The last weeks of my chastity

Mistress Blaise’s wicked plan worked better than she had hoped. Beth, my new bride was, constantly horny, and we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. And unlike Mistresses Judith and Blaise, Beth was genuinely interested in giving me pleasure. It seemed that this beautiful gal had had a crush on me for years, and had gladly submitted to sexual slavery with Blaise and Judith in order to also play with me. Her kisses we as passionate as a high school girl, and her body was as taught and perfect, but far more womanly. And she tried every thing possible to get me off, in return for the constant oral attentions I was providing her.

Beth used her tongue on every part of my body, the hot wet velvety appendage dragging teasingly over me like a flame of pleasure, searing each part with delight. She thrust it into my mouth in wet passionate kisses, tickled the nape of my neck and my ear. She teased the edges of my armpits, flicked it lustily, between sucks and bites of my hard nipples. She sucked my fingers and my toes, swished it over my ribs and belly, and all up and down my thighs, making me squirm as she tickled and teased that super sensitive crease between my upper thigh and pubic mound. And then she would swirl it around my swollen sac, the tip just tickling the back of each heavy orb, and then swirling slowly through the cleavage between them, up to where the base of my scrotum disappeared into the impenetrable steel of my chastity tube. She would gently suck the ever-present precum from the tip of the tube, then dip down again, her mouth opening to engulf my balls. Before long we would slip into a sixty-nine, me sucking her preternaturally large clitoris like a tiny cock, giving it all the attentions I wished she could lavish upon my own imprisoned member.

In these sessions, lasting hours, I would revel in every inch of her lush young flesh, my tongue thrusting into her cunt, and reaching back to tickle her sensitive asshole, as she did the same to me. At this point, I had been unable to orgasm since Thanksgiving, and in mid March, with two weeks left, and almost five weeks behind me, I was suffering as never before. My penis, oddly enough was almost as if dead. Of course I could feel its discomfort, straining uselessly to erect in its metal prison, but with the pleasure producing nerve endings that connect to my eight-inch pride and joy removed from contact for five months, all the other nerve endings in my body were on fire. Every touch of Beth’s tongue was like a branding iron of pleasure. So as we lay in sixty-nine, sucking and licking and biting, I writhed beneath her in tormented ecstasy, my body glazed in sweat, and reeking with the musk of unspent lust. Her orgasms would send her whole body into writhing tremors, rubbing her perfect breasts over my belly, and grinding her cunt into my face as her huge clit fucked my lips.

And in addition to these pleasure tortures, I was also still required to give Mistress Judith her three orgasms daily, and at her orders, Mistress Blaise as well. They established an afternoon ritual, where I would join them in the bedroom, and lick them both to orgasm. Then I would lie between them while slave Mike fucked first one, then the other with his amazing ten-inch cock. The Mistresses allowed him every pleasure, with the one rule that his orgasm always had to be by his own hand, onto my chastity belt.

Each day, after fucking them both into whimpering ecstasy, he would kneel between my legs, his fist desperately sliding over his shaft, his purple, swollen, tangerine sized head mushrooming out as he readied for explosion.

Blaise would kneel to one side, fondling his balls and tonguing his ear, while Judith lightly whipped his ass with a crop, urging him on. “Worship the belt slave.” Slap. ”Imagine, soon, you’ll have your own belt.” Slap. “Soon you’ll be locked up, unable to touch that magnificent meat without my permission.” Mike groaned, sweat pouring from his brow.

“Imagine, said Blaise, rubbing her firm breasts across his back as she knelt behind him, fondling his sac, “What will it be like when you have to wait five months to cum? “

“Oh god…” said Mike.

“Five months to even touch it? Are you man enough to bear the torment of your own lust?”

“Unnng. Oh god.”

“It feels soooo good to stroke it doesn’t it?” said Judith tauntingly. “In a week, I’ll own it, and you won’t be a stud anymore. “

“Nooo.”

“Yessss. You know you want this.” said Blaise, pinching his nipples and tonguing his ear. “You want to loose every inch of that huge meat to us ….forever. Don’t you?”

Each time he promised to surrender his cock, I felt the strangest squirming in my gut. I wanted to warn him, tell him the unimaginable torture that months of chastised service would bring. But I didn’t dare risk my own freedom. With Mike’s incredible member in their control. Surely Judith would free me to be with Beth. Besides which, I had grown to love watching him be broken, from a wife stealing, dominant stud-god, to a whimpering, pathetic masturbator, who was about to loose control of the cock that had defined his life as a stud. I have to say I understood the appeal for Mistress Blaise and Mistress Judith. It was truly a sacrifice worthy of a queen.

“Well slave, do you want to loose it to us or not?” said Blaise a sardonic grin spreading across her face. She knew she had him…

Mikes head shook side to side, no, but from his throat he croaked a desperate “Yessss.”

“Yes what?”

“Yesss Miss-tress.” His teeth were clinched waiting for the word that would release his seed.

“Say it.”

“My cock is yours….unnngh….for …..forever.”

Judith’s smile illuminated the room as she leaned close to his ear rubbing her magnificent beasts against him. ” When you are ready, slave, you may cum…”

Mike groaned, his eyes flashing back and forth between the huge meat shaft ramming through his fist, and the cold metal prison of my cock tube. Before long, his eyes glazed, and he began firing ropes of semen onto my imprisoned package, grunting between his teeth, “Forever…, huuugh! yours…” His cock never looked huger than when he reached his peak. His entire body trembled with the untold intensity of his orgasm. I looked on with a combination of envy, pity and lust, as his pee slit gaped to expel the first hot spurt of joy, remembering how intense the feeling is, becoming more eager to finally be free, even as I thought to myself, “Oh you poor fool. You’re planning to loose that beautiful cock!” But I could see he was deep in the fantasy of submission The women held him, swaying in his aftershocks, covered in sweat, looking down at the heavy, softening meat draped across his palm like a docile boa constrictor, head bobbing and pulsing, dribbling out his last free cum. The ritual always went more or less the same until March 31st.

In that last week before April first, the women made sure I was in contact with a naked female body from waking to sleep, and they added a special component to Mike’s ritual. On that day, Judith led him into the room wearing locking leather wrist cuffs, telling him to enjoy his last sex as a man. True to his usual form, after I had give oral orgasms to Mistress Judith and Mistress Blaise, Mike had given the women a great fucking. To the amazement of us all, Mistress Blaise had even insisted on feeling the massive girth of his cock in her ass, ”…while it’s still available…” she explained. She knelt before him, lubing her back door, and opening her self in preparation, first with one, then two fingers. When she was ready, she gestured him forward, and guided his purple cock-head into snug contact with her slick anus. At first it looked impossible, and I wondered if Blaise had met her match. But she continued slowly, rocking her hips and pushing back. Millimeter by millimeter, his cockhead began to penetrate, until at last, the coronal ridge of his glans slipped inside her, eliciting a mutual gasp from Mike, Blaise, Mistress Judith and me. Watching his wrist thick shaft slowly sink half way up her ass, had us all squirming with amazed lust. “Ohhh God.” moaned Blaise, her mouth opening into a silent “o” of pleasure. She reached back, putting her hand on his hip, to hold him steady, while she regained her composure. Finally she was able to take control.

“Mmmm. Don’t you wish you could cum in there, you poor guy,” taunted Blaise, looking back over her shoulder with a wicked smile. “After all, this is your last penetration as a man.” Mike groaned, his face contorted with a mix of lust and fear. “Imagine, your last sex act as a stud. It’s so exciting to know after this fuck, your manhood is going to be taken from you, isn’t it slave?”

“Yes Mistress,” he grunted. Mistress Judith chimed in. ”God I bet that does feel good. I sometimes wish I had a cock when I’m making it with Blaise. So you know your mistress will understand if you want to spurt your last load as a man into her tight ass. You can,” she said with a wicked grin, “but it will cost you.”

Mike groaned, “What….what price,” barely able to speak as Blaise swirled her hips, gently massaging his meat with her sweet back passage.

“If you cum, I’m going to automatically deduct one of your orgasms for the year.”

“Tomorrow?”

“November.” I watched as a look of panic and realization swept over his face. That would mean seven months without cumming. “ So unless you want to go even months without that big cock seeing daylight, you’d better hold back.” Mike instinctively gripped Blaise’s swirling hips, trying to hold her still.

“Oh no stud, you can’t back out now,” Said Blaise. “If you’re gonna be a real man one last time, you’d better get fucking, and don’t stop until you get me off.” The next ten minutes were amazing, as Mike fucked Blaise’s tight ass. His breath was coming in ragged gasps and sweat poured from his body. He showed inhuman endurance. For most guys, just the erotic sword-swallowing act of their cock disappearing up Blaise’s perfect ass would be enough to make them loose it.

Add to that, the presence of Judith, kissing his neck and running her hands all over his body, while she pressed and rubbed her pillowy breasts into his back, teasing him constantly. “Come on stud. It’s your last chance to cum in a woman,” she cooed, pinching his nipples, and reaching underneath to scratch at his huge, heavy ball sack, now drawn tight against his body. To his credit, Mike held back, trembling, rolling his head back, “Noooooo.” grunted desperately through his gritted teeth. Just when I thought Mike would cum without permission, Blaise was overtaken by an electrifying orgasm, tumbling forward onto the bed. Mikes cock hung before him, bobbing slowly up and down with the pulse of his unspent desire.

“Good boy,” said Judith, with a slap on his ass. “I bet you’re ready to finish.” Blaise rolled to her side with a groan, and patted the bed for me to lie beside her. Judith cuddled on the other side, and without being told, he assumed the position, kneeling between my legs, hand stroking his member as he looked on at the three of us. My two mistresses were cooing and teasing my body. Blaise tongued my ear, and whispered ”Look at that huge cock. Don’t you wish you could stroke off again. I bet you miss it. “

Mistress Judith, hands busy between her legs, spread her pussy lips for Mike. “Look at what you’re never gonna feel again baby,” she moaned sliding a finger inside herself. Beside me, Mistress Blaise mirrored her actions. I watched Mike’s eyes narrow with lust as his eyes darted between their beautiful cunts, before landing once again at the junction of my legs, where my defeated manhood lay hidden in a stainless prison, my naked balls hanging obscenely down, heavy with the pent up desire of no orgasm since November. I realized for the forth time that day, with a sense of unreality, that tomorrow I would cum at last, while the magnificent stud kneeling before me would only be beginning his torment.

“Remember this orgasm Mike, your last cum as a man.” Said Blaise, massaging her hard clit as she watched him reach his crest.

“When you spurt, your days as a man are over forever.” coaxed Judith. Mike’s body grew rigid, his eyes locked onto my imprisoned manhood crying out “Oh god, oh god never again…..noooo.” He spurted again and again, swirling both hands over his greasy shaft and ball sac. He knelt beet red, looking at his ejaculate covering my chastity device tremors continuing to rack his body. Mistress Judith knelt behind him, kissing his neck and pulling his hand behind his back to feel her sopping pussy.

“Do you feel that wet pussy slave?”

“Yes mistress,” he panted, still recovering his breath.

“She is your god now. Touch her with both hands.” He reached behind himself, both hands fondling her wetness, engrossed. I don’t think he even saw Mistress Blaise hand her the lock, but with an audible click, his cuffs were locked together. Now slave, your training begins. The surprise in his eyes made it clear that he didn’t expect such a sudden imprisonment. “You’ve made a mess. Clean it up.”

“But…” A slap on the balls cut his protest short. Judith grabbed his face and forced it into my crotch, where he licked clean the stainless appliance.

“Don’t forget his balls slave.” To my amazement, Mike the mega stud was utterly broken. He licked and swirled his tongue around my nut sac, freeing me from every drop of his cum, and giving me a surprising amount of pleasure. “That’s it slave, suck balls.” said Blaise, her camera clicking away. “Revenge is sweet isn’t it slave boy,” Blaise said to me. I recalled my horror at being forced to suck Mike’s balls as he fucked my wife/mistress Judith before my eyes. “Come up for air big boy,” said Judith and let’s get you locked up for the night. After all, I can’t risk you cumming on your own. Mike was led away, head down like a broken man, between the two beautiful goddesses that I serve. As I sat up, Beth appeared at the door dressed only in a sheer nightie.

“Oh Husband…I’m ready for some more of that sweet tongue.” I rose eagerly, imagining that by this time the next day, she would be able to return the favor at last. I decided to give her a night she’d never forget, not yet knowing that the events of the next day would be burned into our memories forever.

The Ceremony of Change

I was awakened with the exquisite pleasure of three mouths traveling all the pleasure pathways of my body. As my eyes opened, they were instantly covered by Mistress Judith, lowering her dripping wet cunt onto my face, while Mistress Blaise and my beautiful wife sucked me all over. Nipples, belly, sack, as if they were trying to completely bathe me with their hot wet tongues. It dawned on me that today, at last, I would be allowed to cum. I was instantly dripping precum from my overfilled sac, and Beth sucked it out the end of my cock tube. My penis engorging to its limit within the restraint that had unmanned me for one whole year. The torment seemed all the worse when I knew it wasn’t months or days, but only hours until my release. As things continued the women took their turns sitting on my face, and even Mistress Judith gave me lots of tongue time, sucking my ball sac and then rubbing her magnificent tits all over my belly and crotch. I remembered what it was like to slide my thick shaft in between her slick tits and spurt my load. I even fantasized that she might let me do that again.

After an hour, when all the women had orgasmed, Blaise pulled me up off the bed with a musky kiss, and led me to the showers to get clean for the “ceremony of change.” For the first time in a long time, I felt like a man, not a slave as I watched her shapely ass leading me down the hallway. I imagined finally pushing into that tight ass with my free, thick cock, “I bet you’re excited slave, knowing that you’ll soon be rid of that belt forever.”

“Yes Mistress.”

“You know after that, you’ll be free to have sex as often as you like, with anyone…” Stopping suddenly in the hallway, she turned to face me, running her hands seductively over her body. She guided my hand to her wetness, urging me to slip a finger inside her slick cunt, then two. I worked my fingers busily, while I bumped her clit with my thumb, and bent to suck on her luscious nipples.

Blaise shuddered and moaned, “That will do for now slave,” shoving me away. “I don’t want to cum again before the main event.” She looked at my crotch. “Your goodbye party I mean, “ she said,” patting my cock tube. “Oh well, it’s a good thing you’re good with your hands and mouth. You’ll be getting plenty of pussy anyway…” the last said with a wicked smile that sent a strange chill into my belly.

“Goodbye party…good with your hands and tongue…plenty of pussy ANYWAY?” The words and their meaning stirred inside me. What did she mean by anyway? I did know when the beautiful Blaise smiled in that way, some new torment was coming for me.

The Ritual Begins

The living room, which had last been the scene of my “wedding” to Beth, a wedding which had led to my torment with the constant teasing of my captive cock, was now transformed into a surreal kinky sexual playground. There were candles everywhere, which were hardly necessary considering the bright lighting for the multiple video cameras. There were microphones everywhere as well, and a couple of female camera operators half-naked in silken robes. The whole room reeked of pussy and white sage, burned to give the room a ritual atmosphere. There was a bed, with concrete blocks underneath the headboard, slightly tilting it up, to be better visible from the three rows of chairs facing it as an obvious stage. As I entered wearing only cuffs, collar and penis tube, I passed through an aisle in the chairs, which were filled with about two dozen women, all in robes or light cover-ups. Flanked by Mistress Blaise, I was none-the-less, pinched spanked, fondled and teased all the way up the aisle which led to a black leather throne where Mistress Judith was seated in decadent splendor.

My ex-wife, Mistress was at her most radiant, her blonde hair cropped short , her ice blue eyes twinkling like sapphires. The bow of her lips, blood red against her pale skin, her cheeks in a natural flush of excitement, she smiled her heart-melting smile as I approached, Her legs were apart, revealing her blonde tufted cunt below the leather bustier which her ample breasts poured out the top of. Her legs were encased in sheer, smoky stockings, and her feet clad in shiny black stiletto heels. Mistress Blaise wore an identical outfit in red and, later though I didn’t know it, I would later see Beth in her own matching in white patent. Still, Mistress Judith was the most breathtaking of all. As I reached her and knelt on the leather cushion placed at her throne, I really felt at last as if I understood how my failure to perform had insulted this regal goddess. I thought back to a year ago. How could I fail to get it up for such a beauty? As I gazed up into her eyes, I felt a tear from my own, slip quietly down my cheek. Finally she spoke.

“One year ago today, Slave David signed a contract giving me total control of his sex. In that year, he has had no orgasm without my permission. He has not penetrated anyone. He has not felt the pleasure of another body against his penis. No hand or mouth has even touched it. His last orgasm, at thanksgiving, he was not allowed to use his hands, so even he himself has not touched his poor, suffering little manhood in more than six months..” A murmur went through the crowd.

“Can you imagine how horny he must be?” Judith smiled.” Add to that, the special fact that every woman here has been brought to orgasm by his mouth during this year, although he wouldn’t recognize most of you, as he was blindfolded. For this whole year, his penis has been in a specially designed, escape -proof tube. A tube designed to destroy his manhood if he should try to escape. A tube so small his penis cannot even swell, much less erect.” More murmuring from the audience. “After today, he will never need to wear the belt again.”

Cheers from the audience, but also, after the applause died down, a whispered conversation between two women in the front row carried to my ear. “…poor bastard, do you think she’ll really do it? “ “I think so. God can you imagine never being able to…”

“Rise slave.” I did, and was led to the bed, where I was left, standing. “Before we proceed with the final release of slave David, I must first have a replacement slave, and I found one in Mike. I had been so dazzled by Judith that I hadn’t even noticed Mike in the background, strapped to an X-shaped cross to her left. But now the lights came-up. His hard body strained against the thick leather straps, while his obscenely large cock jutted from his pelvis. His head was covered in a leather helmet, with open eyes, but gagged, so that he could not speak. He conveyed his feeling accurately enough though the shaking of his head “no.”

“Oh slave, you must accept your fate. You did volunteer after all.” Again he shook his head vigorously, at which point Mistress Blaise walked forward, displaying a paper contract, sealed and notarized, to the giggling crowd.

“Does this paper look familiar slave?” asked Blaise, waving it in front of my nose. “It’s a lot like the one you signed, sealing the fate of that little prick of yours.” She smiled as she walked over to Mike, who was struggling against his bonds. Straps around his thighs, waist and chest, made it nearly impossible to move. Mistress Judith rose and walked over, so the two mistresses stood, flanking him. A part of the chastity belt, the waist strap was already in place around his waist, a thick stainless belt with four rounded metal studs framing the opening where the belt ends would meet the cock restraint. In that opening his voluminous prick pulsed out its last moments of freedom, obscenely, even grotesquely hard, thanks, I suspected, to the Viagra before the ceremony.

“It wouldn’t be fair to say goodbye to this big meat without a little kiss.” said Judith with a smile. Blaise knelt and kissed his plum-sized engorged head, them mistress Judith did the same. “Poor boy. He’s going to have a hard time accepting this. So we asked the talented Bob, our belt maker to do a little something special for us.” Bob walked into the room from the back, to cheers and catcalls, clad in a leather vest, jock , chaps and boots, his big hairy belly hanging over the waistband. He searched through the box and brought out a ½-inch thick metal contraption, which had two shiny chrome pins, and two red ones, fitted with a grenade like pull ring, aligned to studs on Mikes cock restraint.

“When I found out a huge hung stud like Mike was coming into my stable, I asked Bob to make a special belt. Obviously it had to be bigger, because of his size.” Murmurs of agreement from the audience. “And obviously, because of his reputation for being a stud for hire, it had to be extra escape-proof. In fact, Bob, did me one better. It isn’t technically escape proof, but it is impossible for a MAN to escape it. Yes, the consequences for escape are serious…AND permanent.

Bob held the ring aloft. “Ladies and slaves, you can see this metal plate is made to seat upon the four studs on the front of slave Mike’s belt. What you cannot see, is the inside workings. This plate of machined metal houses two extremely powerful springs, which are kept from uncoiling by a stainless steel bar recessed just here.” He tilted the plate so that a slot machined into its inside curve became visible. This steel bar is a razor sharp blade, held in place against the powerful spring by the red pin. Pull the pin, and in a tenth of a second, this hole, which has been perfectly measured to fit Mikes cock, will be closed by forever by that stainless blade. That blade will stop in the slot on the bottom of the plate…with Mike on one side of it, and Mike’s severed penis on the other.” A gasp from the crowd. I noticed that a few of the women in the crowd had begun to masturbate. I also noticed Bob’s cock was straining against his leather pouch. “Ladies, I present, the wearable penis guillotine.” Cheers of approval.

Bob walked the device to Mistress Judith. “That’s right, ring side out, you just thread it over his shaft, and snap it down on the belt.” Mike’s eyes wide with fear, he redoubled his struggles, glazed with sweat as he struggled futilely to free himself. “You’d better hold still slave. This thing has a hair trigger, and it could ‘go-off’ before it gets on.” Mike froze.

“Ready to own him Blaise?”

“Fuck , yes, I’m so excited.” Together, they negotiated the plate over his shaft, which barely squeezed through, and aligned it carefully above the studs.

“Now push hard until it snaps into place!” said Bob, rubbing his bulging cock through the leather. As they pushed forward, all four pins, including the red one, pushed out of their holes, replaced by the studs on the belt. There was a loud click, and a muffled squeal of panic from Mike, along with audible moans from some of the women, followed by cheers.

“Now, there’s no safety mechanism,” said Bob. “Only the pins on the belt are keeping the ring from closing, and ending his manhood forever, and they are the only way to remove the belt. “

“Welcome to your everlasting service as a cockless slave,” said Blaise with a giggle. Her hand flashed out, slamming into his huge nut sac. In spite of the Viagra, his shaft wilted like a punctured balloon. Bob quickly produced the tube. Blaise did the honors, as she often had with me, of applying suction to the end of the small cylinder, pulling his preternaturally large meat into its stainless prison. Looking on as it locked into place, I wondered silently if today was actually to bring my freedom. Blaise swirled her tongue around his balls, and tongued teasingly around his mound. Judith rubbed her pillowy soft breasts over his chest, pinching, licking and sucking his nipples, as she unlocked his cuffs. and led him to the bed, where I stood, watching as they strapped him down, and teased every inch of his body.

Watching the beautiful women was giving me desperate pain from my cock’s futile attempts to swell in the tube. “You poor bastard, “ I thought, “you could have been fucking anyone with that huge meat, but now, you’re helpless.” After forcing him to eat three audience women to an orgasm, they freed him from the bed, bringing him to kneel at the stage edge. “ Now, for all these women, and the cameras, you’re gonna do something you said you’d never do,” said Judith with a grin. “Something even slave David did not have to endure.”

Bob walked forward, until the leather pouch bulging from underneath his belly was right in Mike’s face. “That’s right, you’re gonna blow the man who locked up your cock . Mike’s hands were cuffed behind his back, and he shook his head. Bob reached down and bared his fat six incher. “Open up.” Mike shook his head. ”You’ll do it, because now that the safety’s off, not even the penis tube can be opened without my help. And if I’m not satisfied, I won’t help.”

Mike fell to work, Bob eagerly face fucking him through the zippered opening of the mask. It was weirdly exciting, seeing a free penis being pleasured by a captive slave. “ Now, tongue my asshole, “ Bob cried, turning his ass to Mike as his fist pumped over his slick shaft. He moaned, as Mike went to work frenzied, desperate to please his prison master. Suddenly he turned back forcing Mikes face down. “Suck my balls slave” Bob pumped his turgid member faster until. balls tight, he screamed, “ Swallow it, swallow it all.” Mike awaited, openmouthed, and the veiny pricks mushroom cap head sprayed jets of semen. Together, they led Mike to the cross, strapping him up once more. “Your part of the show’s over now big boy.

Bob handed Mistress Judith a strange bent metal bar. “Put this in the slot when you use the key to get the tube off, and it should be fine without triggering the blade, but you may want to have a nurse close by like today, in case there is a hardware failure.” He slapped Mike on the ass. “Thanks for the head. I’ll be seein you again.” He turned to leave the stage.”

The Ultimate Orgasm

“The second device!” called Blaise.

“Oh yes, it’s in the box there.” Bob said nodding to the cardboard carton on the floor. “Just pull the red pin when you’re ready for it to come off.” Mistress Judith was already strapping me to the bed, and just like that, the penis tube was removed, and my cock sprang instantly to attention.

“Looks like he hasn’t forgotten how to cum. The poor slave just wasn’t allowed since Thanksgiving. His little bride hasn’t even seen his cock since they were married “ A collective awww, from the audience. “But it has been worth the wait!

As you have all been handed out copies of the contract, you can see his schedule, and you will note that today is listed as the ultimate orgasm his final act as a chastised slave. But he must wear one more device for his mistress, a device that will transform us both forever. ” She went to the box and held aloft a plate, similar to the one which now held Mike inescapable chastity.”

Time slowed down, as she strode silently forward, threading the device over my beautiful eight inch erection, fastening it with only a thin leather strap around my back, which pulled it tight to the very base of my exposed member. As she did this, she talked to the cameras and the audience.

“You see, with my lover Blaise as a guide, we worded the contract very carefully. The long and short of it is, I have promised slave the ultimate orgasm, and I’m going to give him one: ultimate in EVERY sense of the word.

Blaise stepped forward with a small index card, “Sorry to read, but I want to get this exactly right. According the Etymological Dictionary, ultimate, used as an adjective, is taken from the Medieval Latin, meaning last possible or final. Some root as ultimatum. Funny huh?” But the room was silent. Because of the tilt of the bed, I could see that the women were no longer under any pretense of holding back. They were there, robes open, rubbing their clits, and each other’s , their glazed eyes locked on the sinister steel device at the base of my cock, with it’s single red safety pin tied to a short length of aircraft cable, and a pull handle like a parachutists.

Judith stood by the bed, idly toying with the handle, bringing its smooth rounded edge up to rub her clit. “ Just one quick tug, and it’s over. But I promised an orgasm, and it’s going to be one you dreamed of for a long time. If you last. In a way, you will determine your own fate today, where you want to plant your last seed as a whole man. Because today is the day that will transform you into a dickless man, and transform me into a sexecutioner! Read the charges Blaise.”

“Slave David is charged with high treason against the cunt of our goddess, Judith. Being unable to present his member in an erect state for her pleasure on numerous occasions, and even when erect, unable to delay his own orgasm until his mistress was satisfied. He is accused that he did flirt with other women, even when his own mistress lay unsatisfied, and masturbated for his own selfish pleasure “

“And the penalty?”

“The court recommends removal of the offending member, so that it may never again disappoint or insult women.”

“And the jury?”

The statuesque blonde who had nearly ruined me at Thanksgiving, by taking so long to cum, rose to her feet. ”Your highness, the members of the jury find this cock guilty of repeated offences, and recommend no mercy.” She smiled coyly at me after she said this, running her tongue along her bottom lip. There was a cheer

I began to beg, but was gagged by Blaise. “It’s a shame you can’t shut up. I was looking forward to a little tongue action. Of course, you have a lifetime to develop that skill after today. My body was in adrenaline shock, looking at the surreally calm smiles of the two mistresses who were about to destroy my sex. “One last time to empty those big balls, then your cock will never cum again. “

Judith said, “Of course, the queen is hardly an appropriate person to wield the guillotine. In cases of crime and punishment, the more innocent the executioner, or I should say sexecutioner is, the better. Once the sexecutioner enters the room, no word of his fate is to be spoken. As slave is gagged, he can’t tell her. But before we bring her in, we’ll see if he can last long enough to fuck his new bride!”

Oh god. Beth would be unable to show mercy, because she wouldn’t know the danger. My mind raced, wondering how to communicate to her , but my thoughts dissolved instantly as Judith engulfed my cock. After a year of isolation, never touching another human with my cock, it felt more alive that I could ever remember feeling. Judith swallowed my cock head at the back of her throat, tongue flicking out to graze my balls. Blaise, lowered herself onto my face, her pussy completely cutting off my air supply. This smothering made my cock harder, if that was possible, and within a minute, my balls were tightening towards the point of no return. Thankfully Blaise got off my face, and lowered the intensity a notch.

Judith let my cock slide from her throat. “Feels good doesn’t it slave. You almost came already,” she said with a disdainful laugh. Now don’t get off too soon, 'cause this spurt is going to have to last you for the rest of your life.” Judith switched places with Blaise, and I felt her throat slide easily over my cock. As she reached the base, she bit down teasingly, and swallowed, her throat muscles sending a rippling wave of pleasure down my shaft. Her long red hair was loose, swinging down to tickle my balls, and in an instant, I felt a finger worming its way up my ass. As Judith began rubbing her cunt over my gagged face she called out, “Time keeper, how long does he have left.”

“Seventeen minutes.”

“God he’ll never make it,” said Judith with a moan, “get ready to pull the plug Blaise .” I struggled for composure, trying helplessly to distract myself in one way or another. Not even the horror of knowing this was my last sexual experience as a man could stop me from edging closer to orgasm. Judith arose from my face, and ceremoniously lowered herself onto my cock, facing me with that radiant smile, hand gripping the cord that would end my sex. “Won't it be ironic if mine is the last pussy you’ll ever feel slave? The one you could have had anytime if you were man enough. Poor guy.” Blaise held her from behind, squeezing her nipples a rubbing her clit. Watching the two of them coax me towards finality was making me crazy. But the excitement of the moment was too overwhelming to Judith, who erupted into orgasm, grinding down on my cock with abandon as her mouth locked onto Blaise’s in a deep soul kiss. There was one more risky moment, as Mistress Judith eased herself up off my cock, her silky muscles pulsed and swirled over the shaft. “Well, you got me off, one last time, she said, bending down for a swirling kiss of the head, cleaning her own juices off. “Imagine slave, you’ll never feel this pussy again, she said, sliding a finger sensuously inside. But maybe Blaise will get the privilege of taking that big cock off at the root.”

Blaise was already poised above my shaft, and after many months of fucking Mike’s enormous member, penetration was effortless. She sat very still at the bottom of her thrust, and said, “Now big boy, isn’t this what you always wanted to do to me? After all these months you finally get your cock into me for your last ride. Blaise began circling her hips as she rode slowly up and down. She took the handle, giving it the slightest tug, then rubbing its smooth edge across her clit as Judith had done. “C’mon baby,” she said in her sexiest voice,” don’t you want to get off?” I arched my back thrusting deep into the slippery silk grip of her cunt. “I know you want to cum. It’s been so long, don’t hold back ‘til it’s no good. Give Mistress Blaise your last cum.” Judith was kneeling beside her on the bed, and they held the handle together, like they were preparing to cut a wedding cake. Their perfectly manicured nails glinted like talons, and I saw the cold determination in Blaise’s eyes. “Timekeeper?”

“Seven minutes.”

“You little fucker, said Blaise, you think you’re stud enough to resist me?” She rose to her knees, grabbing my shaft, and pushing it slightly backwards, against the tight, pucker of her asshole. “You just need somewhere tighter.” That initial penetration still stands out in my mind as one of the ultimate moments of pleasure in my sexual experience. Blaise’s ass was so tight, that had I been one iota less hard, my cock could not have penetrated. As it was, it happened with delicious slowness, her beautiful pink rosebud unfurling to surround my purple cockhead. She rocked up and down, a kiss of the tip, then an centimeters penetration, then two, then the coronal ridge, finally popping into her. From there she wriggled her way down until I felt the soft delicious curves of her ass cheeks settling against my balls tight, heavy aching nut sac.

“C’mon baby, empty those big balls into my ass. Imagine, your one last spurt in an asshole, your last man seed flushed down the toilet. “ Judith lay her head on my stomach, her tongue flicking Blaise’s clit as she rode.

“Five minutes,” cried the timekeeper.

I heard a rush of chairs being pushed back and feet as a circle of twelve women surrounded the bed.” “Alllmost there.” said Blaise, “C’mon…” Then she was screaming in orgasm, her sphincter squeezing the base of my cock rhythmically. “Oooh, you could’ve cum in me. I was your last anal. Remember that.” But I was only half listening because I was now being treated to full body oral tease by the 12 jurors who had sentenced my cock to death. Before long, the jury foreman climbed onto the bed, and impaled her hot blonde pussy on my doomed member. Unlike Thanksgiving, she was too excited to hold back. She groaned, sucking air between her teeth. “Fuck your killer, fuck the cunt that doomed your sweet cock to death,” in only moments, she was cumming, The next up was an older dark haired woman, with heavy breasts, and pierced nipples. Her straight-cut bangs made her look a little like an older Betty Paige. She was so wet her pussy gushed juice onto my belly as she straddled me. She lowered herself, finger flying on her clit, and just kept repeating, “He’ll never fuck again, never cum again, never fuck again, never cum again, poor baby. Give mommy your last seed. She leaned forward smothering me in her big tits. I sucked one of her big dark nipples and she erupted in ecstasy. The next was a forty-something woman I knew from town. “Too bad we had to get our first fuck like this. Maybe you can lick me again sometime.” She was attractive enough, but now I was sure I could make it. She had other ideas, riding my aching cock furiously. “Lick his balls Mary,” she cried. I want his last cum.

“Thirty seconds.”

“I watched her gripping the handle so tight I though she might pull it by accident. her pelvis a blur of trembling speed. Mary’s wet tongue began teasing my full sac. She had me. I knew I could not make it. A moan started deep inside me, and then from somewhere I hear the cries, “Stop, stop, times up!” The women returned to their seats, and all cameras focused on the bed. Make sure you have tape, said Blaise to the camera crew, “we don’t get a do-over.”

“Well slave, you have served me well, and made me proud today. But now you must face your sentence, at the hands of your little bride. And just in case you were thinking of reattachment, think again. from behind the bed, she brought out a food processor. You can see, when I’m done, they’ll be nothing left to reattach. To the left of the stage, a Nurse emerged from the wings, masked as if for surgery, with tinted safety glasses, pushing a tray of instruments. She’ll make sure you don’t bleed out. And then you will begin your life as a dickless male, forever horny. Oh your heavy balls are just gonna get heavier from now on.

I can’t really blame Beth for what followed. I later learned that Blaise had said simply, “When he’s gonna get all the way off, pull the blue handle. That will make it his ultimate orgasm.” As I watched her blushing innocence walking up the aisle, my eyes pleaded. My cock actually began to soften. Beth trotted sweetly forward, catching it in her hands, and working me back to full mast and beyond. “Don’t be scared little guy. I’m finally gonna get to feel you inside.” She twisted her silken hair back into a knot so I could watch as she ravished my swollen meat, , teasing the shaft and balls with her tongue, going all the way down to poke her tongue in between my ass cheeks to tickle my nether hole. Something about the softness of her skin, and the pure heat of her mouth made it the most memorable blowjob ever. “Mmmm. I was made to suck this cock,” she cooed sweetly, “it’s perfect.”

I groaned and shook my head, but she said, “Just relax, I’m gonna make this your best cum ever.” I knew it was too late. “I want to feel you in my pussy husband,” she said, then you’ll be mine forever.” I watched in slow motion, her young, perfect body above me, the blushing wink, as she parted her labia with a sweep of my cock head, and slowly lowered herself. Looking deep into my eyes, she ran her hands over my torso, hand finding the handle.

“Don’t worry, I’ll do it when the time is right.” Of course she meant nothing bur what Blaise had told her, but to me, I suddenly thought, “She’s involved. Oh god, the only person who can save me is in on the sexecution. As if answering my thoughts, Judith and Blaise approached the bed, and both began to make love to Beth as she rode my cock. She began to have orgasms, like a string of firecrackers, but somehow I held back until her last big wave. My back was arching and my pelvis tight, screaming through the ball gag, the pleasure and the pain. I felt my swollen cockhead deep inside her pulse, shooting a stream of cum that felt more like a fire hose, and wished I could see it once more. The second spurt, I looked at Beth. She puckered her lips, and pulled the handle. One more spurt went through the stump of my cock, but I no longer felt Beth’s heavenly pussy around my meat. Oh god my meat. Noooo. My mind cried in terror, made worse by Beth’s angelic smile. Sensing something strange she arose to her knees, and the flat, bloody, deflated corpse of my cock slipped into a puddle. It was so strange to see the core of my sexuality, dead, lying on my belly while I was still enveloped in the most exquisite orgasm of my life.

Bob had thoughtfully put a hole at the blade’s center, to allow ejaculate to continue to exit after the penis was severed, so I saw my cum, my last cum, arcing into the air, mixed with blood. As Beth screamed, Judith grabbed the severed member, and true to her promise, liquefied my manhood before Beth could stop her . The nurse administered a local, closing up the penile shaft, and placing a catheter for the weeks of healing ahead. Beth could not be consoled. She lay her lingerie-clad body next to mine on the bed of my undoing, weeping, she was sorry, so sorry. In the arms of my beautiful wife, only a half-hour after having the orgasm of my life, and in spite of the pain, I felt the desire to cum again urging me, maddening me. And it has ever since.

Epilogue

It turns out that Beth and I were legally married, and, from our single intercourse, she became pregnant, and will soon bear our child. She has remained as sexually active as ever, often having me wear the dildo cast from cock, which Mistress Judith surrendered to her as compensation. Although Beth sometimes brings home other women for bi-sex, she still swears my cock is perfect, silicone or not. We spend many evenings in extended sixty-nine, where I am often reminded that with her unusually big clit, she is longer than I am.

Overall I could say I am perfectly happy, but for the fact that so far, no amount of coaxing, mouth play, anal stimulation or anything else has allowed me the release of orgasm. As for Mike, as his year approaches, I feel sorry, knowing already the devastation of the sexecutioner’s blade. I have written this down not just as my story, but as a warning. I know that Blaise and Judith are on the prowl for a replacement…maybe in your town.