Once we were back in the room, I asked Brad to lay out the sexy sleepwear I had purchased just before the trip here. He then helped me to undress. As he removed my thong, he noticed it was soaked. I told him to suck on it to get the juices out. He then helped me into my teddy. As we were finishing, there was a knock at the door and I sent Brad to answer it. When he opened it I heard a male voice asking for Gwen and Brad brought him into the sitting room. As I entered, he bowed and introduced himself as Paulo.

I could tell that Paulo was probably Pilipino. He was tall, early twenties with a well-toned physique. Hanging between his legs was a ball sack the size of a softball with a flaccid but still long and thick cock hanging in front of it.

I told Brad that Paulo would be joining us for the night and asked him to pour a glass of wine for each of us. While Brad was getting the wine, I walked over for a closer inspection of Paulo. Mariel did well. I told him he was quite a stud. After each received a wine glass from Brad, we held the glasses to each other's lips to drink.

I then told Brad, as he had probably already guessed, that Paulo has been provided to show both of us what a fucking by a real man is like. I told Brad that his responsibility would be to get him hard for me. Brad looked at me for a moment, seemingly processing the request and simultaneously thinking about where all of this was going. Then, without a sound, he dropped to his knees in front of Paulo and started sucking his cock. As Brad was fluffing Paulo, I told him that after Paulo is ready, Brad was to sit next to the bed and watch us fuck and when Paulo has finished, I will reward him with a cream pie."

Paulo was as virile as he was muscular and responded immediately to Brad's mouth. I suspect he had been through this with many others before me. I heard Brad gagging and looked down from kissing Paulo to see that Paulo's tube had inflated to twice the thickness and lengthened to 10 inches or so. Brad was struggling to get him in his mouth. I pushed Brad with my hand and said "I'll take over." Since a mistress never kneels in front of a slave, we moved to the bedroom and I had Paulo lie on the bed. I did want to sample him for myself. I could see why Brad was struggling. Paulo was by far, thicker and longer than anyone I had fucked before. His cock was rock-hard, standing straight up.

I moved to get on my knees on the bed, and told Brad to take Paulo's cock and guide it into my pussy. I was literally dripping wet but it still took some effort to get him in as far as he could go. When he was halfway in, I told Brad, "That is about as far I you were ever able to go." I then told Brad to move to the chair on the side of the bed and watch how a real man fucks a woman.

Paulo proceeded to fuck me as I have never been fucked before. I orgasmed three times, the third coinciding with Paulo unloading a huge cum load into my pussy.

When Paulo collapsed after his last cum had spurted into me, I called Brad to come into the bed and told him to first clean Paulo's cock, after he pulls out of me. Paulo withdrew, only slightly deflated at this point but he was soft enough to more easily be squeezed into Brad's mouth. I could see Brad struggling to move his tongue to clean him. As Brad finished up, I noticed that Paulo was actually starting to harden again.

I then told Brad to lay face-up on the bed. I had been holding in a position that would retain most of Paulo's cum load. Once Brad was in place, I quickly rolled over and centered my pussy over Brad's mouth and ordered him to clean me and to swallow all of it. After he had taken most of the load, I decided it was time to tell him what was coming up next week.

I told Brad that I had met with Mariel at the end of the performance this evening, at which time she offered me an opportunity to have his dick removed next week. I told him that based on his response at the performance, I was going to tell Mariel that you will be the star of the show next week. I told him that a week from now, he would no longer have his little inadequate penis. I looked down between his legs and his penis was fully erect, telling me he was on board with the plan. We all then tried to sleep for a while and then repeated the fuck and clean cycle again before Paulo left around dawn the morning. I say tried to sleep because I don't think Brad slept a lot. He had a lot on his mind.

Following breakfast, I called Mariel, thanked her for the use of Paulo and informed her of my decision to accept her offer.

Mariel was ecstatic and said she would come over to review the schedule, leading up to next week's event and finalize the details. Mariel explained that there were several preliminary requirements to ensure everything goes smoothly during the performance and following. Brad and I would be meeting with the medical team to review his fitness for the penile amputation as well as go over the production aspects, telling him what to expect at various points in the performance.

The medical team determined that Brad was healthy and cleared him for the penectomy. They explained that he would be mildly sedated for the performance. A local anesthesia would be injected into his penis. Because of potential bleeding complications they could not rely on chemicals such as Viagra to ensure an erection. Therefore he needed to be sufficiently conscious and aware to achieve and maintain an erection, limiting the amount of sedative to something less than what would be sufficient to completely eliminate the pain. As he saw during the last performance, there is unavoidable trauma but the man did not scream. It was also explained that Brad would receive immediate follow-up surgery to clean up the machete wound so that, essentially, there would be no stump left. There would also be a urethral reroute to deal with the practical need to be able to urinate while sitting down. A small hole would be created between his ball sack and his anus to which the urethra would be routed and sewn in place. We were told it is very unlikely he will encounter any problems controlling his bladder. A rehearsal was scheduled for the next day. Brad was measured for the length from the floor to his penis, so a log could be custom-cut to the correct height. Finally, two of the cockless slaves we saw in the last production were brought in to reassure us and answer any questions we may have.

At the rehearsal, everything happened as it would during the performance except that a strap-on dildo was used for the actual severing. The log height was tested, Brad was given the sedative and penile injection to ensure he could still have and maintain an erection throughout the performance. Of course, the slave having the penectomy is the greatest variable in each performance and it is very important to the performance that he be able to have and maintain an erection until the moment the penis is severed. When Brad was positioned at the log, instead of his penis being placed on the surface, it was pulled down behind the edge along with his ball sack. Everything went as expected during the rehearsal.

For the next few days leading up to the performance, I spent evenings with slaves provided by Mariel and Brad performed as he did with Paulo. During the day, we spent time talking about his soon-to-be state and service as a nullified slave. I asked him how he was feeling about becoming a fluffer and cum cleaner for me and my lovers as well as providing oral service to me on request. His hard penis betrayed his answer even before he spoke. Soon, I would not have that available to communicate his erotic feelings. As with all other changes, we would need to adapt.

Finally, performance day arrived. I had allowed Brad to jack off once each day between rehearsal and today but yesterday was the final time. We wanted his libido peaking this evening so he could maintain an erection throughout the performance. Brad was taken backstage to a green room where he would receive the sedative and the penile injections. I dressed with a short skirt and no panties, to allow easy access to masturbate during the performance. I was escorted to the center table and I took my seat. I noticed the invited women and their slaves arriving and taking their places at the tables, just as I had done a week earlier.

Just as before, the four cockless dancers began the show. At the appointed time, the curtain raised and there was Brad, standing between two geldings. His penis was rock-hard, twitching as he does when very aroused. I could see precum reflecting light at the tip of his penis. The machete glistened in its own spotlight, as it protruded from the wooden stump.

I was incredibly wet between my legs and started using my fingers to masturbate. The music stopped and the room fell quiet. Brad was escorted to my table and the MC of the show quietly asked me if I was ready to proceed. I whispered "yes." I then took Brad's penis in my unbusy left hand, bent down, licked the precum from the tip and gave a farewell kiss to the top it's head. If he could feel it, that would be the last pleasure it would ever experience.

Brad was escorted back behind the wood stump. Two of the dancers secured a cord around his erect penis head and then used wire to tie off the penis in two places so it would minimize bleeding when it was severed between them. The wire was hand-tightened as must as possible; then, pliers were used to twist it down tighter, sinking the wire deep into his cock flesh. I could see him flinch slightly as the wire tightened into him.

He kneeled behind the log and one of his escorts made sure his balls were secure on the back side. The escorts pressed against him to ensure his balls did not pull up onto the surface of the wooden stump. The free end of the cord attached to his penis was brought to me by the third dancer and, as previously instructed, I pulled it tight enough to stretch his cock over the stump. The dramatic music told the audience the moment had arrived. I could tell Brad had some discomfort, probably from the wire digging deeply into his erectile tissue.

The fourth dancer raised the machete, awaiting a signal from me. I was masturbating and approaching orgasm. As the orgasm started, I screamed,"NOW!" and the mirror-polished stainless steel machete’s razor-sharp blade fell. I sensed the cord going slack. I heard everyone around me gasp as well as hearing a groan from Brad. I looked toward him and saw him slouch back into the arms of his two escorts. The MC had raised the cord with the severed penis still attached at the head. The audience exploded in applause.

As for me, I had an incredible orgasm. I let out an orgasmic scream of "Oh God!” For a few moments, I was unaware of the applause, the MC or anything else going on around me. When my awareness returned, I again heard the applause and saw the two gelding escorts pulling Brad backward and the curtain closed in front of them.

The medical team would go to work immediately to redirect his urethra, remove the remaining stump and to seal off the blood vessels that were being restrained by the wire.

Another team would work to preserve Brad's severed penis. For this, there were several options. You could have it simply preserved in a flaccid or erect state is a polycarbonate block. Most women chose the option I did which was to have it preserved, in an erect state, inside a polycarbonate dildo. If a woman had a particular lover that she enjoyed, a mold of his erect cock could be taken ahead of time and used for making the dildo. This would the eunuch husband to masturbate her when the lover was unavailable. The husband would know she was receiving pleasure while being reminded of what he has given up in his love for her.

The severed penis was preserved in an acrylic substance and presented to me before we departed the island. After healing for several days, they packed Brad's severed area so we could travel home. After two months, he had sufficiently healed that you could barely tell where his penis had been attached. As expected, Brad has become an expert fluffer and cum-eating slut as well as providing oral service to me that is second-to-none.