Solomon – Losing My Balls

by Solomon

Chapter 1

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Disclaimer: If you are easily offended by blatant sexual stories, are under 18, or have a heart condition, don’t read this. If it is illegal in your state to possess this literature, then don’t possess. All within is pure fiction - I guess.

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Staring at the glass on the mantel was making all this seem so surreal to me. The vessel was still empty, for the moment, but knowing what my wife wanted to do was destroying me mentally. I got lost in the intricacies of the glass itself and studied every facet of it. For the most part it was rather ornamental with diamonds ground deeply into all but the front face of it. It was about six inches tall with a rather large mouth to it and about four inches wide with a somewhat square shape to it. In depth, it was only two inches at most. And it was topped off by a glass stopper held in pace with a wire fastening much like on a canning jar. It had been designed to hold valentine candy and thus had a thin lined etched heart on the front of it, which made seeing the contents particularly easy to see.

The vessel was empty for the moment, but after what Lisa had told me last night, what she expected to fill it with in the coming months made my legs weak and my mind go faint. I had to pull my eyes away and looked over at the computer that held the real story. That’s where I first found out about the real purpose for this jar, and everything meant to lead up to its’ filling. Lisa finally admitted it to me last night so the thoughts of it could haunt my mind. Now, here I am as little more than a house husband, waiting for the next embarrassing moment to occur that would be her next step towards filling it. I looked back at the jar and wondered how I had allowed things to get so out of hand that the chance was becoming more real everyday that soon I would be part of that glass container.

Not only would I be responsible for keeping it dusted off, positioned prominently, but to fill it… with my own testicles.

It started almost two months ago and I can pin it all to three events. The first was a bar Lisa talked me into visiting, the second was a book she had read, and the third was her finding that damn jar.

I was working in construction at the time and always complained to Lisa how I wish we made enough money so I could quit and lounge the rest of my days around the house and enjoy life. I warn you now that you should always worry about what you wish for, because it came true for me and I’m paying one hefty price for it. My name is Dan and I’m 24 at the moment. My wife is a hot little spitfire of a blonde with long wispy hair. She has the most gorgeous, perky little breasts that I absolutely adore. When she turns thirty, her chest will still have her looking like a sixteen year old. They’re beautiful little cone shaped beauties that stand tight against her chest with nipples twice the size of pencil erasers.

We went out for a quiet night on the town and she wanted to check out an old watering hole. She was upset to see it had gotten run down so quickly since it had been the place of her first legal drink, three years earlier. It looked like a real dive to me, but I humored her and went along with her when she wanted to stop in for one drink. There was one barkeep that looked half in the bag, and three men that looked like biker types. They gave Lisa a quick once over, and I was quite happy that they left it at that.

I got us a couple of beers and we sat at a corner table. Lisa started reminiscing over her first and only other time in the place. Since the place was so dead we agreed to finish our beers and find a more exciting place to spend the night. As we were doing just that, a young guy came into the bar and went right over to sit with the other men, which seemed odd because they were easily in their mid thirties. We got lost in our conversation for awhile until the voices from across the room became rather loud.

“I want my fucking money now, or you won’t like the way I take it out in trade.”

One of the men was clearly threatening the younger man and he looked very scared. Lisa and I started paying closer attention to the action since it seemed to be coming to a scuffle. I noticed that the louder their voices grew, the more interested Lisa became, but not in a fearful way. Their words were making it pretty clear that they were beginning to talk about taking the younger man’s debt out in trade and that certainly seemed to imply some form of sex.

Lisa has always been extremely sexual with me and innovative, so seeing her getting turned on by what would best be described as a prison scene wasn’t unlike her. I grabbed her arm and suggested it was time to leave and she began to get up. But as I was pulling her to her feet, the bikers were pulling their intended victim to his feet and hustling him towards the bathrooms; kicking and begging all the way. I began hurrying her along until she tugged back.

“Wait… I’ve got to see this.”

She began tugging me towards the bathrooms and I insisted that we leave, and now I wish I had of dragged her away. When she had me convinced that after one quick look we would leave, I begrudgingly followed her lead. The men saw us coming and seemed all for an audience and one of the men even held the door open for us.

We watched as the kid was forced to his knees by one man behind him and the third man began unzipping his pants. The guy rapped him aside the head twice to control his flailing around and to become obedient for him, and then finished dropping his pants. Lisa’s hands grabbed my arm so hard; she was clearly getting off on seeing this poor guy getting totally emasculated. The guy crushed the jaw of the kid into opening up for him and easily slid his cock into his mouth. I could feel Lisa quivering like she was having an orgasm just watching this.

The man grabbed the kids’ head and made a point of fucking away at him like his head was a melon; showing absolutely no concern for his welfare. He was gagging and choking, spit was drooling from his lips and he was making god awful gurgling sounds. All of this was keeping Lisa enticed so greatly that she couldn’t pry her eyes away from the union of cock and mouth. I took a good look and she had indeed just had a minor orgasm.

I tried to tug her away from the scene again, but there was no way she was leaving until it was over. We watched the kid getting his mouth raped for a good two minutes more when we heard the guy telling him “not to lose a drop”. Lisa’s fingers dug into me even harder and I watched her as she was clearly going to have another orgasm over this kid’s treatment and it appeared breathing was no longer a necessary action for her.

The man started grunting as he demanded the kid to start swallowing and Lisa began vibrating me as she watched the guy relieving himself deep into the kids’ mouth. Every thrust made her own hips twitch and it looked like she had the exact timing of the attacker. I began pulling at her again just as the man’s cock flopped out of the kid’s mouth along with a good amount of drool. The man holding the door was now dropping his pants to take a turn just as the door fell shut on us.

A minute later we were on our way to the next bar and Lisa couldn’t stop talking about how erotic the sight had been for her. When I asked why she couldn’t feel for the poor kid, her only response was that “he must have deserved it”. The rest of the night was non-stop lamenting from her over the topic. I got the distinct feeling that she wanted me to find my own victim so that she could relive the act in the privacy of our own home.

The next day I came home from work and began bitching about how tired I was yet again. The work was very physical and left me exhausted. I crave those days now. Lisa was on the couch and reading a book. She did a lot of reading when I wasn’t around and it was usually some romance novel, but when I peeked at the title, I grew a little concerned. It was a story relating to dominant/submissive relationships. I asked her about it and was shushed away to allow her to continue her reading. There was a benefit to the book however. It seemed to get her so randy that she became a tigress in bed that night. Unfortunately, she wasn’t able to stop talking about the scene she had been a voyeur to the night before.

Just before we finished our ritual of her sitting over my face to warm up her desire for a good fucking, she asked me the most telling clue that I missed entirely.

“You ever suck a guy off? You know, when you were a kid or something?”

I promptly paused long enough to give her a definite “no”, and went back to performing my favorite sexual event; eating her out like I was a starving man.

“You ever taste… you know, you’re… own cum?”

Again I gave her a vehement “no”.

I guess I put her off the talking part of her fantasy, but I knew it never really left her. I would find out the next night that things were going to get kinkier with her very quickly.

The next day I got home with my usual complaints of a hard days worth of work and that was when the new glass on the mantle came into view. I didn’t think much about it because Lisa collected a lot of knickknacks; but I never would have guessed that my balls would be something she expected to have a right to collect and display within it.

It wouldn’t be for another month before I found the checklist she had saved on our computer, but when I did, everything became very clear to me that it had been written the day she bought that damn jar. And it also showed just how well planned Lisa had thought things out. I never even suspected a thing for nearly two weeks, but when I found the list it confirmed that she had set about that very day to train me, as sort of her pet project. It was now appearing to me as I looked at the jar once more that she had plans for me that extended well beyond our marriage vows, and even well past where her list ended.

Normally, Lisa would allow me to veg out in front of the television for a while before asking anything of me, but she was ready and waiting for me to put her plan into action.

Lisa asked me, “What would you say if I told you that I came up with a way for you to quit your job and have plenty of time to relax?”

“I’d be your loving slave forever and ever. Why? What’s your money making scheme?”

She smirked and replied, “Just remember you said that. I haven’t worked out all the bugs yet, but believe me; it’s on its way.”

I was extremely curious, but when she dragged me off the couch towards the bedroom, I realized I did have enough energy for anything that might happen in there and gladly followed her.

Lisa immediately pushed me down onto the bed and began taking off my shirt. I liked where things “appeared” to be heading, so when she pushed me down I wasn’t about to fight her. She lay across my chest and gave me a full on kiss. While she did that, she lifted my right arm above my head and I felt her wrapping the soft nylon rope around my wrist. I knew the rope well and I had used it to restrain my lovely many times in the past; so many times in fact that we decided to just leave them there all the time.

This was a first for her though and I hesitated for a moment, but when Lisa lays on the passionate whining, any man would melt like butter. I allowed her to restrain my other wrist and settled in to see what exciting thing she had planned to entertain me with there after. It first involved her snatching my pants down and off me, along with my shoes, socks, and underwear. There was one of two sexploits the girl could do that were favorites of mine; sitting on my face for an all out munching, or riding my shaft like a wanton slut.

I watched her slowly taking off her clothes and that was when she first began her mind games. It was unusual for her to talk much during sex, but I quickly understood she was still thinking about the scene at the bar two nights earlier.

“Remember the other night? I haven’t been able to get it out of my head since the moment I saw it. Then I found the book I was reading yesterday and thought, ‘what the hell’, and here we are. You have always taken the lead in our sex lives, but this time, I’m taking charge.”

Except for the reference to the bar, I was in love with every word she spoke. Lisa climbed onto the bed and straddled me, and didn’t take her eyes off mine as she placed my shaft to her, and eased on down to absorb me. This was my second favorite part of sex, because to be truthful, I preferred munching on her pussy even better. However, watching her working me off was an amazing turn-on for me. Today however, was exceptionally strange the way she went about it. She seemed to be in her own little world and even seemed to get mad when I told her she was being a little too rough. Her comment of “stop acting like a girl” didn’t help.

Lisa had at least two small hits of her own before she got me to the brink of cumming. I had never seen her working so hard or so expertly to get me off before and if it weren’t for the stern face she was wearing, I would be in heaven. Even as she took several hard, final plunges down onto my shaft, she stared at me more like I was an enemy than her lover.

When I couldn’t hold back anymore, I grunted my way through an exquisite cum unlike any I could remember and all the time she coaxed me to fill her up. As soon as I was finished cumming and she had started breathing normal again, my worst nightmare began in earnest.

“Step one,” she said, “now for the real show.”

I was puzzled as to what she meant, but I would quickly find out as she pulled away from our mating and slid up over my chest. I had an uneasy feeling what might be coming my way and tried jerking my wrists out of my restraints.

Lisa walked her knees over my arms, placing a thigh on either side of my head, and I started to tell her I wouldn’t do what she was planning on, but that just made her smile.

“Too bad,” she replied, “I don’t remember giving you a choice. Open wide, sweetheart.”

She positioned her crotch right over my face and began squatting closer to my lips. I demanded that she get off me and untie my hands, but all I got was verbal taunts and witticism from her.

“All I want you to do is what you do best. Take one of those long, deep licks you do so well.”

I was then smothered by the wettest pussy she had ever had and I wanted to gag over knowing what she was trying to get me to do. She began backing up her taunts by grabbing my balls in one hand and pulling my hair in her other hand.

“I need to see this baby. It’s no big deal… it’s your creamy desert after all. Just pretend it’s all from me and I’ll help you get through this.” She began rubbing herself against my face and would push down on her forward strokes. “I want to feel the tongue, sweetie. Now get it up there… now.”

I had never heard her act in such a commanding way, or so belligerently towards me. Despite the pressure I felt squeezing at my balls and the tugging at my hair, I figured I could outlast her or at least until she switched her hand from my hair to my nose. She sneered at me as she pinched my nose closed a first time and made sure her pussy lips were squashed tightly against my lips. I tried struggling to get away, but I finally had to dart my tongue up into her to get her to let me breathe. She continued pinching my airway off until I finally had to give in and follow her instructions.

Sadly, the one thing I had always been so turned-on to hear her say during our private moments was now being used against me. It was usually a term used to indicate an act for the benefit of a male, but I loved the way she would often beg me for a “blowjob”. It had always sounded so raw to here a girl asking for the female equivalent in that way. But now, it was an absolute taunt aimed at my manhood.

“Come on sweetie, you can suck cunt better than this. Go ahead, delve in and show mommy how good of a blowjob you can give her. Taste all that nice sperm you made. Clean me up and make me cum like you always do and I’ll give you something special.”

I couldn’t possibly get away from her and since I had already started doing the most twisted thing I ever thought I would do, I closed my eyes and concentrated on my typical format. I lapped deeply through her lips and nibbled at the outer edge of them. She twitched and I saw I was having a positive outcome, and began making my usual long tongue strokes to titillate her. When her convulsions became fluent and caused her to moan wildly, she dropped her chest closer to my head to put her clit into position for me to bite at it until she started screaming into the headboard.

Lisa rocked back and forth making me alternate between nibbling at her clit and lapping my way through the entire length of her vulva. She gasped loudly one last time as her torso fell over my head, nearly smothering me, and she went hell bent through a massive orgasm.

When she was done having her fun with me, I demanded that she untie me, but she decided to wait for a while until she talked me into calming down. It didn’t help though when she went to kiss me and stopped.

“Ewwwee! You smell like cum. Yuck! I’ll wait until you shower.”

I was waiting for her to tell me about her game and why she had forced me to do something she knew I would hate so much. However, I got the strange feeling that something had flipped around in our marriage and I could very well be coming out on the bottom. I decided to wait for her to speak first since her history had made it clear that she couldn’t help but do so. And it didn’t take all that long.

“Sooo… how did you like that fuck? Did I rape your balls or what? And I was even nice enough to give you a piece of pie for desert.”

Lisa was so happy with herself that answers from me weren’t really needed. Hearing her talk about the fuck really sidetracked my own mind though, because it had been an extremely great romp this time. We hadn’t been married that long, but sex tends to get stale pretty fast and right up to that last part… wow.

Lisa went on, “And I know, I know… you probably didn’t like that ride I took on your face.” She sat up to look down on me and added, “But damn, I’ve never gotten off better. I mean, I felt so powerful and like I was in command. It took rubbing myself off on your face to such a new level. And I’m sure it won’t take you long to get use to it.”

Excuse me? It “won’t take me long to get use to it”? I tried to keep my face from indicating my real thoughts so long as I was still tied down. She started rubbing my chest and even toyed with my balls in her fingers for a while. The latter was more rough than usual and I jumped from her rolling them between her fingers. She took a hard look at them and asked me a question as if she were in a trance.

“Sweetie, I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve decided to make a few changes in our lives. For the last three years, you’ve been in charge of everything and made all the money and stuff. You might say that you carried the balls in the family. That was so unfair to you. I’ve decided to take over making the money, paying the bills, and in short, I guess I want these.”

Lisa tugged on my scrotum and balls until they were severely stretched away from my body to illustrate what she was talking about. I can’t lie. I would love it if she did as she was suggesting, but it was impossible. My job wasn’t really any worse than any other, but it was hard work that left me totally drained, all the time. She allowed my balls to relax for a moment and then stretched them out again.

“Can I have them? I promise to take good care of them. And for a change, I’ll be the bread winner and take care of you, too. What do you say, can I have them?”

The humiliation she had just put me through had vanished from my mind and all I could think about was the life of leisure she was promising me.

“Sure, take them, they’re yours.”

She put on a huge smile and seemed to come back to life. “You promise me? You’ll let me take over? You’ll let me take care of you?” She made one last pull on my sack and asked, “So, you promise me I can have the balls in the house for a change and make all the crucial decisions?”

I still doubted her ability to make as much money as I could, but I went along with her. “You sure can. When you want to start?”

She cupped my balls in her hand as if cradling them and asked one more time, “Then I can have your balls and do with them as I see fit to care for the household? I take care of you as well as you’ve taken care of me, and I can lay claim to these as mine?”

I smirked seeing the unrealistic side of things, but I agreed. I should have paid much more attention to that oddball language she was using. “You make enough money to get me out of that job, and you can swing off them by your teeth if you want. Beginning tomorrow then?”

Lisa smiled, bent over to lick my balls in one quick swath, and came back close to my face and said, “Remember, you promised me. And as far as taking over, I already have. You’re my bitch now.”

Somehow the vulgarity of her statement worried me, but when she immediately began to untie my wrists, I figured the world was back to normal.

“And the thing with the money… it’ll take a couple of weeks to make that happen, but don’t worry your pretty little head; it’s taken care of already. You just worry about getting use to me being in charge. And honey, you will be here in bed after work tomorrow to pleasure me again. Now, I say when it’s time for sex.”

I figured that this was a game I could play if I set my mind to it, and surely I could talk her out of repeating her last repugnant behavior. Or at least until I came home dogged tired the next day, I did. Lisa played out the same routine sexually as she had the day before. When she insisted on tying me down again, I figured I would have to see what she would do for an encore. I did try to make her promise not to do that nasty thing again about making me taste my own cum, but the best she would promise was to think about it. I took that as her saying she would protect my dignity, but that didn’t happen. For three days in a row, she repeated the same sex almost to the letter. I got really mad at her the last time and she promised not to make me do that again… for a while.

I should have started paying better attention to her words. Everything seemed to be turning into a mind game with her and I was growing a bit worried about her living in somewhat of a fantasy world. But I got a bigger surprise on the fourth day of what I would learn in several weeks had been my true training debut. Everything else up to that point was sort of just testing the waters for her.

It was a rougher day than usual at work because Frank, the foreman, didn’t show up until noon. I was pissed that he had left me in charge of the crew without a word ahead of time to let me know it. When he did show up, I was really about to lose it when Lisa came driving up to the job site.

I went over to the car and asked her, “What’s up? Something wrong?”

“I need to do something really important that relates to my taking over earning the household money. I need you to take a half day off.”

I was about to laugh in her face when Frank spoke up. He had evidently come over to say hello to Lisa. They knew each other a little, but not all that well.

“Hey man, I screwed you over this morning. Go ahead and head home. I’ll take care of things the rest of the day.”

“I can’t Frank, we need the cash.”

Lisa piped in and said, “Don’t worry Dan, I told you I would take care of that. Follow me home.”

I decided that Frank had pissed me off enough that I deserved some time off even if it did mean losing some pay, so I grabbed my stuff and headed home.

I was a few minutes behind Lisa and when I got there, she was already topless and waiting for me in the bedroom.

“I thought you had something important to do. Bills won’t get paid this way.”

“Sure they will.” Lisa smiled and began stripping my shirt off me. I remembered the past three days and stopped her. She knew what was on my mind and reminded me of how she had promised not to give me a repeat of the prior days. I helped her get my shirt off and then she pointed towards the bed. She promised me again that things were going to be different today and finally I allowed her to restrain my hands one more time.

“I thought that you would appreciate a nooner for a change. She stripped my bottom half and made a real production out of stripping off her own clothes to entice me. I was raring to go when she started to mount my abdomen, but she made it clear that today she wanted my best talents first.

I noticed her nipples were rock hard and her tits were more taut than ever as she slid her wet bottom along my stomach and chest to get into my favorite position. She began making herself at home and I was happy that she was holding to her word and giving me a clean pussy for a change. Her extreme state of wetness made me aware that she must have played with herself so much that she needed me to finish her off.

Lisa wriggled her bottom over my face and started rubbing back and forth; moaning a low guttural moan all the time. She definitely had to have worked her pussy well before coming to get me, because she was wet as all hell. I lapped all around her lips and through them just as she liked and pushed my tongue as deeply into her as possible. I was finally back to enjoying my favorite pastime.

“Ooohh… that feels so good Dan. You give the best blowjob a girl could ever hope for; I’m so lucky to have you.” I was going nice and slow on her for several minutes and enjoyed the leering look of lust I was invoking in her. She intertwined her fingers into my hair and her lustful smile took on a glint of something totally new. It seemed animalistic and bothered me a little.

That was when I felt a strange tingling in my mouth that took me a minute to understand what it was, and just as I was about to voice my concern, Lisa pushed down hard over my lips and gripped my hair roughly.

“Figured it out, didn’t you? I promised I wouldn’t make you eat your cum for a while, but I never said anything about someone else’s, did I?”

I went nuts and tried bucking her off me, but her strangling of my hair forced me to calm down. She had just told me that not only had I been assuming wrongly that her extreme wetness was all her, but that she had cheated on me. I was furious and even began biting at her lips to get her off me.

“Calm down you little bitch. I want a blow job, now just do it. You’ve already gotten most of it by now, so finish the fucking job.”

Lisa had gone mad. How could she do this to me? Had that one night in the bar changed her so much that she thought she could do anything she wanted?

I was refusing to lick her anymore, but when she went back to the routine of pinching my nose to deprive me of air, I reluctantly continued tonguing away at her.

“That’s a good boy. I guess you’re worried about where I got the fresh semen from, huh? Don’t worry you’re pretty little self over that detail. You don’t have to worry though; the guy is safe and won’t be a problem coming between us. At least, as long as…”

Between her pinching my nose to keep me doing her disgusting bidding and gagging over knowing what the tingling in my mouth was really caused by, her pause troubled me greatly.

“As long as you play nicely, he won’t be a problem. This is a big step for you sweetie, and I know it’ll take you some time getting use to it, but when you do then life will be great. Now hang on, I intend on enjoying myself.”

With that said she rubbed herself off on my face and even threw in some details of how the man had treated her while making his deposit. She worked herself into several small orgasms, but it seemed she was still purposely holding back on the big one. That’s when she dropped the bombshell on me.

“What do you think your crew would think if they knew what I was doing to you right now?” When she saw the fear come to my eyes, she continued on. “That’s why you’re going to be a big boy and suck it up. You don’t want any of them to know I’ve been using you for this little thrill, do you?”

She repeated the question several times before demanding that I acknowledge it. I shook my head as much as her thighs would allow and she finally stopped pinching my nose closed.

It took another couple of minutes before I got her to come to the big one and my mouth was aching before she did. Before getting off my face, she reached back, grabbed my balls roughly, and proclaimed, “You gave these to me, remember. They’re mine now and you will relinquish your control over the house to me. Got me, Dan? I’m serious. Before I get off you, you’d better understand that. I’m not going to play around with you. I don’t want to hear one word about this when I get off you, not a single one. When you come home tomorrow, we’ll play this little game again. You’d better be ready and you’d better keep your mouth shut to me. I hear one word I don’t like from you and every one on your crew will get this knowledge first hand. You agree?”

I closed my eyes and was horrified over what she was saying, and even a little frightened over the tone in which she was saying it to me. I slowly nodded my head in agreement.

“Not one fucking word, remember that. I’ll just walk out of here and the next and last time you’ll see me will be at your job site. Your balls are mine now. Get use to it, play the fucking game, and make sure to keep me happy.”

Lisa slowly pried her crotch from my face and bent down to kiss me. I turned away from her, but in rebuke I received, “That’s right, I almost forgot; you’ve been snacking on another man’s sperm. You’re so nasty. I love it!”

I tried over the next three days to figure a way out of my predicament. I tried to gently bring about a conversation twice and was greeted first by a slap across the face, and then by having to hold her hand to keep her from leaving the house. I loved Lisa so much, but I couldn’t begin to understand what was driving her to do this to me. The only thing that tempered the situation was that as long as sex wasn’t involved, it was like always and things were great between us. My only saving grace seemed to be that she had backed down on repeating her last stunt. She did begin taunting me daily as if she were going to abuse me, but it was just her having fun at my expense. I did get the sense though that she was toying with my head as if to get me to become a willing participant in her deranged fantasies.

The following Monday was the seventh day of my training; as I would find out someday. Lisa came to get me from work an hour early. I asked Frank to take over for me and seeing how commanding Lisa was that I leave right away, he nodded me off.

When I got home I was expecting another onslaught of abuse. I found myself being tied to the bed again, but this time she tied my feet down as well. It was also different in that I was tied to one side of the bed. She toyed with me for a while and seemed to be growing a great fondness for tugging and twisting my balls as if claiming them as her prize. She also began tweaking and tugging at my nipples while treating me as if she were making love with some girl. Now that was something I could get into if she was headed for a lesbian affair. I finally asked her what was taking her so long to do her thing to me.

“You mean, feed you another man’s stuff? That’s easy, hon. He hasn’t deposited it in me yet. But don’t fret now, he’ll be along soon and you can have your food.”

With that, she reached into the night stand and pulled out a roll of duct tape. In short order, I found my eyesight stolen away. I voiced my concern over why I would need to be blindfolded and it occurred to me that I was on one side of the bed for a reason.

“No, please tell me you aren’t going to fuck the guy right here. How much do you expect me to take? Please Lisa, don’t do that to me? I’m begging you.”

“I’ll do as I please. Now shut up and wait quietly.”

Lisa seemed to be walking around the room and I guessed that she was getting dressed for the guy she was cheating on me with. As I lay there, I thought about the reaction my crew would have if she did tell them and there was only one conclusion each time I had gone through that; I would have to quit my job and move away. Them finding out what she had done to me would effectively end my life as I knew it.

I didn’t have to wait long before I heard the doorbell. I was freaking out over some strange guy walking in to see me stripped and tied down. I was hoping that having sex on the bed next to me would be just as revolting to him as it would for me. But after several minutes of worrying over that detail, it vanished when I could clearly hear my wife wailing away over getting fucked in the living room. I felt some small part of my dignity being restored, and that left only the final act to dwell over.

I was still greatly repulsed at having to essentially clean up my wife as she got her rocks off on emasculating me, but at least I knew I could survive the disgusting acts she was demanding of me until I found some way to tame her. The thing that bothered me the most about this day was that the “donation” would obviously be much fresher, and that left me wondering how nasty that would make things for me. Would it be thicker, creamier, and more pungent? Would there be more of it? I tried to get it out of my mind, but that only left the sounds of my wife cheating on me just a mere thirty feet away.

I started to realize that her loud verbal excitement was directly for my benefit. It still didn’t make any sense to me the way she was treating me. We had been so happy and I took good care of her. We never had a serious fight in over three years and I was finding it impossible to believe that one scene in a bar could have led to all this. Just then, I heard a loud scream coming from Lisa that clearly marked the end of her foray. I braced myself for the worst and a couple of minutes later, she came into the bedroom.

I felt earphones being placed over my head and tried to shake them off, but that only got me a slight slap against my head. I only had my hearing left and didn’t care to lose it. Her choice of music seemed a little odd because it was country music and she knew I hated it. I began begging her to release me and at one point even offered to comply with her wishes without the ropes. I knew that was a lie, because without the ropes I never would have been able to go near her cunt. I felt her working her body into place on top of me and within seconds, I felt her squatting that last inch to sit tightly against my face. When her pinching my nose began, I had to perform as demanded.

My earlier worries had been well founded and I found the semen to be much thicker when freshly placed in my wife. The feel of it kept making me gag, but every time I paused, Lisa’s fingers would pinch off my air supply again. I tried to get into my usual tactics for making her get off quickly to get this over with, but the head phones were lifted momentarily away from my head just long enough to hear, “Don’t blow me yet. Eat it! Just eat the nice man’s sperm first, and when I tap your head, start working me off.”

What she was asking was beyond belief. I should have guessed that she was breaking this act into separate parts. I had begun noticing that at first she seemed to basically squat on my face and hold still. I knew her normal behavior was more about rubbing herself against my face to aid in getting to her real climax. It had been bad enough knowing that I was expected to do the latter, but now that she expected and was demanding this slightly different function of me, I started to gag more. Between the much thicker cum and her depriving me of air, I finally just gave up and began working my tongue as a scoop that I drove as deep as I could into her folds. I even made a sucking motion like a human vacuum which seemed to please her greatly, just to get this over with. I heard her squeal over it despite the music blaring aware in the headphones.

I finally felt the tap against the top of my head and worked feverishly to work her off. I had had my fill of this nasty proceeding and wanted it over as fast as possible. I felt sick to my stomach knowing that some other man had just fed me his cum, and I couldn’t picture one reason she might have to keep from telling the guy what she was doing to me. Within a minute, Lisa went spastic and began rubbing my lips raw with her gyrating movements. When I felt her fall over my head, I knew it was over.

Soon, Lisa was peeling her bottom away from my face and I asked her to release me, which got me another small slap that indicated I was to be quiet. I felt the headphones being pulled away and she stated in her sweetest tone, “Time for the next step in your progression, sweetie. Get ready, it’s a big one. Now, I know you have it in you to do it, so just do what you know is expected of you and you’ll be fine. I’ll be right here fisting myself… so you’re not alone, okay?”

I was wondering what the hell she was talking about when I felt the bed jostling under me and freaked out yet again. It was clear someone else was in the room. My first thought was of the man she was cheating with, but I dismissed that since I had just cleaned his deposit moments earlier. I remembered how she had told me I would be rewarded for my efforts and suspected I now knew the reason for the blindfold. Knowing how much I love to eat her pussy, under normal circumstances, I guessed this was one of her girlfriends she figured would be a good way of paying me for my efforts. Not only was she wrong, but it was even more humiliating to me when I realized that her friend had to know about the other man; thus robbing an even greater portion of my dignity from me.

The girl struggled to get on top of me and by the weight, I figured I knew who it was; Melody. She was on the hefty side and I knew Lisa was having a good laugh. She was well aware that I had no attraction to her at all.

I was expecting the last scramble forward to place her pussy over my face when the head phones were lifted again to give me a last warning.

“Make me proud, honey. I expect you to struggle quite a bit, but that’s okay as long as you get the job done.” Her voice got extremely warning in tone. “Don’t bite? If you do, you’re going to get the shit kicked out of you. Enjoy!”

The phones were replaced and I was trying to figure out what she meant about biting. It had never been a problem in the past. I felt a hand scrunching my hair until it became so painful I opened my mouth to protest, only to have a cock thrust quickly into it.

That bitch! I couldn’t believe the humiliation she was heaping on me. How in the world could she be so cruel to me? The guy pushed to the back of my throat and held a very rigid cock there until I realized he was waiting for me to simmer down. It was the oddest feeling in my life and I was gagging endlessly. When I finally got my wits about me, I forced myself to hold still. The reason for me being blinded was not to hide what friend she had brought by, but to hide the face of her lover. I thought again and knew she couldn’t be so cruel as to involve someone I knew in this craziness, and decided the blindfold had probably been to keep me from seeing what was coming my way.

As the man settled in to steal from me the most embarrassing thing ever asked of me, my mind flashed back to when I was just a kid. An older teenager in the neighborhood had forced me to suck on his cock to belittle me in front of another guy. It hadn’t gone very far, but it had remained a deeply hidden torment from my past that I had never breathed a word of, and was probably what was making this so hard on me now.

I kept getting small slaps against my head and at one point I felt my jaws being pulled tightly around the cock in my mouth by Lisa’s hands. I guessed that she wanted me to apply more pressure for her boyfriend’s satisfaction, and having no choice, I did it. I tried to let my mind wander away from the present and went into sort of an autopilot. The man seemed to be getting from me what he wanted and I tried to remove my mind away from the scene to protect my last drop of dignity.

A guy never thinks much about a blowjob from the girl’s end, but now I was seeing there was a lot more to it than just a couple of minutes of sucking. Every move the man made was clearly to reap the most feeling he could get from me for his benefit. I could almost tell where he was at in his effort by his reactions, and the most humiliating thing was when I felt the cock beginning to swell to its largest girth yet. I knew he was getting ready to cum and went nuts knowing that I had no options. He was going to end this the way he wanted to and all I could do was hold on, and try to breathe.

I braced myself and remembering how thick his cum had been coming from Lisa’s pussy, I decided I had to try to swallow it down as fast as I could to prevent from choking on it. I felt the guy sitting up slightly as he began thrusting hard at my face. And then I was impaled. He pushed his cock to the back of my throat and held it there as I felt that first squirt. I tried to swallow, but he was pressed so hard against me that all I could do was hold on and wait. By the time I realized he was dumping his entire load directly into my throat, I was about out of air. I thought about how huge this man’s cock was in girth to be stretching the corners of my mouth, and prayed he would be finished with me quickly; I was near passing out from lack of air.

He finally did withdraw enough for me to breathe and my first reaction was to clear my throat, which meant swallowing. It was so warm and I could tell just as thick as earlier. Oddly, a fleeting thought ran through my head that I wished my own sperm was so thick. As soon as I got a breath, he pushed his cock back into me and I could feel him leaning over my head.

Lisa pushed the headphones off my head and I heard her saying, “Such a good job for your first time, dearie. You’re gonna be real good at this is no time at all. I came sooo fucking hard.” I felt the duct tape being cut near my temple and she went on. “I think it’s time you met your donor. He’s a nice man for helping me out so much. You’ll love him for helping you, I know it.”

The guy was still leaning over my head and Lisa had to struggle to pull the tape from around my head. I was praying she would untie me so I could beat the hell out of the guy, but as my eyes started focusing on the abdomen before my eyes, I wondered just how big this dude was going to turn out to be. All I could see from my vantage point was his pubic hair and his gut.

Lisa gave me a last tidbit to hate her over. “I expect you to hold your tongue. Don’t get all belligerent with us and we’ll fill you in on everything you need to know. Be an ass about this and you might just find yourself lying here all day while I find a few more guys to watch you practice on. Understand?”

I muffled my acceptance, but she wasn’t done yet.

“You need to know, this man has accepted you as his little buddy and that’s makes him your first real boyfriend. And you don’t want to piss off your boyfriend, because he could always hunt down your friends at work just as easy as I could. You don’t want him to let out your secret, do you?”

I shook my head and just wanted his softening cock pulled out of my mouth.

“Are you sure you don’t want anybody to know you have a boyfriend?”

I shook my again and just wanted it over with.

“In a sec, you’re going to see that it might be even easier for him to make trouble for you. Last warning; be nice and hold your tongue. As a matter of fact, I don’t want to hear a word come out of your mouth until I ask you. Agreed?”

I nodded my head one last time and heard her telling the man he could sit back. I watched the hairy gut sitting back onto my chest and his cock flopped out of my mouth. I was seeing it for the first time and remembered the only other one I had ever had in my mouth as a kid. It was so different and much more mature. It was as large as mine half flaccid and strangely enough, being larger than mine had made this all a little more tolerable for me. I made a conscious effort to keep from looking upward. I really didn’t want to be introduced to my rapist with him still sitting on me, but then my world came crashing down when he spoke.

“Hey, little buddy! Don’t be mad, this wasn’t my idea, but damn, I like the outcome.”

I was in shock when I realized I recognized the voice. I shot my eyes upward and there was my boss, Frank, sporting a shit-eating grin over my surprise. Wave after wave of humiliation washed over me. My life as I had known it just ended and the reality of everything that had happened to me was hitting me so hard, I felt tears coming to my eyes.

“Don’t worry man. I’m going to keep your secret… as long as Lisa tells me to that is. She doesn’t want to hurt you, but as she’s explained it to me, you gave her your balls and now she’s running the household. This is one fine woman you have here.”

I thought about his wife and what she might think about him screwing my wife and struggled to find some way to slam all this into obscurity. He kept telling me how things would be fine and I was learning that Lisa wasn’t kidding that he intended to be my boyfriend when informed I would be getting a lot of practice sucking his cock under such a premise.

Lisa wiped the tears from my eyes and said, “I know you’re going to try to fight this, but face it, hon; I got you beat. You’re going to be a good little boy for me, and you know why?”

I stared at her trying to get her to understand my hatred for her at that moment. Her smug look told me that I was going to have to fight my way out of this, but then came her final blow. It was going to steal my entire manhood away from me and render me her slave; she would leave no doubt about that in my mind.

“Ooohhh, I’m sorry. This has to be so hard on you, but to be honest, seeing you fight it is quite a bit of a turn-on for me and I hope I don’t lose that in you. But it’s time that we leave you alone for a bit so you can mull over just how you’re going to come to accept all this, okay? First, lean forward and kiss your new boyfriend on the head of his cock to let him know how much you appreciate his help in training you.”

It took more coaxing, but I finally did it just to get him off me.

“And honey, this is what you really have to give a lot of thought to before you think about making any trouble over this. And just as before, when I do untie you, I don’t want you to mention a thing about this to me. There’s nothing to talk about and it’ll only get worse for you if you piss me off by whining and begging.”

She nodded to Frank and he worked his nude body off me. At first I just turned away and refused to look at them, but then Lisa demanded I look off to the other side of the bed. I turned in the direction she indicated and my world as I knew it ended for real in that split second. I saw why I had to think about Frank as a boyfriend and why they expected all this to come so easy for me to accept. I watched Lisa as she walked over to our video camcorder sitting on its tripod. I watched as she took out the memory stick and stood there smiling at me.

“Just lay there and rest, Dan. Think about all this while I make a few copies of the best damn home video ever made. And remember, you gave me your balls. Those things are mine now, and I’ll do with them as I please.”

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