It started out just about like any other day.  I worked from home during the early part of the morning and spent the afternoon cleaning the house and doing other domestic duties.  My job wasn’t very demanding, but did provide us with a sizable second income.  The real money maker was my wife. As such, I didn’t mind at all doing the housework and stuff like that.  In fact, it suited other aspects of our relationship rather well. I did not know at the time that this perfectly normal day was going to be the beginning of a downward spiral of sorts.  That isn’t really a bad thing in this case, but I wonder if I would have felt differently about it at the time if I had known then just how much my relationship with my wife was about to change.

About an hour before she got home I started dinner.  I wasn’t the best cook in the world, but I could get the job done, and she never complained.  It was almost ready when she walked in the door.  I went to great her, but I could tell something was wrong immediately.  She hung her jacket on the wall, and then leaned against the wall letting out a long sigh.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.  Rather than replying right away, she hugged me and laid her head on my shoulder.

“I’m just glad to be home.  It was a really long day.”

“Well, do you want to come eat? Dinner is almost ready and you can tell me all about it.”  She kissed me on the cheek and told me that would be nice.  Hand in hand I led her to the dining room.  The food had just finished cooking, so I made a plate for her and brought it to her at the table.  I sat there with her while she ate and told me about her troubles at work.  It basically boiled down to an incompetent coworker who was, unfortunately, over my wife.  Everyone knew she was an idiot, but she was starting to get malicious and causing trouble for the other people there.  Over the last couple of months the people at my wife’s work had gotten tired of her complete inability to do her job and were no longer covering for her or doing her work for her.  That had resulted in her starting to make insinuations about “how bad people wanted to keep their jobs.”  Because of her position, that was not an entirely empty threat.  There was some other associated drama of course, but it mostly fell in the he said/she said category.  I tried to comfort my wife as best I could, but she was clearly shaken from the day.  As she talked about it, she was becoming more and more frustrated.  She left a bit of food on her plate and told me I could have it.  Sliding the plate over to me she got up go change out of her work clothes.  I ate the food she didn’t and then started on the dishes.

We spent most of the evening on the couch watching TV.  She made herself a drink and I lay with my head in her lap.  Her mood never did really improve.  She was very tense and annoyed.  I did my best to console her, but she wasn’t in the mood for that. At about 9 she got up and said she was going to bed.  This was early even by her standards, but I didn’t say anything.  Rather I went to the computer and started playing on the internet.  I was something of an insomniac and normally stayed up well past her.

She was in the bedroom for an hour or so before she reemerged and walked over toward me.

“Are you busy?” she asked?

“No, not at all.  What’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry I’ve been in such a bad mood tonight.”

“You’ve had a rough day; you’re allowed to brood a bit.”

“Thank you.  I’m just very frustrated right now.”

“I told you, it’s ok.” I wrapped my arm around her waist and hugged her.

“Would you mind if I took some of that frustration out on you?”  It was an honest question.

“No.  I don’t think I would mind that at all.”  I wasn’t sure how she meant to do that, but I was down for anything if it would make her feel better or even distract her a little bit.  She returned my hug.

“Come on then.  You’re going to bed with me.”  She took a step back and held out her hand for me, which I took and followed her to the bedroom.  I understood sex as a de-stressor, but that had never really been her style, so I was a little bit confused.

When we got to the bedroom she told me to undress and wait for her, then she left without another word.  I could hear the frustration in her voice again so I quickly stripped naked and sat on the bed waiting for her return.  When she reentered the room, she had one of the dining room chairs. She sat it across the room from the bed with the back to the wall.

“You sit here.” She told me.  So I got up and took moved to the chair.  Once I was seated she went to the nightstand and got out a bundle of rope.  Now I was confused, but I stayed silent and didn’t move.  Without any communication, she tied me to the chair.  She didn’t put me in any position that was uncomfortable, but it was clear that she had no intentions of me moving until she untied me either. Once I was secure she took a moment to examine her work.  Satisfied she slipped off her robe and let it fall to the floor.  She was naked now and her body was beautiful.  My cock was standing hard and erect, pointing straight up from where I was sitting in the chair.  Then she told me goodnight and crawled into bed across the room from me.  She turned out the light and the room went dark.

I sat there for a few long minutes waiting for her to do something else, but she didn’t.  Finally I worked up the nerve to speak.

“ummm…” I started. “Can I ask what this is about?”

“Of course you can.” She turned over to look at me. “Over the last couple of months I have been getting increasingly annoyed at the way you stay up till the crack of dawn on the computer.  So, I am putting a stop to that.  Now you can sleep there, or you can just sit there all night if you like.  I really don’t care, but this night owl schedule of yours ends tonight.”

I took all this very well.  I didn’t speak until I considered the full weight of what she was saying.  I let it all sink in and rolled it around in my head for a while before I said anything.”

“If this is what you want, then of course I will do it for you.”

“I know.”  She said.  “I do appreciate you being such a good sport about everything.  But some stuff has been bugging me, and while I may have to put up with that at work, I certainly don’t have to here.  So you can stay in here with me from now on.” She wasn’t being mean about it, but it was clear that her mind was made up.

“Of course love.” I said.

“Goodnight.” She said, and I thought I could almost hear a little bit of a smile, but I couldn’t tell in the dark.

“Goodnight.”

*****

I don’t know how long it took me to get to sleep, but it seemed like forever.  When I finally did sleep, it wasn’t very deep.  More like a nap, and I woke up several times.  I woke up while the sun was coming up outside the window and couldn’t seem to go back to sleep after that.  So I sat and waited for my wife’s alarm clock to go off.  When it did she sat up in bed and looked at me with a very sleepy look like she wasn’t sure exactly what she was seeing.

“Good morning.” I told her.  She didn’t say anything but looked at the clock again with an angry expression.  She was clearly not looking forward to going back to work today.  She got up and walked over toward me.  She did kiss me on the top of the head before she untied me.  I stood up and stretched the soreness out of my back and limbs while she picked out her work clothes for the day.  I started cooking breakfast while she was in the shower and had it ready by the time she was out of the shower and dressed.  She didn’t say anything as she ate, but she cleaned her plate so that there wasn’t anything left for me.  Then she got up and left and I started my very sleepy/hungry day.

***

“You’re not unhappy about what I made you do last night are you?” She asked as she ate dinner.

“No.”

“Good.” She said with an “almost” smile.  “Cause you are going to spend tonight tied up too.”

“Ok.” I said.  “If that is what you want.”

“It is.  But I plan on mixing it up tonight.  I even got you something.”

“A gift?” I asked.

“Not really. Just something I thought of today.”

“Cool.” I had no idea what it might be, but I was legitimately curious about the possibilities.

“We’ll see how ‘cool’ you think it is tonight.”  Now I was even more curious.  She slid her plate to me and let me eat her leftovers.

We spent the night much the same as we did the night before.  Then at about 9, she told me it was time for bed.  So I got up and followed her to the bedroom, where she told me to undress again.  I did, but rather than telling me to sit in the chair again she told me to lean forward over the bed.  After I was in position she laid the biggest butt-plug I had ever seen down on the bed next to me.

“That’s going in your ass tonight.”

“It looks painful.”

“I probably will be.  That ok with you?”

“Yes.” I said after a moment’s pause.  Even then I couldn’t manage much of a whisper.  She had put things in my butt before, but never anything this big.

She took the plug and walked behind me.  My ass was exposed because of the way she had me leaning across the bed.  As much as she might have been angry at the world in general because of her job, she was still very careful when it came time to do the actual insertion.  She rubbed lube all around the outside of my asshole before she stuck one of her fingers inside of me.  I sucked in my breath when I felt it go in.  It didn’t hurt, but it was still an odd sensation.  She fingered me slowly for a while applying more lube when she thought I needed it.  Then she lubed up the plug itself.  She was careful and methodical about this also, making sure to cover all of it in an even coat.  She placed the tip of it at the entrance of my ass and slowly twisted it around, spreading out the lube.  It wasn’t an unpleasant feeling at all, but I knew that the part that came next would be.

Slowly but firmly, she pressed the tip into my ass. Then she pulled it out.  She did this several more times, going a little bit deeper with each push.  Finally she got to the part that was too wide for me to take without pain.  She held it in my ass there for a while letting my body get used to the intruder.  Then with a very firm push she slid the entire plug in.  I felt like I was going to be split down the middle as the wide part went in.  I gasped and clenched my fists, but then it was over.  The wide part was in and my ass was closing around the base.  Mission accomplished she led me to the chair and retied me for bed.

Once I was secured to the chair and she was lying comfortably in bed, she didn’t turn out the light and go to sleep.  Rather she took her vibrator from the nightstand and started masturbating.  She didn’t say anything to me or even acknowledge my presence.  She just went to work on herself while I sat there, unable to move with a giant plug in my ass.  I listened to the constant hum of the vibrator and her rhythmic moaning as she got herself off no less than three times while I sat there in pain and discomfort mere feet from her.  Once she was done, she placed the vibrator back in its place and turned the light off without saying a word to me.

*****

       Just because I didn’t get to eat much, didn’t mean that I didn’t do my best to stay in shape.  I was in the middle of my workout routine when my phone rang.  The call ID told me it was my wife, which caused a moments concern.  She never called me from work, so I was at first fearful that something was wrong.  On the other end, however, her voiced sounded happy, almost chipper.  She told me that her coworker Rachael was coming over tonight for dinner and to make sure there was enough for two.  She told me she would fill me in on the details when she got home.

       So that afternoon I did as I was ask and cooked dinner for my wife and her guest.  The ladies arrived just as I was setting the table for them.  I always thought of myself as pretty handy in the kitchen, but tonight I was rather pleased with my work.  The girls came in the room giggling and seeming very pleased with themselves.  They had even brought a bottle of wine.  My wife came to me and kissed me on the mouth as soon as she entered the room. I was to say the least a little bit shocked by this, as she was normally not one for public displays of affection.

       I sat at the table while the ladies talked and filled me in on what was going on.  It seems that the troublemaker at their work had gotten fired.  Apparently she had finally gone too far and gotten what was coming to her.  Score one for the good guys.  The higher ups had called a meeting and basically apologized for the stuff that had been going on.  All in all it was a pretty exciting day for them.

       Rachael had cleaned her plat but my wife gave me the remains of her dinner.  Rachael had known us for a long time and knew about the more interesting aspects of our relationship, so none of this seemed strange to her.  Rather the girls continued to drink their wine and gab as I got up to clean the table and do the dishes.  Rachael was there for about another hour before she left.  She hadn’t been out the door a second when my wife took me by the hand and led me into the living room.  She sat me down on the couch and had a concerned look on her face.

       “I know I have been really angry the last couple of day.  You had nothing to do with it, and it wasn’t right for me to take it out on you.” She started.

       “Hey,” I cut her off.  “If I had a problem with it, I would have told you so.  You know that.”

       “I know,” she said, as she wrapped her arms around me. “Thank you for being so understanding.  I knew you would be, but that doesn’t give me the right to take advantage of you.”  I thought for a long time about how to word what I wanted to say next.  When I spoke it was slow and deliberate.

       “Some of us,” I started.  “Want to be taken advantage of.”

       She put her arms around me and rested her head on my shoulder.  “Thank you.”

       We sat like that for a long time.  After several deep breaths, she spoke again.

       “There is something else I wanted to tell you about the things that I have been doing these last few days.  It isn’t easy to say though.”

       “Go on.” I told her as I kissed her on the cheek.

       “I liked it.”  She seemed shy.  Unsure.

       “Do you want to keep doing it?”

       She thought about it for a long time.  Biting her lower lip.  I couldn’t tell if she wasn’t sure, or if she wasn’t sure how to say it.

       “Yes.”

*****

       I was on my hands and knees in the floor.  The giant artificial cock was pounding away inside my ass.  Rachael was ridding me hard tonight. My wife sat on the bed smoking a cigarette watching her friend fuck me.  Rachael was grunting with each thrust now, I could tell she was about to come.  My wife snuffed out her cigarette and strolled toward me.  She kneeled in front of me to look at me face to face.  She leaned in and kissed me gently on the mouth.  The kiss only lasted a second, and then she backhanded me hard across the face.  The blow nearly knocked me down.  At that very moment with a very hard thrust into my ass I could hear Rachael groaning in orgasm behind me.

The End.

       My wife and Rachael were laying in bed cuddling each other softly.  I was laying next to my wife with my arms around her as she played with my ear with her free hand.  My ass hurt from the beating and the fucking it had just got and my dick was in a spiky metal cock ring that caused and amazing amount of constant pain, but I had gotten used to it in a sense.  My erect penis twitched which caused a jolt of pain from the spikes. I squeezed my wife, in part from the pain and in part because the pain had made me think of her and I wanted to be affectionate.  She turned around and kissed me on the mouth.  She tasted like Rachael’s pussy.

       Rachael gave a long stretch and let out a sigh.

       “I think I am going to have to go guys.  These new hours are killing me.”

       “It’s ok girl.” My wife said. “You have a lot on your plate right now.”

       “I know but it still sucks.” Rachael said as she gave my wife a playful pinch on the nipple.  She started to climb out of bed, but then paused like she had just thought of something.  She walked around the bed and taking my by the hair, she pulled my face away from my wife and shoved it against her shaved pussy.  She held it there till she was satisfied that my mouth was over her clit.  Then she started pissing.  Her piss tasted somehow sweeter than my wife’s did, not to say that it still wasn’t an unpleasant experience.  I didn’t understand the biology of it; I just tried to swallow it as fast as I could as to not make a mess.  Thankfully she didn’t have to go very much.  Finished she pushed my head away and I was left licking my lips and trying not to think about the taste in my mouth.

       She and my wife kissed each other goodnight and then Rachael got dressed and left.  My wife and I just lay there for a long time.  She felt tense and had seemed a little distant lately.

       “Are you ok?” I asked.

       “Yeah, I’m fine.”

       “Are you sure.” I probed.

       “Yeah, I’m sure.” She paused.  “But I do need to talk to you about something.”

       “What is it dear?” I asked.  I was very concerned.

       “I’m going to have you castrated.” She said it very flatly and without much feeling I couldn’t get a good read on what she meant or how she meant it.

       “What do you mean my love?” I know I sounded confused.  Because I was.

       “I mean just what I said, silly.” She giggled a bit, but it sounded a little forced.  “I mean I am going to have a doctor cut your nuts off.”

       “Are you serious?” I asked her.  My confusion was quickly giving way to concern.

       “Yes, love.” She kissed me.  “I am going to pay to have a doctor cut your testacies off so that you will never be able to get an erection, cum, or have sex again.  I have already set up the appointments I just need you to sign some paperwork.”

       “I don’t understand.” My concern was quickly giving way to panic, but I was holding it in.  “Why would you want to do that to me?”

       “Well,” she started.  “there are a lot of reasons of course.  Part of the reason is; I just don’t want to have sex with you anymore, I don’t want you having sex at all anymore, but mostly I just want to do it to you because I like the idea.  I never let you have sex with me anymore anyway.  So for me there is no real loss on that end.  And since I don’t want to have sex with you, I don’t see why you even need the ability.”

       “But,” I protested “what if you change your mind?  What if at some point you want to have sex with a man again?”

       “I won’t.” She said calmly.  “And if I do, it won’t be with you.  I have been thinking about this for a very long time darling.  I know what I want, and I know what it means for you, and me, and us.  And this is what I want.  I want your nuts cut off of you so that you are completely useless sexually” I knew she was serious.  I knew she was actually going to do this to me.  I was sad, and I was scared, and I was hurt.

       “Please don’t do this to me.”  I was starting to cry a little.

       “Oh my love,” she said as she put her arms around me and held me very very tight.  I buried my face against her skin.  “It’s going to be ok.  I promise it is going to be ok.”

       “Don’t you like having sex with me?”  It was my insecurity talking.

       “Of course I do, my love.  I loved having sex with you.  You have always been so very kind, and sweet, and thoughtful of me.  You have always tried so hard to give me exactly what I wanted.  And now this is what I want.”

       I just laid with her and tried to let the implications sink in.  I cried for a while.

       “My love?” I asked her.

       “Yes darling?”

       “May I have sex with you again? At least one last time?”

       She kissed me very gently.  I could still taste Rachael’s pussy on her.

       “No sweetheart. You have already had all the sex you are ever going to have.”

       “…Ok my love.”  I nodded just a little.

       That night I slept with my wife, in the same bed, without being tied up, without anything in my ass.  That was the first time that had happened in a long time.

*****

       Neither of us spoke about it the next morning.  I got up and made her breakfast while she showered.  She ate and left enough for me.  She kissed me as she started toward the door, but then turned around and pulled some papers out of her purse.

       “I need you to sign these today.” She said, and laid them on the table.

       “Ok love.” I said.  “Love you.”

       “Love you too, dear.”  And she was gone.

       I walked over to the table and looked at the papers.  They were from a doctor’s office.  I didn’t bother to read them.  I just flipped through the pages looking for all the places I needed to sign.  When I was done I put them back on the table.

       I spent the day thinking about what was going to happen to me.  I went back and forth a lot about how I felt on the subject.  I literally considered all of my options, but I stopped when I got to the part where I could simply tell my wife “no”.  I could tear up the papers and refuse.  But I didn’t want to.  This was something she wanted, and I wanted her to be happy.  If taking my nuts away was what she wanted, then I would do that for her.  I trusted her, and I knew she wouldn’t put me in this situation unless she was really sure this was how she wanted things to be.  So I made up my mind to do it for her.  That made me happy and I smiled a bit.

       Just then, there was a knock at the door.  It was Rachael.  She looked exhausted. I let her in and made her some coffee.

       “New hours getting to you?”

       “Yeah,” she said with a yawn.  Since I go in so early now, this is my lunch break.  At least I get an hour and a half now because of the long shift.  Your wife asked me to swing by and check on you.”

       “Oh.” I was a bit surprised. “I’m fine.”  Rachael smiled a little.

       “So, she told you what she is going to do to you?”

       “I signed the papers just this morning.”

       “Cool.” She said.  “and you are ok with this?”  She was actually concerned.

       “Yeah.” I said honestly.  “it’s a big deal, but I want her happy. I love her.”

       “You are very sweet.  I can’t even begin to tell you.  But I think it takes some pretty big balls to do what you are doing for her…oh my bad.”  She laughed at her own joke. I did too.  It felt good to laugh with her. It let out some tension.

       “So…Listen.” She looked around uncomfortably.  “This is just between you and me ok?”

       “Sure, what’s up?”

       “If you want to, you can fuck me.”  She said it very smoothly and easily.  I could tell she had been practicing.

       “Thank you, Rachael.” I said.  “But no.”

       “I’m serious.” She continued.  “After they do this to you, you will never have sex again.  I know you want to make her happy, but if you want some release before it goes down I am more than willing to give you that.  I will come over here and let you fuck me every morning on my lunch break if you want.  Your wife will never know. I won’t say a word to her.  This will just be between us.”

       “Rachael.  It’s ok.  No.”

       “Think about it.”  She stood up and lifted up her skirt so I could see her pussy.  “You can get on top of me and fuck my brains out.  You can bend me over and fuck me like a dog.  If you want, I can get on top of you and just ride you till you blow your load all over my insides.  I’ll even let you fuck me in the ass if you like.  Whatever you want to do to me is fine.”  As she spoke, she let her voice drop into a whisper and walked toward me so that she was standing between my knees.  Her skirt was still up and I could see her slit glistening at me.  My dick was pressed so hard against the inside of my jeans that it hurt.  I felt like I could cum at just the sight of such a willing and inviting pussy just inches from me.

       “If you prefer, I can just suck you off.”   She dropped to her knees and put her mouth against my crotch.  It was so warm and soft.  “It’s ok.  Let me do this for you, while I still can.”

       I rubbed her head and tried to contain my arousal just a little so I could talk to her.

       “No Rachael.  I’ve had all the sex I am ever going to have.”

*****

       When my wife got home she didn’t mention the papers.  She just picked them up and put them in her purse.  We ate. Watched TV.  It was a normal night.

       When she took me to bed she pissed in my mouth and then had me jack off for her while she smoked.  I wasn’t allowed to cum, she just liked seeing me get worked up for nothing.  I was on my knees with my nuts just inches from her face.  While I stroked myself she sat there and watched while smoking a cigarette.  Then she started scratching my nuts.  Softly at first, then she started digging her nails in to me.  It hurt but I kept stroking for her.  She started to squeeze them very hard.  It was hard to breath.  She pulled on them hard.  It hurt so bad it was hard to keep masturbating, but I powered through it.  Then she slapped them.  Just a little tap.  The next one was firmer.  Not that hard, but still painful.  The next one knocked the air out of me.  She looked up at my face and I could see a cruel smile on her face.  The next one was a closed fist punch right to my junk.  I grunted and fell backwards.  My legs closed in an instinctive effort to protect myself.

       She put the cigarette in her mouth so she could use both hands to push my knees apart while I was still trying to catch my breath.  Then, after a long draw, she pushed the burning tip of the cigarette against my nut sack.  My world exploded into white hot pain.  I read somewhere once that the tip of a cigarette can be as hot as 1700 F. I never really appreciated that.  I was writing in pain and completely useless. 

My wife leaned back against the headboard and watched me for a few seconds, but all I was doing was writhing and moaning and holding my poor junk.  I guess it was pretty dull, because she used her foot to push me off the bed.  I laid in the floor and cried till I went to sleep.  Above me on the bed, I could hear her vibrator and her soft moaning.

*****

       The next couple of days were pretty uneventful.  Rachael came over twice after work and let my wife fuck her in the ass with a strap on.  She said it helped keep her awake with her new hours.  I wasn’t needed for this so I kept myself busy on the computer while the girls played. True to her word Rachael never mentioned her offer to me, and I have to assume that my wife, was in fact ignorant of it.  I really did appreciate Rachael thinking of me.

       I was actually surprised at how well I was able to keep my impending castration from my mind.  Of course that caused me to be all the more surprised when one morning while getting dressed my wife said.

       “You ready for tomorrow sweetheart?”

       “Tomorrow?” I asked.

“Of course silly.”

“What happens tomorrow?”  I really didn’t think too much about it.  Till she gave me a WTF look.

“Tomorrow you are getting your balls chopped off, you jack ass.”  The words hit me all at once.

“Oh!”

“Did you even bother to read the papers I gave you?”  She sounded frustrated but not mad.

“…Skimmed them.”

“Oh, you skimmed them.” She said seductively as she walked across the room and wrapped her arms around my neck.  “Well, let me fill you in.  Tomorrow, I am going to drive you down to the doctor’s office, and they are going to take a very sharp scalpel, and they are going to slice your scrotum open, and then they are going to pull your little balls out and snip them off.  Then they are going to sew you back up.  The best part is that they can do all of this with just a local anesthetic, so you are going to be awake for the whole thing.  I might even record it for you so you can watch it when we get home.

“Then, they are going to put a small implant under your skin, near where your balls used to be.  It will very slowly release hormones, mainly testosterone to make up for your missing nuts.  This way, you can still be aroused.  But no matter how aroused you get, you are never ever going to be able to even get an erection again.  You are going to be my limp dicked, useless husband forever and ever and ever.”  She purred the last part while laying her head on my shoulder.

I loved her so much.

I wanted to fuck her so bad.

*****

       That morning after my wife left for work, Rachael showed up again.

       “Hi Rachael.” I said pleasantly, though I was a bit preoccupied.

       “I’m not even going to beat around the bush.” She said quickly.  “I want you to fuck me.”

       “What! No!” I blurted out.  “Rachael, I don’t want to fuck you.”  I was already getting hard.

       “I don’t want to hear it.  I know we do a lot of fucked up shit to you, but seriously, as your friend.  Please fuck me!”

       “No!” I tried to be both empathetic and firm.

       “Are you even listening to yourself?” She cried.  “Have you considered the full implications of what is about to happen to you?  This is the last chance you are ever going to have to have sexual intercourse.  It is a basic human need, which you will never get satisfied for the rest of your life.  For the love of God, please fuck me! Just this one time, think of your own happiness.  Please.”

       “Rachael.”  She was shaking.  I put my arm around her waist.  She leaned into me.  Her eyes were wet.  Her hand went to my crotch.  She could feel how hard I was.  “Rachael.  I am very happy…at my wife’s side.”  I pushed her hand away.  She sat at the table and cried.

*****

       That night when my wife got home she told me to get undressed and get in the bed.  I did.  I lay in the bed naked wondering what she had in store for me.  When she came in, she sat her phone down on the nightstand.  She seemed frustrated.

       “Huh,” She said. “Rachael was supposed to come over for this, but said she has come down with a very bad cold because of her strange hours.  She better really be sick to bale on us like this.”  I didn’t say anything.

       She wasted no time securing my hands to the headboard so that my arms were above my head.  Next she tired my legs so that they were spread open and uncomfortable.  Once I was secured, she lit a cigarette and took a moment to examine her work.  She was still fully dressed and climbed in bed between my legs.  After the last time, I was very scared seeing the cigarette so close to my nuts, but she didn’t make any motion to burn them again.  Rather she just played with them.  She rubbed them playfully, then she scratched them very softly.  It wasn’t unpleasant at all.  I was very hard and found myself uselessly trying to fuck the air hoping for some kind of release.  This made my wife giggle as she got up and went to her night stand.

       She came back with a very large penis plug.  She lubed it up carefully and started to work the end down my shaft.  This plug was quite long and I could feel it going down the inside of my dice. Not painful, just and odd feeling.  And I had never gotten used to seeing things going in my did.  It was cold and metallic. And just didn’t feel natural.  After she was done she slid a metal ring down over the head of my dick.  It would hold the ring in place.

       Next.  She raised my balls up so she could get to my asshole.  She lubed me up and then started to finger me for a bit.  Once she was satisfied she came back with a metal butt plug.  Without saying a word she slid it into me.  I threw my head back in pain from the sudden intrusion.  She hadn’t given me any time to prepare and just shoved it in.  It went in easy enough because it was metal, but it was cold and hard and my ass was throbbing.  I was trying to catch my breath and relax to try and deal with the pain.  After just a few seconds, nowhere near enough time for it to stop hurting, she jerked it out.  This time it hurt even more than it had going in.  My ass was empty now but was very sore from the penetration. She shoved it back in.  This time I screamed.  A kind of yelp and I was left laying there whimpering.  She pulled it out.  I managed to not scream this time, but not by much.  My ass hole was hurting so bad, it still felt like something was inside of it.  She pushed it back inside me.

       “Please stop!” I begged her.  Normally I am good with pain, but she was seldom so rough with my ass like this.  I wasn’t used to it and she hadn’t let me build up to it.  She smiled at me and pulled it out again.  I screamed for real this time, and while I was still screaming she pushed it back in my ass.

       She left it there as she got up and got a ball gag.  She was smiling from ear to ear as she strapped it on me.  The she crawled back between my legs and jerked the plug out again.  I screamed into the gag the whole time she shoved it back in.  She pulled it out once more.  This time she was careful to leave the tip penetrating me just a little, and then with a very firm shove she pushed it back up my ass.  By this time I was crying.  She pulled it out again.

       “Hey look at this!” she sounded very happy and was smiling.  “I ripped you!”  sure enough on the plug was a few traces of red blood from where she had torn my asshole.  It wasn’t too bad, but she had never caused me to tear on purpose before.  She pushed the plug back in.  I just lay there and cried.

       Happy that my dick and ass were plugged, she went back to the night stand.  She stopped opened up her laptop and put on some music.  She danced a little as she opened the door of the nightstand and pulled out a stun gun.  I have never been so scared in all my life.  She turned it on and pulled the trigger.  It made a popping sound and I could see the blue electric sparks coming out of the top of it.  I was hoping that she just wanted to scare me.  I was sure that she wouldn’t actually use that thing on me.  I was telling myself that the whole time she was getting back into position between my legs.

       When she pressed the tip against my nuts and pulled the trigger the pain was instant.  I felt my body twitching and felt myself trying to scream.  I could taste metal in my mouth.  It was by far the worst thing that she had ever done to me.  She was laughing her ass off between my legs.  Then without warning she shocked me again.  This time I was a little bit more aware of how the pain was hitting me and I understood the metal but plug and penis ring now.  This time she just sat there watching me for a little bit watching me try to recover.  I was hoping she was done, but she grabbed my erect dick in her hand so that her nails went in all the way down the top of my shaft.  It hurt so bad as she squeezed my dick with her nails like that.  I couldn’t really see but I was sure she was going to draw blood.  While she was squeezing my dick with one hand, she wasn’t even looking at me, she was messing with something on the stun gun.

       Very quickly she let go of my dick and shocked me again.  I understood what she had done with the stun gun.  She had turned it up.  The pain was terrible.  I groaned and convulsed.  Drool was running down the side of my face.  I could smell burning hair.  There was a very odd feeling building in my loins that I just didn’t understand.  I watched her as she turned the gun up once more.  She then held the tip against my balls.  She looked at me and said I love you.  Then she pulled the trigger.

       I felt like I was going to explode.  My heart was racing and my vision was blurry.  My stomach hurt and I felt like my insides had been liquefied.  Then a very funny thing started to happen.  I came.  It was awesome I felt my dick and balls twitching trying to push the cum out around the plug.  The orgasm lasted forever.  Cum was seeping out around the plug and running down my shaft.  My dick was bouncing up and down frantically.  My wife was watching me with a very satisfied look on her face.  Finally it ended.

       My wife pulled out the gag.  “I love you.” She said and kissed my mouth.

       “I love you too.”  Then she got on top of my face and pissed in my mouth.  She pulled out the plugs gently and cut me loose.  Then she took me by the hand and lay in bed with me while she went to sleep.

*****

       The doctor’s office was colder than I thought it would be.  I was an absolute wreck and my wife basically had to lead me around by the hand.  She had me sit in a weighting room while she talked to some nurses. There was a girl sitting next to me who seemed just as nervous as me.  I could tell from the paperwork she was filling out that her name was Mira, but I couldn’t see what she was here for.  I kinda laughed at how nervous she seemed.  I’ll bet no one was going to castrate her.

       Mira was ahead of me so I sat there holding my wife’s hand while we waited.  Finally they called my name and my wife helped me up.  She took me back into the room where a female doctor had me take off my clothes as she looked over some paperwork.  Once I was naked and on the table she asked me how I was doing.  I wasn’t much for conversation but I told her fine.  My wife was sitting at the side of the room texting and not paying too much attention.

       “Ok,” the doctor said as she put her gloves on “Let’s get those balls off.”

       She rubbed a cream on my balls that numbed them a little.  Then she stuck a needle into my sack.  “Does this hurt?” she asked.

       “No, but I can tell what you’re doing.” I said honestly.

       “Yeah that’s normal.” And she started the injection.  “You are going to be able to feel all of this, but none of it should hurt.”

       After the injection I saw her pick up a scalpel and just as my wife said, she cut open my scrotum.  It didn’t hurt, but I could still feel it when she carefully squeezed my nuts out.  She quickly picked up a small pair of pliers.  I didn’t feel it when she actually cut my nuts off.  But I saw her lay a small plastic tube on the table next to her.  I knew by balls were in it.  I just laid there and waited while she put in the implant to regulate my hormones and the sewed me up.  She told my wife that I was going to be bed ridden for a couple of days.  She gave me some pills for the pain and some instructions to my wife.  I was pushed out in a wheelchair and my wife drove me home.

       As soon as I got home and into bed I took a pill, which knocked me out pretty quick.  When I woke up it was dark outside and I could feel the strangest sensation in my dick.  I looked down and saw my wife pushing a tube down inside of me.

       “It’s a catheter” she explained. “You won’t be able to get out of bed to go to the bathroom without my help…and I’m not going to help.  This way you can just piss when you need to.”  I nodded.  She didn’t say anything else and just walked out.  I fell back asleep.

       The next four days or so were a blur.  I would wake up from time to time, sometimes I would lay awake for half an hour or so but I would go back to sleep pretty quickly.  Sometimes would wake up and there would be food laying next to the bed.  Sometimes my wife would come in and change the catheter bag, or look at my balless sack.  Other times I would wake up while she was changing clothes.  She never said anything or looked at me.  Mostly she just ignored me.

On the fourth day I was able to stay awake for about an hour.  While I was laying there, my wife came in and set a glass of water next to the bed.  She didn’t say anything and was gone in just a matter of seconds.

       On the fifth night I woke up and lay awake for a while.  I could hear my wife talking with Rachael in the next room.  I was more awake than I had been in a while so I listened to them talk.  After a while my wife came in.  She was naked and saw that I was more alert.  She came over to the bed and looked at my empty sack.  I could see that her pussy was glistening. She leaned over and kissed me.  I could taste Rachael’s pussy on her lips.  Suddenly I was very awake and I purred a little while she kissed me.  I felt my hips push up in the air and I suddenly wanted to fuck my wife very badly.  She touched my face and ran her hand down my neck.  I was still moaning and she pushed her hand down my chest and stomach.  I was still fucking the air when she got to my dick.  Which was completely soft, limp, and unresponsive.  A wave of frustration and disappointment hit me and I started to cry.

       My wife pulled away and laughed as she played with my limp little dick.  She tugged on it and swatted it with her hand.  She was smiling and laughing so hard that Rachael came in to see what was going on.  She was naked too.

       “Look at this.” My wife said happily as she showed Rachael my pathetic little cock.  “I am going to have so much fun with this.”

       “Awe, poor little guy.” Rachael teased.

       “I know right!” my wife was still laughing.  I was sobbing at this point.  My wife leaned over the bed so that she was laying on top of me with her ass was sticking up in the air.  I could feel her tits pressing against me. “Hey Rachael!” my wife said excitedly. “Go get the strap on and fuck me while I’m on top of him.”

       “Ok,” Rachael said as she rushed off to get the instrument.  I just lay there crying.

       “Awe, don’t cry.” My wife teased.  “You should have fucked her when you had the chance.”