Every character is 18 years of age or older. This story contains femdom
"'Mommy is always right'." This phrase was printed on a large poster framed on the wall, among family photos and similar memories. Brian couldn't remember the moment his mother hung it there, in his small bedroom. It had always been the first thing he would see when he woke up in the morning. And he knew its meaning was 100% true.
At his age, boys move away from their parents and become independent, but for Brian things were radically different. His mother Olga had always been an inflexible, strong-minded woman. Her intelligence and firmness of mind led others to see her as a natural born leader. To her son she was very affectionate, but also incredibly controlling and protective. While she showered him with treats and cuddles, she never hesitated to punish him for disobeying her. Brian's safety and discipline were her absolute priorities. Thus, while his school friends used to go skating or eat ice cream together, he was forced to stay at home under the careful gaze of his mother. As a result of this, he developed a strong psychological attachment to Olga. Unlike her, Brian had always been shy and reserved, so the woman's dominant personality made him feel safe. His mother was an essential reference point in his life.
However, when he turned 18, he started to feel the pressure of Olga's presence in his life. In that phase of life, even the most bashful boys feel the need to get away from their family units and discover the world. So Brian began to study less, avoid close contact with his mother.... To sum up, he started to do all those "big boy" things. However, as he was coming home from school, he was surrounded by some older girls who attended his own school and often bullied him. That time, though, they didn't just mock him with words, but gave him a wedgie in front of everyone. When Olga found out, nothing could restrain her rage. She had no peace until all those girls were expelled from every single national school. That very day she also decided to withdraw Brian from school.
"I won't let anyone harm my boy," she told him. Brian was sitting on her lap with his head resting on her towering breasts while she stroked his bottom. Her intense maternal gaze carefully studied him.
"From now on, you will no longer be able to leave this house without my supervision or my consent. The world out there is too dangerous".
This way, Brian ended up spending most of his days supervised by his mother or a babysitter when she was at work.
He understood that Olga was doing this for his own good, but it was hard at first for the young man to accept being confined at home. He felt more like a pet than a son.
Therefore, one night, he decided to run away while she was working overtime at the office. At that time he had just turned 19. The urge to leave the maternal nest that night was too strong to be overlooked. So he left his house and made his way to the nearest shopping mall. Walking in freedom without being led by anyone surely felt good, but something was bothering him.. He felt a strange feeling deep in his gut. Before he entered the mall's doorway, he realized that he was actually being followed by a group of shady-looking gals.
"Where you think ya goin', big boy?" asked one girl with long reddish braids. Her face was full of piercings and tattoos. Her remarkable milk-light breasts jutted out from the tight tank top she was wearing
Brian gasped. Before he could respond, three other giggling girls blocked him from the hips. He was tall and beefy enough to break free without any problem, but a feeling of sheer panic totally immobilized his body. No matter how hard he tried, his muscles no longer responded to his will. Unfortunately, this wasn't the first time something like this had happened to him. During overly stressful situations, his whole body would turn into a quivering statue.
"I just needed a big stud like you to test my new kickboxing skills, ya know?"
Sensing the impending danger, the young man managed to overcome his panic for just a moment and grabbed his cell phone. He dialed his mom's number, but before she could actually answer it, the redhead tossed the phone to the ground only to lash a fist between his eyes. The young man flinched and fell to the floor amidst the vicious laughter of that group of bullies.
"Geez, ya shaking so much you can't even stay on ya feet! Such a sissy." The redhead leaned down beside him so she could best savor the pained expression on his face. Brian's body froze again, but even in a moment like that his eyes could not avoid falling on the girl's body. Despite her ill intentions, she was quite pretty. It was impossible to not notice her firm little ass.
Before he could get up again, the young man felt something cold grasp his wrists. One of the girls was sitting on his back and had promptly placed some steel handcuffs on his wrists.
"W-What do you w-want from me!? L-Leave me alone!!!" Brian began to struggle as he stood up and knocked the girl away. His muscular body was shaking like a leaf. He tried to escape, the but a trip from the redhead sent him back to the ground. His head slammed into something so hard that he could no longer distinguish what he was hearing, as he saw the world around him began to spin in utter chaos.... Then everything went black.
When he regained consciousness, he soon realized that he was tied to a lamppost in the parking lot of the mall. The girls stared at him with mischievous smiles printed on their faces.
"Let's see if this hurts you, pretty boy."
The redhead delivered a powerful kick to the young man's waist. The stabbing pain led Brian to scream at the top of his lungs. The sound he made, however, was more like a moan.
It was then that he noticed that his mouth was taped.
The bully leader, playing with her pigtails, approached his tied body again. A lightning-fast fist was delivered on his stomach. Brian squirmed in pain.
"Sounds like you're enjoying my punches, ya sissy!" laughed the redhead.
The girl continued to pummel him with kicks and punches for a few minutes. Even the other girls joined in the beating. Brian sought the gaze of some bystander who could help him, but there was no use: the parking lot was totally empty. All he could do was struggle in agony. His body must have been badly bruised. For a skinny, short girl, the redhead was definitely better at hand-to-hand combat than him and any man he knew. If he didn't have that muscular body as a result of countless hours spent in the home gym, the girls probably would've broken a few of his bones.
"You take hits better than most guys, ya know? Lemme see if ya can take this one, though..."
The redhead hurled an extremely fast stomp into the young man's lower parts. The tips of her shoes hit his balls with extreme precision.
"HMMMMM!!!" Brian tried to scream. That was the most painful hit he received.
"What's the matter, did I hurt yo' nuts?" The girls erupted into a roaring laugh.
"Relax, we won't hit 'em too hard for now. They'll come in handy to do some pretty stuff later..."
Brian squeezed his eyes shut with all his strength.
He just wanted to fade away. Leaving home really had been the biggest mistake of his life.
