique, and I think it'd be the perfect thing to help you get over this silly little fear of yours."
There it was, the syrupy-sweet mocking he'd grown used to. Bad as it made him feel, Alex had to admit, it also got him more than a little aroused. There was something about this woman- an authority figure, talking so cruelly to him, that got his blood pumping in ways he couldn't quite explain.
Still, he was more than a little worried about what such a thing would entail. "I won't have to perform, will I?"
She shook her head. "Not at all. You won't need to sing or act or dance or even talk... Just stand there... Think of yourself as part of the scenery, or a prop, like a tree or a pole.. You know, something useful for once."
A giggle just barely made its way past her red lips, and Alex blushed at the sound, as well as the intent behind her words...
However, their session was almost over, and he wasn't in any position to ask question or even argue. Doctor Lovejoy simply handed him a sealed envelope and an address. "Be there tomorrow at exactly noon. And don't you dare open that envelope you naughty boy."
Then she shuffled him out the door and shut it, leaving Alex curious and nervous and slightly horny.
He looked over at Doctor Lovejoy's secretary, a cute redhead whom Alex eyed every time he came for a session. She spotted the envelope in his hand and smiled.
"Break a leg," was all she said, and Alex nervously nodded before leaving the office behind.
Which is how he arrived at the theatre door the following day.
The front was all lit up, but the address he'd been given led him around to the nondescript back, and a door in an alley that looked far more shady than everything else around it.
With a lump in his throat, Alex knocked.
At first, nothing happened, and he wondered if perhaps he'd gone to the wrong place, or if maybe something else was happening. But after a few minutes the door opened, and a fairly-stunning looking brunette holding a clipboard appeared in the entrance.
"Can I help you?" She asked, her tone firm and commanding, and Alex stumbled for a moment before handing her the envelope he'd been given.
Without a word, the woman opened it with her red-painted fingernail, slid out a small piece of paper, read it, and nodded. "Ah yes. The late addition. Well, follow me. We don't have long before showtime and we have to get you ready."
She walked back inside, and Alex followed, even more unsure than he already was about this entire endeavour. Still, Doctor Lovejoy seemed to think it would help, so who was he to argue?
He moved through the darkness, the woman's white top his only guide, until they exited into a massive backstage area filled with costumes, lights, mirrors, and props. Alex looked around, noticed several gorgeous woman putting on lavish, sparkle-covered costumes and makeup.
Amongst them, he spotted Doctor Lovejoy, seemingly offering tips and opinions on their outfits. For a moment he thought to approach her, to ask what all of this was about, but instead the woman in front of him directed him deeper into the theatre, away from the dressing area and into a smaller, dimly lit room.
Inside, Alex noticed there were several over men, some taller and in better shape than him, some clearly in worse shape, but each and every one of them stood looking around nervously, as if they too had no idea what was expected of them. However, that was about to change.
The woman shut the door behind them then turned to face the assembled men. "Alright. The show will begin soon, but first we need you all stage-ready. Now strip!"
Alex looked at the other men, some of whom were as nervous as him to do such a thing in public, others looking somewhat resigned to it. The woman glared at them, the pointed at her watch. "Hurry up. You don't want to disappoint the crowd, do you?"
Soon enough, the men all began to strip, and Alex followed, trying not to gaze at anyone else or compare himself to them. He knew from experience he wasn't exactly a show-er, but that didn't mean he wanted to see any who was. He was nervous enough as it was.
Once they were all naked, the woman walked through them and began to move them into specific line-ups. Alex found himself in the front one, and after they were all properly placed, she picked up a bag and began to hand out small, black strips of something to each of them.
The moment Alex received his, his eyes widened.
It was a black leather ballgag.
"As none of you are expected to talk or make a sound, these should help. Place them in your mouth and tie them around your head. Now!"
Slowly but surely, each of them followed her instructions, including Alex, and once it was tied tightly around his head, he began to wish he'd asked more questions.
Too late now.
Especially once the woman picked up another bag and started moving down the line, affixing something round each man's ankle and wrist.
Alex watched as she worked, and as she closed in, he realized she was tying each man together, cuffing their ankles to one another and restraining their wrists as if they were part of some kind of twisted chain gang Some tried to argue, but the gag prevented them from making any sounds, and even though Alex himself wished to do the same, it was clearly pointless.
Once she finished up, the woman nodded at her work and looked over her clipboard. "Excellent. Now, follow me slowly and try not to fall over before we get to the stage.
Upon hearing that word, the hairs on Alex's back stood up on end. Not simply because he was still clearly terrified of being in front of people, but because he was about to do so whilst naked save for ankle and wrists restraints and a ball gag. Yet there was nothing he could do save follow along as the woman led the group of them out of the room, down the hallway, and towards a large red velvet curtain.
They stopped a few feet from the curtain, the woman repositioning them just as she had in the door. Alex again found himself in the front row, and nearly shut his eyes as the curtain began to rise. The woman seemed to notice, and gave him a small smack on the bottom. "Eyes forward. This is an important part of the therapy."
Then she was gone, and so was the curtain. In it's place was a large theatre, the audience shrouded in darkness as all lights were focused on the stage and those on it.
Not simply Alex and the other men, but the sparkly-clad women he'd spotted in the dressed room.
Each one was wearing different kinds of footwear, from standard tap shoes to thick heeled boots to chunky Doc Martens, and though they too were facing the unseen audience, something told Alex that they wouldn't be the ones anyone out there would be staring at for long.
A moment later, Doctor Lovejoy appeared, stepping up to a conductor's music stand as the unseen audience applauded. She turned and smiled at them, before stopping and looking over the assembled group on stage. Alex tried to catch her eye, to silently beg her to explain what was about to happen, but she ignored him and picked up a baton.
"Let us begin our fifth Annual Kickmas Concert, The Nutcracker Suite!"
Alex knew the ballet the Nutcracker, as well as some of the music, but in an instant, neither one of those filled his already terrified thoughts. Because as Doctor Lovejoy raised her baton and an orchestra began to play, everything began to become crystal clear.
The sparkly women to dance to the music, locking arms and doing a kick-line to the beat, their feet originally raised towards the audience. But then they started to turn around, facing the first row of me, Alex included, and their high kicks moved in a completely different direction.
Their exposed cocks and balls.
Further down the line, the first woman's foot made contact with the first man, and the scream of pain he tried to unleash was held back by the gag. Before anyone else could even grasp what had occurred, the women were moving, the next woman kicking the first man as the first woman nailed the second man, both of them groaning in agony behind the black leather.
Alex began to panic as he watched the kick line move along, mentally counting th seconds until it was his turn. The first man was nearly doubled-over in pain, nearly a half-dozen kicks to his crotch and the line of women seemingly only just beginning their assault.
He looked over at Doctor Lovejoy again, but she was focused on her conducting, her beautiful visage curled in a cruel smile as the cacophony of men's muffled screams mixed with the music.
And then his turn came,
The first woman's foot shot up and tapped Alex right in the balls, the pain coursing through him like nothing he'd ever felt before. And before he could even fully wrap his head around it the next woman followed suit, then the next and the next and the next, over a dozen women moving down the line and kicking him square in the nuts.
Tears filled Alex's eyes, his teeth biting down on the gag so hard he was certain he was leaving marks, and still more kicks came. The agony seemed never-ending, and it was made worse by the sounds of the other men around him, all of them crying, screaming and groaning in pain as the women moved along.
Eventually, the last woman in the line kicked him, and Alex stood on shaky legs, hoping against hope that was all. That whatever this sick joke of a therapy was, it was over and done with. But even as the women finished up with the last man in the second row, the music began to change, and Alex could only stare as the whole thing started up again.
Once more, the women began kicking to the unseen crowd, much to their enjoyment, but before he knew it they began moving along the line again, the rhythm of their kicks slightly different this time but no less painful. Even when Alex tried to shut his eyes in a vain attempt to ignore the endless agony, it didn't matter. Each woman's footwear offered a different kind of pain, and as they moved along, he honestly wondered if he'd have any balls left by the end.
Two more songs followed, the tears no longer falling as his body seemed to have been bled dry, but the pain never ceased. Kick after kick, woman after woman, his cock and balls were likely black and blue by now, but they never seemed to stop. Only when he spotted the last woman did he feel the slightest bit of relief, but he doubted it would last.
Suddenly, the music began to face, and the women bowed to the audience as the curtain fell, and for the briefest of moments, Alex thought it was over. That this whole twisted, embarrassing ordeal was finished. He wasn't sure what he would say to Doctor Lovejoy afterwards, but he was fairly certain it wouldn't be nice.
The woman of the hour quickly appeared, complimenting the women as they walked off-stage and stopping to say something to the brunette with the clipboard who nodded and walked away, leaving the Doctor alone with the men.
Alex watched as she moved down the line, saying something to each man as she did, each one groaning in response as she did. More than once she would stop and look at their clearly damaged cock and balls and laugh, and the sound of it nearly aroused him, only for the pain to cut off any enjoyment he may have found.
Once she reached him, she smiled and looked him in the eye, noting the tracks of his tears and checking his own busted nuts. A fresh round of laughs filled her and she nearly fell over at the sight of them, making Alex feel about as low as he ever had in any of their sessions.
Then she settled down, moved closer to him, and whispered.
"I bet stage fright is the least of your concerns right now."
He watched as she moved on to the man next to him, her words hanging in his mind for a few moments before fully settling in. And once they did, Alex felt even lower than before, because truth be told, she was absolutely right. The entire time they'd been on stage, standing there in front of an audience was the last thing on his mind. His focus was on the pain, and the more he thought about it, the worse he felt.
But that wasn't the only thing he felt.
The brunette with the clipboard had returned just as Doctor Lovejoy finished with the last man, then handed her something with a smirk.
Much to his surprise, she made her way back to him and stopped. Alex saw she'd been given a pair of surgical gloves, and something he couldn't get a good look at. Doctor Lovejoy snapped the gloves on then stepped over his restraints so she was standing behind him. Then, without a word, she opened his bare ass cheeks and slipped something small and rough in.
Once she was certain it was concerned, she walked back over and looked at him. "Keep that inside until the finale. You wouldn't want to ruin the big finish, would you sweetie?"
Unsure of what to do, Alex simply shook his head, and Doctor Lovejoy laughed. "Good boy. Alright, places. Time for the second half!"
Then she walked away, under the curtain, and out of his sight. Alex had no idea what she'd put in his ass nor what she meant about the big finish, but as the curtain began to rise, he didn't have much time to think about it any further.
The women were all back on stage, and Doctor Lovejoy had her baton raised.
In the blink of an eye, the music started up again, and so did the kick line.
Alex couldn't watch as the women began making their way down, but he could hear every muffled scream, every cry of pain, every man struggling to stay standing as thir balls were kicked as hard as could be by the string of women, and soon enough they reached him.
If he thought his cock and balls couldn't take anymore, he was quite wrong, or at the very least he was trying his best to hold on. Kick after kick, boot and shoe landing square on his nuts, his legs shaking in agony as he tried not to think about the fact that he wasn't the slightest bit concerned about the fact that he was on stage bare-ass naked in front of an unseen crowd.
As well as the fact that Doctor Lovejoy had clearly proven her point.
The kicks kept coming as the first song slid into the second, then the third. At least three men had dropped to their knees in between, but that didn't stop the onslaught. If anything, it made the women kick harder, and Alex noted how pleased Doctor Lovejoy seemed. She was clearly trying not to laugh as she conducted, but her face was betraying her. The giggles were there, and even if he couldn't hear them, Alex could see them in her eyes.
Much as he tried to fight it, Alex felt his own legs finally give out after a hard shot from a chunky-toed black leather boot, and his knees crashed to the stage as a fresh round of tears finally made themselves known. He barely even noticed the music begin to fade, nor the fact that the kick line had finished.
Only when he looked up and saw Doctor Lovejoy standing in front of him did Alex realize the show was seemingly over.
Well, except for the finale.
Two of them women left the kick line and picked him up, his legs unsteady as he gazed up at Doctor Lovejoy. She grinned before looking back at the audience and offering them a small bow. "Showtime sweetie was all she said before her leg kicked up, her foot kicking him harder than any of the other ones had.
And once it did, his arse opened up, and whatever she'd shoved in there launched backwards and into the back wall.
The audience began to applaud, then the brunette woman walked over, holding a fortune cookies in her surgical-glove covered hand. Alex quickly realized it was what had been up in ass, and as the woman held it up to the audience, they applauded even louder upon seeing it was completely intact.
Alex groaned, then felt the restraints on his wrists unlock, followed by the gag being untied and removed. For a moment he thought it was finally over with, but before he could appreciate that, Doctor Lovejoy kicked him once again, and this time, there was no gag to muffle his cries.
A cry of agony, the sum total of everything he'd experienced since stepping on that stage, forced it's way out of his mouth even as his legs finally gave out completely, and he dropped back down to the stage, his eyes filled with tears and his cock and balls in such pain he wasn't sure a word existed to describe it.
Then, Doctor Lovejoy knelt down, handed him the fortune cookie, and said "Open it."
Uneasily, Alex did so, his fingers shaking and his tear-filled eyes making it hard to see what he was doing. After moment, he managed, wiping his eyes as he held the small strip of paper in his hand.
"Read it sweetie," Doctor Lovejoy said, the brunette woman holding a microphone to his trembling lips.
On the paper there were five words. Five simple words that, after everything he'd gone through, somehow felt even more painful than what he'd experienced.
"Doctor Lovejoy is always right."
The words barely made it out, but once he spoke them aloud for the whole room to hear, he couldn't help but sigh. Because she'd proven that she was. This whole terrible experience had done exactly what she'd promised- stage fright no longer seemed to worry him. He was cured.
At least, of that.
The sheer agony and embarrassment he felt instead was something else entirely, and if he thought he'd been as humiliated as he would be, he was wrong.
Alex watched as the stage light faded and the house lights turned on, finally allowing him his first actual look at the audience who'd bared witness to his and all these other men's ordeal. And as he did, he felt even lower than he had the entire time he'd been so thoroughly abused, because the assembled crowd was made up entirely of women.
Women who had watched him and countless other men stand there naked and get their cock and balls kicked in over and over again.
But that wasn't the worst part. Because the more Alex looked, the more he realized something.
He knew several of these women.
Doctor Lovejoy's secretary, Emma, countless other female friends of his, as well as co-workers, ex-girlfriends, and tons of others he'd unknowingly told Doctor Lovejoy about during their many sessions. Each and every one of them sitting there, watching him be abused and humiliated.
And they were all applauding like it was the greatest show on earth.
Alex moaned, barely even able to process all of this, the pain, the embarrassment, the revelation of whom had come here to watch it all unfold. And that was before Doctor Lovejoy added insult to injury.
She pointed at the fortune cookie still sitting in his hands.
The one that had been shoved up his arse the entire second half of the show.
The Nutcracker Suite
By Outsider1505
"Eat it bitch."
His eyes lingered on the broken cookie for a moment, his mind struggling to break through the fog of agony and humiliation and stop him from doing such a deed.
Yet they didn't have a chance.
Broken as he was, Alex did what he was told, shoving the cookie into his mouth much to the enjoyment of the crowd. And as he did, he looked up at Doctor Lovejoy, her gorgeous face and cruel smile washing over him as he realized that while his stage fright was cured, he clearly had many other things he needed help with.
Help she would happily provide. For a much higher price of course.
One Alex would pay without question.
After all, Doctor Lovejoy was always right.