“Of course, you’ll have to be seen to,” Bella said to me.

“What do you mean, “Seen to”, I said.

“Well, you know, fixed so that you can’t do anything”

“Can’t do what?”

“So you can’t fuck my sisters.”

“And how would you propose to do that?” I asked.

“We would have to take you to the vets and have you neutered, castrated, gelded.” said Bella.

“Oh no, you’ll have to think of something else, otherwise the deal’s off,” I said.

My wife Bella and I have been married for over 50 years and sex with her was a pretty routine affair after she had a hysterectomy about 20 years ago. Although she would have sex if I insisted I was left to fend for myself mostly, masturbating and abusing my genitals in front of the computer whilst surfing BDSM sites and the Eunuch Archives. The last 10 years, however, I found that because of medication for high blood pressure and diabetes, I could not get my penis hard and when I climaxed the cum just oozed out of the end. After several attempts at intercourse with my limp dick I gave up and settled for floppy masturbation.

About 6 years ago Bella’s sister Penny lost her husband and we comforted her until she got over it, visiting her weekly and me doing the ‘manly’ things about the house.

Then 3 years ago Bella’s other sister, Julie, lost her husband and we had to do the same for her. With two sisters to care for and my own house to look after it was becoming almost impossible to do everything. A solution had to be found.

After some discussion it was decided that we would all move into one house so that it would be possible for me to cover all the jobs. As Julie had a four bedroom house the proposition was that we and Penny sell our houses and all move into Julie’s house and share expenses and maintenance. This was why Bella was suggesting that I be ‘fixed’

“Look, I don’t want to be ‘fixed’, as you call it. You know I can’t get hard enough to do anything but if it will make you feel more secure and happy I’ll wear a chastity device if you get me one.” I told her.

So a chastity tube was obtained and put on standby and the moves to house sharing went ahead. Come the day of moving in; and after all the unpacking was completed, we all met in the lounge.

“Take your trousers and pants off Rod and come and stand in front of me with your legs apart” said Bella.

With some trepidation I did as I was told, fortunately my dick didn’t arise further than it’s normal half hard and soon Bella had fitted the retaining ring tightly behind my balls. I suddenly realised that my balls would never again be able to retract. Then she fitted the chastity tube over my cock and locked it to the retaining ring which was trapping my balls. Without the key to the lock, the only way to get the curving tube off my penis was to rip off my testicles. Not only that, but I suddenly realised that the inside of the tube was lined with short, sharp protrusions. If I were to get hard these would cause considerable pain. When I mentioned this to Bella she replied with, “It’s on you now, never to come off. Learn to live with it.”

“And now, Penny and Julie, you are safe from penetration from Rod, though feel free if you want him to ‘service’ you in other ways. Since he has not been neutered he will probably get some enjoyment from it and be prepared to pleasure you in any way you desire.”

As I heard this my penis twitched inside the tube, this was the first time it had been mentioned that I could pleasure my sisters-in-law with my wife’s permission and my mind raced thinking of the possibilities. The idea of my chastity obviously exited my wife and she was more amorous than for a long time when we went to bed that night. She caressed my balls and pinched my nipples but would not take the device off my penis. I played with her clit and finger fucked her until she came and I found my relief as cum oozed out of the device that was imprisoning my cock.

Next day I took up my duties as general ‘maintenance man’, gardening and generally doing the outside chores, after which I showered and changed and we all had our evening meal. However, after the evening meal, we all met in the lounge and it soon became apparent that I was going to be up for grabs each evening.

Penny said, "I have been without a man the longest so I am claiming Rod for the night.” Bella and Julie said nothing so she took my hand and led me to her bedroom. Once there she took no time in kissing and caressing me and removing all my clothes, until I was absolutely naked apart from the chastity tube.

“Now Rod, you probably don’t know the way I enjoyed sex with my husband but I enjoyed being spanked and caned before sex. And the penetration was up my arse as I frigged my clit to orgasm, but you are unable to do that in your present state so we will have to improvise.” Where-upon Penny produced from the wardrobe a cane and a large dildo.

Of a sudden the door to the bedroom swung open and Julie and Bella came in dressed only in bra and panties. “We’ve come to assist” says Julie, “Penny, get your clothes off and lie on the bed on you back.”

Penny stripped and I had my first view of her perky little breasts and shaven cunt as she lay on her back on the bed. Julie stood one side of the bed and Bella the other and each grabbed one of Penny’s ankles. They pulled her legs up in a U shape and then towards the head of the bed doubling her over so that her arse and crutch were fully exposed.

“Now, Rod, you should spank her arse cheeks until they are glowing pink. This will make them nice and tender so that the cane will hurt more.” said Julie. I started smacking her buttocks, stinging my hands in the process. Then I spotted Penny’s slippers next the dressing table so grabbed one of them. This made a far more stinging implement to assault her arse and she started to squirm in discomfort, but her hand went down to her crotch and a finger slipped into her vagina. I took this as a sign that she was ready for the cane, which was a stingy looking school type one.

During all this preparation work my cock had been steadily growing and as I brought the cane to her defenceless cheeks my penis filled the chastity tube fully and pressed against the inside. It was then I realised that the short, sharp protrusions stabbed into the flesh and particularly the corona. My cock wilted again and as I continued to apply all the twelve strokes my dick was subjected to pleasure and pain. Although Penny was writhing against her sister’s restraining hands and arms she was continuing to frig herself frantically.

“I think you should apply the dildo now Rod”, said Julie so I lubricated the end and applied it to Penny’s puckered anal entrance. Surprisingly it slid easily into what was obviously a well used entrance. As I slid it in and out Penny bucked her hips against the welcome intruder. Of a sudden Julie pulled Penny’s fingers aside and slipped two of her own fingers in to Penny’s cunt, then three, then four and then her whole hand was in there. Penny was convulsing in ecstasy until suddenly she orgasmed, gasped and went limp.

“Thank you Rod, Bella and Julie for a wonderful session but now I must get to sleep. Goodnight.” And with that we went our separate ways to bed, me suffering from a bad case of blue balls!

The next day was spent going about my chores. In the evening it was announced that it was Julie’s turn tonight so we all went to her bedroom. Once there Julie and I got naked and Bella and Penny stripped to bra and panties to assist. Julie had a slightly fuller figure, nice medium breasts and a nicely shaved and pouting pussy.

“Rod, I’d like a bit of spanking to warm me up and then for you to bring me off with your mouth and tongue,” said Julie as she lay back on the bed. With that Bella and Penny each grabbed an ankle and pulled her legs over her head, thus exposing her arse and cunt for me. I started with some light spanks with my hand and then moved on to some firmer ones with the slipper. She began to squirm a bit and soon her bum cheeks were aglow. As Penny and Bella grabbed a nipple each and started pinching and twisting it I lowered my head to her crotch and started to lick her vagina, stick my tongue into her slit and nibble on her clit. During this my cock kept growing in the tube until the spikes kicked in and deflating. As I sucked her clit into my mouth and vacuumed it with my lips Julie came with a shuddering gasp and soaked my face with her woman jism.

Another day of being the man about the house and then it was Bella’s turn to be ‘serviced’. We all went to our bedroom and Penny and Julie asked what she liked and I told them that when we had been shagging before she used to like being deprived of air by covering her mouth with mine and pinching her nostrils.

“OK, we can arrange that but you, Rod, will not be involved this time, but you may watch”, said Penny and told Bella to undress and lie on the bed. When she was naked and laid on the bed the two girls tied her arms and legs to the corners of the bed with soft ropes.

“Now, Bella, are you willing to be suffocated for sexual pleasure?” said Penny.

“Yes”, said Bella, “anything you like to get me off”.

“Right”, said Penny, “open you mouth and we will fill it with panties so that you have to breathe through you nose.”

Bella opened her mouth and the panties were stuffed in and secured with a stocking tied around her head. Then Penny told Julie to pinch her nostrils so that Bella couldn’t breathe while she frigged Bella’s clit. Then she shoved a 6 inch dildo into her cunt and as her chest heaved as she tried to draw in air Bella shuddered and orgasmed. Julie stopped pinching her nostrils and the gag was removed. Bella gasped for air as she replenished her lungs and once again I was plagued by the pain in my cock as I witnessed the scene and attempted to get hard.

This scenarios were enacted, with different of the women every day, over the next few months with the recurring pain in my penis caused by the chastity device until after a particularly strenuous session with Penny, as we went to our separate bedrooms, I announced that the continual hardening, pain and deflating of my cock was driving me mad and that tomorrow we would have find a solution.

The next day we all met in the lounge.

“OK, I give up. I agree to be ‘fixed’, anything to get rid of the recurring pain in my cock when I service you three. How do you want to do it?”

“Well,” said Bella, “There’s castration, penectomy or both. Which do you fancy?”

“Wouldn’t castration destroy his sex drive?” said Julie, “He might not want to service us afterwards.”

“I suggest a penectomy,” said Penny. “He can keep his testicles but won’t be able to fuck us and we can give him a prostate massage to drain him now and again.”

“Yes I think that would be best,” said Bella, “and a re-route of your urethra to behind your balls so you can join us girls in sitting down to pee. It would improve hygiene in the toilet.”

“Alright, I agree,” I said with resignation, “but I want something in return. I want each of you to have your clit hood removed so your clit is exposed for easier access and I want to brand each of you on the arse and just above your cunt with the letter ‘R’ to show you’re mine.”

At this they all went into the kitchen to talk it over and when they returned Penny acted as spokeswoman. “We have all agreed, when would it be done?”

Julie said, “I know someone that would probably do the penectomy and re-route on Rod and I’m sure she would be willing to remove our clit hoods at the same time.”

”When would you do the branding?” asked Bella.

“Oh, I think that could be worked in as part of the action when I have a session with each of you after you’ve had me done. I yet have to make the branding iron.” I saw the girls shudder as I said this.

A few days later Julie told us that she had spoken to the woman surgeon friend of hers and she was willing to do it on the coming Saturday so when the appointed day came round we were led by Julie to her friend’s house. When we got there we were met at the door by a middle-aged woman in a doctors coat who introduced herself as Dr Janet and she led us though the house to a surgery in a back room. The room was equipped with an operating table with lots of straps and pulleys.

“OK,” said Dr Janet, “In what order do you want the procedures done?”

“We women will be done first so Rod can watch and then he will be done,” said Julie.

“Right, who’s first,” said Janet

“As I’m the senior I suppose it’s me,” said Penny

“Right strip off all your clothing below the waist and lay on that table over there.”

Soon Penny had stripped off her skirt, tights and panties and as she lay back on the table Dr Janet passed a strap across her lower stomach to hold her to the table. Next her arms were strapped to her sides and leather padded cuffs were placed around her ankles which were attached to ropes which pulled her legs wide apart and upward, spreading her thighs and exposing her freshly shaved vagina and finally a gag was placed in her mouth to stop any screams she might make. What was surprising was that on Penny’s pert little breasts her nipples were fully aroused in anticipation of what was about to happen to her. A tray of equipment was wheeled next to the table and a clamps were taken and fixed to each labia lip then taped to each thigh so that they pulled the lips apart and Penny’s cunt gaped wide making her clit and hood vulnerable to whatever Dr Janet was going to do. Taking a surgical clamp in her left hand the surgeon peeled back her clit hood with her right thumb and forefinger and clamped it. Quickly she picked up a pair of surgical scissors from the tray and placed them just below the clamp and, to Penny’s muffled screams, closed the handles of the scissors and clipped her clit hood off. There was surprisingly little blood and soon Janet put two stitches in the wound and placed a surgical dressing over the vagina.

“You need only keep the dressing on until the small amount of bleeding stops in a couple of hours or so,” Penny was told as she was released from the table. “You may have a little stinging when you pee but that will soon pass and the stitches are dissolvable and will fall out when their job is done.”

“Now who is next?”

“Well, as I’m next senior, I suppose it’s me,” said Bella as she stripped off her clothes and lay on the table.

She was quickly made helpless, as Penny had been, and the ball gag strapped in her mouth. Her clit and hood were a lot and two cuts were necessary to remove the hood, which caused Bella to writhe in pain as the operation was carried out. Soon, however, there was another clit hoodless sister in the room and she was stitched up, wound dressed and released.

While this had been going on Julie was looking more and more worried and then it came to her turn.

“I don’t think I can go through with this,” she said, “it looks as though it hurts a lot and I don’t want it done,” as she tried to leave the room.

“Oh, no you don’t,” said Penny, “we’ve both had it done and now it’s your turn.”

With that Penny, Bella and I grabbed Julie and manhandled her to the table. As she struggled Dr Janet strapped her down and gagged her, in spite of her protests, and told her that because she had misbehaved, her clit hood would be removed with an ordinary knife instead of a clean cut with a surgical instrument. Whereupon Dr Janet produced a kitchen knife, with a slightly serrated edge, and sterilised it with spirit. Julie looked at it with a look of panic in her eyes as the surgeon clamped her clit hood. The knife was brought into position below the clamp and the look turned to pure terror as she realised what was about to happen. As her moans and screams were muffled by the gag and she strained wildly at her bonds her clit hood was painfully sawn off. I noticed that during each of the ‘operations’ the two who were watching fingered their clits in undoubted sexual pleasure from what they were seeing happen to their sister.

As Julie was sewn up and bandaged, Penny said to her, “If you agree to something you must go through with it, and don’t forget the branding is to come.”

And then it was my turn! I wondered how much the women would enjoy my penectomy and re-route.

“OK, Rod,” said Janet, “it’s your turn now. Take all your clothes off and get on the table and I’ll prepare you and tell you what is to happen.”

I lay on the table and the strap was passed around my waist and tightened as were the straps holding my arms to the sides. My legs were stretched wide apart and I had a ball gag thrust in my mouth and the straps tightened behind my head.

“Now this is what I’m going to do.” said the surgeon. “I shall skin your penis but keep a flap of skin attached to you above your penis. Then the supportive ligaments are going to be removed and all the spongy tissue above your urethra. It’s this spongy tissue which fills with blood to give you an erection and you wouldn’t want that where the remainder of you dick is going. By now there will only be your urethra left and I shall make a new route for it through you abdomen coming out between your scrotum and anus. I shall snip the excess length off and stitch to seal your skin around your repositioned outlet so that you are nice and flush down there. Some of the skin which was removed from your penis will be used to seal the wound where your penis was.”

I tried to protest but because of the gag it only came out as agitated grunts.

“Oh, I know what’s worrying you. Don’t worry, you’ll be unconscious for the procedure, we wouldn’t want you to die of shock!”

With that she thrust a hypodermic syringe into my buttock and as I descended into unconsciousness I could see the sisters smirking about what was to become of me.

As I came to I could feel an ache between my legs and in my abdomen. As my eyes regained their focus I could see Dr Janet gazing down at me.

“Welcome back Rod, I’ve kept you sedated for a week while you heal from the surgery but now we can start the physiotherapy to introduce you to your new life as a penectomised person.”

The physiotherapy didn’t turn out to be much. Since I had a catheter coming out just behind my scrotum and a urine bag strapped to my leg I merely had to learn to empty the bag when it became full and then I was sent home. After three weeks I had to attend Dr Janet’s surgery to have the stitches and the catheter removed and I was declared fit – to lead my new life without a penis. I found that, since my new pee hole was just behind my scrotum, I had to hold my sack up while urinating to avoid pissing on my balls! The answer was surprisingly simple, I fixed an elastic band around my scrotum which trapped my testicles and held them away from my body away from the stream of piss.

I had not wasted my time of recuperation; I had spent time in my workshop making a branding iron in the shape of the letter ‘R’ about 40mm high by 25mm wide. At our next evening get-together I showed it to my harem and their faces paled as they realised I had meant what I had said and that I was going to collect on their commitment to be branded.

“OK, who is going to be the first to be marked as mine?” I asked. The girls looked at each other but there was not much response.

“OK, as you can’t make up your minds I’ll do it for you. I’ll put each of your names on a piece of paper and we’ll have a draw”.

So I wrote ‘Penny’, ‘Bella’ and ‘Julie’ on three pieces of paper, folded them and placed them in a cup. I held the cup out to Penny who took a paper and passed it to me. I unfolded it and on it was written ‘Julie’. She made a dash for the door but I intercepted her and Penny and Bella assisted me in preparing her to be branded as mine.

“Do you want to do this the hard way or will you co-operate? It’s going to happen anyway whatever you do,” I said to Julie.

“Oh, all right then, I’ll co-operate,” she said. “What do you want me to do?”

“I want you to strip,” I told her, “and then you are to bend over the table. I’m going to put a butt plug in your arse and a Foley catheter to drain your urine and plug your bladder. We don’t want you to loose control and make a mess when the pain hits you, do we?”

When her body was naked we could see that her nipples were erect and she was obviously aroused at the prospect of what was about to happen to her. As she meekly bent over the table I lubed up the butt plug and while Bella held Julie’s arse cheeks apart I presented the point of the butt plug to her puckered anus. Using a rotating action I forced the plug in until her sphincter muscle closed round the neck to keep it in. Next the Foley catheter was pushed into her urethra until urine flowed into the jar that Penny was holding. This was the signal to inflate the balloon inside the bladder to stop the catheter coming out. Then the valve was closed, preventing further urine flow. Now she was sealed and ready.

“Now I’d like you to stand up, turn around with your back to the table, back up until the table edge is against the back of your thighs and place each foot against a table leg,” I told her.

I quickly bound each ankle to the table legs, holding Julie’s legs wide apart and exposing her genitalia to our avaricious gaze.

“Now, to avoid your moans or screams upsetting the neighbours you will have to be gagged. Would you like a ball gag or do you want your mouth to be taped shut?”

“I think I will opt for the ball gag, that seems to be the best option,” she said.

“Any last request before we begin the procedure?”

“Yes, please make it quick.”

I forced the ball gag into her mouth and secured the straps behind her head. Her mouth gaped around the ball and she began to drool. I hoped that she wasn’t going to drown in her own spittle!

We were ready to proceed. Bella and Penny stood one each side of her, grasped a wrist and shoulder each and slowly bent her backwards until her shoulders were on the table. Her body was bowed backwards and her lower abdomen was taught, shaven and ready for the branding that was to come. As I lit the blowtorch to heat the brand Julie knew that she was to be branded and that there was no return and struggled against her sister’s restraints but the weight of Penny and Bella bearing down on her made it impossible for her to move.

When the brand was red hot I said to Julie “Now take a deep breath and let it out slowly,” as I applied the red hot brand to the taut, exposed flesh just above her cunt.

As I applied the brand for three seconds, which is sufficient to make a permanent mark, muffled screams came from behind the gag and Julie’s body struggled against her sister’s restraints as the brand hissed against her skin and a smell of burning flesh filled the room. As I took the brand off Julie slumped against the table in relief that it was all over. The reddened ‘R’ stood out boldly above her cunt as a permanent mark of ownership.

I noticed that Penny and Bella were very aroused by this but I wondered how they would feel when it was their turn. “How do you feel Julie?” I asked as I took the gag from her mouth.

“I’m glad it’s over. Surprisingly I feel turned on by it now but I am looking forward to assisting in the brandings of my sisters.”

“Don’t forget that you still have a brand to come on your arse cheeks in a little while.”

“I think I can handle that now but I am so turned on by what has happened that I want you to bring me off,” said Julie.

Needing no further encouragement, while she was still bent backwards, I knelt in front of her spread open cunt and sucked her hoodless clit into my lips and licked and chewed her clit.

Penny said “Rod has done well and deserves release.” Whereupon I felt her fingers on my arsehole and gradually first one, then two, three four and then her whole fist was distending my passage like it had never been stretched before. Her finger stimulated my prostate and as Bella caressed, cupped and squeezed my balls I felt cum boiling in my prostate for release and suddenly it oozed out of the hole behind my balls. Bella caught this in a small glass as Julie shuddered in orgasm from my attentions.

Julie said, “I didn’t think I would say this but loosing my clit hood has made me enjoy what you’re doing far more and my branding turned me on more than I thought it would.”

“There is one thing to do before we end this session,” said Penny. “That is that Rod has to drink his own cum.”

The glass was presented to me with my viscous cum in it and I knew I would not have any other option so I put the glass to my lips and swallowed the rather sweet, acrid, sticky fluid.

The only thing left to do was to dress Julie’s branded flesh with some topical

painkiller ointment and a dry dressing.

After that session several days went past while we recharged out batteries but soon I felt the need arise again and when we met after dinner in the evening I told the women that I was ready to brand one of the others.

Penny said, “I shaved my pubic area last night so it is nice and clear for the brand so I guess it should be me.”

She quickly stripped off her clothes and bent forward over the table for the butt plug and catheter to be fitted.

She turned and backed against the table and was quickly secured in place and gagged. As I lit the blowtorch I saw her shudder and close her eyes in anticipation of the pain to come, which soon struck her as my ‘R’ was burned into her flesh above her cunt. She reared against the restraining holds of her sisters and then slumped back, spent, as Julie had been.

I duly obliged her by causing her to orgasm by sucking on her clit as my prostate was massaged and I was drained into the glass. I decided that I was not going to drink my own cum this time and I told Julie to drink it.

“I don’t think I want to,” she said. “It’s not as if you came in my mouth during a blow job, which would be OK.”

I told her that she should do as she was told or she would get another brand on her breast so she reluctantly complied, putting the glass to her lips and drawing my cum into her mouth, which she swallowed with a grimace.

A few days later the same scenario was played out with Bella the recipient of my mark, with she accepted stoically. This time I selected Penny as the recipient of my donation of cum and, surprisingly, she accepted it with alacrity, rolling it around her mouth before swallowing with a satisfied look in her eye.

After a couple of weeks I told Penny, Bella and Julie to strip below the waist so that all three of their pubic areas were naked and to line up for my inspection. I removed the dressings and was very satisfying to see each of their pubic mounds adorned with my initial emblazoned in red, seared flesh.

“Right, girls, you all now have my mark above your vaginas. Soon I will make my mark on your arse cheeks.”

Several weeks passed; I having much pleasure in servicing all three in turn. However, having an orgasm with a prostate massage, although the girls tried to make it pleasurable enough, was not the same as a natural orgasm and left me vaguely unsatisfied.

I decided that the time had come to carry out the second branding on them. I had constructed a 9” high box with a padded top about 2 feet wide and a foot in depth. A 4” wide strap with a strong buckle was fitted across the top and the whole thing was designed to fit on the edge of the ‘branding table’. As I went indoors with it and fixed it to the table the women realised its purpose and looked in trepidation at it and each other.

“I have decided to carry out the second branding of all three of you today. It only needs to be decided on the order in which you are done. Have any preferences?”

“Yes,” said Penny, “I think you should do Julie first if only to prevent her being scared after seeing us done and making a run for it. That way she would avoid having her tit branded, as you said would happen if she ran again”.

“Very well, Julie it will be first then”.

Julie was led to the heightened table and made to bend over while the butt plug and catheter were fitted. Then the strap was buckled tightly across her back, holding her firmly down on the padded top. Her ankles were fitted with ringed leather cuffs and these were tied to the bottoms of the table legs, pulling Julie’s legs tautly down and apart. Before the gag was inserted I asked her which buttock she wished to be marked and she said “The left”. The gag was inserted and secured and her wrists bound together and a rope was attached and pulled strongly to the other end of the table and secured in place. Julie was now helpless and ready for her second branding.

I said, “I think it would be nice if Julie was warmed up before her ordeal, it will take her mind off what is to come. Penny and Bella, each of you take a slipper and spank her arse cheeks while I get the brand heated up”.

The sound of slapped flesh accompanied the roar of the blow torch as the instrument of her agony to come was heated to bright redness. Soon both cheeks were aglow with the spanking as I approached Julie’s left cheek with the glowing brand. The spanking stopped and I thrust the brand against her flesh to a muffled howl of anguish from behind the gag as Julie’s body thrashed against her bonds.

She was marked as mine. I dressed her wound and the girls released her from her restraints and removed the butt plug and catheter.

I decided that Bella was to be next. When she was helpless on the table I spoke to her before she was gagged.

“I have decided to brand you on both cheeks”.

“You can’t be so cruel”, she said.

“Oh yes I can”, I said. “You are my wife and already mine so you get a brand for that and the other because you made me wear the chastity tube which caused me to have my penis removed”.

The gag was thrust in spite of her protests and the spanking began. Soon the brand was glowing and was applied to her left cheek. After her initial scream into the gag Bella sobbed quietly into the gag as she listened to the brand being prepared for her second bout of pain, which was soon in coming. She heaved against her restraints as her flesh sizzled for a second time and then slumped unconscious as I dressed both wounds and she was unbound and laid on the floor to recover, face down!

Penny made no fuss at all, stoically accepting all that happened to her as she became the wearer of my brand.

At the end of it all we ventilated the room to get rid of the smell of burnt flesh. I told them that I would keep the branding tool in case any one of them needed to be taught a lesson.

I bent over the table as my prostate was massaged to an oozing orgasm and this time Bella was made to drink my cum, albeit reluctantly, but she knew the consequences of refusal.

The routine went on for several months, me servicing the women by spanking, by dildo and orally and they taking turns to bring me off via my prostate. But there was something missing. I oozed cum when my prostate was stimulated but it didn’t feel as if I’d cum with an orgasm and it was unsatisfying,

It came to the point when I told my harem, “It feels as if I’ve got an itch I can’t scratch. I have come to the conclusion that the only way to solve this is to be completely neutered, removal of my testicles and prostate.”

“But won’t that mean you will have no sexual desire at all?” asked Julie.

“Yes, I’m afraid it will”.

“So who will service us”, said Bella.

“Well I won’t be able to,” I replied. “You’ll have to find someone else.”

“I don’t think that will be possible at our ages,” said Penny. “I think we girls should have a talk about what to do about it.”

After about half an hour the three of them trooped back into the room.

“We have decided”, Penny said, “that we are unlikely, at our ages, to find someone else so when you are neutered we are going to have our clits removed so that we will not have any sexual feelings and therefore will not be frustrated when you can no longer service us”. And so it was that another combined visit to Dr Janet was arranged.

Upon arrival Dr Janet showed us to a bedroom and provided us with surgical gowns to wear. Soon we were all four naked under the gowns and we filed into the operating theatre for our procedures.

“I think,” said Janet,” that when you women are strapped in the gynaecological chair ready for your de-cliting it would be nice if Rod could service you one last time before I remove your pleasure bud.”

I agreed. Julie went first and dropped her gown before climbing naked into the chair. Her legs were lifted into the stirrups and spread wide, exposing her hairless cunt as her arms were strapped to the sides of the chair and a gag applied. As Bella and Penny caressed and pinched her nipples and kneaded her breasts I got between her legs and applied my lips and teeth to her engorged clitoris. Soon she was moaning and writhing in ecstasy as she had her last orgasm.

As I moved away, my job done, Dr Janet moved in with the surgical clamp and scissors and soon Julie was moaning and screaming into the gag for another reason and her clitoris lay as a bloody lump of flesh in the kidney dish as Janet put a couple of stitches in to staunch the bleeding.

“No more sexual frustration for you, Julie,” said Janet.

This scene was played out twice more and soon there were three clits in the kidney dish and three clitless women in the surgery.

“Right, now it’s your turn Rod,” said the doctor.

I was quickly strapped in the chair with my legs in the stirrups.

“You won’t need to be gagged for this,” said Dr Janet. “I am going to give you injections of local anaesthetics to stop the pain and a sedative to relax you so that you can witness your nullification.”

She then injected me around my scrotum and an epidural was injected into my spine and I soon lost all sensation below my waist. Thoughtfully an angled mirror was provided so that I could watch the procedures.

First she sliced vertically into my sack between my testes. There was surprisingly little blood and soon my balls were hanging free, supported by their spermatic chords, which were then tied off with sutures. Bella, as my wife, was invited to make the final cut and as she snipped through each cord there were dull ‘plops’ as one after the other my baby makers dropped into the kidney dish. The excess skin of my scrotum was cut off and Janet sewed the remaining skin so that I would be smooth when healed.

“Now for the prostate,” said the doctor.

She had obviously injected muscle relaxants into the area around my anus because she proceeded to distend my arse hole to unbelievable proportions. She then passed a long, thin probe through the wall of my colon and into my prostate gland. She plugged the probe into a machine and switched it on. There was a buzzing sound and a smell of electrical ozone and after about two or three minutes she switched it off.

“Rod, I have just irradiated the tissue of your prostate gland, killing all of it. Over the next few weeks, it will be reabsorbed into your body. You will never have a desire for sex again and you will never suffer cancer of your prostate, because you won’t have one.”

We all thanked Dr Janet for her ministrations and the girls went home. I, however, was put to bed in the surgery and was not allowed home for two days, when I was considered to be well on the way to recovery.

When I got home we all settled into our new sexless way of life. I got on with doing ‘the manly things’, though not that one! The girls didn’t seem to miss their sex life and rather surprisingly neither did I. I found that the itch I couldn’t scratch wasn’t there any more and life was much more peaceful.

So we were all happy in our Sexless Ménage a Quattro.