Chapter 10

He and Carl walked over to a small closet that had been built beneath the stairway, took something out of it, and brought it back to where we were grouped. As they sat it down in the center of the small circle we formed, I saw something that looked like a type of sawhorse that carpenters use. However, it was different in that the top surface, which was padded, was about two feet from front edge to back edge, and the legs didn't meet at the top, as they do in regular sawhorses. The legs on this sawhorse were not only much longer than the sawhorses I'd used in the past, they were set farther apart. And not only that was different. I saw that a leather cuff had been attached to the bottom of each one, and that was when I began to understand just how the thing would be used. The metal ring that was secured to one of the top supports, right under where my balls would be, only added to the icy fear that was gripping me.

Sharon hugged me close and kissed me just about as forcefully as she ever had. As she broke the kiss, she whispered, "Honey, do you know how hot you get when you watch men fucking me?" I nodded my head in confusion, wondering if she meant that she was going to let them tie her down on the sawhorse and breed her again. Surely that couldn't be what she meant. I'd never, ever had any hint that she had a submissive side, and just couldn't believe that she'd ever agree to such a thing.

She quickly corrected my thinking, saying, "Well, I've always been pretty much the same way. I've fantasized for ages about seeing that very same thing being done to you. So . . . tonight it's your turn to get fucked and my turn to watch." She then took one of my leaden arms and escorted me to the thing that had suddenly become very frightening to me. Never in my wildest dreams had I wanted such a thing to happen, and now when exactly that seemed to be intended for me, I wanted nothing more than to run from the room in terror.

She must have sensed my fear, and immediately said, "I've wanted to see you being bred for a long time now, but if you don't want me to see that, just say so. You can leave right now if you want to." The emphasis she had put on the word "leave" told me all I needed to know: either I do as she wanted, or I get out of her house forever.

Since that option was one that I would never choose, I leaned forward over the small tabletop and placed my hands and feet at its outside corners where the cuffs were attached.

As I lay there trembling in fear while the cuffs were fastened around my wrists and ankles, I realized my rear end was at the perfect height for what was going to happen. Then, as I felt the rings through my balls being tied to the one beneath the top of the horse, I had to bite my lower lip to not burst out in tears. I tried to calm myself by saying over and over deep inside my brain, "It won't be so bad; millions of men have done this, so I can do it, too." However, my reassuring words to myself didn't do much to make the thought any more pleasant.

Sharon led Chad around in front of me, and then knelt beside him and began fondling his genitals. As he began to stiffen, she looked directly at me, saying, "Honey, you know how we both think of him as our 'husband?' Well, tonight that part's going to get even more real. It's a husband's privilege to fuck his wives, isn't it? So, tonight he's going to exercise that privilege." She then took the tube of lubricant Ray was holding out to her, and quickly spread the stuff all over the thing that was by then fully erect, and that had begun to look more and more like a battering ram, rather than a penis.

He then stepped closer to my head, and as he pushed his cock toward it, said, "Kiss it, then tell it you love it." I put my lips on his organ and did as he had directed, almost gagging at the oily taste of the lube. That made it even more difficult for me to force out the words, "I love you," but apparently everyone understood what I'd said, for they then began to chant, "Rape! Rape! Rape!" Over and over they repeated those words as Sharon led Chad around the sawhorse where I was strapped down, and then I felt a part of him touching me where no man had gone before. Again I tried to tell myself that it would soon be over, and that my wife wanted this to happen, and that what I would soon be experiencing was nothing worse than millions of other men already had. It didn't make any difference.

As I forced my neck to turn and allow me to anticipate what was to happen, I felt Sharon's hands on my butt cheeks and could tell she was spreading them wide to show my best friend his target. She said in a very-soft voice, "Do it. Fuck my eunuch cucky of a husband. Give him everything you've been giving his wife ever since we were in high school." Even that brand-new revelation wasn't enough to distract me from the horrible sense of violation I felt as he began to enter me.

Never in my life had I felt the sensation of a foreign object entering my puckered opening, and certainly not an "object" that was attached to another man. I willed the thing to withdraw, but knew that wasn't going to happen, because by then Sharon was constantly urging him on, endlessly repeating the phrase, "Fuck the cuck. Fuck the cuck. Fuck the cuck." The four other men who were standing there watching me being raped soon picked up the chant, and soon my inner voice joined in, and I had no other thought than mindlessly repeating it, hoping that would somehow ease the intense humiliation of being violated in that manner.

By the time Chad had pushed half his length inside me, I began to experience something that I'd once read about, but hadn't given it much thought at the time. The head of his penis had reached my prostate gland, and the in-and-out motion he was using began to feel, not only better, but actually pleasurable. My body must have reacted all on its own to that stimulation, because by the time my brain noticed that, I was not only feeling pleasure, but was moving in counterpoint to his thrusts. In the space of about two minutes, I'd gone from fearing what was to be done to me to actually responding to it. Not only that, but truly welcoming it. Given that it had been eight months since my last ejaculation, it should come as no surprise that even a simple massage of my prostate would feel good.

I must have been lost in an erotic cloud for quite awhile, and was drawn back to reality only by Sharon's voice saying, "Oh, Jesus, lover! You're up to the hilt in his butt. Just look at the way he's trying to get you in deeper. I just knew he'd love being fucked, and he is, isn't he? He really is a queer, isn't he?"

Chad must have been really close to cumming, because he didn't answer her questions, but merely increased the tempo of his thrusts. I heard him groan and experience from sucking him told me he was right on the edge of ejaculating. Sharon cried out, "No! Not yet! Pull out! Hurry!"

As his cock left me, I almost cried out, too, but for an entirely different reason. By that time I was more turned on than I'd been in many days, if not weeks. I'd never in my life been stimulated in that manner, and had no idea it would feel so good, and make me so . . . hot. But it did, and now that he had stopped I wanted nothing more than for him to continue raping me just as long as he could.

I heard her say, "Ray, fuck him. You won't need any lube, since he's stretched out now." As the second man entered me, I did everything I could to welcome him, and just wished that I weren't tied down so tightly, so that I could move my body even closer to his.

My eyes must have been closed as that was taking place, for when I felt someone jerking my hair to raise my head, they shot open. It was Sharon who had me in her grip, and as she lifted my head, she yelled, "Open your fucking mouth, you little queer! You liked it up your butt! Now see how it tastes in your mouth!" As my mouth obediently did as she demanded, Chad stepped closer to me and his cock found another warm opening. I was so far gone in lust by then that I did what came naturally: I sucked him. And then, as he began reacting in the way any man would when he had reached the limits of his endurance, he began to feed me the snack I'd come to love so well.

I remember the familiar sensation of Chad's barbell clicking against my teeth as he withdrew, but by then there was another penis buried in my butt, and Sharon was saying, "Fuck him for all he's worth, Carl. Really give it to him." At that instant, I saw another rampant penis standing right in front of my face, and my mouth instinctively opened to give it a warm refuge.

By the time Jack had finished fucking me, and he was also in my mouth, I was much more than merely frantic to cum. Never in my life had I endured unending hours of intense arousal, without the ability to empty my balls. As Josh stepped up to take his place behind me, my frustration reached its limit, since he could enter me no more than a couple inches, far short of reaching that part of my body that was screaming for stimulation. I began to sob as the utter futility of my ever again knowing the joy of ejaculation threatened to overcome me, and take away my ability to draw breath.

The didn't seem to matter to anyone but me, and Sharon, Chad, and their friends kept urging on Jack and Josh. Jack responded, as had Chad, Ray, and Carl before him: he fed me a fresh load of his hot, delicious semen.

That was Josh's signal to shove his tiny penis in my cum-filled mouth. By then, my brain had completely shut down, and I was nothing more than a living, breathing sex toy, available for any kind of use. By instinct alone, I tried to give Josh the pleasure he needed, and at last he responded to my ministrations and gave me my final snack of the night.

It was by then very late at night, and our guests said they needed to be leaving for their own homes. Sharon and Chad were also looking tired from all the activities, and they thanked everybody for coming, then said they needed to take care of me. They asked the guys to let themselves out, and as the four men climbed the stairs, released me from the horse.

They sent me to the basement bathroom to prepare for bed, while they went upstairs to use the master bathroom. I used the toilet to good advantage, then showered as thoroughly as possible. After brushing my teeth, I almost ran up the stairs to join my wife and my husband, who were already in bed, with Sharon in the middle as usual.

Almost before I could settle myself beside her, she took me in her arms and kissed me as passionately as ever before. At last she sighed, then lay there on her back with her arms around both her husbands. After another deep sigh, she said, "This was the second-best night ever in my life. God, I've wanted to see other men fucking you for ages. It was even better than my fantasies."

After taking a deep, shuddering breath, she continued, "I've been thinking about all the things I've read, and how much I've wanted to see them done to a man. Now that I know you want those thing, too, honey, I think it's time for them to happen. God, I just can't believe how much I love you, and how much I want to hurt you. I just know you'll love it as much as I do, won't you, honey?"

The only answer to her question was her lover's chuckle, and then a question of his own, "Isn't she just the most-special woman in the whole world?" It was all I could do to gasp, "Yes!"

She must've reached her limit of endurance at that point, for she rolled to her stomach, and began to relax. Chad and I knew that was our cue to rub her back, and we each concentrated on the part that was closest to us. Every time our hands brushed, I felt an electric tingle that had never been there before, and I knew that my relationship with our husband had changed dramatically in just the space of a few hours. He was now truly my "husband," and I wanted more than anything for him to use me again and again as he had when I was tied down across the horse. I could only hope that he would also come to want that as much as I did, and the frantic lust he'd given me then would be repeated many, many times in the future.

As I lay there thinking of how different my life was now, when compared to the intense frustration I had felt just one year before, I sent a silent prayer of thanks that this wonderful woman had been sent to me by the powers that be. She was solely in charge of my life now, and I loved it more than I could ever say.

Her body seemed to almost melt as she fell asleep, and her last words were, "The next party will be even better. There's so much more to do to you, honey." Then, after a pause so long I was sure she'd at last drifted off, she asked, "Do you like having all your fantasies come true, honey?"

I couldn't think of any words that would tell her just how much I loved everything that had happened to me in a span of less than one year, so just said in a voice quaking with emotion, "I love my life."

The End