My mouth was pressed against her wet pussy. I began to inhale slowly causing her labial lips to vibrate. I felt her body arch as she approached her third orgasm. Her hands clasped the sides of my head pulling my face even more tightly against her vulva.

“Don’t stop” she ordered, “Oh god, don’t stop.”

Finally she lay quiet, my head still resting between her legs, until without a word; she swung her leg over my head rolling away from me. I moved to take advantage of her warm, wet cunt until she pushed me away.

“Not tonight Mark, I’m too exhausted” she murmured, “just let me enjoy it.”

I was stunned. Having just spent the better part of an hour pleasuring her, I expected to now pleasure myself with her beautiful body. It was not to be.

We had been married for almost two years, a second marriage for both of us. From the start she had indulged my kinky nature. She didn’t mind tying me up from time to time. She enjoyed using a whip to mark my cheeks. For many months, she kept the key to the Lori tube that restricted my cock. After I came to bed with a tight rubber band around my testicles, she thought it fun to indulge my castration fantasies, at one point surprising me with a burdizzo for my birthday. More than once she slid my scrotum into it and squeezed until it pinched a bit. She was a perfect wife for me.

I guess that’s why I so easily accepted her decision and quietly lay next to her for the rest of the night without once trying to satistify myself. I found it very exciting.

When I awoke in the morning, Brooke was already dressed and in the kitchen. I headed to the shower and started to jack off. Before I could finish, Brooke pulled the shower curtain back to expose me with my stiff cock in my hand.

“If you wait until tonight, I’ll do that for you,” she said as she pushed my hand away from my throbbing dick.

“Can’t I have both” I asked.

“No, it’s one or the other, I want you turned on all day and I may want you to come quickly” was her reply.

I was close to an orgasm, I wanted to shoot my load, but her smile convinced me that spending the day sexually excited was the best choice.

For the rest of that Saturday, she teased me incessantly. If it wasn’t her hand in my crotch, she was whispering in my ear about how she planned to “milk” me that night.

That was how it began. Over time it evolved into cunnilingus on demand for her, and sexual denial followed by a weekly a hand job for me. Almost every night Brooke would have me go down on her, sometimes for an hour or more. She would read, watch TV, or talk on the phone with her girl friends, while I ate her pussy. Once she was satisfied she would turn off the lights, roll over and go to sleep. I would snuggle up to her, spooning, and rub my erection against her nightgown covered bottom. If I became insistent she would remind me that I had to wait until the next Saturday to be “milked”.

I found it frustrating and exciting to live by her rules. I was not allowed to masturbate nor ask for sex during the week. She would inspect me from time to time to see how quickly I would become erect. If it was not fast enough she would threaten not to “milk” me that week and instead put me in a Lori tube for the rest of the month.

Initially she had me lay on my back and taking baby oil would lubricate my cock and very slowly begin to pull me off. Each time I got close to coming she would stop and wait for me to relax before beginning again, finally finishing me when I begged her for relief. After several weeks she decided to change the routine.

She insisted I kneel on all fours so she could “milk me properly” by pulling downward. The first time, I knelt on our bed while she sat in a chair. She didn’t like it at all. A few days later she gave me a drawing of what she called our milking parlor. It consisted of a low padded table, just long enough for me to be positioned so that it would be easy for her to take care of me. The table also had restraints to secure my legs and wrists to the table. She pointed out that I would not be milked again until the milking parlor was finished. I had it done by Friday and I was looking forward to my Saturday night relief with more anticipation than usual.

When Brooke entered our bedroom that Saturday night, I was already in position and waiting for her to secure the restraints. Once I was strapped down, she pulled up a stool and reached for the oil. She stopped for a moment and retrieved a small box from her dresser drawer. I couldn’t see exactly what she was doing, but I soon felt a large cold piece of metal being pushed in my rear opening. It hurt and stretched my anus until it slid inside. I yelped in pain and strained at my bonds.

“That’s no way to say ‘thank you’ for your new gift. You now have an attractive butt plug”, said Brooke “and you will make sure it is inserted in the future so I don’t have to look at your disgusting opening while I service you.”

She picked up the oil and started to pull me off. Just then the telephone rang and she stopped to answer it. It was her friend Ashley. Brooke turned to me and covering the mouthpiece of the phone said, “I’m going to put the phone on speaker so be quiet, don’t embarrass me”.

With that she flipped on the speaker phone and continued talking to Ashley as she pumped up and down on my cock.

Their conversation was going fine until Brooke pushed me to orgasm. My cries of ‘oh god, oh god’ were unmistakably those of a man in the throes of orgasm.

“What’s going on there?” I heard Ashley ask.

“I’m doing the dishes”, Brooke lied.

“The hell you are, you’re doing Mark”, Said Ashley. “You guys are fucking.”

Finally Brooke admitted that was giving me a hand job and it might be my last because I couldn’t keep my mouth shut. Ashley wanted to know more, but Brooke cut off the conversation with a promise to call back later.

“I should whip your ass. Now I have to explain to my friend how I indulge your kinky desires. You can just stay right where you are until I’m ready for bed.” Then Brooke walked out slamming the door behind her and leaving me still tied in place.

Two hours later she returned and without a word released me. I sucked her and pleasured her many times before she would talk to me again. I didn’t know if she would jerk me off the next Saturday but I set things up as usual and waited. When Brooke came in she carefully secured my restraints and patted my ass after she gave a little tug to my butt plug. Then she retrieved a gag from a box under the bed.

As she put the gag on me she said, “Because you can’t keep your mouth shut, I’m going to shut it for you.” She didn’t reach for the oil; instead she picked up the telephone, pushed speaker and called Ashley.

“Hi, its me, do you have time to talk?” said Brooke.

“Yeah, I was hoping you’d call, are you doing the ‘dishes’, that is are you doing Mark again”, asked Ashley.

“Once a week, that’s all he gets, I don’t want to spoil him” replied Brooke.

“I don’t get it. My husband fucks me almost every night and he never goes down on me”, complained Ashley.

At this point I realized that Brooke had shared with her friend details about our arrangement. I found it very exciting and started to fantasize about going down on Ashley too. Brooke reached out to stroke my cock. That was all it took and I shot my load, much to Brooke’s surprise.

A week later Brooke was milking me when the door bell rang, at first she ignored it. When it rang for the third time she got up to see who was there. I could hear her talking with another woman. A few minutes later Brooke returned with her friend Ashley and another woman I had never met, she was Ashley’s sister. It was obvious that they had been drinking and were feeling no pain. I was gagged and restrained; there was nothing I could do to free myself. After a few minutes, I began to relax, finding the entire scene exciting. My erection signaled to the women that I was enjoying myself too.

They wanted to see everything as they examined the room.

Ashley’s sister wanted to know if Brooke enjoyed jerking me off.

“Its OK, and much better than fucking him”, answered Brooke.

“But it is so messy, I mean the oil, and then when he shoots his load”, said Ashley’s sister.

“I do like the way you dressed up his butt hole, but I agree letting him spray his cum seems really messy” said Ashley. Then picking up the burdizzo off the top of the dresser, she wanted to know what it was.

Brooke explained what it was for and then Ashley asked for a demonstration.

My cock could not have been harder. If one of the women would have breathed on my dick I’m sure I would have shot my load.

Brooke carefully placed my scrotum into the jaws of the burdizzo and showed the other women how the cords to the testicle had to be placed. She closed it part way pinching the skin enough to cause me some pain, but not far enough to do any damage. My erection grew only harder as I was enjoying the entire fantasy.

Ashley’s sister wanted to know what would happen to the testicle if the jaws were shut completely.

“Well, from what I understand, if you do it right, the blood vessels to the testicle would be ruptured and the testicle would eventually die.” Brooke explained.

“Yeah, but what happens to the testicle, does it have to be removed?” Ashley wanted to know.

“No you don’t cut the testicle out, it will just shrivel up. After a while it’s suppose to shrink to the size of a pea”, Brooke explained.

“Have you ever considered actually doing it to him” Ashley’s sister asked. “Aren’t you a little curious if it really works?”

“Sure, I’ve had my fantasies about it, but it seems a bit drastic, don’t you think?” answered Brooke. “He likes playing at it. It seems to get him off, so I play along.”

“Well he has two balls, you could try it on one just to see what happens”, suggested Ashley. “It might get rid of half the mess he makes”.

“If you think it’s too drastic, what do you call having him tied down while you yank him off?” Ashley’s sister wanted to know.

They talked back and forth about using the burdizzo on me and finally went downstairs to talk about it some more. An hour later when the three of them came back it was clear that my wife had joined them in their drinking and now was as inebriated as Ashley and her sister.

“So, we are going to do just one” said Brooke.

“I still think we should do both, how often do you get a chance to actually castrate a man” argued Ashley.

What was going on? I struggled and pulled at my bonds. I tried to talk but the gag stopped all but a few sounds. I didn’t want this, these women were crazy. I just wanted them to stop. This was no longer a fantasy. It was time for them to release me. No more kinky stuff just let me go!

“Well let’s do the first one and see how it goes” said Ashley’s sister. “We can decide about the other one later.”

This time, as they slid my scrotum into the jaws of the burdizzo; I struggled and pulled from side to side, doing everything to avoid their drunken plan. Still holding the burdizzo, Brooke finally stepped back.

“Look Mark, it’s not that big a deal. We just want to see if it works. You’ve still got another ball so nothing will change” Brooke said slurring some of her words.

“And if you don’t hold still we might accidentally crush both balls, so stop your wiggling and let us try this”, added Ashley.

I didn’t know what to do. If I continued to struggle I could end up castrated. If I let them kill one of my balls, I could still function. Resigning myself to my fate, I decided to take it like a man.

“That’s better” said Brooke, “this will only take a minute”.

She then slid my sack into the jaws of the castration device. I could feel the hands of the three women pulling and tugging at my ball sack to align the jaws to do their job. Then without warning they snapped the burdizzo jaws shut.

The pain was unreal. I screamed through the gag, my body jerked uncontrollably. The women dropped the burdizzo and left it hanging still firmly clamped to my sack. The pain would not stop. It was blinding, white hot, it consumed my entire being. I bucked and thrashed about until I was exhausted. Still the metal tool continued to hold tight, killing my ball.

After what seemed like hours, but was only ten or fifteen minutes, I looked up to see all three women laughing uncontrollably. They were having the time of their lives.

“That was great. We’ve got to do the other one too. Just to see him buck again. I didn’t know a man could move like that”, said Ashley’s sister.

“No, I think we’ve done enough. Help me get this thing off of him” said my wife.

They had a difficult time opening the burdizzo and releasing its grip on my sack. Their level of intoxication didn’t help. The most intense pain had subsided but as they pulled at the tool in their efforts to remove it, they continued to cut into my scrotum. Finally it was off, and the women decided they needed another drink after all their hard work. They left me, blood dripping from the cuts, and again went downstairs.

My throbbing sack hung down between my legs. I could see the damage and how it was turning deep purple. Fear began to rise in me that it would become infected and I would loose the other ball too. I cried, tears flowed, and all I could think was how I had brought this on myself. I just wanted to be free. I vowed to never again do anything strange. I would get rid of all my sex toys and bondage stuff. The whips, the chains, even the Lori tube would go. I cried and promised myself for over an hour that things were going to be different.

When the women finally returned to release me, I didn’t move a muscle. I just wanted out.

Brooke came over to me and lifting my face said that they had talked about whether to finish castrating me. My body tensed. I had not thought it possible that they would really kill both of my testicles just for fun.

Brooke said how much she enjoyed having me suck her whenever she wanted and that it was nice not to have to be fucked afterward. If I was completely castrated she could still have that and she wouldn’t have to indulge my kinky pastimes. Ashley pointed out how she would like to have her husband in my position, strapped down, half castrated, and waiting to have the other ball done. Ashley’s sister chimed in about how much fun it was to watch me buck when they clamped my ball. They all patted my ass and then each took a turn pulling on my cock trying to get it erect.

Ashley was pulling on my dick as it began to engorge. Brooke then pulled my head up again and said that they had come to a decision. Just before she told me what it was, I ejaculated.