Chapter 2

When the day of departure at last arrived, I was literally too excited to remember much of it. I'm sure the enforced celibacy during the past two weeks was the cause of some of that, but the overwhelming cause was the knowledge that in just a couple of days, I'd see my very own wife playing her part in my "farmgirl" fantasy. I couldn't even glance at her without envisioning her completely naked, tied to the mounting platform with her legs spread wide, and one rampant animal after another ready to breed her. I know for a fact that my little dick was erect most of the time during the long flight, as Kathy confirmed frequently by "accidentally" brushing her hand against it. She would then smile conspiratorily, and whisper in my ear, "Not much longer, honey. We've both waited a long time for this, haven't we?"

The first couple of times she whispered those exciting words in my ear, I felt a stab of fear that she'd somehow learned of my plans for her, but then realized there was no way that could have happened. She obviously meant nothing more than that she was excited about making our first trip out of the United States, and so I gave no further thought.

We landed in Great Britain, then took another flight directly to the capital city of our destination country. We were to spend one night there before driving a rented car to the resort, and that night proved to be the longest in my memory. I found it almost impossible to sleep, and Kathy refused to allow me to have sex with her. All she would say, when I attempted foreplay, was, "Not now, honey. Tomorrow night you'll have all the sex you've ever wanted." Of course, that only made me even more aroused, and by the time morning finally came, I doubted I'd slept more than an hour all night.

As Kathy gave me driving directions from the map spread on her lap, I carefully drove us out of the city and onto the highway which would take us to a small town near the resort. It was more than 100 miles to our destination, and by the time we located the turnoff, it was time for lunch. When I suggested that we stop at a cafe in the town, she readily agreed, then slyly said, "Of course, you shouldn't eat too much, should you? Tonight you'll have lots of hot, delicious cum to fill your tummy, won't you?" I knew she was just teasing me, and referring to what we'd been doing for several weeks by then, but I found it difficult to see the humor in it, since it was so close to what I'd been thinking.

Following a lunch I do not remember eating, we resumed our journey, this time following a map the resort had e-mailed me. As far as I knew, that was the first time Kathy had seen the name of the place, but she didn't make any reference to it, and so I didn't either. I figured that what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her, if you know what I mean.

The road from the highway to the hotel was paved and in good condition, but since it wound steeply up a mountainside, it was another hour before we parked in front of a large, ornate building, built mostly of stone. I had seen only partial photographs of the exterior of the place on their Website, and hadn't guessed that it was actually a stone castle that had been converted to commercial use. Somehow, that increased my excitement even more, since the fortress-like structure would surely prevent anyone escaping whatever activities had been planned, in addition to ensuring total privacy. Kathy must have been thinking along those same lines, for as we stood beside the car surveying the place, she smiled and said, "No one would ever know what happened in a place like this, would they?" Again, all I could do was smile weakly and agree.

As we entered the foyer, the desk clerk, whose station was very near the doorway, almost as if he served double duty as a guard, welcomed us in a language unknown to me. When he saw the blank look on my face, he switched to stilted English, saying, "Please forgive my error. We are expecting two other couples today, both from Germany. That is the reason I addressed you first in that language." We assured the man that it made no difference to us, and then I gave him our names and reservation number. He checked the ledger lying in front of him, then addressed us by titles and last name, telling us that everything was in order for our stay with them, and that all special arrangements had been made. That was a little too close to the truth, in my view, but Kathy evidently didn't take note of the reference, and said nothing about it.

A bellhop was quickly summoned, and he picked up our four suitcases and than led us to a very rickety-looking elevator that was more a metal cage than anything else. It seemed to be up to its job, though, and soon we were on the third floor, and then in our room. After I'd tipped the man, and as he was departing, he said, "Herr Trotter, the owner, has been informed of your arrival, and is expecting the pleasure of your company after dinner. If I may, I'll return to escort you to his office promptly at the end of the dinner hour." We nodded our approval, and then as the door clicked behind the bellhop, turned to inspect the room and its furnishings.

Kathy was the first to suggest that we take a nap, then bathe before going to dinner. Given my lack of sleep the last night, plus the tiring drive, I readily agreed, and soon we both were fast asleep.

Our rest was ended by the ringing of the bedside telephone, and since it was on Kathy's side of the bed, she answered. Through my sleep-fogged haze, I heard her say, "This is she. Yes, that sounds good. No, no changes are necessary. We will meet with you following dinner, as you wish. Thank you." She replaced the handset on the cradle, then said, "That was Herr Trotter. He wanted to confirm that we plan to meet in his office later tonight."

She glanced at her wristwatch, then declared that we needed to hurry or we'd be late for dinner. My penis was by then as hard as a rock, and had been for what seemed like an eternity. With every mile as we approached the resort, I had found it more and more difficult to breathe, and I was sure there was a large wet spot of pre-cum in my undershorts. That was confirmed as we undressed, and although I was sure Kathy noticed it, she said nothing. Instead, she just hurried into the oversize shower cabinet, then told me to join her right away. Of course I did just that, and then took a great deal of pleasure in washing her thoroughly, secretly knowing all the while that I was preparing her for her "lovers" who would be pleasuring her later that night, as well as during our entire stay. For her part, she returned the favor, even making me spread my legs as wide as possible so she could wash my crotch thoroughly, while smiling broadly and saying, "You need to be nice and clean, in case something happens." Again, I had the fleeting thought that she knew what was in store for her, and was teasing me.

She then reached outside the shower stall, and when I saw what she had in her hands, I just about blacked out with anticipation. You see, I'd always had a fantasy about her crotch being shaved, allowing me, and, of course, her lovers to see her naked pussy. When I saw she was holding a can of shave cream and my safety razor, I was sure she was going to ask me to shave her pubic hair, and my hands were almost trembling as I reached out to take them from her.

Instead of that happening, all she did was drop to her knees in front of me, then squirt a dollop of the cream on the palm of her hand. As she rubbed it on every square inch of my own crotch, she said, "Maybe this will make you look bigger, honey." She looked up at me and laughed, as if concerned I'd take offense at what she'd said, but that was the farthrest thing from my mind right then, and my only response was to just nod my empty head a few times.

She then returned her attention to the task before her, and with deft strokes soon had that part of my body as smooth as it had been when I was a baby. The best part about it, though, came when she held my throbbing penis out of the way so she could shave around its base. After being denied sexual release for so long, it was pure heaven to feel her hand touching me there.

As soon as she had rinsed me thoroughly, we stepped out of the shower. At her urging, we quickly toweled ourselves dry, and then hurried through the process of dressing for dinner.

We descended to the dining room, where we saw two other couples already seated. The desk clerk, who obviously served double duty, escorted us to the first table, where he introduced us to Herr Braunfels and his stunningly-beautiful wife, Carol. We were told that she was from America, as we were, and judging by her familiar accent, she must have been from one of the central states.

I don't have much recollection of her husband, but that first sight of Carol is still burned deeply in my brain. She had short red hair and a ready smile that hinted at her interest in me, which is really all it takes for most men to assess a woman's body. When I quickly did that with Carol's, my excitement became almost too much to bear, for not only was her face attractive, her breasts, which were barely concealed behind the thin cloth of her blouse, were the exact size and shape as Kathy's.

In contrast, though, Carol's nipples appeared to be as hard as little diamonds, which told me she was just as excited as I was. About all I could think of was seeing that beautiful creature tied across the mounting table, as my own wife would soon be. I'd already been told by the hotel's manager, during our correspondence, that the breeding sessions were "group" in nature, and all guests would be able to watch as the wives were mounted by the animals. The thought of seeing the lovely Carol arrayed naked before everyone in the hotel made it very difficult to respond to the introductions, as you can imagine.

We were then escorted to the second table, where we were introduced to Herr Schmitt and his wife, Helga. My only recollection of him is that he was jovial and outgoing, and of large stature. His wife's appearance, though, is burned as deeply into my brain as is Carol's.

She was very-much overweight, and while seemingly very shy, was as friendly as her husband. As with the first woman, Helga was not wearing a brasseire under her sheer, white blouse, and her pendulous breasts, with dark aureolas and erect nipples, were about all I had eyes for. Again, I was sure she was just as aroused as Carol and I, and I struggled to keep my composure as I envisioned her large body shackled in place atop the mounting platform, with her massive thighs spread wide as a stud animal approached from behind.

When we finally were seated at our own table, an elaborate seven-course meal was served. It was all lost on me, since all I could think about was which dish, or which glass of wine, held the potion that would turn my wife into a sex-starved nymphomaniac, eager to be bred by every animal in the hotel's stable. I glanced casually at her many times, trying to see if her breathing was becoming more rapid, or her cheeks reddening from the effects of the drugs I was sure she was ingesting. However, she always looked to be entirely normal, so I finally decided the effects must be slow-acting, and they'd take awhile to show.

Following the dessert course, we returned to our room, then nervously awaited the expected arrival of the bellhop. His presence was announced by a slight tap on the door, which sounded strangely muffled to my ears. I had also been noticing that every light I saw had a strange rainbow halo around it, but it didn't concern me enough to give the matter any further thought.

The man opened the door, saying only, "Please follow me. Herr Trotter is waiting." I knew the time had come for everything I'd planned for this night to at last happen, and it was almost more than I could do to not grab Kathy's arm and drag her from the room. She, too, seemed eager, and taking my hand in hers, she led me in the steps of the bellhop.

We again descended in the elevator, but this time it seemed to be moving in slow motion, and the creaking and grinding I'd heard just minutes ago was no longer present. The halo around each light was now much more pronounced, and I tried to ask Kathy if she saw it. My throat, tongue, and lips were simply unable to form the words I wanted to say, and then I realized it didn't matter after all, so I remained silent.

I have no idea how we made our way from the elevator to the owner's office, other than that Kathy was holding my hand in hers, acting as my guide. I recall an ornate brass plate on the office door, inscribed with the name "Hans Trotter," and then somehow the door swung silently open, allowing us to enter the room. The bellhop spoke our names by way of introducing us to the man who was seated behind a large desk, and as the man rose to greet us, our guide left the room.

Herr Trotter's size suited his desk, and he was easily six inches taller than my own 5'-11", and probably outweighed me by fifty pounds. He seemed to address only my wife, and after he had kissed her hand and told her how pleased he was to at last see her in person, my mind was unable to think clearly enough to see anything at all odd about his words.

He then looked directly at me for the first time, while asking Kathy, "Did he eat all the filet of sole?"

Her response was, simply enough, "Every bite."

Our host then continued, "Good. Good. I can see by his eyes that he's fully prepared for your stay here. However, you must be sure that he drinks at least one more dosage each day, and if you notice the slightest bit of reluctance on his part, just say so, and we'll increase the strength of the libation."

Kathy assured him that she'd make sure his directions were followed, and then she turned to look at me, saying, "Honey, take off your clothes now."

Somewhere deep in my brain, a tiny spark of resistance flashed briefly, but before it had any effect, my hands were already unbuttoning my shirt. That simple action seemed to free me of all thought, and I stood there undressing myself, with my brain completely detached. I remember removing everything I wore, until I at last stood before my wife and this stranger, completely naked and with my penis harder than it had ever been. I felt nothing but complete acceptance of the situation, and there was no feeling of embarrassment or shame in displaying myself in that manner.

Herr Trotter looked me up and down, pausing only to stare at my crotch. He sneered, saying, "I see you were correct about your husband's inadequacy. It is not surprising in the least that he has such fantasies as you described to me. Poorly-equipped men often substitute fantasy for reality, to mask their inability to please a woman." Kathy made no response, other than to place one hand on his crotch, then begin to quickly unfasten his trousers.

As his pants fell to the floor, she hooked her fingers in the waistband of his undershorts and urgently jerked them downward. She almost gasped as she said, "God, I just can't wait to see it for real! When we exchanged those nude photos, I couldn't believe any man could be that big!"

She then fell to her knees in front of him, fondling his stiffening cock, until it at last stood at full staff. Even when his penis had been flaccid, it was clearly larger than my little pecker. When it was at last erect, there was no doubt whatsoever that it was easily half-again larger, and maybe more. My wife confirmed that estimate, exclaiming in delight, "I had no idea a man could be this big! My god, Hans, you're almost twice his size! Just think of all those years I've wasted letting him stick that tiny little thing inside me!" Then, almost as if to herself, she whispered, "That'll never happen again. Now that I know what real men have in their pants, he won't ever again get in mine." Her words, far from making me sad, just seemed to further inflame the intense lust I was feeling, and even in my drug-induced trance, I knew that's what I'd wanted to happen ever since I'd first learned the definition of "cuckold."

She continued talking, while all the time fondling and stroking his huge cock and balls, saying, "When I found out what he'd been doing on his computer, my first thought was that I should leave him because he was nothing but a dirty little pervert. But then I saw that he'd been spending hours and hours looking at your Website, and so I did that, too. Jesus H. Christ! When I saw all those photos of those women and your animals, and knew that was what he wanted to do to me, it just made me want to get even. Remember when I wrote to you, way back then?"

He nodded, indicating that he did, and she went on, "All I asked was if it were possible for a woman to bring her husband here, and then you wrote back to tell me that it was, indeed. I remember you said that in most cases, your "stable guests" were women who had been brought here by their husbands, but about one-fourth of the time it was the men who were strapped to the mounting board and bred by your stud animals. God, when I looked at all those pictures and imagined him tied down there, with his butthole spread like that, it just about drove me crazy!"

She stopped to collect her thoughts, then continued, "But most of all, I remember your telling me that not only were men brought here to be bred, they were sometimes subjected to 'special procedures.' I'm sure you purposely didn't explain what that meant, just to tease me. You obviously knew I'd have to write back immediately, and ask you what that was. I must have read your next letter a million times, and had about that many orgasms when I thought about you doing those things to him. And then the final straw was when you sent all those pictures of men who'd had that done to them, and that really put me over the edge. That's when I knew exactly what was going to happen."

Herr Trotter smiled down at her while stroking her hair, then asked softly, "You're sure of your decision, then?" Kathy looked up at him, then nodded her head in answer. "Since you've already signed the release forms authorizing the special procedures, my question was merely a formality. Can I assume you're ready to begin now?"

Before she could answer his question, she had to swallow a few times to clear her tight throat. At last she said quietly, "Yes. I know he's just as anxious as I am."

She then leaned forward to kiss the tip of his throbbing cock before sensously licking off the glistening pre-cum gathered there. Her attention was then directed downward, where she helped him step out of the piled trousers and undershorts. After removing his shoes and socks, Kathy stood and unbuttoned his shirt, then slipped it off his powerful shoulders. He then returned the favor by slowly undressing her, caressing her beautiful breasts and engorged nipples as soon as her blouse fell to the floor, and then running his fingers along her dripping slit after her slacks and panties had joined her blouse in the rumpled pile at her feet.

Unable to contain his passion any longer, he wrapped his strong arms around her and pulled her into his embrace. Their lips met instinctively, and the kiss was long and passionate, broken only when she pulled away, saying in a breathless gasp, "We'll have all night for that. Right now, I want to see him getting what he planned for me."

The big man smiled in agreement, then said, "I'll go get Fritz while you prepare your husband for him." He then left through a door in the wall opposite where we had entered, entirely at ease with his nudity, and comfortable with the way his massive penis swayed from side to side with each step.

Kathy then directed her attention to me, saying, "Honey, I know you can't say anything unless someone orders you to, so take this as an order. Whenever I ask you a question, you must say, 'Yes, Mistress.' Do you understand?"

It took a few seconds for my confused brain to understand what she was saying, but at last I forced the words from my reluctant throat, which was barely able to utter, "Yes, Mistress."

She smiled again, then gave me her next order, which was, "Get down on your hands and knees now. Spread your legs as wide as you can get them." She then turned her back to me and walked to the desk, sure in the knowledge that I would have no choice but to obey.

And I did. Almost as if my legs would no longer support my body, I collapsed to my knees, then leaned forward and placed both palms flat on the floor. With no hesitation at all, my knees began to work their way outward, until they could no longer move even a fraction of an inch. Realization dawned then that I was in exactly the same position many of the women had been in the photos on the resort's Website, and not only that, but that what I loved to see happening to them was undoubtedly about to happen to me. Rather than feeling any sort of fear, though, all I could think of was my overwhelming need to cum, which made me eager to cooperate in any way that would lead to that outcome.

My eyes had never strayed from my wife, and when she returned from the desk, I saw she was carrying a small glass bottle. She knelt by my hips, then pulled a stopper from the container, showing me the small wad of cotton attached to the lid by a wire. She explained, saying, "Hans said we'll need to use this stuff. It was developed for animal breeding purposes, which is pretty much what we're going to be doing tonight, isn't it?" She broke into brief laughter then, before continuing, "This will make Fritz think you're in heat, and ready to be bred. Again, that's pretty much the case, too."

She then moved her hand behind me, and I could feel the swab being rubbed against my asshole, and there was no longer any doubt whatsoever about what was intended for me. That knowledge was reinforced just at that moment when I heard the sound of claws clicking on the tile floor, and looked up to see Herr Trotter holding a leash, leading a dog into the room. I knew this must be Fritz, and not only was he a dog, he was the largest German shepherd I'd ever seen. In other circumstances, I'd have thought him a beautiful specimen of the breed, but right then all I could think of was the role he was about to play in my deflowering.