How the Glory Hole couple got started

If you have read our first two installments of us, The Glory Hole Couple, a few of you have written asking how we got started. For Part 3, I am turning the story over to my castrated, emasculated, cuckold hubby to tell. I have instructed him to tell the entire humiliating story of how we met, how I dominated him, cuckolded him, castrated him, and how he willingly became the cock-sucking cuckold eunuch he is today…and how he loves it. He knows that if he is not entirely honest and fails to tell the excruciatingly humiliating details, that he will suffer for it, so I will edit his story for clarity and truthfulness. I dearly love him, in a platonic sort of way and as a kinky companion, but he is mostly useless to me sexually, except that I enjoy his tongue from time to time, and I get off on watching him play the slut as he sucks men’s’ cocks and lets them fuck him. He will also describe how we embarked on our life of going around the country finding glory holes, and taking our separate pleasures with random and anonymous men that we find. I give you (drum roll, please) my adorable, lovable cuck hubby:

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For security purposes, I cannot give our real names…we have to act anonymously, and even first names would be a risk here, so I will simply call my wife “Her” or “Goddess.” When I first met Goddess, we were college students at one of the prestigious Ivy League colleges. I was sent there by my wealthy and powerful family to get an education so I could become the 4th generation to head our successful family business empire. You would know the name, I assure you, and it’s almost a household word, but… Needless to say, I born into and have led a life of privilege.

In my second year of college Goddess and I met at a party my fraternity had. She was, and is, a gorgeous creature…tall and blonde, Nordic features, regal bearing, penetrating blue eyes, and a body that make men moan when She walks by. But despite being the center of attention at the party, she seemed to have eyes only for me. I only later found out that she had targeted me and was “stalking” me throughout our first two years of college, and that this party had been one of her tactical ploys to get close to me.

She revealed this to me many months later, one night when I was tied and bound, with one man’s hard cock buried deep in my ass and another one deep down my throat, I was moaning in pain and pleasure, and She was smiling and watching from the sidelines, enjoying the moment…She revealed the entire strategy to me…but by then I was Hers body and soul and She knew it. But for our first few months of dating, I knew none of this. She deftly introduced me to sex with Her, then to Her kinky side, and eventually to group sex, then to bisexuality, and eventually to sex with guys of her choosing in bondage scenarios. She told me that she had known all along that I was either bisexual or a latent homosexual, as she had investigated my family, my childhood, the many private schools I had gone to and one that I had been “asked to leave” because of some adolescent sexual experimentation with my roommate that had come to the attention of the school authorities. My family’s wealth and position had kept it covered up, but I was placed in another private school quickly where, under strict orders from my father, behaved until graduation.

So She knew all of this, and stalked me, seduced me into Her world, and eventually we married. She understood my sexual interests and even approved of them…wonderful! At first She would invite a series of her girlfriends into our bed, then a series of college guys. She encouraged me to do whatever I liked and eventually brought out my latent and hidden bisexuality, whispering nasty things into my ear while I sucked cocks and had their cum shoot into my mouth, or letting me eat her pussy while a man fucked my ass…and even deep kissing me and talking dirty to me while three or four guys took turns gang raping me. Oh it was delicious!!

At first my father did not approve of our marriage and called a hasty meeting with me. Goddess insisted on being there, and prepared me for what was going to happen at the meeting. When father told us that he could arrange to have our marriage annulled and that I should marry someone with more social standing, and that I was being groomed to take over the family business, Goddess interrupted him (unheard of back then) and told him three things:

First, that I was a moral degenerate and a weakling and could never run the company effectively. To prove Her point, She showed my father videotapes that She had secretly made of us and our sexual trysts with a succession of men, women, and groups, some of whom were possibly not of legal age…and She did not hesitate to point that out to him. My humiliation and embarrassment was complete, but She then made Her second point: that She knew that my own sister, Goddess’s sorority sister, was a “better man” than I was, smarter in business ways, and would make a better head of the company than I would, and that father should focus his plans on her taking over the family business. And finally Her point three: to avoid scandal, which She was prepared to visit on the family via the media if She had to, father would establish a VERY generous trust fund for us, which She would control, and we would slip into obscurity and not bother the family again.

Father saw the sense of it….he always was a good chess player and tactician, and a great businessman, so it did not take him too long to agree. He only added that, for mother’s sake, he would say nothing of all this and explain it as best he could, and that we were to show up for family functions, Christmas, and birthdays, and that we were always to be on good behavior and act “normal” around the family. We all agreed, and father and Goddess, agreed on a very handsome sum of money for the trust fund held by a bank which my father controls. I’ll just say that it is in the billions of dollars range, and living off the interest provides as much comfort as I grew up with and came to expect, and more comfort than my Goddess Wife had ever experienced. In time, such bounty would come to feed Her most jaded desires, and mine too…but that will be shown later. Fortunately for me, part of the settlement provided that if I were to die, the bulk of the estate would return to the family and She would be left with only a subsistence fund. It turns out that my father insisted on that proviso, so it is in Her best interest to ensure that I stay alive and well for a long time.

Goddess and I slipped out of college life (a relief) and started touring the world in search of jaded pleasures. Our yacht and private jet took us to the flesh capitals of the world…Bangkok, Paris, Berlin, St. Petersburg, St. Croix, the Costa del Sol, Aspen, San Francisco, New Orlean, Miami, New York…anywhere there was a party, or beautiful people, or jaded people, or an orgy, we were there. Money buys freedom and security to do things average people can’t do. It also buys the presence and compliance of people who want to share in the wealth and glamour, people willing to do anything…. ANYTHING.

I recall that in India and Sao Paulo, Brazil, and in Thailand, we had parties that included eunuchs and transsexuals, and Goddess took note that I particularly enjoyed being with transsexuals (they called them Ladyboys in Thailand) who had tiny little tits from hormone injections and who were castrated but still had their tiny little uncircumcised cocks intact. I enjoyed sucking and fucking them, and She took particular note of that…although I didn’t know how closely She noted it. It would come back later to become part of who I am today.

Goddess continued to work on my sexual orientation, and for awhile it was Her pleasure to take me to gangbangs where we would find the woman that had had the most partners, and then I would be spreadeagled on the floor between her legs and “forced” to eat out the messy hot creampie while Goddess invited men to fuck my ass. I got to the point that when those men were fucking me, eventually one would hit my prostate and with my cock rubbing on the carpet or bedsheets or on another body, and my mouth and tongue pulled deep into a hot cum-filled pussy, and my Goddess Wife calling me nasty names in my ear, I would erupt in orgasm and pleasure. Oh She knew me alright…She knew what a slut I was and it pleased Her to have control over me.

Let me hasten to add here that I was not an unwilling participant in this. I was not being forced against my will at all…I knew exactly, although maybe subconsciously, where this would ultimately lead, but I welcomed and embraced this life. I was quite willing – even eager – for Goddess to have total control over me, over my sexuality, over my money (now Her money), over my very life. I trusted Her then, as I do today. I knew from a young age that I did not have “normal” sexual desires, and it only took Goddess to nurture them for me.

As for Her, she also enjoyed these orgies and our world travel in pursuit of pleasure. She mostly enjoyed girls…girls of all ages and types, but mostly girls around 20, slender, and with an innocent look. She also enjoyed fucking other men and forcing me to watch…sometimes She “forced” me to suck men hard and then guide their cocks into Her pussy, and this eventually led to me licking their cocks and balls as they plunged in and out of Her pussy. And of course, for my final humiliation, She would sit on my face after fucking two or three studs and force me to clean out Her creampie and swallow the results. I began to like that…and She knew it. She also made me lick the cocks clean and suck off the cum and pussy juices after they finished with Her. I began to enjoy the sensation of taking a cock out after it had erupted in Her pussy, feeling it beginning to go limp in my mouth, and sucking the remaining cum from them. I was pleased to be Her “towel boy” doing the job that a towel would do, but with my mouth.

I thought my humiliation was complete at this point, but She still had other ideas that would take me even deeper into subservience and humiliation. But I did not know that at the time, for now I was completely satisfied to be Her creampie pussy boy and to satisfy Her voyeuristic fetish of watching me suck cocks and to be raped by them.

It was during this time that I reached (or so I thought) the lowest point of my life with Her. In our New York townhouse one evening, She invited a porn star and some of his fellow actors, males and females, and they brought along their video equipment. She had seen a few of their DVDs and was amazed at the size of one black actor’s cock, a man with the stage name of Big Guy. It was HUGE!...and THICK! Actresses in the porn videos were often seen gagging on his cock and their mouths were stretched beyond their normal limits…his cock seemed to pull their pussies almost inside out and there was no “acting” about it when they grunted and screamed and begged to stop. Rumor had it in the porn world that one woman had died as a result of him ass-fucking her, and that other women had been disabled for awhile after appearing with him in a film. And here he was at our party that She had arranged. And not only him, but several other black men known in the industry and white females too.

My Wife started the evening by offering drinks and herbal smokes around, plus sniffing some white powders…it wasn’t long after that that the clothes came off. Goddess asked for a “demonstration” by the Big Guy on one of the smaller white females. She was about 5’2” and could not have weighed over 100 pounds. I was told to lick the woman’s pussy until she was wet and ready…which I did. She was no virgin, but she did have a small pussy. I was then directed to suck on Big Guy’s cock, which I did…he just laughed and smoked his joint as I took his soft cock (which was huge even when soft) into my mouth.

My Wife whispered into my ear, “I love seeing your nasty white mouth sucking that big black cock, my little cocksucker…suck it good!” As I sucked on Big Guy, his cock got larger and larger until I was gagging on it. …it must have been 8 inches around and I was finding it hard to breathe, and my mouth was stretched to the point that it hurt and I thought the corners of my mouth would split. Big Guy said, “Damn! If this white boi doan have a sof mouf…think I leave it here awhile…suck it, white boi!” The others thought this was funny and had a good laugh at my expense. He said, “white boi, you wann me to fuck you in de ass wif dis cock o’ mine?” Without stopping my sucking, I gave him and Wife a terrified look and shook my head, knowing that such a cock could do serious damage to my anus. That look really set the group off howling, and my Wife rescued me, saying, “It’s OK, sweetie, just take that large cock and guide it into this little white pussy you’ve prepared for him.”

Relieved, I did as I was told, and guided Big Guy’s immense cock, now about 11 inches long and about 8 inches around, into the small white girl’s pussy. She began screaming almost immediately as the head popped into her pussy, but my Wife bent over and kissed her, and said to her, “Will you eat me out, you pretty thing?” The woman, not able to speak for her gasping, nodded “yes” and my Wife straddled her mouth and started rocking back and forth. Meanwhile Big Guy kept pushing deeper and deeper into the white woman, causing her to scream even more, but her screams were muffled by Goddess’s pussy on her mouth. Others held her arms and legs down while Big Guy continued plunging in and out of her, going deeper and deeper with each thrust.

Wifey told me she wanted to see me licking Big Guy’s cock as it came out of the woman, so Big Guy pulled out a little, showing a few inches of black shaft, and I knelt over and licked his cock and leaving pools of spittle on it…I could taste the woman’s pussy juices on the cock and liked it. Then Big Guy pushed me away and thrust violently into the woman, causing her body to spasm and then go limp. She passed out just as Big Guy erupted into her pussy and my Goddess Wife orgasmed on her mouth. As usual, I was directed first to clean off Big Guy’s cock with my mouth. It took quite a while for his cock to go limp, as big as it was, and I almost gagged on the amount of cum and pussy juice that covered it in a slimy sheen, but I did my task as ordered by Her, my Wife. When I was finished, Big Guy went back to the couch and another joint…and I was ordered to clean out the small white chick…her pussy was a gaping hole about 3 inches wide, oozing cum and a small spot or two of blood...he'd managed to split her pussy, and I knew she would be sore for weeks and might need medical attention. I went down on her and one of the girls said, “eeuuuuwwww, man! That’s gross!” I continued licking her pussy and was still doing so, going deep into her with my tongue, as she regained consciousness and came to.

She looked down at me and then her head fell back on the carpet, she was too weak to object or even move. She said, “My god, what happened to me?” My wife cupped her head on Her breast and said, “Sweetie, you’ve just been fucked by the world’s largest cock, how do you feel?”

The woman said breathlessly, “Like I’ve been fucked by the world’s largest cock!” Everyone laughed. My Wife told her, “Stay still, honey, my hubby is cleaning you up, so just rest awhile.” She smiled and nodded, and my Wife kissed her, long and deep.

For the next hour or so I was put on all fours and required to suck one black cock after another, some very large, some more average, but still quite a challenge…and also let them take turns fucking me. Those guys were insatiable, able to come erect and fuck time after time. Wife enjoyed watching me squirm and squeal as each one plunged into my ass while another stuck his cock in my mouth. At one point I was ordered to suck Big Guy off again, and if I didn’t satisfy him orally, he would fuck my ass. GOD!! Not wanting that, I sucked him expertly, licking the head and the shaft just like I’d seen girls do and then take the huge cock as deep in my throat as I could. I just kept gagging and gagging, but I was determined to make him cum with my mouth and not risk injury to my anus like the poor white girl he'd just fucked and injured earlier. Finally Big Guy did ejaculate in my mouth, and his cum hit the back of my throat like a shotgun going off….and he held my nose, forcing me to swallow his load.

In a little while, around 2pm I think, Wife announced that the party had come to a climactic point. This was to be the momentous event of the evening. I had no idea what She was talking about, but as usual, I simply went with the flow, knowing that She was ultimately in charge, that I was Her complete slave, and that I would be safe because of the money situation…so I just thought, “Whatever.”

She got Her cell phone and made a call…”Bring him in, darling,” and hung up. Soon I heard the front door open and close, and then one of my Wife’s long-time girlfriends, one of her many lovers, came in, dragging a man in shabby clothing and with a black cloth bag over his head and in wrist and ankle chains. He appeared to be one of New York’s many street people, and I could smell his body odor, he had not showered recently. Wife told Her friend to get naked, which she quickly did. And then they ordered me to begin removing the man’s clothing. I got his trousers down to his ankles but the chains prevented me from removing them, and I managed to get his shirt open but not off. So there he stood, clothes pulled back to reveal a skinny body and his hairy crotch and cock. His breathing was rapid and panicky, and the black bag blew in and out as he breathed, not knowing what to expect.

Wife said to him, “Calm down, honey, you’ve been promised some money and you’ll get it, and you’ll be OK, so just calm down. She motioned to the black guys on the couch, and they came over and took his arms and legs motionless. Wife took a KleanWipe from a dispenser, handed it to me, and told me to clean off the man’s cock…which I did, and used another one just to make sure he was clean…I knew what was coming next. She ordered me to begin sucking the man’s cock, and it immediately became rigid in my mouth.

She asked the man, “How long has it been since you’ve had real sex?” His answer, muffled by the black bag, was, “Several years, ma’am.”

”Are you enjoying the sucking you’re getting?” And he said, “OH yes, Ma’am, I am.”

”Good,” said my Wife, “just enjoy it for awhile.” I kept sucking him while my Wife stroked my hard cock with her hand and lotion, and then another of the black porn stars came up behind me and slid his cock into my ass…and the three of us came about the same time, the man in my mouth, the black man in my ass, and me onto the floor. The black man pulled out of me and I could feel his cum trickle down my leg…and my Wife held a wastebasket for me to spit the man’s cum into, She wouldn’t have me swallowing this load, and allowed me to rinse out my mouth with some white wine.

“Like that?” She asked me. “Yes, darling, I did, thank you.”

“Don’t mention it, it was adorable watching you get fucked like that with a black cock and sucking off another one. You’re quite the little slut, aren’t you dear?”

”Yes darling, I am…I am your slut slave boy.” All the black guys and the white females thought this was a hoot and laughed about it.

Wife said, “But we’re not through, are we darling?”

I said, “I don’t know what you mean, dear Wife.”

"I know you like playing with eunuchs and you secretly want to be one yourself, to become closer to your inner female. We’re going to make two eunuchs tonight…you (at this my eyes got wide), and this, uh “man” here.”

The man on hearing this started to struggle, but the black guys held him tight. Wife said to him, “Oh settle down, you won’t miss your balls much…and you’ll be paid for them. Where do you live?” She asked him.

“Uh, in an alley off Times Square, I have my own place.”

Well, by your own admission you don’t have much sex…so in exchange for your balls I’ll give you enough money to stay in booze or drugs or whatever you like to do for quite awhile. Deal or no deal?”

He thought a moment and said, “Will it be painful?”

She laughed and said, “Oh a little, I imagine, but watching the initial pain is part of my enjoyment of the procedure…afterward, my girl friend here is a doctor, and she’ll shoot you up with enough antibiotics and painkillers and give you plenty more that you’ll stay high for weeks…long after the pain is gone. Plus you get money to buy booze and drugs... So deal…or no deal?”

Sensing that he was in an untenable position with little to bargain with except his balls, he said, “OK, do it.” The girlfriend reached into her black bag and produced some surgical tape, ripped off a length of it and handed it to me. She said, “I’m not going to touch this, uh, person, but you, tape his cock to his tummy pointing upward.”

I said to my Wife, “Uh dear, I’m not sure if I am ready to become a eunuch just yet, may I please think about it?” Wife said, help us emasculate this man and we’ll discuss it, dear.” I thought I might have a reprieve, but a part of me thrilled at the idea of becoming a eunuch for my Wife.

I took the man’s cock in one hand and with the other taped his cock to his own stomach, leaving his balls hanging down. At the woman’s instruction, I took hold of the man’s balls and gently tugged them downward until they stood away from his crotch. The woman doctor produced a length of surgical tubing from her black bag, looped it around the scrotum above the testicles and below the man’s cock, and pulled a tight knot in it, causing the man to grunt.

The folks who were watching all this, the black guys and the white women, were rapt and mesmerized at what they were about to witness. Someone started the video equipment on a tripod to get it on tape. The woman doctor then pulled out a jar of clear liquid and unscrewed the lid, and a sharp odor filled the room. “Formaldehyde” she said, and we knew it was to preserve the testicles that were about to be removed. Then she pulled a small black pen-sized case from her bag, opened it and withdrew a scalpel. She dipped it in alcohol and shook it dry…and then handed it to ME!! I recoiled from it, I had assumed that SHE would be doing the cutting. I said, “No, I really can’t do this.”

Wife looked at me and said, “Oh yes you will, sweetheart…in fact, I demand that you do. Consider it part of your training for our future adventures.”

I was now breathing as rapidly as the man in the black bag, but reached out my shaking hand and took the scalpel by its handle. One of the black guys said, “Shit, he shakin’ so much, he gonna cut off de guy’s dick if he not careful.”

The man now began squirming trying to get free, but the other black men held him tight. One of the guys on the couch said, “Hey, let me make it easier for him” and he got on his knees behind me, got himself hard, and slid his cock into my sore asshole…and it DID seem to calm me down a bit. Slowly he slid his cock in and out of my ass and my breathing became more regular and deep…my Wife slipped on a latex glove from the black bag, reached out and took the man’s balls and held them down, and said, “Do it for me, lover.”

I reached out the scalpel, placed it to the right side of the man’s stretched scrotum just below the tied off tubing, and began to slice right to left. He stiffened and started to scream, but one of the black men put his hand over his mouth and muffled the noise. I continued to push the scalpel through the bundled half-inch or so of flesh, and then I was through, the scalpel now to the left of his crotch covered with blood, and the pair of testicles dropped into my Wife’s latex gloved hand.

The man whimpered and bucked a little, but the doctor quickly acted to shoot him with a painkiller, and began sewing up the stump of his ball sac. Then she shot him with antibiotics and covered the cut with gauze and tape. My Wife merely held the pair of balls in her hand and, with an amused look, hefted them. “They weigh so little, don’t they?” She said to the doctor lady. The woman said, “Yes, they really aren’t all that much, to cause as much trouble as they do.” And they both laughed over that.

The doctor held the jar of formaldehyde out, and my Wife let the testicles gently drop into the liquid and they sank to the bottom and they sealed the lid. I thought I was going to be sick but my Wife held my head and said, “Nicely done, sweetie, you’ve pleased me very much.”

She took about ten thousand dollars cash from Her purse and put it in the man’s trouser pockets, saying, “There, that’ll keep you in booze and drugs for a little while. You don’t know who we are and you can’t trace us, and we have means to have you killed if you try to cause trouble, so just go back to your pathetic life and enjoy what you can of it.” She motioned with Her head and two of the black guys pulled the man’s pants back up and buttoned his shirt and took him toward the door. Wife told one of them, “Take him to his place, don’t let him see you, and take this bottle of scotch and let him get started on it. Come back when you’re done.” And they left.

Wife took a deep breath, let it out, and looked at me and said, “Well, dear, that was fun, wasn’t it?”

I said, “Yes, it was interesting, dear…I’ve never done that before,” hoping She had forgotten about Her threat to emasculate me too. She looked at the female doctor and said, “I understand you have another bottle of formaldehyde in your bag for me, don’t you dear?”

The doctor smiled and pulled out an identical jar of clear liquid and unscrewed the lid, and the same odor filled the room. She placed the open jar on a table, and withdrew another scalpel, and alcohol swabs. Suddenly I was sweating and my heart rate went up even higher. I said, “I thought you said we would discuss this, dear!!”

She said, “Well darling, we ARE discussing it…and the bottom line is I want your useless testicles in this jar. Here’s the deal, I want absolute control over your sex life…I will dictate whom you fuck (and you WILL be able to fuck after this), who fucks you, who you suck off…all of it, darling. I will continue to have my girlfriends and my men friends, you get to suck their cocks and eat the creampies they leave…you’ll have as rich a sex life as I want you to have, but with your balls on you, I cannot control your libido. You will do this for me or I will divorce you…as a divorcee you will owe me LOTS of alimony, and you’ll never find a woman as understanding of your peculiar urges as I am, now will you dear?”

I saw that She made sense, so I said, “Alright dear, you win.” I think secretly I wanted this to happen.

The black guys all had a good laugh at that and said, “Shit, man, dis white ass boy wants to give up his eggs fo his woman…I gots to see dis.” The white ladies present simply sat sipping their wine or snorting more lines of coke, waiting to see more castration entertainment.

Wife told them, “Hold him down, boys”, and although there was not much struggle left in me, they held my arms and legs spread wide. The grinning black guys holding me down watched as the doctor lady wiped my entire crotch with alcohol swabs…it stung my balls a little because I keep them shaved at Wife’s command. One of them said, “Here boy, drink this…” and gave me a slug of whisky from a bottle…I downed it and took another couple of sips and immediately felt relaxed.

My Wife smiled at him and said, “Thanks.”

“Nuffin’ to it, I’d want the same thing was it me.”

She then said, "Make sure the camera is getting all this, just avoid all the faces, except for dear hubby's here. I want to see the cutting AND his facial expressions on tape."

The man on the camera said, "Don't worry, I'll get it all."

My head swam a bit from the whiskey but I still knew what was going on…I felt my cock being pulled up and taped to my stomach, just like the man before me had had done. I knew what came next, and wasn’t surprised when I felt the surgical tubing being tied very tightly around my scrotum…it felt like someone was pinching me down there. I felt my balls begin to swell and throb with pain…then I felt a large dildo being pushed up my ass…Wife said, “This will keep any anal contaminants away from the cut area,” but I knew it was just part of my humiliation and training. She wanted me to remember this moment of my castration, my emasculation, as being associated with an ass fucking. She motioned to Big Guy, the porn star, who not holding me down, and he straddled my face and put his huge soft cock on my mouth. He said, “Here, motherfucker, suck on dis an make me cum.”

I started sucking on his huge cock, which became unbelievable larger in my mouth…and I could feel my Wife manipulating the dildo and stroking my cock, still taped to my stomach…Big Guy erupted another cum gusher in my throat at the same time I climaxed, and I could feel my cum, the last ejaculation I would ever have, shoot all over my stomach and chest…

…and THEN I FELT THE SCALPEL BLADE CUT THROUGH MY SCROTUM!!!! It took several seconds to complete the slice, but it felt like minutes…I struggled and screamed around Big Guy’s black cock in my mouth, and tears streamed out of my eyes, but it was done. Big Guy made me clean off his cock, and when he got up, I could see Wife holding my bald, shaved testicles in her hand. She looked me in the eyes, said “Thank you, dear,” kissed the testicles once tenderly, and gently dropped them into the formaldehyde jar, and closed the lid.

As the doctor lady was making sutures and giving me painkiller injections, I think I passed out a couple of times, but I eventually woke up and stayed awake, fully aware of what was going on.

That evening, after the two guys came back from taking the homeless man to his alley, was a blur of repeated fuckings, cock sucking, pussy eating, and I think I ingested more cum that night than at any other time in our lives together as a "man" and Wife. She supervised another gang rape of both me and a couple of the white women present. My scrotum ached but the painkillers did their job, and I was woozy enough to have lost all inhibitions. At one point I was eating out yet another cum-filled pussy of one of the porn star white women when she let go a stream of piss...I just lapped it up, knowing that my Wife would want me to...and I was right, she patted my butt and said, "Nice job cock boy."

Today I am my Wife’s eunuch, concubine, cock whore, pussy whore, and a lot of other things. She, along with her doctor friend, have me on a balanced hormone regimen which allows me JUST enough testosterone to occasionally get an erection and appreciate pussy, but also enough estrogen to make me appreciate a nice cock up my ass or in my mouth. I’m truly in a middle ground of sexuality, and I’m just what my Wife wants in a “man.” There is a complete video of my entire emasculation and we view it together occasionally…and She sometimes shows it to visiting guests and lovers to humiliate me…I don’t really mind, though, because I have come to enjoy the humiliation.

We travel from town to town when we’re in this country, visiting adult bookstores and glory holes in bars…and when we’re in Third World countries there is no shortage of young men to buy off and emasculate for our amusement…and for her testicle collection. She keeps them in one of our many homes in a foreign country; we travel by private jet, so it’s not a problem transporting them. My emasculation along with the homeless man’s has made it onto the internet for the world to see, but no one knows who the faceless victims are. We heard that the homeless guy died eventually of alcoholism…just as well, I guess.

I now depend on my Wife for her permission for sexual release…She gives it freely if I keep Her pleased…if I don’t She withholds any kind of sexual pleasure for times ranging up to several months…so I keep Her pleased. I still get an orgasm by friction to the head of my cock, and by cock pressure to my prostate…but She rigidly controls when and where and IF that happens. I now live for hard cocks and cum-filled pussies, and mostly for my Wife’s cum-filled pussy. She takes many lovers in our travels, and my subjugation and humiliation is complete…just the way I like it.

I hope that covers it all…we may be coming to a town near you, so maybe we will see you in an adult arcade with a glory hole soon. If you stick your cock into a glory hole and you feel it suddenly stuck and you can’t withdraw it, and a beautiful woman comes into your booth, then you know you’ve found us….get ready for a life-changing experience, one you will NEVER forget. I'm done, I turn it back over to my wonderful Wife.

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Thank you, dear, you did a nice job telling your story. I’m going to reward you later tonight…I have a lovely married couple coming over tonight and I will need your services. Get the chloroform and formaldehyde ready, she and I have become such good friends…and you’ll enjoy the husband, but I hear he’s not very well hung, heh heh heh.

And thank YOU, the reader. I hope my cuck hubby’s ramblings haven’t bored you too much. And if you’re looking to get cut and donate your “eggs” to my collection, let me know…we do travel a lot. Bye for now.