GREENSLEEVES

Chapter 5

I came awake with a start, my mind racing with a jumble of images and thoughts.

My first waking memory is of realizing I was in our cabin at the lake, lying on an air mattress and sleeping bag, with a single sheet covering me.  I was not in a building where women were torturing me, as my dream told me.  A flood of memories overcame me, flashing from Glenda's naked pussy riveting my attention as I stood in the water, to the table where the three of us sat as I answered question after embarrassing question my wife and her friend asked of me.

As I thought once again of how very aroused those questions had made me, I felt my cock begin to stiffen.  That action was accompanied by a sharp pain in my groin, and I threw the sheet off my body to see what was wrong.

The sight my eyes beheld then is forever imprinted in my memory, and will be with me until my dying day.  What I saw, instead of my constant companion standing proudly from my crotch, was a ring of flesh that was flush with my abdomen, with a piece of plastic tubing emerging from it.  The tube ran off the side of the sleeping bag, ending at a small plastic pouch.

My frantic eyes darted around the cabin, looking for Ellie.  What they saw instead, though, was the table, with a glass jar sitting on its top.  Floating in that container was the thing I had expected to see attached to my groin, and it was indeed erect, as I had expected to see when I threw back the sheet. 

That sight supplied the necessary jolt to my brain to make it recall the final minutes of my last waking period.  Again and again I lived the memory of being tied to the table, then prepared by my wife and her lover.  Again and again, my mind's eye saw Glenda standing over me in her green dress, slowly turning up her sleeves before allowing me to worship her lovely hands and arms.  Again and again, I saw her circle the shaft of my cock with the scalpel, then hand it to Ellie so she could finish the job.  Again and again, I saw my severed penis being pushed up the metal tube, and then dropped into the jar that now stood on the table.

The pain in my crotch seemed to drive my memories to replay faster and faster.  As each scene flashed before my eyes, I became more filled with lust.  The ring of flesh actually erected to the point it was sticking above my abdomen by 1/4", but could not grow beyond that point.

Just then, the cabin door opened and Ellie and her friend entered.  My wife said in an excited voice, "You're awake!  We thought you were going to sleep forever.  Glennie said  sleep was the best thing for you, so I guess it's good you've been doing so much of it."

Glenda chimed in, saying, "Glad you're back with us, sleepyhead.  How are you feeling?"

I was momentarily dumbfounded by the sight they presented, and couldn't answer.  Again I saw two visions of lovliness walking toward me, both entirely in the nude.  Glenda's shaved pussy was even more lovely that it had been when I first saw it as I stood in the lake, since now she was standing over me, her legs partially spread.  Her ample breasts were more entrancing than ever before, and I longed to once again see them half-exposed through the plunging neckline of her green dress.

My wife was equally entrancing to me, and I stared at her nipples as they erected when she picked up the jar from the table, then knelt beside me, cradling the thing to her body.  Her friend knelt on the opposite side, then began to gently probe my crotch, close to the only evidence that remained to affirm that I had once been a whole man.

She looked up at Ellie, then exclaimed, "God in Heaven, sweetie!  He's actually trying to get a hardon.  What sort of pervert did you marry, anyway?"

Her laughter was immediately joined by my wife's, and when Ellie looked down at me with her love-filled smile, I knew she was pleased by what her friend had said.

As Glenda inspected my wound, I focused on that area with my full attention.  For the first time, I saw that the ring had a purplish cast, almost translucent, to it, and rather than thinking it meant there was a problem, I was struck by the thought that it was a pleasing color.  She very gently touched me there with one fingertip, then asked, "Can you feel that?  Is it painful?"

I finally found my voice, and through a very dry throat, croaked, "I can feel it.  It hurts a little, but not really bad."

Again she laughed softly, then said, "I've cut off lots of those things in the past two years, but you're the first who's tried to get a hardon twelve hours later."  Ellie again joined her in laughing, then leaned over and hugged me fervently.  She said softly, "I've always known he was pretty special.  I guess that just proves it.  I think we made the right choice for our harem slave, don't you?"

I heard Glenda say, "No doubt about it, hon.  I think we can start training him lots sooner than I'd ever expected."  As Ellie raised up and concentrated on my crotch, she asked, "When can the catheter come out?  You said the sooner he got on his feet, the better off he'd be."

The other woman replied, "Right now, as far as I'm concerned."  She looked at me, then said, "Jack, you'll feel some tugging in your crotch when I remove this tube.  It's no big deal, so try to hold still.  It'll take just a few seconds to get it out of you, and then you can move around."

She then began to very carefully pull out the tube, all the while murmuring assurances to me.  At one point she said it was a good sign that the gel hadn't stuck to the tube, since that meant the wound wouldn't be reopened.  She continued to pull, until at last the end popped free of my stump.  She put something on the tube that looked like a clothespin, then put it down on the floor while she asked if I wanted a drink of water.

Thirst was very much among my desires right then, and I nodded my head.  She stood, then walked to the pitcher pump mounted on the countertop beside the kitchen sink.  As she started pumping the handle to fill a drinking glass for me, Ellie said softly, as she caressed the jar, "Honey, I can't tell you how wonderful I think you are for wanting this.  I've known for a long time it would be the most exciting thing in the whole world to cut off your cock and put it in a jar, but I wasn't really and truly sure you felt the same way until last night.  There's just no way I can explain how hot it made me to hear you saying you wanted a penectomy, and then when you actually said you wanted me to do that to you, I was just in Heaven.  Thank you for making me feel that way.  Most of all, thank you for letting me have the best trophy any man could give a woman."

Her tone of voice told me just how serious she was then, and it was confirmed by the way she hugged the jar to her breast with one hand, while caressing it with the other.  I didn't need to see the way her eyes were misting to know that she meant every word, and that she truly believed my gift to her was the best possible thing I could have done.  I responded in an equally serious vein, saying, "You're welcome, from the bottom of my heart.  I've wanted what you did to me for as long as I can remember.  I'm the one who should be thanking you, not the other way around.  I've wanted that forever, it seems, but just couldn't bring myself to talk about it.  I still can't believe that I really said all those things last night.  They'd have been too embarrassing for me to even hint at before then, but somehow it just seemed the right thing to do when you and Glenda asked me all those questions."

Her expression lightened slightly, and she smiled faintly before replying, "I guess Glennie and I have a little confession to make, sweetie.  We both knew you'd find it virtually impossible to be honest about your fantasies and needs, so she brought something with her to help you talk to us."

Glenda had returned by then, and she knelt by my side again.  She lifted my head and held the glass to my mouth, then when she saw I was capable of holding it myself, gave it to me.  She said, "It's my experience that all men have trouble opening their souls to other people.  I guess it's just an ingrained part of their psyche, and they can't help it.  That's why I often administer something called an "anti-inhibitory" during the sessions.  All it does is allow the person to answer honestly.  It doesn't change anyone's opinions or beliefs, or make them do anything they don't want to do."

"When you made one of your trips outside last night, I put some drops of the stuff in your glass, then topped it off with more wine.  It's pretty fast acting, and within just a few minutes after you drank it, you were able to be completely honest with us.  That's why you were telling us about your strongest fantasies, and why you were able to tell us you wanted Ellie to give you a penectomy.  If you hadn't wanted it, you wouldn't have said you did.  You were just being honest, probably for the first time in your life."

I'd drained the glass by then, and nodded my head in affirmation.  After thinking about what she'd said for a few seconds, I said, "You're right.  There's no way in Hell I could have told you those things without some sort of help.  When I was actually saying those words, there was a tiny part of my brain that was trying to make me shut up.  I glad the rest of me didn't listen to it.  This needed to happen, and I'm glad it did.  I'm feeling such an overpowering sense of 'rightness' that it happened that I know it's for the best.  Thanks for helping me."

She said simply, "You're welcome."  I could see a faint misting of her eyes, and knew she was also very serious when she continued, "Ellie is my best friend in the whole world, as you know by now.  She's also the best lover anyone, man or woman, could be.  You've made her the happiest woman in the world by being honest with her, and asking her to do what you both knew needed to be done."

Still in her serious mood, Ellie placed the jar over my crotch, moving it until the thing floating within it was in the approximate position where it'd spent all its life.  She asked softly, "Would you want it back on you, if you could have it?"

I looked down my body to where she was holding the jar, and saw that my cock was positioned in the jar in such a way that what used to be the underneath of it was now facing my head.  That seemed to be the most humorous thing I'd ever seen, and I immediately broke into laughter.  As they looked at me in bewilderment, I pointed at the thing, and fought to say between my peals of laughter, "Not like that!  It's upside down!"  Again I broke down and laughed harder than I'd done for a long time.

Finally they understood what I was trying to say, and as they looked at my crotch, with their trophy positioned above the ring of flesh, but with topside and bottomside reversed, they couldn't help themselves, and joined me in laughter.  I don't know how long that laughter lasted, but I do know that it felt good, and served to lighten everybody's mood.

Glenda then shifted gears, saying, "Okay, 'nuff said.  Let's get you up on your feet now.  Don't try to do it yourself.  Let us lift you.  I don't want you straining too much for awhile.  That DermaGel is pretty strong stuff, but there's no reason to take chances with it."

They helped me sit, then placed their arms under mine and very carefully lifted me to a standing position.  After making sure I wasn't feeling unstable, they gingerly released their grip on my body, then praised me for being able to stand unassisted.

Again Glenda asked me how I felt, and after doing a quick assessment of my condition, I was able to honestly say, "I think I'll be okay.  My legs are kind of weak, but they're feeling stronger all the time."  What I left unsaid was that I was feeling more than a little sexual arousal.  Imagine, if you will, two beautiful young women standing beside me with their breasts pressing against my arms, one of them with the most entrancing pussy imaginable, and you can sympathize with my reaction.

Ellie pointed to my crotch, then asked, "Does it hurt there, honey?"

I thought about it for a couple of seconds, then answered that there was noticeable pain, but nothing I couldn't handle.  She smiled sweetly at me before saying, "Glennie said that some men feel so much pain after their penectomies they have to have more injections of the pain killer.  I told her you'd be braver than that.  She has some pills that'll help if it gets worse, though.  Be sure to tell us if you need them."

I nodded my understanding, then said, "Actually, I'm more hungry and thirsty than anything else right now?  Is there anything to eat?"

That produced another round of amusemement, and then Ellie said they had a pot of soup heating on the outdoor barbecue, and she'd go get it for me.  As she left the cabin, Glenda helped me to one of the chairs at the table, then went to the kitchen cabinet to get a bowl and spoon for me.

The jar that held their trophy had been placed on the table once again, and as I sat there, I had eyes for nothing else.  I stared and stared at what had been attached to my body only twelve hours ago, marveling at how different it looked from this perspective.  I wanted to pick up the jar and shake it to make the thing move, in some weird way thinking that would mean it was still alive.

Glenda returned to the table at that moment, bringing me out of my reverie.  She said softly, "That's quite a trophy you gave Ellie.  I knew you had to be pretty special, or she would never have married you.  Now I know just how really, really special you actually are.  The number of men who would let their wives do that to them is pretty small, you know."

"She's wanted to do that to you for a long time, and there's no way to describe how happy it makes her to look at that jar and see your cock in it.  Last night it seemed like she would wake up every hour and turn on the flashlight to make sure it was still there.  I think every time she did that, she got hot all over again.  I've never been eaten so many times in my life.  I think we easily had half a dozen orgasms as we made love."

She glanced at the door, then continued, "I wanted to tell you how very special you are to me, too.  The things you told us last night, topped off by what you asked us to do to you, are something I'll never forget.  We've been planning all the things we want to do to you as soon as you're recovered, and I know we'll all find them really exciting, too.  I guess what I'm trying to say is that I liked you before, but now I think I love you."

She lowered her eyes then, almost as if afraid I would reject her.  Instead, I placed my hand on hers and said, "Glennie, you're very special to me, too.  I can't explain it, but I know deep inside that I love you, and at the same time, I love Ellie more that I'd ever have thought possible.  I hope we can always be together."

Ellie had stepped through the door at that moment, carrying the pot of soup with arms extended so it wouldn't burn her naked body.  She had obviously heard the last thing I said, since she said, "Honey, that's something we're going to talk about tonight.  I want us to be together as much as you guys do, and I think we can work out a way to do it.  Right now, you need something to get you strong again.  Glennie and I have some things planned for you that'll require lots of strength."

They laughed pleasantly, then some of the soup was ladled into my bowl and I was given endless glasses of water to drink.  We sat in companionable silence for awhile as I ate and drank, the only other movement Ellie's arm as she stroked and caressed the jar.  Finally they began to trade small talk, and I joined in whenever possible.  The center of attention, however, remained where it had been before.  It seemed as if none of us could take our eyes off the fascinating thing sitting there on the table, and every now and then one of them would gently shake it to give motion to the trophy floating within.

As soon as I had finished eating, I was overcome with a feeling of being unclean.  I had perspired heavily the previous night as I lay on the table, overcome with my lust.  Now, the feeling of needing to bathe was all I could think of and I asked Glenda if she thought it would be okay for me to get in the lake.  She again inspected my little stub, which had subsided somewhat as I ate.  After prodding it for a couple of seconds, she pronounced the condition of the gel as being good enough to allow me to get in the water.  She did caution me, though, to avoid trying to scrub the wound, or "playing with myself," as she put it.

That brought another round of laughter from them, then Ellie said in a more serious tone, "That's another thing that's in the past now.  From now on, you are not to touch yourself in a sexual way.  When Glennie and I think you've earned the privilege of cumming, then we'll let you do it.  Okay, sweetie?"

I was taken aback by the serious tone of her words, and knew she wasn't joking.  I wanted to please both of them more than anything else in the whole world, and immediately nodded my head while replying, "I won't do anything unless you tell me it's okay."

They both smiled and nodded, signaling their pleasure with my obedience to their wishes.  They then helped me stand from the table, and we slowly and carefully made our way to the beach. 

There is one thing I remember from that walk that other men will probably find odd.  Always before, when I had walked when naked, my cock, whether erect or not, had been a swaying, bouncing presence between my legs.  That time, there was no such indication of my manhood, and it took me some time to become used to it.  I was sure there were undoubtedly many other changes that would manifest in the days and weeks to come, and looked forward to the many new experiences.

We spent only enough time in the water for us to feel clean again, since Glenda said she thought it wasn't a good idea to soak the gel for a long period of time.  We walked up onto the beach then, and lay on large towels that were arranged there.  The two of them were literally unable to take their eyes off my crotch, and I have to admit it was the center of my attention also.

After we had soaked up the sun for several minutes, I began to feel another sensation, and knew it was due to the many glasses of water I'd had with my meal.  I stood while saying, "I have to go to the bathroom.  Be right back."

Before I had taken a full step, the realization struck me that another of the changes had already manifested.  I stopped, then stood there in confusion, while the two women looked at me in obvious merriment.  At last I asked, "How will I do it now?  There's nothing to aim with."  That caused them to break into uproarious laughter, and it went on and on as I stood there with my face red.

Finally Ellie took pity on me, and stopped laughing long enough to blurt out, "We'd already talked about that little problem, honey.  Glennie thought you could just lean back and let it rip, but I thought maybe that wouldn't work so well when we got back home."  Again they broke into laughter, and as they quieted it was Glenda who said, "All men who lose their little dickies have that problem, Jack.  There's even a special thing made for them, with a fancy name, of course.  We nurses always refer to it as a 'P.A.,' which is short for 'pee aid,' I guess.  I brought one for you, since we knew you'd be needing it when we came up here to the lake."

She continued, "Why don't you guys head for the outhouse, and I'll go get the P.A. out of my briefcase and meet you there."  The two stood, and Glenda hurried to the cabin while Ellie took my elbow and escorted me to the toilet.

It seemed that my peeing would have witnesses this time, and as I thought of that happening, my sense of embarrassment grew even more.  It was surprising to me how quickly I had come to accept being nude in front of two women, but I wasn't sure the same acceptance would be there when it came time for me to respond to a call of nature.  I was hoping that Glenda would explain the use of whatever she had brought for me, and then the two of them would leave me in private.

It was immediately obvious they had other ideas, though.  As we met at the outhouse door, Ellie opened it while saying, "You'll have to do everything from the sitting position now, sweetie, just like we do.  Go ahead and sit down and Glennie will show you how to use your P.A.

I'm sure my face was bright red then, and I stammered, "Well. . ., I. . ., can't she just tell me how to use it?"  They both smiled brightly, then Glenda said, "Dear heart, we're the ones who cut off your dick and put it in a jar.  Surely we can watch you peeing, can't we?"

I had no answer to that, other than to sit down in defeat.  As Ellie stood watching, her friend knelt in front of me, and gently pushed my legs apart.  She had been holding a piece of clear plastic that had been molded into a strange shape.  As I looked at the thing, I reminded me instantly of something I'd seen when at a friend's house.

The friends had a two-year-old son, who at that time was being "potty trained," as they called it.  They had a miniature version of a chair for him to use, with a plastic pot under it, and a deflector right in front of where his crotch would be.  As I looked at the P.A., I realized he must have had the same sort or problem that was facing me.  However, his problem was inability to aim; mine was lack of an "aimer."

Glenda handed the thing to me, then instructed me how to hold it in front of my pee hole.  She cautioned me to get the angle just right so the stream would be deflected downward, and not back toward my body.  I moved the thing around until she was satisfied, then heard her say, "Okay.  Go ahead and pee."

Holding the thing there was the easy part.  Peeing was the hard part.  It had been many years since I'd urinated with a woman watching me, and I'd never before been required to do it with two naked women, both of them very sexy, watching avidly as I tried to get started.  I tried with every ounce of my concentration to release my bladder, but the only evidence of my efforts was a tiny trickle that soon subsided.

Glenda said, "I know it's difficult, Jack, but you have to learn how to do this.  We can't have you making messes in the bathroom when we get back home, can we?  I'll help you this one time, but from now on you'll have to be able to do this yourself."  She then placed her hand flat on my abdomen and began to massage it.  Just as I was thinking how good that felt, she suddenly poked her forefinger into the part that was right over my bladder.  With no warning whatsoever, my stream burst forth and splashed against the deflector.

Her sharp, "Watch what you're doing!," made me concentrate on the job at hand, and I adjusted the angle of the P.A. until the liquid was deflected downward at the correct angle.

The next problem immediately became evident as my stream decreased to a trickle.  I could feel the hot stuff running down my balls, and knew there was no way the deflector could prevent that from happening.  Glenda was obviously prepared for that to happen, for she said, "You don't have anything to shake now, so the last few drops will run down your nuts.  You'll have to do what women do."

She then took the thing from my hand and instructed me to tear off a piece of toilet tissue about a foot long.  She told me to wad it into a loose ball, and then use that to dry myself.  I followed her instructions, and was soon satisfied that I was again reasonably clean.

We always kept the rolls of toilet tissue on a small shelf beside the bench where we sat, and as I looked there, I saw there was only one unopened roll remaining.  The one I'd used was less than half full, and I knew that wouldn't last long with three people at the cabin.

I said to Ellie, "Did you pack more toilet tissue?"

She and her friend smiled together, then she replied, "No, hon.  That's all there is.  It won't last long, will it?"

I knew we had planned to stay at the cabin for a week, and that this was a problem.  I asked, "Do you want me to drive back home and get some more?"  I'd done that on other occasions, when something important had been forgotten, and knew I could do it again if necessary.

She said, "We'll save what there is for your use.  Glennie and I won't need it."

I looked at her, unable to understand how the two women could get by with no tissue for another five or six days.  At last I asked, "How will you get by, sweetie?  It's no trouble for me to drive back home and get more."

She said, with humor in her voice, "Don't bother, honey.  We've been planning for this for a long time, and this particular problem is already taken care of."

I still didn't understand what she meant, and asked, "How will you take care of it?"

Her only answer was to slowly trace my lips with one finger, while saying, "Actually, you'll take care of it for us."

It's hard to describe my state of mind as understanding swept over me.  It was clear now just how the lack of toilet tissue would be solved, and as I thought of me providing that type of service to these two beautiful women, the stories I'd read and masturbated to flashed through my brain. 

My most noticeable reaction was a wince of pain that crossed my face as my body tried to force my penis to erect.  The stretching that produced in the wound caused pain to shoot into my abdomen, and rather than that pain canceling the attempt, it seemed to reinforce it.  The three of us stared in rapt fascination as the little stump tried to stand up, and in just a few seconds excitement won out over pain.  I gave myself over to the increasing feeling of arousal, and welcomed its metamorphosis to lust.

Glenda said softly, "I think he likes your idea, sweetheart."  Ellie nodded her head, then said to me, "Honey, get off there now.  It's my turn."

As soon as I stood, she took my place, holding her legs widespread.  I simply can't explain the rush of lust that threatened to overwhelm me then, or how it seemed to double as Glenda placed both hands on my shoulders and pressed downward.  I knew she wanted me to kneel in front of my wife, and seemingly had no control over my knees as they bent to assume that position.

Almost before I was on my knees, Glenda began pushing my head toward Ellie's crotch, stopping only when my nose was buried in her pubic hair.  I heard her telling my wife, "Okay, sweetheart.  Do your thing."

To be continued. . .