THE BLOCK PARTY

Chapter 2

With no further words, Sally turned to her semi-awake husband.  She unbuckled his belt and then unfastened his jeans.  It was completely silent in the room, other than the heavy breathing of everyone aware enough to know what was happening.  Maryann was sitting on the other side of Ryan, and Sally said to her, "Help me slide them down.  He can't do anything to help me."

Maryann's hands moved in slow motion as they reached for the waistband of his pants.  At last she joined Sally's efforts in tugging the jeans down, and in a few seconds the things were around his ankles.  Sally then pulled down her husband's undershorts, revealing his cock and balls to the avid stares of every woman in the room.  His penis was shrunken and his balls were loose, probably as a result of his near-comatose state.

The activity had brought Ryan to a semi-awake state, and his eyes were partially open.  He had eyes only for his beautiful wife, and he looked questioningly at her.  She said softly to him, "Honey, I'm going to castrate you now.  I know we were going to wait until we got back home, but my friends want to see how I do it.  I think it'll be more fun this way, don't you?"

She then turned to the rest of us, and said only, "Watch this."

Sally extended her arms in front of her husband and very slowly and sensuously began to unbutton the long sleeves of her blouse.  Just as slowly, she rolled the cuff one turn after another until her arm was bare past her elbow.  She held her bare arm to Ryan's lips, and he kissed it passionately.

I had been moving my gaze from what she was doing and then down to his penis, and could see an immediate reaction there.  Before her first sleeve had reached her elbow, his cock began to stiffen.  I found the process fascinating to watch.  I'd seen Tom's penis on hundreds of occasions, both flaccid and erect.  Never before, though, had I seen one of the things in the process of erecting.  It was fascinating to me how the wrinkles slowly smoothed, and how it gradually grew in length.  It became semi-erect, looking for all the world like a curved banana, and then finally was standing proudly from his crotch.

As she began to roll the second sleeve up her arm, he moaned audibly, and his tongue licked his lips.  It was obvious that he found her actions very erotic, and was becoming aroused even though no one was touching his penis.  Again and again, she rolled the cuff, until it was also above her elbow.  By the time she was finished, Ryan's cock was bobbing back and forth, and the drop of pre-cum on its tip was glistening in the overhead lights.

Sally pulled one of his knees toward her, then held it in place by throwing a leg over it.  She asked Maryann to hold his other knee spread, and then began to squeeze and pull on her husband's scrotum.  In a short time, it was loose and could be stretched several inches from his crotch.

In complete silence, she leaned down and picked up the elastrator from the table.  She reached in Ryan's shirt pocket and removed the packet of bands, then shook one out and began placing it on the metal posts.  She stretched it a few times to make sure there were no defects, and then compressed the handles to open the band as far as possible.

To the sound of our heavy breathing, she guided his sac through the ring of rubber, then reached around to the other side and pulled his balls completely through it.  She slowly released the pressure on the handles, and every eye watched in fascination as the band shrank in diameter.  When at last the four posts were in contact with his skin, she pushed the band off them.  Her gasp told us she'd been holding her breath for a long time, and as her breathing steadied she replaced the elastrator on the table.  At last she said, "Now he's a steer."

No one said anything as I looked around the circle of staring eyes.  Nearly every mouth was partially open, and every set of breasts was heaving.  My pussy was feeling very warm right then, and I'm sure the same could be said of every other woman sitting around me.  Finally Sophie broke the silence, saying in a hoarse whisper, "God in heaven, that's the most exciting thing I've ever seen!  I wish I could see it again."

Maryann had been staring in rapt fascination at Ryan's balls, watching them turn from pink to red, and then begin to purple slightly.  She seemed to come awake then, and looked at Sophie.  In a voice equally as husky as the other woman's, she said, "You can."

She then released her grip on Ryan's knee and stood from the couch.  Jack was still lying in a drunken stupor on the floor, and she knelt beside him.  With no hesitation, she began to unfasten his trousers, stopping only to ask Sally to help her.  Soon the two of them had his pants around his ankles, followed in short order by his underwear.

Sally placed another band on the elastrator and handed it to Maryann.  They opened his knees as they'd done with Ryan, but in contrast to that operation, Jack's penis was ignored completely.  His wife simply spread the jaws to their maximum and guided her husband's scrotum through the ring.  She readjusted the location at Sally's direction, then relaxed her grip and pushed the band off the posts.  She said in an emotion-filled whisper, "Maybe you'll stay home now, you bastard!"

Jack made no sound or reaction whatsoever as he was banded, which made the whole thing much less exciting than when the same thing had been done to Ryan.  It was almost as if Jack's neutering had been a necessary clinical procedure, but when Sally did it to her husband, it had been a sexual, very erotic thing.  I very much preferred the first, and I'm sure the rest of the women would agree with me.

Sophie was the first to break the silence that had settled over us as we watched the two sets of testicles begin to slowly darken.  Ryan's cock was still dancing as he looked down at his imprisoned balls, knowing they were slowly dying.  He made no move to remove the band, but seemed not only resigned, but actually very much in favor of what his wife had done to him.  Don, Sophie's husband, had been seated beside her during the entire episode, and she turned to him and said in her emotion-changed voice, "You're next!  Get your pants down!"

He wasn't as drunk as the other men, probably because he was overweight by several pounds.  His expression made it very apparent that he knew what his wife intended to do to him, and he was frightened.  He started to beg her to not do it, but she cut him off by sharply saying, "Shut up!  Either get your pants down right now, or don't ever come back to my house."  That last was said with a deadly seriousness, and the shock and hurt on his face was evident for all to see.  With slow-moving, trembling hands, he unfastened his trousers, then lifted his butt off the couch and slid them down to his ankles.

Sophie said nothing, but merely stared at his undershorts.  With a completely defeated expression on his face, he stuck his thumbs in the waistband and slid them down to join his pants.  He quickly put his hands protectively over his crotch, trying to hide his genitals from the eyes of the eleven women who were avidly staring at him.

She said in a menacing tone, "Since you tried to hide your pitiful little things from my friends, you're now going to have to show them off for us.  Now stand up and take off every stitch of clothes you have on.  I want you completely naked, now!"

The poor man was defeated by then, and did nothing other than reach down and pull off his trousers and shorts.  He untied his shoes and removed them, followed shortly by his socks.  He stood then, and quickly unbuttoned his shirt and took it off also.  Soon we were looking at his nude body, and as he turned at his wife's instructions, his tiny little penis.

It's no exaggeration to call it tiny, for that's exactly what it was.  I realized with a start that the thing was erect, and even so was no bigger than my thumb.  I felt an immediate surge of sympathy for Sophie, and couldn't repress the thought that it was no wonder she sought out other men for sexual satisfaction.  Surely it would be almost impossible for her to get any stimulation from Don's cock.

As he turned to display himself to us, Sophie ridiculed him even further, saying, "Now you know why I need other men.  I just can't help it.  I need real cocks in my pussy, and as you can see, his doesn't qualify.  I'm sure you can see he's not a real man, and when I band him, it won't be any great loss."

I heard several agreeing murmurs from the other women, and don't doubt that one of them was mine.  His equipment was truly pitiful, and I had to agree that it would be no loss whatsoever if Sophie removed everything there.

She continued belittling him, saying, "When I have other men in my bed, he hides in the closet.  He likes to watch us through the louvers in the door, and listen to real men making love to his wife.  His favorite part of all is after they leave, and I let him come out."  She then looked directly at his face before saying, "Tell my friends what you do after my lovers have gone."

He was completely defeated at that point, and with no hesitation said quietly, "I lick and suck you to clean up the mess they've made."

She said softly, "That's right.  You like to take care of the messes other men have made in your wife's pussy, don't you?  It definitely won't be any great loss for you to lose your tiny little nuts.  Isn't that right?"

In complete defeat, he nodded, then replied, "That's right."

Sophie then held out her hand toward Sally, who quickly placed another rubber band on the elastrator before giving the tool to her friend.  Sophie had been tugging on her husband's sac for awhile by then, and the little thing was hanging as loose as possible.  As Don whimpered in fear and anticipation, she very slowly fed his balls through the stretched ring, and then released the handles.  The band was soon pushed off the metal posts, and resumed its former size as it tightly constricted his flesh.  Another set of balls had met its fate, and would soon join the other two sets in purpling toward its doom.

She handed the banding tool back to Sally, who said brightly, "Okay.  Who's next?  Lots of bands still in the sack, girls.  Any takers?"

Maryann said softly, "I vote that every man in this room who has committed adultery should be banded.  What about it?  Does anybody else like that idea?"

That I was just as drunk as the rest of them was pretty obvious then.  As Maryann's right hand raised to signify her vote, mine went up along with everybody else's.  It was unanimous, and the only justification I had for joining in, other than drinking too much wine, was that I was sure Tom had been entirely faithful to me.

Maryann slowly and carefully counted the upraised hands, making a point of noting that all eleven of us had voted in favor of her resolution.  She then turned to me and said softly, "Kate, I think you should do Tom next."

To say I was dumbfounded would have been an understatement.  I stuttered and stammered in confusion, unable to come to terms with her implication that my husband was an adulterer.  Seeing that I wasn't able to speak, she continued, saying, "Do you remember when I bought the replacement kitchen faucet from you guys last winter?"  At my nod, she went on, "Well, Tom brought it to the house to install it that evening.  As luck would have it, that was the same day Sophie told me about Jack screwing her behind my back, and I was pretty upset when Tom showed up."

"He tried to comfort me, and I guess one thing just led to another.  Before either of us knew what was happening, he was undressing me.  The next thing I knew, I was on the floor on my back, and his head was between my legs.  It felt so damned good that I couldn't think of anything else, and I just spread my legs and let him do it until I climaxed.  Then I tore off his clothes and pulled him into my pussy as far as he could go.  God, that man can fuck!  I'm sure he had at least two orgasms, and I had three that I know of.  It was the best screwing I've ever had."

As she sat there recalling that night, with a dreamy look on her face, I looked at my husband sprawled in a nearby recliner, sound asleep.  He hadn't eaten me in years, even though he knew I loved that.  When we had sex, it was nothing but a quick in-and-out, and I rarely climaxed once, let alone three times.  I was almost overcome with fury, and my hate for him knew no limits right then.

With no memory of how it happened, I found myself kneeling in front of Tom, my hands unfastening his trousers.  Maryann was there to help me, and we soon had his pants around his ankles, followed in short order by his undershorts.

We spread his knees as wide as possible, and I began to viciously squeeze and pull his sac.  His groan, but nothing more, told me he was very drunk, and would offer no resistance.  I looked up to see Sally holding out the bander, and quickly took it from her.  With one quick motion, I squeezed the handles together, fed his scrotum through the stretched ring of rubber, and then banded him.  The surge of satisfaction, and more than a little bit of sexual excitement, that ran through my body then was testimony to my mental state.  Had I not been drunk, or nearly so, and had I not been so aroused by watching the other three bandings, I would never have done that to Tom, even knowing he had cheated on me.

Sally took the tool from me and installed another band on it.  Again she held it high, saying, "Next!  Come on ladies.  Still seven unbanded men in the room.  Who's next in line?"

Kathy, from next door to us, asked softly, "Is Ed screwing around on me?  Has he been making love to any of you behind my back?  If he has, then he's next."

Debbie, from the first house on the right, held up her hand timidly.  After clearing her throat a couple of times, she said hesitantly, "Do you remember the block party we had at our house last year?  Ed and I had sex in our bedroom while the rest of you were playing volleyball in our back yard.  We've done it several time since then, too."

Kathy face darkened, and her only answer was to unbuckle her husband's belt as he sat sound asleep beside her.  Soon his pants and shorts were also on the floor, and she silently held her hand out to Sally.  In less time than it takes to tell about it, Ed joined the ranks of the soon-to-be neutered men in the room.

By that time, there was no stopping what had to happen.  Before another hour had passed, every man in the room had been accused, tried, and convicted of adultery.  God help me, but I even said that Jon, Pam's husband, had screwed me multiple times.  I have no idea why I said that, other than once again to plead drunkenness.  Actually, I had never in my life had sex with any man other than Tom, but when no one else claimed to have screwed around with Jon, then I couldn't stop myself from falsely accusing him.  It just happened, and at the time seemed entirely right.  Whatever the reason, my accusation led to Pam undressing, then banding, her unconscious husband.  I'm sorry it happened, but still I know deep inside that I found it very arousing to watch a man being neutered on my say so.  The feeling of power that gave me was exciting in a very sexual way.
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At some point in time, our guests must have returned to their homes, although I have no memory of that happening.  My next clear memory was of awakening the next morning to the sound of a nearby siren.  My first thought was that our house was on fire, and that was the reason for the sirens.

As I snapped awake, I looked at Tom still asleep in the recliner.  His pants were still down around his ankles, and his legs still partially spread.  With a horrified recollection, I rushed to his side and stared at his crotch. 

The band was still in place, and that it had done its gruesome work was shown by the completely black color of his sac.  I ran screaming from the room, rushing upstairs to use the telephone to call for help, even though I was sure my husband's balls were beyond any sort of rescue.

I was momentarily confused to see two ambulances parked in the street, their red lights flashing in the sunlight.  I saw two of my friends run from their houses, gesturing to the EMTs in the ambulances.  As I watched, the paramedics ran into the two houses, quickly pursued by my friends from other houses, who had undoubtedly awakened to the same grisly scene as I had.

Of course I also ran from our house, trying to get help for Tom.  In the end, though, there was no helping him, just as there was no helping any of the other ten men on our block.  To a man, every one of them lost their balls that day, as they were surgically removed in the hospital.

The police were involved, of course.  They interviewed the eleven of us over and over, but after many agonizing days, the District Attorney made the decision to not file any sort of charges.  None of our husbands would testify against us, and the law wouldn't allow forcing them to do so.

We didn't get off scot-free, though.  The rumors soon spread through our small town, and it was almost more than we could do to show our faces in public.  Two of our friends have even moved away.  As you can imagine, we no longer have much contact with each other, and we certainly don't have any more block parties.

The End