MODERN MODS

Chapter 8

My memory of the hours after that time on the table are spotty at best, at least for the following few days. I think I can recall the men carrying me up the stairs, and I also have a foggy memory of Sharon and Chad helping me walk through our house, although it seemed to me that a great deal of time had passed between those two events.

I'm sure that at some point in time, probably at night, because the table lamp was turned on, I was lying in our bed and it was bouncing wildly, even though I willed it to be still. When I turned my head slightly to the side, I saw my wife lying there on her back, and my best friend on top of her. They were both completely naked, and her legs were locked around his thighs as she tried to pull him even deeper inside her body. My only thought was that I must try to stay awake, because they would need me when they had spent themselves, but even that wasn't enough to keep me from sliding back into the depths of sleep.

My only truly clear memory came when I awoke in bed alone, and the lamp was off, but the room was brightly lit by sunlight streaming through the west window. My brain was working well enough that I knew that meant it was afternoon, but I had no idea of which day.

I tried to move my body closer to the edge of the bed, so that I could get up, but a painful tugging in my crotch froze me in place. The pain brought back the memories of the night spent at Ray's house, and then later tied to the table in his basement. I simply couldn't stop the images of me on my knees, sucking off my best friend, and then four other men as my wife watched. I experienced again the painful stretching that came when I was secured to the table, and how it was soon forgotten as my nipples were pierced by padlocks, and then my balls received the same treatment, but with large, metal rings.

Then came the insertion of the glass tube down the full length of my pee hole, followed by torture worse than any I'd ever fantasized about, as Sharon and her lovers used wooden rods to beat my penis and shatter the glass within it. As I relived the horrible, agonizing pain that had given me, I couldn't understand why it was absent right then, but when I lifted the sheet that covered me, my final memory of that night shot through my brain.

My crotch was completely flat, except for the small gauze dressing that covered the place where my organ used to be. In its place was a small, plastic tube that exited the bandage and disappeared over the side of the bed. I knew then the reason why my little dick could no longer feel the effects of being beaten and shredded: it was no longer there to feel anything whatsoever. With that understanding, the final memory of the night returned, and in my mind's eye I could see my wife bending over my crotch, very deliberately severing my manhood from my body with a butcher knife.

Sharon walked into the bedroom just then, and as I turned to look at her, she greeted me. "Hi, honey. How're you feeling? God, I thought you were never going to wake up. Ray's been giving you some sort of shots since the party at his house, and you've been sleeping most of the time ever since."

She had reached my side of the bed by then, and after flipping back the sheet, leaned over my midsection to inspect it. She said softly, "I think it's about time to change your dressing now. I just can't wait to actually see what you look like down here, in the light of day." She then jerked the strips of tape off my abdomen, and then removed the bandage, being careful to not move the tube. Even as careful as she was, though, I could still feel movement deep inside me, as if the thing ran completely through my body.

She was frozen in place as she gazed intently at her handiwork, and I'm sure she scarcely breathed the whole time. After a long time, she looked at my face, then said, "It's beautiful, honey. I just can't tell you how hot it makes me to know that I finally made you a eunuch. God, I've thought about doing that to you since way back in high school, when we were dating. I guess that's probably why I decided to marry you instead of Chad, because I must have been able to tell way down deep that you wanted the same thing, but he never would."

She then stood and walked over to the dresser, and brought back a large hand mirror, saying, "I'm sure you're curious, too, so I'll let you take a good look at it." She then held the mirror about halfway between my crotch and my knees, then angled it until I could see my new condition.

Of course, the first thing I saw was the ravaged tissue where my penis had once been attached. The only indication that there ever had been anything there was a swollen mound of flesh, about half an inch high. It didn't look at all like skin, though, but more like a piece of meat that had been left too long on a backyard barbecue. I couldn't understand why it wasn't giving me agonizing pain, but then recalled her reference to "the shots" that Ray had given me, and was sure that was the answer.

Finally satisfied with her inspection, she placed the mirror on the bedside table, and picked up the glass of water sitting there. She lifted my head with one arm, while tilting the glass to my parched lips. After I had swallowed all I wanted, she returned the glass to the table and then walked to the adjoining bathroom, returning with a sack that seemed to be filled with things for a new dressing.

She deftly fashioned a new bandage, taping it in place as the first one had been. Then, as she stood to leave, she said, "That should hold you for awhile, honey. Now I want you to go back to sleep. I'm sure you need lots of rest to get ready for the new life we're going to have. I want you recovered well enough that you can be awake when Chad comes home from work. He always likes to fuck me as soon as he comes through the door, and then again after supper, and then another two or three times after we get in bed. I'm sure getting tired of all that cum running down my legs, so I want you ready to lap it up like a good little doggy."

With that, she closed the drapes on the bedroom window, and left the room after saying, "Good night. We'll come in to see how you're doing after he gets home and fucks me."

I spent several minutes lying quietly there, slowly drifting off to sleep, and thinking not only about what I'd seen in the mirror, but also what she'd told me. I was certain there was something in her words that hadn't yet registered on my brain, and it continued to nag at me. Then, just as I was on the brink of falling asleep, I remembered her saying, "when he comes home," and I got an inkling of just how different things now were. Then I slept.

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When I was awakened by someone shaking my shoulder, there was still light coming through the window, around the closed drapes, but I could tell it was later in the day. As my eyes focused, I saw both Sharon and Chad standing by the bed, and my sleepy brain took several seconds to realize they were both completely naked. Chad's cock was about half erect, and from the way it glistened in the dim light, I was sure I knew what they had been doing just moments before.

Sharon confirmed my supposition, since she was standing there with her legs clamped tightly together as she said, "Honey, would you like a little something to eat now. It's been almost three days since you've had anything. Are you hungry?"

In a rush, the lust I'd last felt on Saturday night, which must have been centuries ago, came back, accompanied by a renewed jolt of agony as the inner parts of my penis tried to come erect. I knew what she wanted me to do, and even though my body was protesting in every part, that just wasn't enough to overcome my perverted nature. I weakly nodded my head, and then croaked, "Yes."

She said to Chad, "Lover, let him clean you up first, and then he can do me. Hurry, 'cause it's starting to run out."

He stepped closer to the bed, then very gently lifted my head and drew it to his crotch. As his cock disappeared inside my welcoming mouth, I felt once again the very-strange sensation of his barbell as it entered. He sighed in contentment as I took in all of him I could, and then again as I began to run my tongue over his glans, suddenly feeling as if I were starving. In an instant I was ravenously licking and sucking him, hoping against hope that he would feed me his semen as he had done on that fateful night.

From a faraway distance, I heard Sharon say, "That's enough, honey. I want him to save all his cum for me. You can have it later, after we've fucked again. Right now, I need to use your mouth for a little while."

And she did. Almost before her lover could step away from the bed, she was mounting my chest and forcing my head to the sheet. As she settled into her familiar position atop me, she sighed, then whispered, "God, I've waited so long to have my eunuch cucky eat another man's cum out of my pussy. Damn, that feels good." Then, she became quiet as she concentrated of feeding me every delicious drop of what she had for me.

I knew my efforts to pleasure her were not having the desired effect, mostly because I just couldn't seem to summon up the concentration necessary to do it correctly. Sharon must have taken pity on me, because after my feeble attempts had done no more than remove her lover's cum from her pussy, but not given her the reward I knew she deserved, she said, "Okay, honey, that's good enough for now. I know you're still pretty groggy from the painkillers, so I won't punish you this time for not making me cum. But don't think you're going to get off this easy once you're recovered. You left me high and dry all those years, and it's just not going to be like that any more."

As she climbed off my face, she said in her sweetest voice, "You get back to sleep now, honey. We'll come to bed after awhile, and you can have another snack then." I watched groggily as she and Chad walked away, with her arm wrapped around him and his hand fondling her beautiful backside. As they made their way through the door, his middle finger disappeared between her cheeks, and I felt once again a surge of lust as my tongue yearned to replace his finger. Then I drifted back to sleep.

The next day, which I was told was Wednesday, was marked by a visit from Ray. Sharon had told me that he was the one who had been doing most of the care I required, and that he was uniquely qualified in that area since he was an emergency-room nurse at a local hospital. I hadn't known that about him, but when I remembered how he'd always impressed me as being trustworthy, I knew he was well-suited to the work.

When he came into the bedroom where I lay, he greeted me and then peeled back the sheet. He told me that he was going to remove the catheter, since my healing was going well, and it was time for me to be up and about.

After removing the bandage, he held a pad of gauze around the place where the tube exited my body, and then used his other hand to begin gently pulling the thing out of my pee hole. Even though he was very careful, and kept rotating the catheter slowly to ease its exit, I couldn't help but think all my insides were being pulled out right along with it. At last it was completely free, and to my surprise large parts of my body weren't sticking to it.

Ray then examined the wound, and after several seconds pronounced me infection-free and well on the road to complete recovery. He spread some sort of stuff over the cauterized flesh, then positioned a small bandage over that before covering me with the sheet.

As soon as that part was finished, he sat on the edge of the bed next to me, saying, "You know, Glenn, Sharon is so proud of you she's just about to bust. She just can't stop talking about how brave you were when we did all those things to you, and what a wonderful husband you are, and how much she loves you. You're just about the luckiest man in the world, as far as I'm concerned."

I tried to agree with him, but he ignored me and went on, "I know for a fact that you have the most-wonderful wife ever. Believe me, I know, 'cause I've been married twice. It has to be the rarest thing in the world for a woman to know what her man needs, and not only that, but to give it to him. It's also told me something about you, too, and I know the other guys agree with me. And it's that you're pretty fucking special, yourself. Otherwise, she wouldn't have had anything to do with you."

He stopped to gather his thoughts for awhile, then continued, "The first time I ever saw her was when Chad brought her to one of our parties about six months ago. God, she was so beautiful she just glowed, and I know all of us fell in love with her right from the start. And then, when she let all of us fuck her, it was almost more than we could do to let her leave. I guess the only way we could do that was because she told us she needed to get home to her husband and make him clean up the mess we'd made in her pussy. God, what a woman!"

I could only agree with him, and then try to come to terms with the fact that right from the first time my wife had returned from her "women's club," she'd been feeding me the semen of other men. I'd already suspected that was the case, but now that it had been confirmed beyond a doubt, it just made me even more happy and in love than I'd been before.

I then tried to thank Ray for what he'd been doing for me, but he just said, "Not a problem, bro. I've been doing this for guys ever since I got into heavy mods, although I have to admit what we did to you has to be way beyond anything we've ever done before. God, when she put that glass tube down your dick, and then we started beating it, it was just the hottest thing any of us had ever done."

He paused again to collect his thoughts, then stood. As he unzipped his jeans and reached inside them, he said, "There is the little problem of my bill, though, . . . ."

By the time his brightly-colored cock was exposed to my avid eyes, it was already almost fully erect, and with a surge of lust I swung my legs over the side of the bed, totally oblivious to the pain that gave me, and fell to my knees. I wrapped my arms around his thighs to draw him closer, and as his throbbing organ disappeared inside my mouth, I sighed in contentment, knowing I'd found my true calling: not only would I be serving the most-wonderful woman in the world, but her lovers would figure prominently, also. I loved thinking about what the future would bring.

Continued in Chapter 9.