Solomon – Losing My Balls

by Solomon

Chapter 3

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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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I stared out the window as Lisa drove me to work and wondered what onslaught of humiliation I would face today. I knew Frank promised not to razz me, but how couldn’t he? I knew he was the one that had taken the plug wires out of my truck so I wouldn’t be able to escape last night and now I had to face him a second time.

“The guys are going to want to know where my truck’s at.” I said.

“Tell them you were bad and I sold it,” was her reply.

I looked at her and she realized how pissed I was and she responded with, “I’m sorry. I guess it’s too early for poking fun at you. Tell them whatever you want. Just make sure Frank knows so he can back you up.” She looked over at me and added, “It’s your fault. You never should have tried to run off.”

We pulled onto the sight and I saw the trailer lights were on. I dreaded having to start my day there and especially today. My crew wouldn’t be in for another hour because I had to start early checking over changes for the revised set of plans that came in the day before. Frank looked out the window and saw us pull in and came out to meet us. I noticed he didn’t come to my side of the car though and opted to see Lisa. I went on in and got to work.

A couple of minutes later Frank came back in and went to work. It was hard to believe that he wasn’t giving me a rough time and I kept looking at him through the reflection on the monitor of my PC screen. After about five minutes, I noticed he started glancing my way every now and then. It wasn’t hard to see that he was going to break his word to Lisa and say something to me.

Frank got up to get another cup of coffee and brought me one. However, after he sat it on the table, he stayed next to me. I grew uncomfortable and finally asked him what he wanted.

“Lisa asked me to stick it to you a little, just once. You know, for catching you trying to take off last night. I was wondering the best way to do that.”

“And?”

“Don’t get pissy with me, Dan. I didn’t start this. I’m just beginning to enjoy the hell out of the fringe benefits.”

I decided to try something that I wanted to say since this all began. “What if your wife finds out you’re fucking my wife daily.”

I couldn’t have possibly foreseen what came at me for that. Frank grabbed the back of my shirt, lifted me out of my chair, and threw me into the wall of the trailer. He pressed me into the wall, and pulled me back just enough to slam me against the wall two more times.

“You wouldn’t dare say a word to expose this to my wife. I’d make what you’re wife is doing to you seem like a walk in the park.”

He slammed me against the wall two more times and I started to apologize, but I had set into motion a series of events that I would regret for some time. I promised him I would never say a word and expected him to release me, but instead he leaned against my back.

“You just helped me make up my mind. I didn’t get it last night, but I’m sure as hell going to get it now.”

Frank reached around me and started for my belt. I tried to get away from him, and he threw me onto the floor. We scuffled for a minute until he got me pinned and I had taken several punches to the kidneys. He worked my pants off me and I kept warning him that any of the men could come in early. I guess he agreed with me, because he grabbed me off the floor and threw me against the front wall of the trailer, next to the window.

“Then I suggest you keep your eyes open.”

He grabbed me again and pushed me tight to the wall. It was clear what he intended to do to me and I began pleading with him not to. I heard him opening his own pants and I stepped up my pleading, and I assumed I was getting a positive response when he spun me around and pushed on my shoulders until my knees buckled. I was so afraid of how mad I had gotten him over my comment that when he grabbed a fistful of my hair and rammed his cock into my face that I didn’t want to fight him any further, but my upbringing forced my hand anyway.

I twisted away from him and was met with an onslaught of face slapping until I agreed to suck him off.

“I see you need a serious lesson in respect.”

He kept slapping me until I made a grab for his cock to show my compliance, but I felt so beaten as I waited for another slap while slowly pulling his cock to my face. It was the first time I had ever been in such a confused state, as well as seeing Frank losing control of himself. He used my mouth freely and it wasn’t until he told me to get his cock really wet that I realized this was only his first step in teaching me to respect him.

In a split second, he grabbed me off the floor and plastered me to the wall again. I felt him aiming his cock at my ass and then the pressure began.

“No, please, please? You can’t do this Frank, please. I’ll do anything else for you.”

I’d seen Frank mad before, but never to this extent. Having threatened his home life hadn’t been wise and now I was in total fear of how far he would take this. He pushed hard against my rectum and I flew to the tips of my toes trying to escape his attack on me, but he was so enraged that it was easy for him to have his way, and I guess that was exactly what he was trying to prove to me.

I turned to one side as I felt tremendous pressure being exerted against me and I thought for one brief moment that my only hope was to relax. That was a huge mistake in itself. The second I relaxed my muscles, it made the pressure being applied to my ass more than enough to force Frank’s cock past my sphincter muscles. I was instantly impaled and I tried to scream, but it hurt so much that nothing came out.

His cock felt twice the size of the dildo Lisa had used on me the day before, and I clung to the wall trying to endure his plunge. He wasn’t backing out at all and just kept pushing until he was satisfied his cock wouldn’t slip from me.

“I tried to be nice to you, you little faggot. Now you went and made me mad. Bet you’re never going to do that again, are you?”

“No… never, please, take it out. You’re hurting me… you’re going to tear me open.”

Frank was like any man and after getting a taste of a fuck, he wasn’t about to just walk away from it. He started pumping away at me slowly yet with a great deal of force, and I felt tears running down my cheeks from the pain. When I mentioned how one of the men might catch us again, he sidestepped the two of us so that half of my face was looking out the window. He told me I’d better keep a good eye out then and continued slamming into me.

I would never have ever guessed that any man would ever be able to rape me, but Frank turned out to be a lot stronger than I ever gave him credit for and it seemed easy for him to manipulate me.

“I see why your wife loved fucking you so much yesterday… get a dick in ya and you turn all faggot. You like this don’t you? Huh? You like it when I shove it into you deep, don’t you?”

I shook my head and begged him to stop again, but he even started to laugh at me and that made it all so much worse for me. It felt like he was ripping me apart and he just kept pounding at my ass and laughing and taunting me. I even tried to lie and told him someone was coming, but that made him mad and he took pleasure in showing me by his increased tempo.

Tears were streaming down my face and my pleas for him to stop turned into pleas for him to hurry up. It seemed the one thing that really sent him over the edge was when he reached around to feel my cock and found it hard. There could be several reasons for that, but he chose to assume it was because I was enjoying what he was putting me through. His pace and urgency picked up and I felt for sure that I would be bleeding when he removed himself.

Through my tears, I saw car lights coming down the street and I told Frank that he was about to get caught. I felt two more really deep plunges and cried out from the pain, but it was finally over; he was emptying his balls deep inside of me. I begged him to finish and let go of me as the lights turned into the driveway.

Frank pulled out of my ass while calling me a fucking sissy and I fell to the flats of my feet, turned to grab my pants and shoes, and headed for the bathroom. I never looked back and just as I thought to lock the door, I heard Peter coming into the trailer. My first thought was whether Frank had had enough time to cover himself and I listened. There didn’t seem to be anything unusual going on, so I wiped my ass looking for blood and felt lucky to see none. I hurried to get my clothes on and stared into the mirror for the longest time as I tried to get the pain in my torn up ass to subside.

A couple of minutes later, Frank banged at the door and demanded me to come out. I knew I couldn’t hide all day long, so I went out to face the music.

“You tell a fucking sole what I just did and I’ll turn you out to every guy out there. You got that you fucking piece of shit? I’ll turn you into a free for all faggot and you’ll never get away from me.”

“I thought Lisa told you to never touch me.”

I got a backhand across my face and fell back.

“Nobody knows I did that, not even her. If you didn’t piss me off I never would have done that. Now you’d better just suck it up and keep your fucking mouth shut.”

The next ten minutes was spent getting swatted at and warned severely to keep my mouth shut. It was an easy thing to agree to since I would be the last person to want anyone to know that I had just been raped by another man. Everything coming out of his mouth was meant to demean me as a man and he referred to me repeatedly as a worthless faggot. I was browbeat into getting to work and when I went to sit down and winced in pain, Frank took a final shot at me.

“If you think you’re sore now, bitch, just cross me again and see what happens to you. You even mention my wife again and Lisa won’t have a thing to say to me that’ll keep me from fucking you up.”

I worked as fast as I could to get my updates together and the hell out of the trailer. The guys on my crew saw how I was walking and I told them that I had hit my tailbone. They bought it and even helped me out more than usual. Most of the pain had subsided before Lisa came to pick me up at the end of the day.

Lisa showed obvious signs of having a plan in store for me. After what Frank had put me through, I couldn’t muster the strength to fight her; physically or mentally. A few minutes after getting home, I was tied to the bed once more and waiting for Frank to join my wife in abusing me, but that didn’t happen. As I lay there wondering over what my fate for the day might be, Lisa began setting up the camera once more. I must have been becoming complacent in all this, because I was no longer worrying about that damn thing. After all, one picture was as good as a hundred tapes; they would all tell the truth – according to whatever lies Lisa and Frank offered to would-be watchers.

While Lisa was arranging the camera, she also told me how she was becoming rather good at editing with the very software I had bought her this past Christmas. She wondered aloud if she could make any money at it and that with enough raw materials she might be able to put together a feature length movie. I had the unpleasant feeling that I was going to be the star of that movie.

Finally, Lisa came over and sat on the bed next to me, and her look told me I was in for another one of her “lessons”.

She sounded sweet at first, but then turned cold and calculating as she made her points to me. “You know, I was going to take this a little slower, and even try to keep from breaking your spirits, but after trying to run out on me last night… well, I see I have to speed things up a bit. You have to get this idea that you can just run away out of your head. And I came up with an idea today that will keep you right here in the house like I want.”

I looked at her and that devilish grin she had washed over her face.

“You see Dan, you were fired today!”

I returned with, “No I wasn’t! What are you talking about?”

“No, you were fired – for stealing. Frank can’t prove it yet, but if he has to, he knows how. You’ve apparently been siphoning money off the books for months now and all it’ll take is a quick audit to prove it.”

“No way! I’ve never taken a cent from the company. Let them do an audit and then I’ll sue their asses.”

Lisa chuckled out loud and retorted, “You really want to think that way, go ahead, but by now you should know I don’t leave any loose strings.”

Again I had been set up. I saw that she was now using the very people that should be helping me to keep me afraid of leaving her; the cops. She knew I had a fear of going to jail and that was why we had left more than one party because of the abundant use of drugs. She was so close to winning – I was about to throw my hands in the air, if I could, and just admit to her that I was her slave and get the pretense over with and onto the rest of my dreary life.

“I see you’re getting the picture. Are you going to forget about running away now?”

“Okay, okay, you fucking win. I’m your damn puppet. GO ahead… pull the fucking strings.”

After another chuckle she continued on with my torment. “I’m ready to tell you more about things now, and I’m even going to lay out some of the future for you, just to keep you thinking.”

Lisa went to the dresser and came back with two pills and a glass of water. She demanded that I open my mouth, and since I knew there was no fighting another dose of her male dysfunctional medication. However, just before they went into my mouth, I saw they looked different in some way. I was going to ask her what they were, but that would mean caring. I didn’t want to allow her seeing me grovel.

Lisa began rubbing my chest and as she looked down on me, and began laying out her whole sordid plan for me. At times I felt like crying and others like I wanted to kill her in her sleep. I tried my hardest from making any expression or sound to indicate any details to her over what I was thinking.

“First honey, you’re retired, at least from that job you hate so frigging much. As long as you don’t make any waves, the guys will just think you left willingly. But try to run away though, and you’ll be getting your ass passed around the cell block like a pack of cigarettes for that money you stole. If you get with the plan, you will quickly see how much benefit there is in all this. The bills are all mine to pay, and I’ll be getting all your old chores done, one way or another. Your job now is as my house husband… and to please me. You’re going to have to learn to cook, begin keeping the house clean, and (as she pinched my cheek) learn how to keep me happy in this room. That means doing exactly as I tell you, when I tell you.”

She stood up and walked around the bed as she looked down on me and continued. “But there is going to be something coming in your future that you may… not like too much; at least, not at first. But I’m sure you’ll get use to it very quickly as soon as you see the benefit of having such a good woman as me taking care of your every need. After last night I thought I’d give you something to think about – that way you’ll have time to accept it. And please don’t think you can stop me… you’ve seen some of the lengths I’ve already gone to so as to keep you in line. I’ll be right back.”

My wife began leaving the room, but came back and repositioned the camera closer to the middle of the bed facing my crotch. She gave me a curt smile and left. A minute later she came back and had that damn bottle in her hands that had been setting on the mantel. Until then, all I knew about that thing was that she often stood in front of the fireplace admiring it. I wouldn’t know until the next day that what she was about to tell me had been part of her plan all along. That was when I found part of her list about training me on her computer. Whether she was serious or not was doubtful, but most likely this was just another ploy to keep me under her thumb, but something I would be left to dwell on every time I saw that bottle in the future.

Lisa got on the bed between my legs tied in their spread eagle fashion. She carefully removed the top from the jar and smiled at me. “Can you guess what this is for? When I saw it, I knew it was the perfect… resting place for what I’m going to take from you. And this time, it won’t be figuratively as you’ve been assuming. So, can you guess? Come on, give it a try.”

I furrowed my brow and puzzled over what she could possibly have in mind. In the past she might use something like that for flowers, change, or just junk pieces of everything lying around. I finally shook my head slowly.

My once trusted wife knelt low to my crotch and put the jar just below my nuts out of sight, so I lifted my head and watched as she began stuffing my testicles into the mouth of the jar. She took her time and found that they barely fit one by one. “You see dearie, this is going to be the resting place for your balls when I finally decide to lop them off. It’s such a beautiful vessel, has this wonderful top to keep them safe, and you’ll be able to see them easily as you clean the mantel every day.” She tilted the bottle up so I could see her handiwork.

I was beside myself in fear, but I knew she had to be kidding me. This was just another one of her threats to keep me in line and playing her horrendously mind-bending games. After taking in the sight of my balls encased in the glass, my head fell back and I waited for her to finish her mental taunting of me.

“Yep, just lop these useless little suckers off, plop them in the bottle, add a little formaldehyde, and you’ll be my girl for the rest of our lives together. And we can look at them from time to time and laugh and laugh about these more difficult times. By then, you’ll learn what it takes to be a good house husband, how to keep me satisfied here in the bedroom, with a little help from friends, and accept being cared for just as you’ve done for me. Doesn’t that sound nice?”

For the next fifteen minutes she went on and on about snipping my balls off and how I wouldn’t need them by the time she took them. The more she talked, the more I knew she was just tormenting me mentally. And then she was finally interrupted by the doorbell. At first I figured Frank had finally managed his way to help my wife destroy me, but why would he ring the bell?

Lisa quickly moved the camera back to capture the entire bed and ran to get the door. Now I was growing anxious over what she had really tied me down for, and there weren’t any good thoughts about it. I heard her talking to someone and guessed that it was a salesman or something, but then I wanted to melt into the mattress when I saw a strange man on her arm walking into our bedroom. I began to protest whatever she had planned and was immediately met with a harsh, “Shut the fuck up!”

Lisa turned to the astonished man who appeared to be about thirty, had Frank’s build, and was smoking a cigar. Lisa proudly announced, “As I promised you… go for it.”

The man looked at the camera, back at me, and finally at Lisa. He shrugged his shoulders, put the cigar in his mouth, and began taking his clothes off. What had this bitch done now? She wasn’t really going to allow this stranger to do shit to me? What had happened to my world?

I couldn’t pry my eyes from watching the confidence with which this guy was so easily stripping off his clothes. And when he pushed his jockey shorts off over his knees, Lisa let out an audible gasp. His cock was a little smaller than Frank’s, but it was probably just because it was something new to her. He was definitely in the moment by how hard he was and he began staring at me like the piece of meat that Lisa had obviously allowed him to think of me as. He approached the bed, and any hope that this was just another one of Lisa’s many mental tortures vanished as he twirled his cigar between his lips and exclaimed, “I’m going to enjoy this. So, you say he loves doing this, huh?”

Lisa was quick to lament, “Like a baby to a nipple.” Her eyes turned to me and without a word made it clear that I should play along with her newest game.

I was physically trembling as the man began getting onto the bed, swung a leg over my abdomen, and began working his body up my chest. He plucked a hair from my chest to which Lisa quickly replied, “He’ll be losing that stuff soon.” After twisting my left nipple between his fingers until I cried out in pain, he worked his knees beside each side of my head. His cock was thumping against my face and I turned my head. But that action was met with a very forceful hand turning my head back with a firm grip on my jaw. He worked his thumb into my mouth to pry my lips apart, and with his other hand placed the head of his cock right into my mouth. He released my jaw, but used that hand to grip my hair tightly and pulled my head forward to meet his thrust forward. I began gagging and heard my wife giggle over his abuse of me. I flashed back to that night that had started all this in the bar and knew exactly how that kid had felt being sodomized by that biker. Lisa’s eyes were reliving what she had seen that night and she was beside herself with lust for seeing more.

The man began abusing my ego verbally as much as with his cock physically. He chastised me over how I could “let” my wife cheat on me and be her effective cuckold. I wondered how much he knew to know about the cheating. Had he enjoyed her before? I was called a blowboy and cocksucker repeatedly, impugned for my smaller size compared to his, and berated for being used as “just a hole to use” for men’s pleasure. The guy mocked my gagging and choking as he insisted how much I liked sucking cock, but as I struggled to wait for him to be done with me, something came over me that frightened me for another reason altogether. At one point I realized I was pursing my lips around his shaft and feeling the smooth head of his cock with my tongue each time it was about to plunge into me again. I shuddered when I saw how my body was beginning to accept this abuse in the worst of ways. I wasn’t the faggot he was calling me, so why was I aiding his efforts?

I was finally able to look up at the man still holding his cigar tightly in his lips and took note of his hairy chest. His eyes were closed to enhance the feeling he was stealing from me. And then both his hands gripped the back of my head as he pulled it up to get a better angle at me. I saw he was getting ready to cum and even though my mind was going spastic over what a guy like this was obviously going to do as he finished, I found myself relaxing my throat. My eyes twitched to the side to see the enthralled look on my wife’s face over the scene she had produced, and then as his first shot of cum hit the back of my throat and his grunting began ringing in my ears, I saw she was fingering her crotch. So this was the sex that drove her crazy; watching her husband getting his face fucked by a stronger and more virile man. It was the barroom scene to a tee.

The more he came, the more effort he put into forcing his cock deeper into my mouth so as to force me to swallow his load of cum. Lisa was bouncing on her toes and I was struggling to clear my airway and catch a breath as soon as the chance came about.

When the man had emptied his balls on me, I saw Lisa beside the bed holding that jar again. She began telling him that if he came back to get another blowjob in a month or two that he would get to see my balls in the jar over the fireplace. I was impatiently waiting for him to withdraw his cock, but the two of them were busy discussing her intentions for my balls. After having a good laugh at my expense, he finally backed away and worked his body off mine.

After getting dressed, spitting a sarcastic ‘thank you’ my way, Lisa walked the man to the front door. As I lay there catching my breath, I felt the tingling set in. I swallowed several times to make sure my throat was clear, but then for the first time I caught my self working to taste the remnants still in my mouth and stuck to my teeth. Maybe that was when I really gave up, or turned if you will. As embarrassing as my abuse had been, it was over and for some reason I did trust Lisa would keep this hidden from anyone I knew. I closed my eyes and began remembering how getting my face fucked had felt… well, what aspects of that had actually, in someway… turned me on. I figured that the pills had begun toying with my mind. It would be a while before I found that those pills had nothing to do with my present state of mind.

When Lisa came back to me, she took her turn at riding my face. All the while she tormented me and derided my manhood over what her friend had just done to me. She told me in great detail how it had turned her into a fucking bundle of raw, heated nerves to see me getting abused in that most primitive male way. That was turning out to be what I saw as the driving force behind everything she was doing to me. Her goal was to get to relive that night in the bar whenever she fancied it. For once I was at least getting the sex I loved the most. I was beginning to wonder what I would have for normal sex in the future.

Later that night I had my first cooking lesson. It was somewhat demeaning knowing that it was also part of my training, but at least it wasn’t as abnormal as what my training was like in the bedroom. That is, until it came to set out the plates and Lisa told me to set three places. I didn’t have time to even ask why because Frank was walking in the kitchen as my wife told me. I diverted my eyes as soon as I saw him there and he went to my wife and gave her a passionate kiss to make yet another point. I couldn’t believe she had even turned this domestic chore into another humiliating event. It was about to get worse.

“Come over here honey.” I looked and saw Lisa beckoning me to the two of them. Just one look at Frank told me that I didn’t want to piss him off and risk my wife finding out about what happened that morning. “I don’t think your boyfriend would want a greeting like he gives me, so here’s how you’re to greet him in the future. Take your hand…” She grabbed my hand and placed it tight to Frank’s crotch, “and rub it good and hard until you feel him growing for you. Then rub it up and down until he gets a serious woodie for you. And I don’t want to see you stop until there’s a clear outline in his pants.”

My wife removed her hand and somehow I managed to do as she had instructed. I tried to look away as I did it, but Lisa demanded that all the time I was working his cock, I was to look him directly in the eyes. That was the hardest part of this particular exercise. When I did look at him, he had such a smug look on his face and I couldn’t help but remember all the things he had said to berate me after and during his abuse of me in the trailer. When I finally had gotten his cock to make the required outline, I took my hand away and walked back to the table to continue setting out the silverware. Lisa began telling Frank how I had cooked the chicken meal about to come out of the oven and how well I had done. She even took another jab at me by lying and telling him how excited I had been to learn that I was cooking my first meal for Frank.

Her torturous commands continued by having me prepare plates of food for them and serve it at the table. When I was finally allowed to sit down to eat my own dinner, I was amazed at how good everything tasted. I never knew cooking was so easy. The conversation was far from anything I wanted to hear however. Lisa told Frank how I had cheated on him earlier and was promptly asked by him if I had performed well. When my wife interrupted and spoke for me to assure him that I had done well, he said he didn’t mind me cheating as long as I did a really good job for the guy. They were really playing up this Frank as my boyfriend angle. I snickered inwardly knowing that at least I had somewhat been taking away from Frank since even in this sick series of events, he was still a guy and had to feel slighted that Lisa had passed me off to another guy. What the hell is going on in my mind?

Lisa also told Frank about her visual aid with the bottle and he acted like she had revealed a major secret. I tried tuning out her jabs at me, but it was impossible not to hear how she lied that I had taken the news of my impending castration with a giggle. Frank gave me a hard time about “wanting” to be a eunuch and they both had a good laugh. When dinner was over with, Frank and Lisa started making out and I was told to do the dishes and clean up the kitchen while they went into the bedroom for a quick fuck. I’ve always thought of myself as a man, but all the things being heaped on me lately had me near tears several times as I cleaned up. I couldn’t get what was going on in the bedroom out of my head.

As I was finishing up, the two of them came back into the kitchen, naked. I stared away until Lisa came over to me, kissed me sweetly on the cheek and said, “Frank appreciated your cooking your first meal for him so much that he insisted on providing your dessert. Don’t worry… we just had ours.”

I looked at her and suddenly Frank was behind me and yanked my arms behind my back as he worked me down to my knees. Lisa came forward with her fingers slightly touching her pussy until she was just in front of me. “Thank Frank for your dessert and get eating.”

I began shaking my head and Frank snapped my arms back until my elbows touched and Lisa moved forward until her crotch was on my face. I just wanted it over and slowly began lapping at her outer lips until she insisted on more. She all but crawled over me until I was looking up and struggling to continue doing as I was ordered.

“I didn’t hear that ‘thank you’.”

I paused just long enough to say a muffled, “Thanks” and went back to what was essentially hiding my face from the world in my wife’s crotch. When Lisa had her fill of emasculating me, she pulled away and told me to go get the jar off the mantel. I was shaking over what she wanted to do with it, but did as I was told. When I got back I was ordered to strip since I was the only one with clothes on. Since I knew there was no chance I would look close to as endowed as Frank, it was almost as bad as everything else had been.

Lisa had picked up the bottle while I undressed and began telling Frank how much she liked it and pointed out all the little nuances and hearts ground into its facets. She removed the top and when I was naked, she commanded me to come to her. I was ordered to hold my dick out of the way and she began stuffing my balls into the mouth of the jar again. When she had my testicles firmly implanted within the bottle, she allowed it to hang from me while she sat back and exclaimed, “See how fantastic they’re going to look in there. Can you imagine how wildly erotic they’re going to look on the mantel? I can’t wait until I cut them off.”

I dropped my amazingly flaccid cock at that and she pulled the bottle away from my scrotum as they both had another good laugh. Just pulling on the bottle caused both of my balls to block the exit and she tugged hard on it until my balls finally lined up behind each other to allow the bottle to be pulled away. The rest of the night was uneventful – finally. We spent it in the nude watching Lisa’s favorite TV show. The only conversation was how I had been ‘fired’ and that I was delighted that I didn’t have to get up early to go to work anymore. I had sort of thought that was another ploy, but from their conversation, I was now sure that the next big step had been taken. I thought long and hard over how the bills were going to get paid. How in the world was she going to make any money?

Things went like that for the next few days until Friday night. Apparently my wife had something special planned for the night which she tormented me with all day with nonsensical hints. She also had made a ritual out of giving me two of those same little blue pills twice a day. I was having a major laugh over that and would gladly swallow them down. She thought I was staying horny because of them, but they weren’t like that first one. These smaller ones weren’t even getting me a hardon like they were supposed to.

By nine o’clock, I thought her plans to torment me had vanished, but that was actually when she told me to get dressed. I was nervous over the fact that she only wanted me to wear a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. She made a point out of telling me not to wear any underwear and even checked to make sure I had complied. About an hour later we left in her car and I finally got wind of a party that we were going to, to my surprise. I became very apprehensive wondering what humiliation might await me there.

I was surprised when we pulled into an office park that late at night. It was for business offices and medical offices. I didn’t see a light on anywhere until we got near the last building and I saw several cars parked out front. Lisa told me that I was going to meet a professional man there and I begged her to turn around and I would do anything that she wanted in the safety of our home. She laughed at me and told me I was being silly, and that nothing was going to happen to me. I knew that was a blatant lie and it wasn’t until she promised me that nothing out of the ordinary was going to happen that I finally got out of the car. The one thing I took as fact was that one way or another I knew I would be giving someone here a blowjob. But now that I was so beaten down I really didn’t worry about that much. I guess I had been trained more than I would like to admit.

Lisa led the way into the office which had no one in the waiting area. I saw immediately that it was some sort of medical office. With no one in sight, I tried stopping Lisa when she walked right into the back rooms without so much as a knock or hello, but she apparently knew where she was going and had permission. I stayed a few steps behind her trying to work up the nerve I knew I would have to summon to get through whatever she had in mind. When I turned the corner, I saw two men I never saw before in an exam room. One was clearly a doctor just by the way he presented himself. Almost as if on cue, Frank walked in behind us.

Several greetings were exchanged before their attention turned to me. I wanted to ask what was going on, but Lisa had invoked the rule about my silence. When the doctor invited me to take a seat in what looked like a dentist chair with foot rests, I balked. My wife gave me one of her looks and I figured, ‘what the hell’. As soon as I sat down, Frank and the other man grabbed my arms and held me pinned to the chair as Lisa began wrapping ropes around each arm. I struggled against them until I saw I wasn’t about to win and waited for whatever was coming my way. After Lisa was sure I wasn’t going anywhere, the doctor asked them to leave me alone with him for a few minutes.

The second they were out the door, the doctor came over to stand next to me and began speaking in that doctor voice meant to comfort patients, but there was an eerie tone to his inquiries.

“So, your wife told me that you need an exam and some education. I told her I would do it free of charge, but that I would need a little something from you. Let’s make sure I’m going to get that first, shall we?”

I watched as he opened his pants as he stared at me for any negative reaction. I had come to the realization that this was part of my new life and I had steeled myself not to allow my wife to know just how much it bothered me. This time I wasn’t going to fight it. I had been thinking about it all night and I was going to make my statement to her right here and now. Hell, they didn’t even need to waste their time with the ropes.

In short order, I was staring at a cock very hard and waiting my attention. He held it up, lowered the chair to make our ‘parts’ match in height, and leaned in. I took a last deep breath and leaned towards him to catch his cock in my mouth. His hand went to the back of my head while he enjoyed my first willing actions. I guess he had probably expected a fight, but Frank and Lisa had worn me down. I’ll never forget the smell of this guy. He seemed as sterile as his instruments might be, and his cock even tasted much different as if he never sweated. This blowjob was going so much different than any of the others. There was something comforting about his mannerisms that made what I had to do for him less emasculatory. I guess the pills I had last taken with supper were working this time, because not only was I feeling much different about sucking a man off, but I even felt a growing erection in my own pants. Then the oddest thing happened. The doctor pulled his cock out of my mouth, zipped up and buckled his pants.

I was wondering what had happened and even worse, why was he calling my wife back into the room. Was he going to get me in trouble for something? What had I done wrong?

Lisa and Frank were the only ones to come back and the doctor made a gesture as if I was all hers to do with as she pleased. What in the hell was going on? Lisa began unbuckling my shorts and she and Frank worked them off my legs. Lisa was pleased to show me off without any underwear and toyed with my now very flaccid prick, waving it around to show how limp it was to the men.

The doctor advised them that they should attach the leg restraints at the bottom of the chair and soon my knees were tightly splayed about a foot apart. The doctor pulled a stainless steel cart over next to me and I was beginning to freak out. Lisa saw my worried state and nodded to Frank. Out of nowhere he produced a roll of duct tape and a piece of cloth. He began working the cloth into my mouth and had a fight when I saw he was gagging me. After a minute, I was successfully muffled with duct tape wrapped several times around my head to hold the cloth in place and I kept begging Lisa with my eyes to stop whatever she had planned. I finally saw the doctor pulling a stool between my legs and levered the chair slightly backwards until I realized he was aiming for my crotch. My worst fears were running through my head as I saw the doctor pull the sanitary covering off the table next to me. I went faint when the first thing I saw was that damn bottle from the mantel. Now it was clear why I was here and so late at night. This bitch hadn’t just been fucking with my head – she was having this guy actually cut my balls off right here and now.

I was so faint from my fear that I could barely scream into my gag. The doctor was pulling on latex exam gloves and my eyes went back to the table to examine its contents. There was a syringe, a kidney shaped pan, two bottles of solution, some smaller instruments I couldn’t make out, and a stainless steel contraption that I finally figured out was some sort of clamping device. The doctor began by tugging on my scrotum as if to position or prepare my balls, and washed them with some antiseptic on gauze that left them a reddish color. I watched in horror as the doctor took the syringe, prepped it with a small squirt of its fluid, and fondled my balls looking for the right entry point.

Actually, the entry points were to either side of my scrotum first and then directly under each testicle. I barely felt the shots as the doctor explained that there was Novocain in the needle along with an anesthetic. My head was nodding aimlessly through the air wondering how in the world my wife thought she could get away with neutering me like a dog without getting caught. I looked at the bottle, the very vessel she had been taunting me with for weeks now, especially in the last few days, and thought how it would contain my precious manhood in just minutes.

A banging brought my attention back to the doctor between my legs and I saw he was preparing to attach the clamping device to me. He stopped and I felt relieved that this had all been a sick prank on me when he sat the clamp back down. He pushed away from me and went over to a drawer and brought back a roll of bandage tape. After sitting back down, he ripped off several pieces of the tape and I saw that he was using them to hold my cock back to my belly. I don’t think it had ever been as limp as it was now. Again he reached for the clamp and began positioning it in front of my balls until he fished them through two despicably menacing jaws. I watched with severe fear as he took great care to nestle the device as close to my body as possible, and then began screwing the two jaws closed around my balls. I saw my testicles fall forward as the jaws clamped down on them, holding them in the vertical jaws of this torture device.

I just couldn’t believe I was about to become that eunuch that Frank had tortured me becoming a few days earlier. I fought to keep from fainting and panted through my nose to keep from doing so. And that was when I finally saw the look on Lisa’s face go from fascinated over how this was done, to abject delight that the next phase was starting. I knew that because the doctor began telling her/us what was happening.

“It’s all set… now here’s how it works.” With that, he reached down and swiveled two more smooth jaws into place just in front of the other jaws. “These as the guide plates. They’ll guide the scalpel for a clean cut and leave enough skin to suture.” He reached onto the table and I went nuts when I saw him opening a sterile package that contained a scalpel. I looked down at my balls and went frantic when he held it to the top of my secured scrotum. “All you have to do is take a firm, relaxed grip on the scalpel, start a tiny cut into the scrotum while holding the scalpel at a sharp angle downward, and firmly slide the blade against the guide plates. You have to make sure you either have your hand under the testicles to support them as they are severed away, or have your friend here hold the pan under them to catch them as they fall. It’s actually better for you to catch them so you can hold their weight to get a nice clean cut. Then I’ll take over, push the guides back and put in the sutures. With this clamp guiding the cut from top to bottom in a vertical manner, after a week or two of recovery, it’ll be as smooth as if they were never there. And voila, you have that fixed male you were talking about.”

My eyes were bugging out of my head as I watched my wife swap places with the doctor and her face was like a kid at Christmas. She donned the same surgical gloves that the doctor had put on and smiled up at me.

“You ready honey? We’re about to make Dan into Danielle. We’ll call you Danny for short. Don’t fret so much sweetie. They say this is just like fixing a dog. You’ll be much calmer, live longer, and won’t have nearly as much to wash down here. And I’m guessing that you’ll never want to tell a soul about your new look.” She turned and grabbed what she was now calling ‘my vessel’ and held it up in front of my face. “Next time you see your beloved nuts, you’ll be able to hold them this close to you.”

My head fell back over the overwhelming fear in me. But she didn’t like that and ordered me to watch her mutilating me. I forced myself to look down and couldn’t believe what was about to happen. I imagined what I would look like without every man’s understanding of manhood and how I would have to hide my shame for the rest of my life. I closed my eyes and felt a hard slap across my face.

“I told you to watch this, dammit. You gave these to me, remember. You were happy back then. Aren’t you happy to see these going out of your life now? Fuck, let’s get this over with.”

I watched her bring the scalpel to my skin as the doctor began telling her again how to start a small cut first, and then take one clean hard swipe through the rest of my scrotum at an angle to severe my testicles cleanly. She held my balls in her free hand and they were just out of sight as I watched her other hand make a tiny sawing action and then slowly began tracing a path along the guides. I could hear the blade scraping the metal and waited for that last telling picture to come into view as the hand holding my testicles pulled away; leaving my body parts physically in her hands. But when her hand pulled away, my mind went white in rage and relief at the same time. I blinked my eyes several times to make sure what I was seeing, and finally looked up at my wife’s face when I finally wrapped my mind around the fact that she had faked my mutilation. All she was doing was smiling triumphantly. I wanted to kill her.

“Wasn’t that fun, Dan… or would you prefer Danielle now?”

I looked back down to make sure I was still in tact after calling me by the feminine name.

“I knew you would want to go through this just to know what it would be like when we really do it. But don’t worry, sweetie. I promise that when they do come off, it’ll be your choice. Besides, you have to sign papers giving the doctor the right to do it anyway. You see how well I’m taking care of you? When we let you go, you’d better thank me and Frank for being such wonderful mates to you.”

After removing my gag, the room emptied to evidently give me time to make sense of everything and to calm down. It was another ten minutes before Frank came back to release my arms and legs, and he told me that I was supposed to give the doctor ‘his due’ before we could leave. I rubbed the blood back into my arms and flexed my fingers until the doctor came back into the room and locked the door behind him.

“Well, I guess that was an experience you’ll never forget. Don’t worry, I know the whole story and it won’t go past these walls. Now… for my gratuity.”

I watched as he began taking his pants and shoes off and decided that this wasn’t his fault. I knew how manipulating Lisa could be and blamed her for everything. Because he had been nothing but professional and nice to me, I willingly stood up from the chair and wobbled my way down onto my knees in front of him. I guess that pleased him greatly and he got close enough for me to reach up and pull his stiffening cock to my mouth.

The doctor told me, “I guess we all appreciate a good blowjob now and then. Do a good job and you’ll have a good friend here.”

I had no idea why I would want him as a friend, but there was definitely something about his cock that had me intrigued. Maybe it was his politeness, or his caring attitude, but for the very first time I was genuinely giving another man head without being forced. Even when his hands went to the sides of my head to guide me, it was gentle in nature. I guess he was a little nervous of the situation that had brought us together, because it seemed to take him longer to prepare than it had the two other men I had done this for in the past. And unlike the last stranger that Lisa had brought to me, I was neither tied down nor did I need to be coerced into doing what was expected of me. That made me wonder if it was really the drugs I was being fed or if I was somehow accepting this way of life; whatever it was, I couldn’t get past the fact that this time I didn’t feel repulsed as I had in the past. I knew that because I realized my hands were on the doctor’s legs and feeling his muscles tense up was something that was driving me into my own state of horniness.

I looked up at the doctor’s face several times and saw he had his eyes closed and seemed mesmerized by my efforts. Was it the feeling of being appreciated that was getting to me?

At one point, the doctor choked me and immediately asked me if I was okay. My answer was quick and telling to me. I told him I was okay and that he could keep going. I had to admit to at least to my self that I wanted to make this man cum. For some reason I really wanted him to enjoy what I was doing for him. Having my approval, he seemed to kick it up a notch and the hands that had only been resting on my head suddenly gripped me and he began going slower, but deeper. I pursed my lips against his shaft harder and relaxed so he could do whatever it took to make him get off the best way. I guess he saw I could take it and began ripping into me much as Frank would, but this time I had become a willing participant so it was easier to endure.

I heard him say he was about to cum and instead of pulling away from him as I would have any other time if I had that option, I found myself pulling on the back of his legs as though to hold my mouth in place for him. When I felt his cum welling up in my mouth, I even swallowed as a reflex, waited for more to come, and swallowed again before what I was doing began to bother me. I moved my head and the rest of his load flushed into my cheek where I held his cock until he released my head. When he pulled away, I looked for the nearest receptacle and spat out what I could into a wastebasket.

As the doctor pulled up his pants, he thanked me for “one hell of a blowjob”, and I began getting dressed as well. I asked him. “”She wouldn’t really do that to me… would she?”

He stared at me a moment and saw I genuinely wanted an answer, so he replied, “I’ve only known her for a few years, but she’s changed. My guess… she’s changed big time. I don’t think I would put anything past her.”

We headed for the door and I just had to ask. “If she really did want to do that to me, would you be the one to do it?”

He stopped and looked back at me and said, “I would guess that. She knows I’m a little unorthodox and I can’t imagine there’s too many doctors like me. By the way, should I worry about you making trouble for me? She spent an hour convincing me to go through with this and assured me that you weren’t in any position to complain.”

I knew he needed to hear my words as I knew how I had been unable to believe anything I thought I knew for sure lately. “No, I won’t cause you any problems, but… did you know she was just fucking with my head?”

“That’s what it was supposed to be, but I have to tell you; at the end I was beginning to wonder.”

In the outer office the third man had disappeared and Lisa immediately wanted assurance that I had performed as I was instructed, and I was pleased to hear him tell her I had been fine.

Lisa turned to me and said, “Then thank the doctor for a good time.”

I looked at her quizzically and she explained for me to do the same thing as I had been doing to greet and say goodbye to my boyfriend, Frank.

Stunned by her mentioning that detail out loud, I walked up to him, grabbed at his crotch and began rubbing it firmly until I felt him swelling again. When I felt the clear outline of another erection, I added one thing I never said to anyone else of my own volition. “Thank you!”

He replied with, “Anytime” and I took from that more than just a passing answer.

Lisa said she had one last thing to do and disappeared into the back room again.

At home I went through a grueling drill of sexual exploitation from both Frank and my wife, and received a volley of questions over my faked castration. From their words I gathered that this had all been just as I had suspected; that this was all just another intimidation technique to keep me in line. They did get me to speak about my training and though it was hard to admit anything, I did finally agree that I understood it as a necessary part of my transition. That was the first time I acknowledged that I was putting up with their training of me and that I could see the future and accept it as long as things didn’t get much worse.

Frank spent that night in our bedroom with my wife and I was ordered to sleep ‘anywhere’ else. I spent the night on the couch running through everything in my present life. Then I did something I never would have guessed could come from me. As I lay there in the dark listening to the bed squeaking from my wife fucking another man, I jerked off. That wasn’t the weird part since I had sort of grown use to doing that as my own form of relief, but in the past weeks it was over the usual fantasies of me with another girl. This time though it started with the doctor, turned into how it had felt to have my balls put in such grave risk, and then ended with me cumming into my hand remembering the feel of the doctor’s cock spewing his cum into my cheek.

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