GREENSLEEVES

Chapter 4

I tried to resist her voice, but simply couldn't do it.  I moved the chair away from the table, then placed both hands on it to lever my body to a standing position.  As I once again looked at the condition of my trousers, I heard Glenda say quietly, "It looks like you're not the only one who gets turned on by that sort of thing, my dear."

Ellie replied equally quietly, "I guess I've known for a long time that he has a castration fantasy.  It was about two years after we were married that I found his dirty magazines in the garage.  The pictures of men who'd been castrated or had their dicks cut off had so many of his fingerprints on them they were almost too smudged to see."

"At first I was disgusted with what he was doing, but then after I looked at some of the photos and drawings, and read some of the stories, something just seemed to click in my brain.  It wasn't long after that when I started waiting for him to leave for work, and then hurrying to the garage to get one of the magazines.  I'd spend hours on the bed with one hand holding the thing open, and the other buried between my legs.  It got so bad after a few months that I almost couldn't wait for him to buy another one, so I could read it too."

Glenda said, "Yes, I remember you telling me about that in one of your letters.  You know now why I suggested my services were needed.  Both of you want it to happen, and you know how hot you'll be when we do it to him.  You don't have to look any farther than his crotch to see how much he wants it.  I think it's time, don't you?"

Ellie said very quietly, "Yes," then stood and walked to stand behind me.  She reached around my body and unfastened my trousers, then let them fall to the floor.  She then placed her thumbs in the waistband of my undershorts and pushed them down.  I was simply frozen in place, unable to move in the slightest way.  The confusion in my brain wiped out all commands to my legs to run, all commands to my mouth to cry out.  I was helpless.

Before my pants had reached the floor, she began unbuttoning my shirt, and soon was pulling it off me.  I looked to Glenda to plead with her for help, but saw she was clearing off the tabletop, not even looking at me.  I felt something at my feet, and looked down to see Ellie removing my shoes, followed quickly by my socks.  She then pulled my pants and shorts off my feet, leaving me completely naked, my monstrously-erect penis bobbing in front of me, trailing a spiderweb of pre-cum wherever it went.

As I looked up again, I saw Glenda spreading a sheet of plastic on the tabletop, then nodding to Ellie.  She patted the top, then said softly, "Honey, we need you to climb up here and get on your back so we can get started on you.  We've both wanted this for a long time, and now we don't have to wait any longer.  Please do it."  By then I was nothing more than a robot, and moved mechanically to do her bidding.  Soon I was lying on my back atop the plastic, watching without understanding as both women began to slowly and sensously undress one another.

As I lay there, I stared in rapt fascination at what has to be the most erotic, most exciting thing in the whole world: two gorgeous women making love to one another.  I learned then the difference between "making love" and "fucking."  They were doing the former; what I had always done was the latter.  I knew then why my wife needed something I was unable to give her.  Her arousal with Glenda was of an entirely different type than I could provide, and that shamed me.  I had never felt more inadequate in my life, and with good cause.

After several minutes of pleasuring one another with nothing more than their fingertips, the scent of aroused womanhood in the small room was almost overpowering.  I had thought it impossible for me to become any more excited, but as my brain received the pheremones from the two of them, it seemed to double the signals it was sending to my crotch.

They at last turned to look down at me, with Glenda standing behind Ellie, reaching around her body and caressing her aroused breasts.  She nuzzled my wife's neck for several seconds, then said softly, "Remember all the Saturday mornings when we'd be in our bed, talking about how exciting it'd be to have our very own harem slave standing outside our door, guarding us?  We can have that now, can't we?  We can make him a eunuch in just a few minutes, and then he can spend the rest of his life as our slave.  It's what you want for him, isn't it?"

Ellie was almost unable to speak, but finally hoarsely whispered, "I want that more than anything else in the world.  When you told me two years ago what you were going to do, and suggested using Jack for practice, I wanted to do it then.  I'm sorry I wouldn't let you do it then, but I think the wait, and the anticipation, has made it even more exciting.  He'll be our eunuch in just a few minutes, just as he was always meant to be."

They faced one another then, and kissed more deeply and passionately than I would have thought possible.  They seemed to be on the edge of climaxing, but with every passing second their arousal climbed to another level.  It was a kind of lovemaking I could never give my wife, and I knew in my heart how very inadequate I was.  I truly deserved to serve as her eunuch, and it was the correct decision on her part to want that for me.

Ellie then opened her suitcase and took out a small bag.  After opening the drawstring, she set out a pair of scissors, a can of shave cream, and a safety razor.  She said to her friend, "It's a good thing I got everything ready before you arrived.  I've been so excited since you got here that I'd never have been able to remember all this stuff."

She then used the scissors to trim away as much of my pubic hair as she could, then spread the cream over my crotch.  As she picked up the razor to shave my crotch, Glenda said, "Give me a kiss before you start.  I'll get dressed while you're shaving him, and that way we won't have to waste any more time than absolutely necessary."  Ellie took her in her arms, and once again their passion seemed to reach impossible heights.

As they broke the kiss, Glenda said, "I have to get dressed now.  I believe that men need the excitement I can provide by playing my part, and I always do it.  Even though Jack isn't a good lover, I think he deserves to receive the excitement I can give him before he's no longer a man."

Ellie said softly, "You're right.  I love him with all my heart, and I know he deserves the best from you, just as he deserves what we're going to do to him."  She then came to shave me while Glenda opened her suitcase.  We both watched in silence as the woman shook out her green dress, then slipped it over her head.

She adjusted the long sleeves until the frilly lace was covering her wrists, then smoothed the bodice over her lovely breasts.  It is simply unexplainable that her half-covered breasts were somehow much more exciting than they had been when completely exposed.  A man's brain is a work in progress, and that fact was never more evident than at that time.  The soft curves that were exposed by the deeply-cut neckline were much more erotic to me.  That's just the way it was; I can't even begin to explain it.

Glenda removed her shiny, black boots from the suitcase then, and sat on one of the chairs to pull them on.  She stood, pushing her feet deep into the boots before pulling the tops under her short dress.  As she did that, her shaved pussy flashed quickly, and in that brief glimpse I could see the moisture beaded there.

Ellie had been shaving me while her friend dressed, and as I once again looked down at my crotch, I saw she was just then using a damp cloth to remove the last traces of the foam.  The feeling of coolness on my bare skin seemed to arouse me even more, if that were at all possible, and my cock seemed to throb with a renewed urgency.

Ellie pulled one of the chairs away from the table and placed the briefcase on it.  She opened it, then reached in and pulled out four short lengths of rope.  She handed two to Glenda, and the pair began securing my wrists and ankles to the table legs.  Another rope was tied around one of my knees, passed under the tabletop, and then tied to the other knee, both of them exerting their strength to spread my crotch as much as possible before tying the second knot.

Ellie then stood beside my head and looked down at me with the sweetest expression I'd ever seen.  The love in her eyes was plain to see, when in an emotion-choked voice she said, "Sweetie, I know you want everything cut off, but I think it'd be better if we left your balls.  We're doing this just for you, so it's your decision.  Please say you won't make us castrate you too.  Please, honey?"

My throat was so tight it wouldn't let the words pass, so I nodded my head.  She smiled more broadly, then said, "We need you to say it, sweetheart.  Tell us what you want us to cut off.  Please say it, honey."

My mouth opened, but still my throat wouldn't cooperate.  I cleared it several times, and was finally able to croak, "If you want my balls to stay on me, then that's the way it'll be.  You don't have to castrate me."

I realized Glenda was standing on the other side of me, and turned to her as she said, "Jack, you must tell us what you want us to do.  We can't do anything to you unless you tell us what you want.  Tell us now."

Again I tried to hesitate, and Ellie said passionately into the silence, "Honey, please tell us to cut off your penis.  We can't do it if you don't tell us to.  Please, sweetie!"

Her desire was there for all to see, and I wanted nothing more in the whole world than to please her.  It was my only reason for living.  I had to make her happy, and if that meant losing my cock, then that's what would happen.  Again I fought with my throat, finally forcing it to say the words she so very much wanted to hear.  "Please cut off my penis.  I want you to do it.  Please."

The tears in her eyes began to drip from her cheeks as she said, "Thank you.  I've needed to hear that for so long.  In my heart, I always knew that someday you'd be my eunuch.  Now it's going to come true."

She took from the case what looked like a small metal tube, about a foot long.  I could see that one end had been rounded to a smooth tip, and it was that part she began to insert in the opening in my cock head.  The pre-cum boiling from my body served as a lubricant, and she exerted only a slight amount of force to push the tube into my cock.  She kept twisting and pushing the thing, until at last I was sure I could feel it enter my abdomen.  Glenda squeezed the base of my cock with her thumb and forefinger, then said, "That's far enough.  Let's get him tied off now."

Again Ellie reached into the briefcase, this time removing what looked like a pair of boot laces.  She gave one of them to her friend, and then moved to the end of the table to stand between my widespread legs.  With one last, loving look at my face, she said, "It's time."

She gripped my sac in one hand and began pulling it away from my body, stretching it with all her strength.  Glenda held my penis upright during the stretching, and when Ellie indicated there was no more distance to be gained, began to wrap the string as tightly as she could around the base of my cock, as close as possible to my body, compressing my shaft against the metal tube.  After pulling the ends with all her might, she knotted them, trapping the blood in my penis and preserving my final erection.

Ellie released my balls then, and as Glenda held my cock upright, wrapped the second lace just barely above the first.  As her friend had, she also pulled the thing as tightly as she could before knotting the ends. 

Ellie then handed a hypodermic syringe to Glenda, who uncapped the needle before squirting a small amount of clear liquid from it.  She then placed the point below the first cord and pushed it easily into my flesh.  After injecting a small amount, she moved the needle to another part of my shaft and injected it also. 

Ellie had taken a small bottle from the briefcase while I was being injected, and I watched as she unscrewed the top and took out a swab.  There was a yellow-brown liquid on the swab, and when it was brushed on the part of my penis between the cords, my flesh turned that color.  Ellie replaced the swab, closed the top, and put the bottle back in the case.  When Glenda released my penis, it no longer bobbed back and forth, but stood there as if patiently waiting to meet its fate.

What that fate was to be was evident when Ellie handed Glenda another item from the briefcase.  She held the thing above my face, allowing my eyes to focus on it, and making sure I knew exactly what it was, and how it would be used on me.

After several seconds, she said in her emotion-laden voice, "This is the scalpel that will cut your penis from your body, making you forever our eunuch.  Do you want us to do that to you?  Tell us again.  It's you last chance to save your little thing."

My eyes were so clouded with tears of lust that I could barely see.  I blinked them several times to clear them, then focused directly on the wonderful knife she was holding.  Again I had to clear my throat before I could speak, but at last said, "Please use it to cut off my penis.  I want to be your eunuch.  Please do it to me."

Glenda then said, "My favorite thing of all is castrating a man, and then slowly removing his cock.  I love to see his manhood destroyed for all time, knowing that forever after he'll no longer be a man, but just an 'it.'  Ellie wants to let you keep your balls, so that's the way it'll be.  However, when we were making plans to do this to you, several months ago, I insisted that I get to do part of the cutting.  She doesn't need to have all the fun."

She then began to do something that gave me an instant flashback to the so-very-erotic dream I'd had only two days ago.  After laying the scalpel on my heaving chest, she very slowly and sensously began to roll one of her sleeves up her arm.  Over and over she turned the cuff, until finally it was above her elbow.  She held her hand against my lips then, allowing me to kiss that part of her that would soon unman me.  Slowly she moved the arm past my lips, allowing me to kiss her wrist, and at last her forearm.

She repeated her actions with the other arm, again granting my fervent wish to be allowed to worship that part of her that would soon make me a eunuch.  I wanted to kiss her hands, her wrists, her arms forever, but all too soon she pulled them away from me, leaving me gasping for breath.

She picked up the scalpel and moved down my body until she was standing beside my imprisoned penis, and Ellie duplicated that position on the opposite side of my body.  Very slowly and deliberately she reached out with her left hand and held my shaft in her tight grip.  Her other hand placed the knife in the small space between the cords.

She hesitated then, looking directly at Ellie.  I saw the slow nod of my wife's beautiful head, and the way she was gasping for breath between her open lips.  I knew the pleasure I was about to give her was no more than she deserved, and I longed for it to happen.

I felt a dull pressure on the shaft of my penis then, and looked down.  The blade was just then entering me, accompanied by a spurt of blood that soon subsided.  Glenda's movements were very sensous as she slowly moved the knife around my shaft, cutting about halfway through it.

It seemed to be almost more than she could do to stop, but when her cut reached the point where it had started, she handed the scalpel to Ellie.  My wife's hands were trembling uncontrollably as she took the tool from her friend, and she stood there unmoving as she gasped for breath in an effort to calm herself.

At last she lowered the thing to my partially-severed shaft, placing the cutting edge in the incision her friend had started.  With a steady hand, she began duplicating the movements Glenda had made only moments before, but this time I knew the blade was touching the metal tube.

I watched in fascination as she completed the cut, only then noticing the other woman again approaching my side.  She was holding a jar that was filled with a clear liquid, and after removing its lid, she extended it toward my crotch.  Ellie placed the scalpel on my abdomen, then used both hands to slide my severed cock up the tube.  When it was at last free, she dropped it into the jar, and Glenda replaced the lid.

Ellie then gasped out, "I can't stand it any longer.  I have to cum."  She used one of the chairs to climb on the table, then lowered her sopping-wet pussy to my tongue, facing the supremely-arousing sight of my crotch with a full set of balls, but only a small ring of red flesh to indicate where my cock had been attached only moments before.  She gasped at the contact, almost as if she'd received an electrical shock.  Her orgasm seemed to begin with the first flick of my tongue, and as it consumed her, she pressed her crotch against me with all her might.  I no longer cared about breathing.  My only purpose in life was to give my wife the greatest pleasure she'd ever known.  Over and over I licked and sucked on her precious vagina, until at last I knew I was on the verge of passing out from lack of air.

At that moment, she lifted up and I gulped in as much air as possible.  I heard Glenda say, "Hurry!  I need it too!"

As my wife got off the table on one side, her friend climbed atop my face from the other, lifting her tiny skirt as she settled in place.  She was obviously just as desperate as Ellie had been, and her climax started almost before she was in position.  Again I licked and sucked with all my might, needing more than anything in the whole world to bring pleasure to this wonderful creature. 

As before, I was on the verge of losing consciousness when I was at last allowed to breathe.  I heard Ellie saying something, and turned my head toward her.  She was holding the jar, gazing in rapt fascination at my still-erect penis floating in the liquid.  Her words were more gasps than speech, but I could tell she was saying, "Oh, God, Glennie.  That's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.  I'll never forgive myself for not doing it to him years ago."

I felt Glenda touching one of my arms, and looked to see what she was doing.  Once again, she was holding a syringe filled with a clear liquid.  This time, though, the injection was made into a vein in my arm.  In the space of just a few seconds, I once again knew I was going to pass out, but this time I felt only a sense of peace.

As if from far, far away, I heard my wife say, "Sleep now, my darling.  I love you more than I ever thought possible.  Rest up now, and when you wake up you can start your life as our eunuch." 

That's my last memory of that night, and I had no others until awakening late the next day.

To be continued. . .