Chapter 9

After I'd finished sucking off Ray, he helped me back in bed, and then ordered me to get some sleep. As he left the room, he told me he'd given Sharon instructions, and she was going to take over my care from then on. That made me feel so content that in only a couple minutes, I was sound asleep again, and hopefully had pleasant dreams of being humiliated, punished, tortured, and used as a boy-toy, as well as all the other fantasies submissives have non-stop. However, if that was the case, I don't remember them, darn it.

After that, I recovered quickly, as Ray had said I would. Oddly enough, the largest part of the pain that night had given me was not in my crotch, as most people would probably think. Apparently removing a person's penis, after having inserted two, very-large, stainless-steel rings through his balls, doesn't cause as much pain as I had hoped and feared. That's not to say I felt nothing down there, though, because I certainly did. It's just that the pain was overshadowed by another part of my body.

That part, as anyone knows who has been subjected to the kind of immobilization I was, was my upper thighs, especially right where they joined my crotch. The extreme stretching that area received must have strained the muscles and ligaments there almost beyond their ability to absorb such punishment. It was more than a week before I could walk without limping and gasping in pain from that part of my body, and almost two before I could move around without constantly being reminded of my time on the table in Ray's basement.

I did recover, though, with the careful nurturing of my wife and her lover. Chad had moved in with us full time, and had taken over my previous role as her husband in all those ways that most men would define that part of married life. He continued to make love to her several times each day, he sat at the head of the table at mealtimes, he issued orders to me just as she did, and was in every way as secure in her love as was I.

When it was bedtime, the three of us would do our usual preparations and then climb in our king-size bed. Sharon would be in the middle to start with, although that arrangement was fluid, based on what they wanted to do. Almost as if they were newlyweds, which in many ways they were, they had sex every night except at those times when, as she would say, she was "indisposed." As any cuckold would, I looked forward with all my heart to those times when I was allowed to watch another man making love to my wife, and even more to those wonderful "duties" I was ordered to perform when they at last uncoupled.

However, even as thrilling and satisfying as those days were, there was always a sense of anticipation as the date approached one month after that night when I had been made a eunuch. Sharon had referred several times to the magazine article she'd read as a girl, which detailed how a woman had used her husband for her pleasure and relief, and she always said that the author had waited one month after her husband's penectomy before his training began in earnest.

I'd never seen the calendar roll by so slowly.

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As soon as I had recovered from most of the aftereffects of that night at Ray's house, Sharon and Chad informed me that they had been looking for a bigger house, and when they found one that was suitable, they'd buy it. I knew that the house she and I were buying, with the bank's help, was too small for three adults, but I guess the part that surprised me most was the understanding that my best friend would be living with us from then on. I guess that in the back of my mind I'd always thought he'd move back to his own house at some time in the future, but when they told me that our house and his would both be sold to pay for the new one, I knew I'd been mistaken, and that they were committed to each other for the long term. That was good news to me, for by then I was hopelessly addicted to the taste and feel of his semen in my mouth, and I loved that his living with us meant the opportunity to indulge my addiction would be greater.

As the end of my 30-day recovery period was in its final week, Chad came rushing in the door late one afternoon. After he and Sharon had kissed, instead of them tearing off each other's clothes as usual so they could make love on the carpet just inside the front door, he said, "I think I found the perfect house for us. It's not only bigger than either of ours, but it has a full basement with high ceilings. I looked at it this afternoon, and I think it'll be just what we need."

Sharon could sense his excitement, and said, "Well, do you want to go look at it right now, or should we fuck first?"

He replied, "Sweetie, I'd never in the world turn down a chance to screw you, but right now all I can think of is that house, and I probably wouldn't be able to concentrate as much as you deserve. Why don't we drive out there right now, and then we can do that other thing when we get back."

She quickly agreed with him, and it was easy to see that she'd caught his excitement. She told me to go get dressed, since as soon as I had recovered enough to get out of bed, I'd been told in no uncertain terms that from that time on I was to remain naked when at home. The only times I was allowed to wear clothes were when we had "mainstream" visitors, or when we left the house.

I rushed off to the bedroom and returned in just a few minutes fully clothed and ready to go. The three of us got in Chad's car and he headed out of town to a development that had been built about five years before. It was heavily forested, and the builder had made every attempt to save as many of the trees as possible, which gave each house a seclusion not normally associated with living in the suburbs of a large metropolitan area.

The realtor who had shown Chad the house just hours before had given him a key when he expressed a serious interest in buying it. When he told her that he needed to show it first to someone else, and that he'd like to do that in private, the woman had said, simply enough, "No problem. You're a well-known businessman, and I don't mind at all lending you a key for a private showing. Just get it back to me tomorrow, and tell me what you think of the place."

The house was almost invisible from the street, due to the landscaping, and it was only when we were about halfway up the driveway that we first saw it. I think Sharon fell in love with it at first sight, and, of course, that was good enough for me.

When we walked through the front door, she began exclaiming over all the built-ins and the high ceilings throughout, saying they gave the place such an airy feeling, rather than the cramped atmosphere in our house. We toured the bedrooms, with Chad extolling the virtues of having so many because, as he said, "When the guys come for a party, there'll be lots of places for them to sleep when they're too worn out to screw you any more." That brought peals of laughter from the two of them. As for me, about all I could think about was that if we bought this house, maybe another fantasy of mine would be made real: I had long fantasized about watching as my wife was "gang-banged" by an unending stream of men, and being forced to clean her pussy between sessions.

I could tell that Sharon was right on the verge of giving her approval for the purchase, but was still a tiny bit reluctant to commit to such a large purchase. The final straw for her came when Chad led us down a flight of stairs to the basement, and when he turned on all the lights, her eyes got teary, and she said softly, "I love it."

Although it was just one big room at that time, she evidently was seeing it differently in her mind's eye. She walked toward one end of the basement, saying, "We'll build a wall right here, and this will be his training room. Then, over here, we'll build another wall, and it can be our torture chamber. We won't need to use Ray's little basement any more when we get some guy that thinks he wants to be modded. The high ceiling should be just right for some pulleys and hooks, and should be lots better for swinging a whip. God, it'll be just perfect, won't it, lover?"

Chad obviously agreed with her, for he hugged her to him, whispering, "God, you're so perfect! You really and truly have no idea how special you are, do you?" They kissed passionately, then as I watched in fascination, slowly began to undress one another. Thankfully the floor was carpeted, because almost before I knew it, he was crouched over her, his cock rampant, as she lay on her back with her legs spread wide for him.

Just as he began to lower himself to her, she said, "Wait a sec, lover." She then looked up at me and said sweetly, "Honey, put him in me, will you? That's a good little cucky." That made both of them chuckle, but as for me, I could do nothing other than drop to my knees beside them, and then take my best friend's penis in my hand and guide it into my wife's pussy. That was the first time ever that she'd allowed me to do that, and it made me so hot that I was actually afraid that the scar tissue where my own little dick once was would burst open as my inner penis tried to erect.

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Thanks to the faltering economy, we were able to buy the house at a steeply-reduced price. It had gone through foreclosure just months before, and had been sitting empty ever since. That made the bank so desperate to sell it that they not only gave us a fantastic bargain, but also agreed to accept both our houses as a 75% down payment. The realtor told us later that, since our houses were both smaller in size, they would sell more readily, because they were perfect for older couples who were downsizing. We didn't care about that part in the least, since all we wanted to do was begin our new lives in our new house.

As for me, about all I could think about was that one corner of the basement that Sharon had said would be my "training room." I had been anticipating being trained to serve her ever since she'd promised me that one day she'd be requiring me to do that. I just knew that once the wall had been built down there, the lessons would start, and it was almost more than I could do to wait.

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It took less than two weeks to get the new house furnished with everything we'd moved out of our two, former homes. To celebrate, Chad invited all his friends out for a party. I was excited as I thought of the last "party" like that, and what had been done to me that night, but at the same time I was also afraid that maybe even more things would be done to me. However, my fears were not realized, because it was just a normal house-warming party, with good friends, good food, good beer, and even better sex.

About the only reference to that other party, held slightly more than one month in the past, came when we took our friends down to the basement, and Sharon described her plans for the place. Everyone suggested specialized furniture we'd need for securing the "victims," or where various sex-toy panels should be mounted, or where the ceiling pulleys and hooks should be in relationship to the main item in the center: an improved version of the table in Ray's basement.

After that, Sharon showed them where my training room would be, and they all offered suggestions for mounting metal eyebolts in the floor that would be used to secure me in place. Josh, who seemed to be fascinated with the subject of forced, female-to-male I.B.S, told Sharon about various implements that could be used to not only ensure my compliance, but to lock my mouth open in case I refused to do my duty. By the time he'd finished his descriptions, I was almost out of my head with lust, and even the painfully-expanding flesh between my legs couldn't bring me back to reality.

As soon as the last suggestion had been offered and considered, Sharon said in her brightest voice, "Okay, guys, that's enough of that. Who wants to screw?" That brought the expected chorus of shouts, as well as universal riot as everyone began to tear off their clothes. Everyone except me, that is, since the prohibition of me wearing anything when in the house was still in full force, and I'd been naked right from the start.

The next three hours were spent in couplings I'd only fantasized about before. Chad and Sharon had evidently discussed that phase of the party, for as soon as everyone had stripped and thrown their clothes out of the way, she pointed at the floor, indicating she wanted me to get down there on my back.

I quickly did just that, and then to my absolute amazement, Sharon lay atop me, with her head over my crotch, resting on the scar tissue and doing nothing but making me hotter than ever. Her bottom was resting on my chin, giving me an unobstructed closeup of her treasure, and I was sure things couldn't possibly get any better. They did, of course.

Chad then positioned himself atop her, between her widespread legs, and when he began to make love to her, I was able to see what I'd fantasized about for so many years: another man's penis disappearing inside my wife's pussy as he bred her. And not only that, but as a bonus his balls were slapping against my face, emphasizing his ownership of me to all his friends who were grouped around the three of us, watching in fascination as they awaited their turns.

Both the lovers must have been very excited even before they began to have intercourse, because within just a few seconds, Sharon was breathing heavily, and Chad was already saying continuously, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!," as he always did when his climax was near. As for me, my whole world had shrunk to the view right above my nose, and I don't know that I even breathed as his cock pistoned in and out of her pussy. Long before I wanted it to happen, he gave one final thrust to bury himself deep inside her, and then, with a sudden intake of air, his body shuddered with the intensity of his release. Almost as if that were the cue she'd been waiting for, Sharon's whole body tensed and her crotch lifted completely off my face as she was given her own reward. Then, when she was at last spent, her bottom once again settled to its rightful place on my face.

The two lovers lay there for almost a full minute, and then I heard my wife call out, "Next!" I watched intently as Chad slowly withdrew his still-erect cock, hypnotized by the sight of her pussy lips as they seemed to almost cling to it. Finally it popped free of its velvet prison, and my entire face from my mouth to my eyes was immediately covered in their combined juices. I don't even remember him getting off her, because at that point I began to do what I had come to love so much: licking up another man's semen as it ran out of my wife's pussy.

After that, there was no set order, and it was usually a case of "first come, first served." When Sharon jokingly used that phrase, Ray laughed and said, "Or maybe it'd be better to say, 'all cum, Glenn served.'" Again everyone joined in his laughter, but very soon quieted and got down to the serious business of breeding my wife and making their delicious, hot deposits in her sperm bank so I could do my part.

As soon as Josh, who was last in line, had spent himself just barely inside Sharon's treasure, due to this shortened penis, Chad helped her sit up on my face. Then, to my intense pleasure, all the men gathered around the two of us and caressed every part of both our bodies. By that time it had been almost eight months since my last ejaculation, and the erotic act of being fed semen by my wife, when coupled with the wonderful sensations of hands rubbing my crotch and nipples made me so hot that I almost broke out in tears.

When she could tell there was nothing remaining inside her, Sharon stood, then took my hand to draw me up beside her. She said, "Honey, now it's time for something else I been wanting to see for many years. I've never told you about this part, because I wanted to surprise you." She then turned to Ray, saying, "Go get it now."

Continued in Chapter 10.