Chapter 12

The four of us spent the next week reveling in each other's bodies, or at least Cody, Josh, and I did. As for Jack, he continued to enthusiastically serve us after our couplings, regardless of which of my cum-filled openings was pressing against his eager mouth, or where the cock he was sucking had been just moments before.

I let him suck the men to completion several times, just to convince myself that he truly found satisfaction in doing that sort of thing. In short order, I became just as convinced as Cody and Josh that my husband would make a perfect ship's girl, and that we'd be doing him a favor by taking him to the ship.

As for Jack, he continued to tell me, usually tearfully, that he wanted us to torture him in the garage, and it truly was painful for me to see his need, while at the same time knowing that Cody and I didn't have all that much interest in catering to his perversions. I would tell him to be patient for just a little while longer, and his fantasies would come true. That seemed to satisfy him, or at least quiet his whining for a little while.

During that week, I worked with Jack to polish the request for sabbatical leave that he'd applied for several months before. He had taught at the university for eight years, and was overdue for his leave, so I was sure it would be granted. I suggested he change the title of his proposed post-doctoral research to, "Phoneme Evolution Among Multi-Cultural Members of Shipboard Communities." I was sure his department head would have no idea what that meant, but would be quick to approve it, thinking all the big words surely meant it was worthwhile.

It worked. The sabbatical was arranged to start at the beginning of the fall session, and the last obstacle was cleared. Jack had elected to not teach during the summer session, and that, coupled with his one-year paid leave, meant that no one would question his absence for more than fifteen months. Also, it meant that Cody and I would be well cared for, since Jack's check from the college, together with his salary as ship's girl, would support us nicely. All-in-all, things were coming together for us.

Josh talked to his captain during that week, and made arrangements for Jack's delivery to the ship the night before it was to disembark. None of us had made any mention of his new job, and when I called him into my bedroom on that fateful night, he was completely mystified when I told him to undress, but leave his shoes on his feet. His unsureness did nothing to slow his obedience, though, and soon he was standing there wearing only his shoes and socks, with his little stiffie bouncing in anticipation.

Josh had brought a short length of rope from his ship, and when I ordered Jack to hold his hands in front of him, his wrists were quickly bound. Then, while my two lovers held his hands above his head, I quickly used scissors to trim his pubic hair, after which I lathered his crotch with shave cream. It took me less than five minutes to shave him, after which he was as smooth as the day he was born.

One last thing needed to be done before we could leave, and it involved a new toy that Josh had brought, along with the rope. The new thing was nothing more than a shiny red ball with a Velcro strap running through it, and as most of you know, it's known as a "ball gag." I simply ordered my husband to open his mouth, inserted the ball, and then fastened the strap in place behind his head. It was a simple solution to the problems that could be caused if he made any objections when we took him to the ship, although I was sure once he learned what was in store for him, he wouldn't object in the least.

All that certainly got his attention, and his whimpers and moans told me he must be thinking we would soon be leading him to the garage.

Actually, that's exactly where we did lead him. But first I draped a raincoat over his shoulders then buttoned it closed, with the rope draped between two of the buttons. I then tugged on the rope, indicating that he was to follow me, and as soon as he saw us approaching the door into the garage, his moaning grew in volume.

Imagine his disappointment when the only thing we did was to hold open the door of my car, and order him inside. Once there, Cody and I sat on either side of Jack while Josh started the car and drove down the street, headed for the waterfront. At no time did my befogged husband make the slightest sound as we drove him to our destination, and I'm sure his male brain was entirely consumed with wondering what was to be done to him once we arrived. He merely sat there in stunned silence, undoubtedly creating a new fantasy to fill in the gaps.

Josh parked as close as he could to the gangplank that extended from the ship to the dock, and we quickly got out of the car. It was full dark by that time, and I'm sure no one ever noticed the four of us making our way up the sloping walkway, but even if they had, they would probably have assumed we were just more last-minute visitors, wanting to say good-bye to a crew member before the ship departed in the morning.

Josh led the way to the captain's cabin, with me following behind him and leading my husband by the rope. Cody came behind, just in case Jack tried to escape our custody. Of course, that was undoubtedly the last thing on his mind. He'd had his fantasy for so long that he would do nothing to disrupt it, and so he eagerly followed my lead.

Josh knocked on a door that bore the sign "CAPTAIN," and then when someone inside said, "Come," opened it and walked through. I followed, still leading Jack, and Cody closed the door behind himself after he had also entered. My quick glance around the room saw nothing at all out of the ordinary, other than the single occupant, who was wearing a black uniform with gold piping, and a hat to match. The badge on his chest bore the name, "Captain _____."

Josh said, "Sir, we've brought the new ship's girl I talked to you about. I thought you'd want to meet her, and oversee her preparations yourself."

The man nodded, then said, "Good, good. And I assume this lovely lady is the wife?" Josh nodded in turn, then introduced us by name, and we all shook hands. Everyone but Jack, that is, since his hands were not only inside the raincoat, they were tied. That didn't seem to matter in the least to the captain, though. After a cursory glance at my husband, his attention was fully directed to me.

He said, "I'm certainly glad you chose to sign your husband on as our new ship's girl, Mrs. ________. Josh has undoubtedly told you how much simpler shipboard life is when that position is filled. I'd hate to think how much worse the attitude aboard ship would be without the special services the girl will provide."

He paused to take a key ring off a hook behind his desk, then continued, "Now, I assume you'd like to inspect the quarters where your husband will be spending the bulk of his time. Is that right?"

I nodded in assent, then followed as he escorted the four of us out the door and down a passageway. We descended several sets of stairs before at last arriving at a metal door, which the captain unlocked. He stepped aside, then looked at Josh while saying, "Seaman, please turn on the interior lights so Mrs. ________ can inspect the ship's girl's quarters."

Josh hurried into the room, and soon a blaze of light beckoned us inside. I was next to step across the threshold, and was dumbstruck by what I saw there.

The first thing that caught my attention was the small table in the center of the room, which was constructed of metal and appeared to be welded to the floor. I guessed immediately its purpose, and the iron rings welded to the bottom of each leg served to confirm that. Then my eyes wandered to the rope dangling from the ceiling, where a pulley had been welded. From there the rope ran to a small winch on the wall, and I didn't need to see the pair of wrist cuffs attached to the free end of the rope to guess its purpose. Next, my eyes surveyed the panel on a nearby wall, almost filled to overflowing with whips, canes, cattle prods, needles of assorted sizes, and many, many leather straps whose function I could only guess.

As my eyes completed their inventory of the room, they returned to the captain, and he said, "I assume Josh has thoroughly briefed you on the kinds of activities that will take place when your husband occupies these quarters, Mr. _________. However, if you have any further questions, I'll be happy to do my best to answer them."

I just shook my head in stupefied silence, unable to speak at all. Everything that had been nothing more than descriptive words and phrases up until that point suddenly became reality, and all I could think of was how very much I wanted to see my husband strapped to that table and raped repeatedly, fore and aft, as Josh put it. When the entire crew had used him in that way, I wanted to watch them hang him by his wrists, then use every single one of the "toys" displayed on the nearby panel. And then, most of all, I wanted to watch as his useless little penis was very slowly, very deliberately removed from his body.

Just the thought of watching all those arousing things being done to him made me almost swoon as I was overcome with lust. Luckily Cody was standing beside me, and he reached out to steady my body before it collapsed to the floor. The captain had been watching my reaction, and with concern in his voice, he asked, "Does all this frighten you, Mrs. _______? Are you having second thoughts about your husband being assigned to this room?"

I took a deep breath, then said, "No. That's not it at all, sir. It's just that when I think of Jack being tied to that table and used by every man on the ship, then hung from that rope and tortured, it just takes my breath away." I paused to take another breath, then said, "Josh mentioned something else that would be done to my husband when he first came aboard. I think I'd very much like to observe that part, if I may."

The man laughed easily, then said, "By all means. By all means. I never cease to be surprised by the number of times a wife will ask that very same thing when she brings her husband to us. It must be a universal feeling shared by many women." I didn't know about that part, so held my tongue, instead just waiting expectantly for him to take the initiative.

He did so right then, turning to walk out the door while saying over his shoulder, "Please bring your husband this way, Mrs. _______. The sickbay is up one flight, so follow me, if you will." So I did, all the time dragging my whimpering husband behind me.

We quickly ascended the stairway, then walked to a nearby door bearing the sign "SICKBAY." The captain opened the door, then escorted us through it. A man wearing a white lab coat was standing there beside a long narrow table, and he was introduced to Cody and to me as Dr. ______."

He shook hands with us, nodded his greeting to Josh, then said, "Now, can I assume you're familiar with what is intended for your husband in this room, ma'am?"

I nodded my answer, and he continued, "Then please remove his coat and place him on the operating table."

That seemed such a simple way to start what I knew would be the most-exciting thing in my entire life, but it really didn't matter, I guess. The longest journey starts with a single step, as the old saying goes. So, I unbuttoned the raincoat, pulled it off Jack's shoulders, and patted the top of the operating table to indicate that's where I wanted him.

He had no will to resist me by then, and tried to boost himself atop the thing, but couldn't do it with his hands tied. Cody and Josh placed their hands under his armpits and easily lifted him where he needed to be, and then they pushed him down until he was lying there on his back, trembling and whimpering.

The doctor expertly fastened leather straps to Jack's ankles, holding them widespread, and then just as expertly removed the rope from his wrists, pulled his arms above his head, and strapped them in place. One final strap was placed over his abdomen, right above his bouncing, dripping little stiffie.

With those preparations complete, the doctor reached to a small table sitting next to the one holding my husband's body securely in place, and picked up a small brown bottle. He complimented me on the smoothness of Jack's crotch, then screwed the top off the bottle and began using the attached swab to paint my husband's crotch with a yellow-brown liquid.

His movements were so swift and sure that I could tell he had done this operation many times in the past, and my last concern about Jack's welfare faded.

As soon as the bottle had been replaced on the small table, Dr. ______ shook out a blue cloth, which had a 6" diameter hole in its center. He draped that over Jack's body, with his little organ centered in the hole, then picked up a syringe from the table. With no hesitation, he buried the needle in the base of the dick standing there at attention, then pushed the handle down to inject the contents.

We all laughed as Jack's penis began to wilt, and I had the momentary thought that maybe this was it, and instead of the thing being cut off, it was to be melted by some strange liquid I'd never heard of.

That wasn't the case, though, because once the little organ was completely soft, it got no smaller. The doctor then picked up a scalpel from a tray on the table, turned to look directly at me, then asked, "Are you absolutely sure you wish your husband to be a eunuch from this point on?"

My only answer was a slow nod, and a soft, "It's what he's always needed. Please do it."

Continued in Chapter 13.