Solomon – Losing My Balls

by Solomon

Chapter 7

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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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It was a surreal world I was living in now. I must have stuck my hand into my pants a dozen times just to feel the new me without the stitches. I could never relay to another man how great the difference was for me. Even my natural gate when walking was different. I never realized that men have to walk the way we do as sort of a necessary mechanism to hold our balls in front of us. Without them to protect, I found my legs worked slightly different which sort of made my ass sway. When I noticed that, I even practiced walking the way I had for all my life to make sure I could sell it in public. That was another thing changing in my life. My wife had started allowing me to get out of the house more often. Actually, she was sort of pushing me to get out. I guess she was less worried about me coming home and took some measure of pleasure in knowing how little things embarrassed me at the food store or even in the mall whenever something was needed.

One thing I wondered over was about the porn store a couple of miles from our house. I had to pass it nearly every time I went anyplace, and in the past Lisa had often teased me about how often I stopped in on my way home from work. The truth was I had never been in the place out of fear of what kind of men I might run into there. Now I was more haunted over being one of those men. I guess Lisa was reading my mind one day and insisted that I stop in to rent her a video. I knew she did it to rib me, especially since she left her choice of a movie up to me. It was an oddly strange request in the first place because she had never really liked porn before she had altered me. She even seemed repulsed when she would get a hint that I had been checking some out online. Finally, after asking me for a third time, I stopped in during the middle of the day when I knew the place was nearly empty. I was really happy about that, because when I thought about it, any movie I would have once liked to view myself was now far less interesting. Now my choices were limited to what my wife might like to see. I briefly caught sight of the gay area and thought about her recent behavior towards me and Stan, and didn’t want to give her any ideas. I finally settled in on a movie called DECEPTION. I didn’t really read much of the trailer info, but it seemed to be about a woman that cheated on her husband. I thought of it as a little amusing knowing that had become a side interest of hers since having castrated me.

When I handed the movie to my wife later that night, I wished that I had finished reading the intros. Her glances towards me left me somewhat puzzled over what she might have been reading. When she was finally done, she turned and asked, “Do you know what I was doing today?”

“Well, I guess since you missed supper that you had probably, you know… found someone to hang out with.”

“No… you sure you don’t know?”

“No, why?”

“It just seems a little strange that you would bring this movie home tonight of all nights.” She came close to me after setting the DVD on the table and tickled my sides. “Me thinks that something down there might be stirring around a little. Did you get some new twinges that helped you decide on this particular tape?”

I assured her that I had no idea what she was talking about, and that I had nearly run through the porn shop just to get out fast. When I tried to find out the real story on the movie, she simply forbade me to look at the box. She said we could watch it after I rustled her up some supper. I tried to get her to explain why she was so late and what she had been doing, but she seemed to ignore my questions. All I noticed was a smug look on her face. I finally changed the subject and told her that I wasn’t really into watching the porno with her since it wouldn’t do much for me at all. She assured me that she could keep me busy doing other things. It turned out to sort of work well for me; at least at first.

It turned out that she had me move the player into the bedroom and connect it to the TV in there. After making out with me for some time, she started the player and the usually plot setup came into view. I was more interested in her exploration of my ze spot, what she had named the voided area under my cock. That area seemed to be coming back to life and the new sensations I was getting from her rubbing me there were very interesting. When she finally began working her body over mine, I felt her lips running over my chest were very wet. I knew now that she had been with another guy and was torn between being happy for her and jealous over another man giving her what I couldn’t provide any longer. I was beginning to wonder if that element had been part of her desire from the beginning. Maybe she had seen the future of men in her life after she rendered me incapable of performing as I should be able.

I was surprised when Lisa rested her bottom against my mouth and found by way of her taste that she hadn’t been with another guy. That left me to wonder just how much she really liked feeling my ze spot. Was she actually getting that turned on by feeling what she had done to me?

It was just about then that her swaying back and forth against my tongue kicked into high gear. I listened to the TV and surmised there was some kind of an orgy happening. When Lisa saw me trying to eyeball the TV, she lifted my head with two pillows. It made getting at her a little harder, but at least I saw what was driving her during her riding my mouth. That became a problem however a few minutes later when the woman on the screen had offered to orally please every man in the scene. When the men began cumming, they took turns holding her head and jaws as they spewed their sperm all over her face and into her mouth. Lisa really got off on that and all I could imagine was that she was fantasizing that I was the woman on the TV.

At one point she spun around and while I worked at her, she began working my cock with her hands. At first I could tell she wasn’t having any luck, but the more I got into eating her pussy, the harder I became. I was finding it hard to distinguish at what state my cock was at, but when she jubilantly rose away from me, I saw it was like the old days. I was rock hard and standing tall. Her sexual grin was in place as she spun around to face me again and slowly sat down on my cock. It felt great sliding into her and I remembered the good old days. This was the first time we had intercourse since my stitches had come out, since my castration actually, and the look on my wife’s face gave me hope that this act wouldn’t be out of my life entirely. It was odd though because it took so much more effort to stay hard for her.

Lisa found that by rubbing my lower chest hard seemed to keep me the girth that she needed, however, when she went to grope my new chest it began to fade away. We also found out that talking dirty to me helped keep me up, but that also depended on exactly what mental images she was causing me to relate to as she bounced on me. Oddly enough, when she brought up Stan and what we had done together, I stayed very hard for her. That worked well for both of us since she found our display as provoking as I did.

When my wife had worked herself off twice, she was ready to settle in to watch the movie. I say it that way because she had done all the work. I had done little more than concentrate on staying hard for her; aside from fingering her clit some. Our first foray into what had once been an almost nightly event ended with Lisa falling over me to whisper into my ear.

“Damn, that was so fucking good. You’re like having my own personal live dildo machine. I never knew…”

My wife pulled away and started laughing in my face. I was stunned by her lightning fast change in attitude and my puzzled look must have told her of my anxiety. She lifted her bottom away from me and when I looked down I was mortified that my erection had turned into a limp reminder of the man I had once been.

“Damn, girl. That went bye-bye fast as hell.” She laughed again and went on. “I can’t believe you shrunk up to nothing that fucking quick.” Lisa began fingering my prick and flopping it around. “Look at it… a five year old is bigger than this.”

Maybe emasculation wasn’t entirely out of my life, because she was making me feel like a five year old the way she was demeaning me. Yeah, it was true, but it wasn’t like I had a choice in the matter. Here a few seconds ago I was elated that I had been able to pleasure my wife to some point, and now she was laughing over what she had caused to happen. But I guess I got another lesson about what drove her again when she finally began apologizing by telling me how fucking hot she was and wished I hadn’t “gone away”. I had to get out of there and she finished watching the movie alone. I probably should have stayed since when she came to find me in the kitchen she was way too enthused about me being ready to go out with her the next night. Suddenly I wondered if her warning to me at the beginning of the week had anything to do with her elation.

The next day left me racked with a case of the nerves. Lisa was in a very dominating mood and seemed to be practicing making me obey her every order. By the time dinner was over, I was trembling almost constantly. I knew she had plans to entertain herself by doing something with me, but she wasn’t giving me any hints. I couldn’t help but think about her taunt from last week about owing a debt to her that she would be collecting on soon. Somehow, I knew this was the night she intended on making good on that statement.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when the phone rang. Lisa answered it and took it in the other room. It seemed like she was trying to keep her voice down, but after ending the call she came bouncing back into the kitchen. She rubbed my arms excitedly as she told me that it had been Stan, and he had wanted to come over tonight. I felt the air leave my lungs, but then she added that she told him we had other plans. Apparently she had set up a tentative date for the next night and when I asked why he wasn’t coming now, all she said was that “we” had other plans for tonight. And again, she wouldn’t elaborate on what those plans entailed.

An hour later, she had me bathe, and again go through the ritual of removing all my body hair. It took much less effort to remove it this time, and when I was done she met me with my clothes for the night. I was pleasantly surprised to see a shirt and jeans. Unfortunately, the underwear she had brought to me was a pair of printed cotton panties with a flower on the front of them. She also had one of her bras, but that turned out just to be her way of teasing me. She did point out that the shirt she had picked was a thick fabric that would hide my growth. I begged to know what humiliation I might face, and finally she promised that we could talk after I was dressed. When I was ready, I went back to the kitchen just in time to see her hanging up the phone.

“Perfect timing Danny, let’s have a talk.” I sat down next to her and gulped hard. I had the sinking feeling that I wasn’t going to like this. “I just want to run over a few things with you before we leave. First thing you should know is just how fucking much I love you. After everything else, I really hope you know that.”

I agreed that I knew that, but still held some reservations because of how much fun she was having wholly at my expense. She even talked about some of those things until she finally wanted to know if I really understood why she found some of them so electrifying. She also wanted to know if I wanted to make her happy and I answered in the affirmative to both questions, but she wanted me to elaborate for her.

“Of course I want to make you happy. You’re my world now, so what else do I have to live for? And yeah, I’ve been noticing what makes you tick. Mostly, it’s the control thing, right?”

She smiled as sweetly as a little girl, but her words were spiked barbs of apprehension for me. “That’s the short answer, but there’s a lot more to it. You know I’ve always gone nuts over some of the sex we shared in the past. And as we’ve talked about in the past, that night in that seedy little dive taught me just how erotic control can be used to spice up sex to such a frigging high that it feels like a drug to me. I know, I know, you’ve been taking the brunt of this new way of thinking on my part, but just think about Stan for a minute and tell me that you haven’t been growing very receptive of my dominating ways? I’ve been watching you too, and what I’ve seen is that you’ve been enjoying a whole lot of what I’ve been throwing at you. It’s just that you still have too many male hormones in you that are preventing you from admitting what you like to me. That’s cool, because I love pushing you forward.”

I had to agree with some of what she was saying, and then I asked how bad things would be for me tonight.

“You won’t get hurt, but you’re probably not going to like it… as much as I will, anyway. But I’ll be right there with you and make sure nothing too bad happens to you.”

I won’t get hurt? “Please,” I begged, “you’re freaking me out. I know you’re going to push things way too far. You don’t know how hard this is for me.”

“Yes I do know… believe me, I know. But you have to learn how to deal with this stuff so we can get on with things. You do want to make me happy, don’t you?”

“Yes, but…”

“And you know this is just about sex, right?”

“Yes, but you…”

“Haven’t I treated you well since you’re big change? Don’t you believe me that I’m just trying to make our lives the greatest thing two people can share? I know what you can take, and I see your face just as you’ve told me you’ve watched mine. You’re going to do fine tonight. You do trust me, I mean… really trust me, right?”

I nodded my head but couldn’t look her in the face.

“Besides, we talked about this last week. When you admitted to me that you were happy that I took your balls, I told you that you owe me a big thank you. After tonight, we’ll be even.”

EVEN! How could she think putting me through another trial would make up for her castrating me? I finally asked why I was wearing panties under my jeans and was met with a look that only worried me more. She wouldn’t answer, but instead told me to go start her car for her. When she came out of the house, I finally took note of her own attire. I had seen her much sexier, but she was still dressed in a way I figured was hot enough to get any guy she might want to use to embarrass me with by night’s end. I tried asking her about the panties again, and all she said was, “You know how hot it gets me to see you blushing.”

That night was the closest I had come to simply deny doing as she wanted, and if I knew what was headed my way, I never would have gotten into the car. She had me drive to the city which was about a half hour drive from us on the highway. All the way she sat right next to me and seemed to be prepping me for anything that might come my way. She kept trying to work me into some kind of a sexual frenzy, but that’s not nearly as easy with a eunuch. I did notice her efforts were leaving me with almost a desire to make my glowing wife happy. I loved her little girl smile just that much.

Lisa had me pull into several parking lots of stores, a church, two bars, and finally an office park. She reminded me of the last office park I had been in and after freaking out over what she might have in mind, she laughed as she told me to head back to the highway. It seemed she was going out of her way to torture my mind.

A few minutes later, I was making the last stop she had planned. It was into a motel parking lot and she had me pull around to the rear of the building. There weren’t any other cars in the rear and the motel had a row of rooms beneath the ones seen from the front. I was shaking uncontrollably when she ordered me out of the car in a tone that I had become well aware of that meant her sexual lust was moving into high gear. I saw that she already had a key to the room she led me to and began wondering how long this night had been in the planning. By the way she walked around the room inspecting everything; I sort of figured that she hadn’t been here before. She told me that she had to go get something and told me to watch TV until she got back. If ever I was going to leave her, the second she was out that door would have been the time to do it. Then something hit me; Stan.

I knew she had promised Stan that he could take a shot at my backside a week earlier and this was just the type of thing that she might set me up for, and since she had talked to him earlier, I knew he was part of what she was planning. My nerves finally began simmering down, and I went through the room trying to see if there were any special things out of the ordinary I might find. And then I remembered some of the videos I had watched. I looked around the top of the room, and sure enough, I found a tiny hole over the closet door. I opened the door, looked up over the jamb, and saw the lipstick sized camera taped into position to meet the hole I had seen. There weren’t any wires, but I noticed what appeared to be a tiny transmitter attached to it. I closed the door and looked for more holes in the walls. I found two more and began getting nervous again. Even if this night was something special she had planned for me and Stan, I now knew it was probably going to be on a movie down the road. In all the videos I had seen so far, not one of my abusers’ faces had been seen, and I sort of figured that that was how she would be showing the doctor in her finished edit.

When my wife came back fifteen minutes later, she was literally bouncing around the room. She couldn’t contain her excitement and sent me out to the car to bring in a cooler from the trunk. I didn’t know that was there, but it was full of beer and stuff for mixed drinks. Immediately, she had me begin drinking and kept telling me that I would want to be a bit tipsy for my night. Considering what I had already surmised, I agreed with her. Sure I liked Stan, but I was still very nervous about what we had talked about doing.

In another fifteen minutes, I was already on my third drink and there was a knock at the door. Lisa sprang to her feet and I was shocked when she opened the door. It wasn’t Stan, but instead was a rather large man that reminded me of a biker. She latched onto his arm and guided him over to me.

“This is Bear, and Bear, this is my special guy, Danny.”

I wasn’t sure how I should greet this guy, so I stood and offered my hand. If he knew anything about me, he sure wasn’t showing it. Something told me that I had gotten things wrong and this guy was really for Lisa’s enjoyment. I guessed that she wanted me to play her voyeur for the most part. But even before I managed to get the beer out of the cooler Lisa told me to get him, there was another knock on the door. I watched as she again opened the door in her bubbly way, and there was another guy standing there. He knew this guy called Bear and I was introduced to him and found his name was Rob. Now I was getting to a whole new level of apprehension, but still nothing seemed to show in their faces, and my wife was making a very obvious show of hanging all over these guys. Now I began praying that my place was that of a voyeur. I knew she liked the idea of bruising my ego with stories of her other conquests, the three that she had already had, so I decided this would be my problem to deal with for the night.

I was on my fourth drink when another knock came at the door and this time I saw two men standing there. They also knew the other men and I was introduced to them, but was in the bag to the point where I really didn’t catch their names. I needed to take a piss in the worse way and went into the bathroom. I guess my training was proving itself when I found myself sitting down just to take a piss. And when I saw the panties I was wearing and thought about the four large men on the other side of the door, I physically began shaking. I hung my head in my hands and prayed that Lisa would keep me out of their hands, and that was when it hit me in my drunken frame of mind. I remembered that night at the bar… the three bikers that had abused that guy… and nearly fainted. The one thing that got me to pull myself together was thinking about my wife and what this night would mean to her if I had finally figured out her plan correctly.

When I opened the door, it seemed like all eyes were on me. I began shaking all over again and Lisa came over to me. She helped me sit down next to her on one of the beds and kissed me so passionately that the men were hooting and cheering her on. When she pulled back, she whispered, “You ready? I love you.”

My heart felt like it would explode, but I knew this was for her and slowly nodded my head. Lisa looked over the four men and began my horror.

“Well guys, I think we should get this show on the road. As you know, this is my husband, and he’s that special guy I promised you.”

I grabbed her hand and squeezed it hard begging her to stop.

Bear looked at me in a totally new way from earlier. “This is the guy… and he’s your husband? What the fuck?”

“That’s right, but that doesn’t make any difference in what I told you before. He’s not exactly sure why he’s here, so I trust you’ll play as nice as we agreed?”

I stared into her eyes; again begging her quietly to end this nightmare. Instead, I saw her eyes coming to life over my heightened fear. Now my fright was confused with my desire for her to be happy. I wasn’t left with any time to think about anything. My world was speeding past me.

Rob asked Lisa, “You mean… you want us to do this with him?”

My wife dropped my hand as she stood up and stated, “Hey, I wear the pants around here. My bitch will do as I tell her.”

As confusing as her blunt statement was to me; it was doubly more confusing for the men staring at me. There were a flurry of questions and answers going back and forth between Lisa and the men, and I felt myself sinking into a world of despair. Then I heard my wife say as she lifted her skirt for the men, “I where the jockeys in this family.”

When I looked I saw she was wearing a pair of my underwear.

And that was when the night turned seriously bad for me. She told the men that if they wanted to know what I wore, they could take a look. In an instant, the men had my hands behind my back and one of them was pulling down my pants. Their laughter was deafening as they taunted me over the pink panties. I was peppered with questions over my sexuality and if I had a boyfriend already.

I caught a glimpse of Lisa’s face and saw another shot coming my way. “But there’s more to wearing the pants in a family, right? You know what I mean?” I and the men watched her as she sauntered over to her purse and pulled something out. When she turned around, my heart stopped. She was holding in her hands my vessel and stated, “I also have the only balls in the family.”

Rob and one of the other men went over to peer into the bottle and seemed more shocked than I was to see her holding a pair of male testicles within the jar. Their words became just so much noise to me as I stared at my wife’s trophy wondering what she was doing to me. Then I heard her answer one of their questions with, “Then take a look for your selves.”

My panties were getting torn off my legs and I looked away in total humiliation as the clamor rang loud in my ears. One of the men moved my limp prick to the side and with his other hand felt my void.

“Damn, bitch, they really are his. You’re one kinky bitch! I like that.”

It seemed like most men would have run from something this weird, but with all that they had just witnessed kicked in their own expectations of what my wife had promised them. I found myself being dragged off the bed and held kneeling on the floor and Bear was standing in front of me. I saw my wife’s face and her breathing was nearly as erratic as mine. I knew it was missing something, and that was the very smile I had hoped this night would bring her. I ran my options through my mind, and then began swearing at the men and struggling to fight my way off the floor. I remembered the several times she had spoken of that kid struggling in the bar and how greatly that had turned her on. I knew that was what I was going to give her, and it sure wouldn’t be hard with four men each capable of snapping my neck, ready to abuse me.

Bear had pushed his pants down to the floor and when I saw him pushing his briefs down, I renewed my effort to free myself. I saw Lisa blowing me a sarcastic kiss, and her eyes were glossed over and she had begun rubbing her own crotch. Someone grabbed my hair to control me and Bear was coming towards my face with the fattest cock I had ever seen. Everything seemed to be happening so fast and I was constantly taking slaps to the back and sides of my head to convince me to behave. Another pull on my hair to force my head backwards and Bear’s cock was in my mouth. There was no doubt as to his position among the others by the way he went at me. I could barely accept the girth of his cock, and yet he was ramming it into my mouth so hard I immediately began struggling to keep from choking to death. Here I was being sodomized by what would surely be the first of four men, and yet it was the froth leaking from the corners of my mouth that somehow seemed to embarrass me the most.

Someone was groping me roughly between my legs trying to understand what a nutless guy really felt like. Another man kept trying to get my hand wrapped around his cock to jerk him off. Every time I saw my wife, she was clearly in her own world. She wouldn’t be able to help me if I needed it, but still, I purposely struggled against the men just for her benefit. I felt a slap to the side of my head that was meant more to push me towards another man’s cock, and after a brief struggle, I was impaled again.

Several times, my mouth was passed from one man to the next, and each time I was forcefully made to take their organs. Their laughter and taunts had tears running down my face as somehow I managed to endure the way each ravaged my mouth for their own benefit. I felt like some sort of futuristic sex robot just trying to survive whatever they wanted to do to me. Every now and then, I would hear my wife telling them to do something and then I heard her expose me to my last shame.

“Stand him up… stand him up.” When I was held in a standing position, she snarled out, “Check out his tittie’s!”

Before I knew it, my shirt had been ripped over my head and hands were twisting at my nipples and groping wildly at my boobs. Another man lifted one of my legs and was seemingly grabbing for my balls as if he really didn’t believe they were gone. And that was when Rob went over to my wife and demanded to see her tits. I kept taking glances of her and little by little she was losing her clothes. She was fighting her attacker as well, but in a very obvious way that only teased him into going for more.

Someone spun me around and it turned out to be Bear. He forced me back to my knees and demanded that I was going to finish him off. My hands pushed first against his legs and then his stomach trying to get some measure of control over how hard he was fucking my head. It was really weird feeling his stomach. It was hairy and considering that he had a massive gut, it was rock hard under my fingers. I’ll never forget the sounds coming from me as he gagged me with every plunge. And then his hands ground my head into him and I could feel his cum filling my throat. I struggled to move his cock into my cheek, but it was impossible to escape his onslaught of fluids. I felt myself growing faint from lack of air, and then suddenly his cock was gone. I swallowed hard trying to capture a breath which was mistaken by the other men as my willingness to repeat the process.

I was turned once again and Lisa came back into view. Rob had her pinned up against the wall with her legs wrapped around his hips. He was fucking her in midair and when she saw I was watching, she screamed out how she wanted to see someone fucking my face. As someone began obeying her order, I had another cock forced into my mouth. My teeth scraped his shaft and I received a hard slap to my head and warned not to let it happen again. Every chance I could, I tried sneaking a peek at my wife. She looked like she was in heaven over staring at my abuse. When she saw me watching her, I heard her tell Rob that she wanted him to cum deep inside her so she could feed me when he was done. The others heard that and began cheering Rob to “fill her up”. I was taunted relentlessly with what was coming for me and tears started rolling down my face again.

Without any warning, I felt my mouth welling up with a second load of cum and a slap to the head warned me not to let it escape from my mouth. As soon as the cock pulled out of me, my lower jaw was grabbed and hoisted into the air.

“Swallow that, you little fucker. Swallow it.”

Another hand grabbed my hair to help hold my head back and I swallowed just to gain my release. It was nasty and seemed way too thick and globular. I heard Lisa squeal watching me do as I had been forced, and then her guttural moan told me she was cumming hard along with the cock fucking her. Rob banged her ass hard into the wall several times and after a huge sigh over her orgasm, she slid back to the floor. Two men grabbed my arms to hold me on my knees as all the men knew why she was walking over to me.

“Here you go, sweetie, all for you.” Her eyes were nearly swelled shut from her sexual lust. “Now show the nice men how obedient of a husband I truly have, and clean me up. Rob left me such a mess down there.” As the men held me put, she nearly walked one leg over my head and rested her bottom right against my face. I shook my head away from the smell too repugnant to tolerate. Someone turned my head back and I felt an amazing wetness on my face. I turned away again and then Lisa took control of my head by wrapping her fingers into my hair. For the next several minutes I was slapped and tormented verbally until Lisa had put on the best show of emasculating me as any man had ever gone through.

Bear pulled my wife away from me finally and began going at her. I’m sure she had figured that she would be getting passed around just as much as me, but she was providing them with pussy where as it turned out my ass had been saved by their earlier agreement as to what they could and couldn’t do to the fag she had promised to produce for them. I found myself getting thrown on my back on the bed and one of the guys fell on top of me to pin me down. His hands ran all over me and he was trying to make me kiss him. I certainly had no desire for intimacy with this brute and kept turning my head away. Eventually, he held my head still as he began slobbering over my mouth. I nearly gagged when he pushed his tongue in me, but he was twice my size and was doing this more to humiliate me than for his own real needs.

I heard Lisa screaming out in ecstasy from somewhere, but I couldn’t find her. Then I found my body being spun around so my head was hanging off the side of the bed. That ended up being the way the last two men got off with me. They took turns fucking my mouth and that left me watching their balls slamming into my nose and eyes. To see their balls slapping at me was hard, yet mesmerizing, as I studied them and thought about my own. I kept fighting away from their cocks just to get a breath whenever I could. When the first guy was ready to cum, his friend pushed on my forehead; forcing me to accept his entire load. I choked on his cum and wound up swallowing a good part of it. In a heartbeat, the last guy took his place and in just seconds, he pulled out of my mouth and shot his cum all over my face. I remembered what Lisa had taught me about men wanting to disgrace their cocksuckers, whether male or female, and was just thankful that it was there instead of going down my throat again.

Finally, I was free of hands and worked to spin over to sit up, but a hand grabbed my hair and pulled my head back down. It was Lisa and she was walking over my head. Immediately she squatted down to force her cunt right into the mess the last man left. Her position left me struggling to breathe and between her demeaning words and constant demands, I worked feverishly to make her climax. I tasted the sperm that Bear had dumped in her and the lewdness of what I was doing caused a stir in my lower regions. It took me a while, but I finally realized what she really needed, and that was the one thing that none of these guys could possibly do for her. That was why she was so ravenously rubbing against my face. I felt a hand on my ze spot and realized it was hers and knowing that did something to me. Suddenly my groin came alive with sensations and I began squirming around trying to make anything happen down there. She began pulling her hand away and I raised my hips trying to capture it again. I guess she saw my need and returned her hand to me. I began undulating my hips trying to make myself cum even though my dick was limp and I knew it was impossible.

In the middle of trying to force anything new from my left over organs, I became mesmerized by the foul mess before me and dove deep into my wife’s pussy for more of it. Then she took her free hand and held it behind her back to pinch my nose. As she did that, she pushed her bottom tightly to my mouth which effectively forced me to pleasure her even harder to win a moment where she would release the pinch just long enough to snort a breath of air before pinching it off again. I knew all the men were watching what she was doing to me, but shame had been banished from me a while ago. I could hear their slurs aimed at me and cheers for how well my wife was humiliating me. And then it happened. Everything went white in my head and my abdomen shuddered hard. The tingling in the tip of my cock seemed to run through my body as the sides of my scar seemed to tighten to unreal proportions. Lisa saw what was happening to me and worked her hand feverishly over my voided area and I struggled to nip at her clit when she fell forward to give me access to it. Her body instantly began convulsing along with mine until her clit bounced away from my reach because of it becoming overly sensitive; my signal that she was done.

The men had had their fill and by the time my wife dismounted my face, they were dressed and ready to go. Two men took a last feel of my crotch as all of them kissed and felt my wife one last time before heading out the door. In an instant, my ordeal ended. I could hear my wife breathing hard and she sat next to me as I worked myself further onto the bed to support my head. We stared at each other without a word for a solid minute, and then she asked, “Now that wasn’t so bad, was it? Did you have fun?”

Her glossed over eyes had withered away, but there was still that glow that spoke to her heightened sexual arousal. I fought to find words that would both please her and yet not set me into a role she might wish to exploit. All I could come up with was, “Did you have the fun you were looking for?”

She fell over me and gave me a kiss, but I could see she was repulsed by the residual product of the men still emanating from my face and sat back up. “You have no fucking idea how much fun that was for me. You’re okay, aren’t you? So, did you like it?”

I found my head shaking slightly from side to side, but I also answered her, “I liked watching your face.”

Lisa went into the bathroom as I lay there trying to wrap my mind around what had happened. When she came back, she had a warm facecloth and began wiping my face off. It was nice seeing her care for me even as her eyes were still glistening over what she had put me through.

“Open wide...” Lisa pushed the cloth into my mouth with two fingers and began wiping it thoroughly over my teeth and gums, and when she was done, she came back to me and gave me another kiss. This time as she backed away, she exclaimed, “Now that’s better. You know you tasted like cock before?” Her poking fun at me made her face come to life and I finally sat up and looked down at my crotch.

Lisa saw me looking at myself and said, “You should have seen your face when they were checking you out. I had an orgasm just watching them reacting to your… you know, your missing body parts. And god, your face when you saw I brought your balls to show them?” She reached down and began rubbing me between my legs lightly and added, “And we found out something else, didn’t we? You had your first orgasm, didn’t you?”

I was still confused by all that went on, but I told her that maybe I had in some way. In my own head though I knew she was probably right to refer to it that way. Whatever had happened at the end had definitely taken over my body for those ten seconds. I tried to remember what it felt like to ejaculate to compare it to, but that was becoming a fading memory.

We were soon headed home and my wife couldn’t stop talking about every aspect of what she had witnessed and it began giving me a big head. Seeing her enthusiastic take on everything, I couldn’t bring myself to say anything that might diminish her high.

After allowing me to shower with her beside me, we headed for bed. As I laid there in the dark, I began taking stock of everything that had gone on and what that meant to me. I weighed what the men had done to me, and Lisa’s part in all of it. For some reason my family came into my head and I felt ashamed at what I had become. That shame was made worse by thoughts of what they would think if they ever discovered my secrets. I couldn’t sleep and after an hour of restless spinning in bed, I looked over to see my wife sleeping like a baby. Even in her sleep, her face still showed how satisfied she had been over what she had done to me, and got to watch.

“Again? What the hell is the matter with you? We were getting along so well, why would you do this to me? Do you like me having to do things to keep you in line? I warned you about trying to leave me and here I find another letter to your parents? Now what am I suppose to do – cut your fucking dick off?”

“No, no, you don’t understand.”

My wife was livid over my perceived betrayal and began waiving the letter through the air as she began threatening to remover my prick with a meat clever. She was so pissed off at me that she wasn’t even listening to my words trying to stop her for a second to tell her my side of the story.

Finally I managed to squeeze in, “Clam down, didn’t you read the letter? It’s just the opposite from what you think; I’m not trying to run away…” And as my wife began simmering down and I thought about how best to put it. I simply told her to read the letter for herself, because either she hadn’t or simply hadn’t understood it. I found it really hard to say out loud what that letter really meant. I knew she would put most of what was in my head together after seeing what the letter said to my parents.

I watched her take the letter out and unfold the two pages. Yes, I had written another letter to my parents last night as Lisa was asleep, but I hadn’t hid the letter from her because it was right on the end table. I was going to have her read it and have what I saw as a final talk with my wife to explain how she had won. In part the letter was telling my parents how I was leaving the country and not planning to return. I told them how depressed I had become with my life and needed a whole new persona. After going through many made up stories about why I was leaving my wife and my life behind, I told them goodbye for the final time. I knew they would write me off pretty easy and that was exactly what I wanted. That part of my life held nothing more than disappointment for me and my new life moving forward at least showed promise of a life that would shield my new body. And I had hand written the letter versus an email so they would know it was truly coming from me, unlike the email letter Lisa had typed and had me sign nearly three months ago.

At points during reading the letter, my wife would look up at me in wonderment. I think she was coming to the only logical conclusion for me writing off my family this way. Her eyes went back to the letter to finish it. When she was done, she folded the letter and stuffed it back in the envelope. I needed to wait for her to ask her questions because I really didn’t know where to begin.

“What were you… why would you do this?”

“I guess so you know you’ve won.”

Her eyes lit up and she sat down on the couch with her dropped jaw. “But, what do you mean I’ve won. I thought we had already come to that conclusion.”

“Yeah, between us maybe, but I knew I would always worry about them finding out what’s going on with me. I guess they’re really the reason I’ve been fighting you over some of this stuff. I would think, what would they say if they saw me now? What would they think of me? And I couldn’t deal with that. You know I’ve always been a disappointment to them and the rest of the family. In a way, it’s better this way.”

“But why now?”

I struggled for the words I found extremely hard to formulate. I wanted her to know, but I guess I still had some self pride left that was holding my words back. “After last night, I couldn’t sleep and realized two things: my family was still there keeping me self-conscious and fearful they would find out about me, and that I… I love you… and to answer your question from last night, yes, I do trust you. What you’ve done to me has destroyed my old life, but as you say all the time, there’s no going back now.” I walked over to the mantel and carefully took the vessel into my hands that held my testicles. I went back to the couch and sat down beside my wife holding my balls out in front of me. “When I first learned why you had bought this jar, I was really freaked out. Remember that first time you held it under me and pushed them in there? You have no idea what I was thinking or feeling. I was afraid as all hell, but the thought of them getting cut off had another side to it that I couldn’t begin to accept then. Now, here I am holding them in my hands and like… wow. I still get faint realizing what I’m actually holding here.”

I turned and saw Lisa was in a state of shock over what she saw coming. He face was bright and bubbly and that was the one thing that kept me enduring everything she had done to me… and what I knew she wanted to do to me in the future. “I look at you and see that fire in your eyes whenever you look at these and… I never knew how much power they really held until you took them. I understand what they mean to you now. And I guess I sort of feel like… like you were stronger than me in some way and that you really deserved to take them from me. I started realizing that lately when I heard you talking about them as your trophy. Sure, you set me up and are forcing me to do all this crazy shit, but… I don’t know… I guess in some way I trust you so much to take care of me, that it seems like these were a small price to pay.”

Lisa was blown away over knowing that I had given up my fight, at least to her controlling me and my life. “You really do trust me. I’m so happy, but I don’t know what to say. So this letter is about you ending your life as Dan? But what was it… that made you do this? Was it what went on with Stan last week, or last night?”

I bit my lip and answered, “A little bit of both I guess, but it was really the way you… the way you treated me. I don’t understand it myself, but there’s something about the way you bragged about owning these and how cherished they are to you. When I heard you doing that I was… almost proud… to be yours. And even to be using me that way for your enjoyment. You had such a huge smile and your eyes were lusting to see more. That’s why I started fighting them. I saw what it was doing for you, and I just wanted to make it the best possible memory I could for you; like that first time we went to that bar.”

Then came the true moment of truth for me that I’d been hiding for nearly three months, and it was time to buck up and admit it. “But there’s something more behind this. This is so hard for me to say. That night you took these, there was a lot more going on than either of us actually knew. I didn’t want you to do that, and I was scared out of my mind, but wow, even now I just see it so clearly. When you took that knife and started cutting into my sack, it was the most twisted moment of my life. I was out of my mind in fear. And then watching you sliding that damn scalpel down and seeing my balls and scrotum… falling away… seeing that empty space coming into reality. When I saw them fall into your hand and you actually were moving your hand away from where they belonged… I can’t get that out of my head. I love you… so much. That was the wildest thing I ever lived through in my life and… I can’t get it out of my head. If I could cum, I would be jerking off over that image every fucking day. Now, when I get really horny, I think about those final seconds and… I do exactly what you said I would. I may not cum, but damn, what happens down there and in my mind is like… ten times bigger than cumming.”

My wife’s mouth was gaping open, but her eyes told me that she was grasping what I was trying to say to her. I held the jar up and took a hard look at its contents and searched for the very edges of where they were severed. I noted the once manly pubic hairs that still remained as they had been the day my wife had laid claim to them and stuffed them into this vessel. My breathing grew labored and I felt that tingling sensation at the tip of my cock and the base around my scar that I had begun looking at as my new climax during sex. In the past week I had experienced it several times and it seemed minimal to the point where it wouldn’t outwardly show, but this time it was much more severe as it had been last night. I felt the glass in my hand trembling and I was afraid I would drop my wife’s cherished trophy. I turned the jar to her and held it out, “These are really yours now. And I don’t want you to feel bad anymore about taking them from me. I love you so much, I’m just glad that you have them.”

Lisa was totally in out of space as she reached out to take them from me. Slowly her face began turning into a hugely sweet smile and leaned in to kiss me. She pulled back just enough to speak and finished my new form of climax for me by pushing me over the edge. “I knew you were mine forever. I own your ass and these prove it. And don’t worry; last night was just the start of what I’m going to do to you.”

After staring at my balls close up for a couple of minutes in silence, she walked over to place them back on the mantel. She began going into the kitchen and almost as an afterthought, she turned and reminded me, “Don’t forget that Stan’s coming by tonight.”

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