Chapter 4

It was to take awhile before I had that knowledge, though. At that moment, a woman's voice rang out, and the words echoed in the barn as she yelled, "You fucking pervert! What're you doing to that poor man?"

I did my best to turn my head toward the source of the words, and at last was able to see, from the corner of my eyes, a woman of approximately my age standing just inside the door from the garage to the torture chamber. She had her hands on her hips, and gave every indication of being angry. I was sure she was the man's wife, and contrary to what he'd been implying all afternoon, she was not only not a willing supporter of what he was doing to me, but was shocked to find out what was going on here in her barn.

The thought ran unimpeded through my mind that she was going to put a stop to everything the man had planned for me, and would undoubtedly set me free. The instant that thought occurred, I was literally devastated by a feeling of overwhelming disappointment, and if I could have spoken at all, would have begged her to please let it happen.

The conversation between them, over the space of the next several seconds, told me that I had no reason to fear what she'd do. To the contrary, everything the man had told me was shown to be true.

He said, "Ah, Adele, honey. You know what I like to do to these queerboys. I was just getting him tenderized before you got home, the way you like them."

She walked over to stand in front of me, seemingly with eyes for nothing other than my striped and scarred penis, still standing proudly from my crotch, and my throbbing balls, which by then had swollen larger than they'd ever been. Finally she looked up at my face, which was contorted by the tightness of the noose she'd tied. She smiled sweetly at me, then in her contralto voice asked, "Has that pervert been hurting you real bad, sweetie? Is he the one who did all those awful things to your little weenie and your tiny peanuts? Let Adele make it all better."

She then reached out both her hands and cupped my nuts, caressing them with her thumbs. Suddenly she jammed both thumbs deeply into my swollen testicles, eliciting the best imitation of a scream of agony that my ravaged, constricted throat could give voice to. She laughed aloud, then said to her husband, "I think he felt that, don't you?" He joined her in laughter, then after agreeing with her, said, "You ready to tie him off now?"

She replied, "Not yet. Let's see how much more he has first." The menace in their voices as they laughed again probably should have frightened me, but instead it had the opposite effect. It was at that moment that I understood that she truly was going to participate in my further torment, and that my long-held fantasy of being tortured by both a man and a woman would soon be a reality.

As they quieted, she said, "I suppose I oughta take off these clothes. Queerboy blood is really hard to get out of them." She then stood directly in front of me, and slowly and sensuously began to unbutton her blouse. When I tried to look downward at her, the noose seemed to tighten to half the size it had been. It was all I could do to draw even a single breath through my raw throat, but the rewards of watching a woman undress for me were more than worth it.

As she reached the bottom button and slowly pushed it through its slot to release it, her blouse opened far enough for me to see the swell of her breasts. That sight alone had always been enough to make my blood boil with lust, and it had the same effect then. My throat tried to force out the words to tell her how very beautiful she was, but that was an impossibility. All I could do was make a tiny moaning sound, and I hoped she would know that she was the cause of my arousal.

At last she pulled her blouse open, and I had my first clear look at her magnificent breasts. And magnificent they were. They were easily the largest I'd ever seen, and so rounded and tight that I thought for a moment they must be full of milk. The best parts of all, though, were her beautiful and fascinating nipples. Rather than being centered on her breasts, as with most women, hers looked to be above center, and more than a little. I've always been extremely fascinated by those types of breasts, and love them beyond my ability to describe.

After shrugging the blouse off her shoulders, she handed it to her husband. She then cupped her hands under her globes and lifted them, almost as if she were offering them to me for worship. Believe me, I'd have done just that if at all possible. I love touching, kissing, licking, and suckling a woman's breasts just as much as I love sucking a man's cock.

She then did something that always drives me crazy, and it had the same effect right then. She lifted her globes even higher, and then tenderly licked each engorged nipple. As if that weren't enough to put me in a sexual frenzy, she then extended her lips as much as possible and actually sucked each stiff bud. If my penis had been flagging from what she'd done to my balls moments before, it showed no effects of that as I watched her worshipping her own breasts.

Satisfied that she had my complete attention, her hands caressed their way down her body, then teasingly unbuttoned the waistband of her slacks. By the time she hooked her thumbs and began to slide them down her legs, I had regained my former state of arousal, and I knew my dick was once again bobbing up and down while trailing a thin string of pre-cum.

At last she stepped out of her slacks, and after handing them to her husband, moved her hands back to her waist. With movements just as slow and sensuous as before, she slid her pink panties downward, and I assume actually took them off. I never saw her do that, though, since my eyes were completely focused on her supremely exciting crotch, which captivated me as much as anything else had during that afternoon.

The reason that her crotch fixated me so was that it had been recently shaved, and appeared to be totally bare. I've fantasized about a woman looking like that ever since one of my former lovers let me shave her pubic hair on one occasion. Forever after that time, I tried to find another woman who would let me do that, but none ever did. Finding a second woman with a smooth vagina was the answer to my prayers, and I was totally in her power.

She said, in a husky voice, "Do you like looking at my big titties and my little-girl pussy? Do they turn you on, queerboy?" I tried to force out my fervent agreement, but could do little more than nod, since the noose seemed to be growing tighter by the minute.

After staring fixedly at my straining erection for several seconds, Adele whispered, seemingly to herself, "I'll bet there's lots more of that inside him." She then turned to her husband, saying, "Honey, let him down from there so I can try something else." He obviously knew what she intended, for he began to wind the winch in reverse, which loosened the tension in the rope that was around my neck.

Again, he used the ladder to remove the noose, and then the two of them helped me step off the two footstools. With no hesitation, Adele guided me to my original position beneath the other rope, then indicated she wanted me to get on my back there. Soon I was lying there with my crotch directly under the noose, and I tried to raise my butt enough to get the brands off the floor. Adele interpreted that move differently, though, and she chuckled and said, "Look how much he wants it, hon. He just can't wait to be stretched, can he?"

As her husband lowered the winch, Adele guided the noose to my crotch, and I felt a stab of lust that just about made me pass out. I was sure they were going to suspend me by my cock and balls, and my love of that had roots in the time my cousin had tried to do the same thing to me. It hadn't been very successful, since my things were simply too small to support my weight. He'd put his weight on the free end of the rope, and had pulled my crotch high enough that only my feet and hands were still touching the floor. By that point, he could see that my little dick and nuts were stretched so thin that they would tear off at any instant, so he'd stopped. All he had done was to tie off the rope, and then rub his crotch over my face, ordering me to lick and suck every part of it. It hadn't been until he'd given me his cum to eat that he'd lowered me to the floor, and then watched as I jacked off. The memories of that time were still very strong, and I'd tried many times to duplicate them with many of my lovers.

As soon as the noose had been placed around the base of my cock and balls, she jerked it as tight as possible. That was the signal her husband had been waiting for, and as the winch clicked rapidly, I saw the rope tighten, then begin to pull my erection and my balls higher and higher. Adele was on her knees beside me, with eyes for nothing but my rapidly lengthening flesh. Her rapid breathing and rock-hard nipples told me that she loved this just as much as I did, and I longed to give her the same pleasure I'd once given my cousin as he stretched me.

Turn after turn of the winch handle lifted my butt higher and higher off the floor, until at last only my feet and shoulders were still in contact with it. The clicking continued and I watched in fascination as my tender flesh stretched and lengthened far beyond anything I'd ever seen. Even when my shoulders left the floor, he continued to lift my body into the air, stopping only when my torso was parallel with the floor, and only my toes still maintained any contact with it.

Adele said, "Okay, hon. Better stop there. Don't want to tear 'em off just yet, do we?" As I tore my eyes from the wonderful sight of my cock and balls stretched farther than I'd ever believed possible, I saw him approaching us, carrying the coil of wire and the pliers that he'd shown me before.

He asked, "You ready to tie him off now?"

She answered, "Yeah. There surely ain't any more left inside him." She then moved back slightly, allowing him room to kneel beside me. I had already guessed what was going to be done to me, and when he cut off a length of the wire and double-wrapped it around my stretched flesh, as close as possible to my crotch, I wasn't surprised. Even the pain that shot through my body as he twisted the wire tight with the pliers couldn't overcome the lustful anticipation I was feeling right then.

That particular thing had never been done to my genitals, and I was surprised and almost ashamed when my cock simply fell sideways when he released it. Adele laughed, then both of them began to make fun of me for not being man enough to make my dick stand up when a beautiful, naked woman was right there beside me. I guess I was too far gone in lust by then, because my only reaction was to stare fixedly at her magnificent breasts and her bare crotch.

Her breathing was just as ragged as mine by then, and her rock-hard nipples stood there in mute testimony to her arousal. She could barely gasp out, "Let him down! Hurry!" Her husband almost ran to the winch to do as she demanded, and in just a few seconds, I was once again flat on my back on the floor.

As soon as the tension had been removed from the rope, she began to struggle to loosen the noose that had stretched my flesh so far, but her fingers were unable to do so. She told him to do it, and soon the rope was tossed aside, and that was the signal she'd been waiting for. With no hesitation, she straddled my midsection, then gasped out, "Put him in me! Hurry! Do it now!"

I stared in fascination between her widespread legs, watching as her husband lifted my still-hard penis that could no longer stand on its own. I saw him rub the head against her glistening slit, my only regret being that my cock was by then so numb that it could no longer feel anything. Even when he at last found her opening, and she began to impale herself on my erection, I felt nothing at all.

She accepted my manhood easily, probably more because of her intense arousal than my small size. At last the full length was buried in her, and I could see that my balls were touching her vagina. Her husband's hand was below there, encircling the stretched shaft and holding it upright for her use.

She leaned forward, then looked back under her body. From a great distance, I heard her gasp out, "It's not enough! I need all of it!" She then lifted up off me, and rested on her knees beside my prone body. Her eyes were directed at my genitals as she said breathlessly, "I need all of you inside me, queerboy. Is it okay if I fix it so everything can go in me?" I was in no condition to deny her anything she wanted, even if I had wanted to. My head just nodded, seemingly all on its own.

I hadn't even noticed that the man had left us, but just at that moment he dropped to his knees beside us, holding something that made my heart beat faster than ever. Clutched in his right hand was a deadly-looking butcher knife, it's razor-sharp cutting edge glinting in the light. In his other, he was holding a small pan, and seeing those two things so close to my glistening cock and tightly-drawn balls told me what their fate was to be. My only reaction was to open my mouth still more, trying in vain to feed air to my heaving chest.

Adele took the knife from her husband, then as she moved the point to rest against my ball bag, she said in a hoarse voice, "If we get rid of these useless little things, I can get all of you in my pussy. Is that what you want?" Unable to speak, I could only nod my head in mute assent, and then watch in fascination as the point of the knife disappeared under the stretched skin between my balls. I had wanted that to be done to me for as long as I could remember, and now that it was at last happening, my only regret was that I was so numb from being tied off that I couldn't feel it. Still, the sight of a naked woman castrating me so that she could impale herself more deeply on my erection was more than enough to fulfill my long-held fantasies.

She had obviously done that particular thing to other men, for her movements were both deliberate and sure. The knife blade moved almost too swiftly to follow as she sliced my sac from top to bottom, and then circled its neck. With her free hand, she peeled away the severed skin, revealing a sickly-white membrane that covered both testicles. Barely hesitating to drop the two flaps of skin in the pan, she sliced open the membrane, and then the three of us watched in rapt fascination as my balls slowly oozed out of their former prison.

Seemingly unable to wait for the cords to reach their maximum length, she grabbed both balls in one hand and pulled them toward her body. Again with quick sureness, she simply sliced ny balls free of their former home, and dropped them in the pan, to join the fragments of skin that had once covered and protected them.

Dropping the knife on the floor, she gasped, "Hurry!" All I could do was lie there in dumb silence, having no idea what I should do. Her husband must have known what she wanted, though, because he set down the pan and once again guided my dick into his wife as she settled atop me. This time she didn't hesitate to impale herself on my now-longer penis, and it was all he could do remove his hand quickly enough, before her wonderful vagina dropped to my abdomen.

Again and again she lifted her body until only the head of my cock was still inside, then almost lifted her feet free of the floor so she could impale herself once more. I was simply unable to do anything more than lie there, watching her fuck what had been my cock, but was now no more than an almost-dead dildo. I wanted to be able to feel what was happening, but there was no sense of touch left in my tied-off flesh.

At last she reached the pinnacle that is the right and reward of all women when they consent to have sex with a male. With one final plunge downward, she gasped out a fervent, "Jesus. . . H.. . . Chriiisssttt!" At that instant her head snapped back, seemingly strongly enough to break her neck. I saw her body shudder time after time, and her erect nipples seemed to grow even more and become even harder. It was the most wonderful orgasm I'd ever witnessed, and I felt such a deep sense of loss when it ended that I can't even begin to describe it.

After an eternity, her body slumped forward, and she placed her hands on my chest to brace herself. I felt keen disappointment when she took no notice of me then, but merely sat there as she regained her ability to breathe. Finally, she lifted herself free of my penis, then rose easily to her feet. She looked to her husband then, saying excitedly, "I'm starved! Are they about done yet?" It was at that moment that my sense of smell revived, and the delicious scent of cooking meat made me ravenous.

I turned my head toward the man, and saw that he was standing beside the barbeque, using a fork to stir something in the pan of boiling oil. He said, "Yep. Nice and brown. Oughta be real tasty." He then used the fork to dip out whatever he'd been cooking, placed it on a plate beside two forks, and walked back to us.

I knew what was lying on the plate, and when my eyes confirmed that assumption, all I could do was moan in ecstasy. When Adele picked up one of the forks, stabbed her share of the meat, and held it up for me to see, I moaned even louder and gasped for breath.

It had been my fantasy for years to be castrated by my lover, and then to be "forced" to watch while she joyfully cooked her prizes, then ate them sensuously as my glazed eyes watched every move. That it was now both a man and woman doing that did nothing but double my lust, and it was impossible for me to move my gaze from one to the other fast enough to watch every nibble and bite.

Since my nuts had been so small, it didn't take them long to finish their snack. Adele then asked, "Chitlins?" I had no idea what that word meant, but her husband obviously didn't share my confusion. He merely walked back to the barbeque, and once again dipped something from the pan of boiling oil. This time when he returned, there were two things lying on the plate that looked like nothing more than overcooked potato chips. As I realized they were the remains of my sac, each of them daintily picked up one of the "chips" and began to nibble on it. The crunching sounds I heard as their teeth bit into the things told me how crisp and tasty they were, and once again my hunger assailed me.

As soon as the last bite had been swallowed, they helped me to my feet, then almost carried me to a position beneath the second noose. Adele's loving hands placed the noose over my head, then carefully positioned it under my left ear before drawing it snugly around my neck. She put both her hands on my shoulders as she stood in front of me, then said, "I want to give you a great big kiss good-bye, 'cause you gave me one of my best cums ever." And she did.

The plank was once again placed across the two footstools, and they helped me step up on it. As before, my feet were pulled to the sides, until they were resting on the stools. The man then removed the plank before walking back to his station beside the winch. She stood there looking tenderly at my face as her husband cranked the winch until the rope had pulled me onto my tiptoes. That seemed to be the signal she'd been waiting for, and she said, "You're the best queerboy we've ever had here. Maybe we should keep you for our pet. Would you like that?"

By then the rope was so tight, and my throat was so ravaged from screaming in agony, that it was far beyond my ability to answer. I tried to nod my answer, but even that was beyond me. She said softly, "You have to earn it. Show me how much you love me, and prove that you'd do anything for me." She then stopped speaking and stepped back far enough that she could see my entire body. Saying nothing further, she merely pointed to one of my feet, then gazed intently at my face.

There was no doubt whatsoever what I had to do to please her, and so I did it. My legs struggled to close, and to drag my toes off the footstools that supported them. Inch by inch they worked their way closer to the edges, and then with one final move, they dropped into the thin air between the stools.

The noose tightened in slow motion, and it was impossible for my laboring lungs to gain the life-giving air they demanded. My body began to jerk and dance, far beyond my ability to control it, and with every second my field of vision drew inward, until at last the only thing I could see was my lover, who was finally giving me what I'd wanted for so many years.

At that moment, my body reacted as I'd read it would, and I felt the most agonizing pain ever. I knew my crotch was thrusting forward as it tried to find a target for the semen that was my body was trying to expel. Over and over the spasms wracked me, but the simple piece of wire that had been tightly wrapped around the base of my cock prevented anything from happening.

As I began to lose consciousness, I could hear them laughing at my gyrations. The last thing I felt was Adele's arms encircling me, holding me tight, and then her voice cried out, "Now! Hurry!" The rapid clicking of the winch handle was the last I knew of that day.

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"Jesus H. Christ! You fucking pervert! That's the best one ever!"

My wife looked up from her chair, where she'd been reading the story I'd written for her. Her approval was evident not only in her words, but also in all the indications she gave of being sexually aroused. Her delicious mouth was half open as her lungs gasped for air; her eyes were wide with approval and love; most of all, though, her magnificent breasts were heaving and I could see her wonderful nipples like twin towers under her blouse. The overpowering scent of her aroused vagina only confirmed what I'd already known, and I blushed with pride at her approval of the words I'd written.

We've been writing stories like that for each other for a long time now, and the extra dimension they add to our sex lives is beyond wonderful. I've never been as good as it as she is, and had put lots of extra effort in my latest story, hoping it'd make her more horny than ever before. Judging by her words and the response of her body, I must have been successful.

That was confirmed when she said, "I'm going to take you out to our special room tonight and do all those things to you. Twice!"

The End