It all began when my wife was about to give me head. I looked down at her face as she laid on her belly between my legs. Lucy gripped my shaft tightly with her right hand as she dug her nails in. With a wicked glint in her eyes she said, “I could do you a lot of damage here.”

“Do I looked frightened?” I dared.

She laughed and then bit hard in my shaft at its base as she gave a squeal. “Oh I want to bite it off! She exclaimed.

“Then you should.”

“I will one day.” She replied.

“Then you can have it stuffed and mounted.”

“Donger boy.” She said with a laugh. She liked to hurt my cock ever since I showed her a trick I’ve learned to like. Since I was 16 I loved to wank my shaft. I’d squeeze the balls hard to make the veins bulge and turn purple. I experimented with all forms of wanking and ways to heighten pleasure. One way was, was to shove things into the opening, such as sliding ball point pens in all the way. It was easy, I’d put some spit on the tip, lick the pen and slide it in. It’s a great feeling to feel an object slide in, it’s painful yet exciting.

It is a bit risky if you don’t do it right. I showed the trick to a friend and his girl friend. He’s photographer and so I wanted to show him my latest trick. His girl friend was amazed to se me slide a sharp metal pen into my meat shaft. As it slid out after I shoved it in she said, let me push it back. I told her, go for it. She then pushed down. I felt a slight burn inside my shaft. Then some blood oozed out of the tip of my cock. She was shocked and asked, did I hurt you?

Trying not to show that I was shocked I said, it’s only a scratch. As the pen came out so did more blood. Lucky for my cock the wound healed within minutes.

But a few days later I had to see if I could still handle doing this. It worked fine.

Basically, once a pen is in, and you stop holding it in, the cock slowly drives it out. You see it rise out and then fall out. The cock is then burning for a bursting wank. I showed Lucy this trick to and also with a AAA battery, she was amazed! She then tried to shove it back after it slid out. She shoved it deeper by adding pressure behind it as she squeezed the cock, moving the battery down deeper into my dick closer to the base. Her aim was to get it as deep as she could. I stood in front of her as she sat down on the bedroom chair. Then she waited for it to be forced out by the cock’s natural urge to push it out. The battery slowly rose, popped out through the opening and fell to the floor. Then she laughed and lurched forward and slapped the cock hard. It bounced left and right. That thrilled her so she slapped it again. And again, my cock bouncing wildly left and right, stinging with each hard slap, turning a brighter red each time!

“Did that hurt?” she asked.

“Nope… why don’t you slap my balls,” I challenged her.

I leaned back to make them easier to hit, so she did it.

She seemed to enjoy the idea of crushing my balls.

Yet, sex with her was something I had to book with her, it was a session when she allowed it. One day I found out why. You see, three nights a week she was baby-sitting. Well so she said. One day I followed her and after parking my car out of sight, I hid behind a tree near the house that she had gone into, it was a brothel. So my wife was a hooker.

I went home that night and I wanted to strangle her but as I lay in bed alone waiting for her to come home I found that my cock was hard, the idea of her cheating on me was a turn on. Here I was wanking at night whilst she got fucked for cash. So when she came home that night I was awake waiting for her. As she climbed into bed I began to fondle her.

“Not now, I’m feeling fucked.”

“I know you are,” I thought.

“Please?”

“Well make it quick.”

And quick it was. Within a minute I came filing the cunt that had just been pounded by so many other men.

She then shoved me away, and said, now I’ve got to get this shit in me cleaned out, it pisses me off that you want to fuck me now.

“Sorry…”

“You know,” she said, “You got a big cock with useless balls, they always burst too fast.”

“I know, I can’t help it, the balls just love you…”

“Well sometimes I’d wish they’d be cut off.”

She the got some tissues and added, “I’m to tired to wash that shit of yours away tonight, you cum should go up an arse, cause shit should be where it belongs.”

“What do you mean?’

“Well, what makes you think you puny seed means anything to anyone! Fuck you’re a useless wanker sometimes!”

It was always like that with her, she was either sexy with me or downright fucking mean.

One day she was too drunk to go to work after guzzling a whole bottle of wine. So we had a date. When we had dates, she’d always begin with the threat that she could do me a lot of damage. Well this time I was also drunk and I said, “well do it then.”

She then said, “I fucking will.”

With that she got a rubber band and stretched it over my balls, pushing them tight against the sack as the base squeezed tight.

“Tonight you are going to get you very finest and very last cum… I’m going to slice those filthy fucking useless balls off at the very point they want to shoot.’

She then left the room and came back with a kitchen knife. She showed me the knife and with its point, she ran it teasingly over the cock from the tip down towards my aching balls.

“This is your choice, I either cut off the cock or slice off the balls…well? Castration? Or penectomy, what is it to be?”

She began to kiss the tip of the throbbing mass of grotesque male meat. I can understand why she hate cocks at times, they can look so mean, uncaring and brutish. I have believed for years now that men are ugly and that women are superior. Let’s face it, women are beautiful and yet they are fucked by ugly cocks. Then she said…

“I’d rather have a black man’s seed fill my cunt and a lesbian to bring me to an orgasm than to have that shit in your balls that you call sperm in me.”

But she said is sweetly and teasingly as she sucked my cock and stroked the shaft.

“Well, speak up you wanker… is it castration?”

“Yes, yes…” I hesitantly mutter.

‘That will not do if you want the ultimate blow job…BEG ME you bastard, Beg to be castrated!”

“Oh, sure, er… Castrate me.” I said.

“Louder!” she snapped. “And with feeling or it’s over between us!”

“Castrate me…”

“Louder!”

Castrated Me…

“Louder you wanker, LOUDER!”

“CASTRATE ME!”

“LOUDER!” she souted as she wanked and sucked and bit my cock, making me say anything.

“YES LUCY, CASTRATE ME… FUCKING CUT MY BALLS OFF! YOU FUCKING WHORE! FUCKING CASTRATE ME!!! Cut those FUCKING FILTHY BALLS OFF!!!!”

She wanked frantically and the craziness was a turn on.

“Please Lucy KILL MY FUCKING SHIT BALLS!”

She loved this and she sucked and wanked with so much skill that the balls were about to burst.

My prostitute wife had mastered her profession and she was giving me the best blow job ever and the very thought that this was going to be my last made it feel all the better. The thrill was heightened by the sensation of the sharp cold had steel blade that she held ready for the final deed to my balls.

But she had a surprise up her sleeve. My screaming to be de-balled was the que for someone she brought along. A naked black man walked into the room with a big grin on his face. He grabbed her from behind and shove his black meat deep into my wife. She didn’t flinch, she kept on giving me head. This was so good, she had it all planned. As my seed was gong to be destroyed forever, a black man was to go into my wife’s cunt. She’d forbid my seed from her body but opened her body to a smug African to pound her meat pocket to fill her innards with his negro seed.

Suddenly it began to happen, Lucy understood the moment, it had to be right, not too soon, not too late.

The sensation reached that critical point where pain would be pleasure, it was only a short point in time and the whore knew when to cut. At the point that I was screaming, “Aaaaarh” in climatic pleasure, the knife made a swift, digging and clean cut! The burning pain of the swift slice into my flesh and the intense feeling of ejaculation blended into on ecstatic blur. Both blood and sperm mingled, some in her mouth due to what came from the tip and from the open wound. She then clamped up the wound and I passed out in pain.

It seems the black man was a doctor, so he sewed me up. I recalled as I passed hearing him groan and laugh as he shoot his load deep in her whilst my load was sliced away.

I’ve seen him fuck her often since that ultimate cum. It’s the best sight to see as his black flesh controls her white body. On the shelf above the bed sits a pickle jar, in that solution sits my balls.