Introduction

I don’t know if I won this contest or not. You see, I get to make love to a different woman each week of the month but I had to be castrated to do it. It wasn’t my idea. I got the short end of the stick, so to speak.

It all began eight months ago, when the ‘girls’ got together for their regular monthly girls’ night out...

Chapter One

Rebbecca is my wife and she has three close girlfriends, June, Gina and Jamie. They had been going out together for an evening of laughs and friendship, without their men, for maybe five years. I didn’t know their husbands but I knew the girls from whenever one or two of them would stop by the house. They were all attractive and fun and I always tried to make a good impression with them.

But that one particular night set the wheels in motion that changed my life. It was when their discussion got around to sex and how the women said to one another that they were getting bored with it. Said Jamie, “Wouldn’t it be nice if we could switch husbands for sex once in awhile without the resulting jealousy?” My wife replied, “Sure, we could do it but our men wouldn’t go for it. They could be tempted to screw the rest of us if we gave them permission but when it comes to someone else screwing their particular wife, that’s a different story.”

That’s when the discussion led to how to overcome their husbands’ hang-up.

“What we have to do is to create a contest for our men, with a grand prize for the winner, runner-up prizes and a consolidation prize for the loser”, said Gina. “The prizes could be for the winners to have sex with us. I think that some competition might take their minds off the sharing of their wives part. They would be more focused on the winning.”

“What would the loser get”, asked Jamie. “Oh, he would get to be castrated”, answered Gina and all the girls laughed together.

“You seem to have all the answers,” said June to Gina, “so why don’t you come up with a plan that will work so we girls can consider it”. They all agreed with her.

At their next meeting, Gina took the floor. “Now hear me out before you say anything. I thought this out and I think that it will work.”

“None of us really knows each others’ husbands very well other than what we’ve told each other about them. I don’t know who is strongest, for instance. My idea for a contest is that the husband with the longest dick would be the winner, the two successive lesser-endowed husbands would be the runner ups, followed by our poor loser,” said Gina. The rest of the girls howled with laughter.

“No really, if we make it enticing enough to them, I think that we can get them to go along and we girls could have a variety of sexual partners without the usual problems associated with it”, said Gina.

“What I envision is that the winner gets to sleep once with the three of us, not counting his wife, of course, the first runner-up, two of us and the second runner-up, one of us. I think that the first runner-up should have the first choice of which two of us he will screw and the second runner-up gets the remaining one. But that’s only my opinion as to how to divvy us up,” said Gina to the rest of the women.

“And what about the loser,” asked June. “I don’t think any of our men would take the chance of possibly losing and being castrated.”

“I didn’t come to that yet”, said Gina. “Castration is probably the thing that men fear the most but if we can make it something that they could accept through certain rewards, I think that we can get them to agree to the contest. And, after all, they would still have 3:1 odds that they wouldn’t lose so their commitment would seem to be almost abstract to them.”

“Here’s the best part,” said Gina. “The loser gets to make love to all of us once a month for a year after his castration. The rest of the men won’t mind because he will be castrated and non-threatening to them. If anything, they will say to themselves, ‘but for the grace of God go I’."

“But what about the one of us whose husband is castrated? What does she get while the rest of us get her husband once a month,” asked Jamie. “I already thought that through”, replied Gina. “That person gets the services of the other husbands, taking turns once a month, for the year. That way all of us get something and all our men are satisfied too. She would get more variety than the others, that's true, but that would be compensation for her husband's castration. Plus, her husband won’t mind if his wife is being screwed by the others once he is castrated.”

“I like your plan”, said Rebbecca. “But I don’t know if it’s too complicated for our men to figure out. I suggest that we all work on them together at our next meeting. In the meantime, each of us can introduce the idea to their husband over the month individually.” All of the girls were in agreement.

Chapter Two

After much convincing and holding out the enticement of more sex without any consequences, all the wives' husbands, including myself, eventually agreed to participate in the contest. I told myself that I couldn’t lose. At six and three-quarter inches erect, easily, I knew that I was bigger than most men. Rebbecca even commented on my large size whenever I was inside her. I would at least come in second, I felt, and in the worst case, third. But I was hoping for first place, where I would get to screw all three women plus the loser’s wife once a month for a year. It would be a sweet deal. It would be like winning the lottery.

Soon after, we all met at Gina’s house on a Saturday morning. I think that all the men had a hard-on of various degrees. Each husband went into the kitchen, one after each other, to be measured in front of all four women in attendance.

When it was my turn, Gina said to me in from of the other women: “Here are the rules. Your wife, Rebbecca, will be allowed to stroke you for 60 seconds by hand, after which we will immediately take your measurement on a piece of paper, while you stand against the table. Then you will sign the paper so that there is no misunderstanding of who is who and we will compare sizes once everyone is measured. All findings of our group are final. Good luck!”

Rebbecca put some lotion on her hand and rapidly slid it up and down while and the rest of the women cheered and clapped and I tried not to come. After Gina called “Time!” Rebbecca quickly pushed me up to the table and Janie traced the outline of my rigid member. Gina handed me a pen and said, “Sign”, which, in addition to my recorded size, had the rules of the contest printed on it.

“So here are the winners of our contest”, announced Gina as she and the rest of the girls re-entered her living room together, where their husbands were waiting for the contest to end. All the girls were grinning and I couldn’t tell whose husband had lost.

“The grand prize goes to Jamie’s husband, with a length of seven inches”, shouted Gina. All the girls cheered as Jamie's husband beamed from ear to ear. I thought to myself that this is not so bad. “I still got a good chance for second.” It occurred to me that all three girls could still be mine because I could leave the loser’s wife to the second runner up. That way, I would be able to make love to her later.

“The first runner-up goes to my husband, with a length of six and five-eighths”, proclaimed Gina. There were more cheers and clapping. I was starting to feel sorry for June’s husband, who would definitely lose but at the same time I also started to sense an uneasy feeling in my stomach.

“Finally, the second runner –up goes to ... June’s husband, with a length of six and thirteenth-sixteenths inches!” I couldn’t hear any of the cheering. My world went numb. There had to some mistake I said to myself. I could see Gina laying the papers on the coffee table for the men to compare the results. The other husbands started to come over to me and say things like, “Sorry.” “Too bad.” “It was really close.”

“Can I have everyone’s attention”, called out Gina. “Nobody is going to get to get laid by anyone else’s spouse until Rebbecca’s husband is castrated. That’s not going to happen until next month so you’re all going to have to stay horny in anticipation.” Everyone, except me, laughed. “I really do want everyone to congratulate Rebbecca’s husband and let’s give him a round of applause, not for losing, but for participating and making this happen for all of us.” Everyone gave me a hug or shook my hand and then Rebbecca drove me home as I sat in a fog.

Chapter Three

Over the next month, Rebbecca and all the girls made me feel really comfortable about my upcoming gelding. Rebbecca continually made love to me over the weeks so that I would never forget what it felt like to have my hard, six and three-quarters inside her. Her girlfriends told me how very special they had planned to make the occasion of my castration and how they all were looking forward to making love to me for the year. I started to feel encouraged. “It wouldn’t be so bad after all”, I told myself.

The night before my pending cutting all he girls were in attendance at my home. They all took turns sucking me until I seemed to be larger than usual. “Why couldn’t I be that size last month”, I said to them jokingly and everyone laughed. Then Rebbecca slid on top of me and pumped away with her friends urging her on. I blasted my cum into her hole like I never did before.

“The girls are going to shave you down there now, while I get cleaned up”, said Rebbecca and they did, with one holding my now limp member out of the way and another using the razor, while the third holding my balls for her.

The next morning, Rebbecca drove me to a veterinarian who June knew and the doctor was waiting for us. Everyone was there too, all the women and their husbands. “You all can watch, but like I had told June earlier, please don’t get in the way. While I am working, I’ll tell you what I am doing so you can follow along with me.”

I lay on a table and could see everyone behind the doctor, who was sitting in a stool as my feet were raised above her, in stirrups. The men’s crotches all seem to be tented as the doctor began once she had given me some medication to numb any pain.

“What I am doing is opening the scrotum with a small incision so I can remove the testicles. Here is the first one. Now two clamps to close the cord, cutting it now, and cauterization”, said the doctor.

I looked over and everyone had an intense look on their faces, all focused on between my legs.

“Now the second one. Once I remove it, the patient will no longer be able to produce sperm or much testosterone. He will lose most of his male sex drive. He will become less aggressive. He will most likely still be able to maintain erections and experience orgasms, especially when initiated by the female; however, they will not be as strong and will not produce much or any ejaculate. Here we go”, she said.

I could see the doctor holding my testicle away from by body as she reached in with her scalpel and proceeded to cut it away. I glanced over to the men and they all seemed to be embarrassed when they looked back, with a dark splotch in the middle of all their trouser pants.

Epilogue

So, like a said, that was eight months ago. I healed quickly. Everyone was concerned for me to recover because I think that they all wanted to get laid, but they were sensitive that they shouldn’t begin until I was healthy again.

Everyone got what they wanted, I guess. I get to screw once a week, if you count Rebbecca too. Its strange in a way because I do enjoy it but its not the same as it would be had I still had my balls. Its almost just like what the doctor said to expect. But all the girls look forward to their once-a-month nights with me and it’s been a lot of fun just the same. They all make the most of it. I think that my castrated state turns them on even more too. Their husbands don’t seem to mind; it’s almost as though they feel sorry for me. And Rebbecca is happy. She gets seven inches of Jamie’s husband’s rigid cock in her once a month, plus both Gina’s and June’s husbands’, all six and five-eighths and six and thirteen-sixteenths. And, strangely, it doesn't bother me.