THE EXTRA SPECIAL PRESENT

As I struggled to come awake, I felt only confusion.  My first rational thought was that my arms were being held above my head in a very painful manner, and felt as if they had been supporting my weight for a long time.  Suddenly a cacophony of impressions swept through my brain, and I can't say which was first, or strongest.

I knew I was completely naked, but that something was covering my face, and indeed my entire head, except for two holes cut for my eyes, and another for my nose.  Whatever it was seemed to wrap tightly below my jaw, preventing me from opening my mouth to cry out for help.  There was something holding my legs widespread, and it felt like ropes tied around my ankles.  I looked down as well as I could, and saw the ropes stretching out to the sides of my body, and was sure they had been tied to something out of my sight.

Two other things were then revealed to my confused brain.  I saw a man, a complete stranger, kneeling in front of me.  My confusion deepened still more as I saw that he was shaving my crotch.  The other thing I saw was my penis, which was completely erect, seemingly larger than it'd ever been.

Again I struggled to speak, but whatever had been placed around my head served as a very effective gag.  I jerked my head up, looking around in panic for my wife.  I was sure she'd be there, and was probably in the same situation as I.  I didn't know whether to feel relief or even more panic when she was nowhere to be seen.  We had been together in my last clear memory, and I was sure she was probably sharing this nightmare with me.

It was my 35th birthday, and as usual we had gone out to dinner.  We had dined at our favorite restaurant, and then left to return home.  As was our custom, we'd shared a bottle of wine with the meal, and then had the remainder placed in a paper bag to take with us.  We'd done that many times, so it was nothing unusual.  What was unusual was that Sharon had gone to the car by herself, carrying the bottle, while I paid for the meal.  Usually she waited by the cash register with me, but for some reason she hadn't on this occasion.

When I got to the car, I saw she was sitting in the driver's seat, so walked around to the passenger side.  Again, that wasn't unusual, since we shared the driving quite often.  When I got in, instead of starting the engine she handed me a glass with liquid in it.  She said, "Let's drink a toast before we go home.  There's just enough wine left for that, but not enough to make me tipsy."  She then touched her glass to mine while saying, "Here's to tonight.  It's going to be extra special."

As we sipped the wine, I began to feel a growing sense of excitement.  Sharon had always given me sex as part of my birthday present, and I was hoping that's what she was referring to in her toast.  The part about it being "extra special" was even more exciting, and made me think of my fantasy.

We had been married for about twelve years by then, and as in all marriages, our sexual relations had become pretty routine.  I still had an orgasm almost every time we screwed, but I knew she didn't.  She seemed to prefer my tongue much more than my penis, but even then didn't always climax.

That seemed to change a couple of weeks before, though, and it was unusual enough to be noticeable.  It was almost as if a door had been opened to a new level of sexual arousal for her.  When I had performed cunnilingus before, she would always be on her back.  For the past two weeks, she had seemed to prefer that I be on my back, while she sat on my mouth.  To tell the truth, that position was one I loved, since it fit in so well with my fantasy.

You see, I had come to crave that she be dominant, and treat me roughly.  Whenever we had sex, and even when I was doing something else altogether, I thought of being under her thumb, feeling the sting of her lash as she punished me.  I had even bought some special magazines that catered to that type of fantasy, and loved to go to the basement and secretly read them.

You see what I mean by hoping that my extra special birthday present meant this night would be very exciting.  As I thought of all the possibilities, the car pulled away from the curb.  My last thought of that part of the evening was how very heavy my arms and legs felt, and how very much I wanted to fall asleep.  I remember leaning against the car door, but nothing else.
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I'm sure you can understand why I was so confused as I awakened to the pain in my shoulders, soon realizing I was completely nude.  Not only nude, but with a raging hard-on.  And it was being shaved by a total stranger.  To say I was frightened would be putting it mildly.  I was frantic with fear, but moreso for Sharon than myself.

Although I didn't see my wife anywhere in the strange room, I did see two other men, both of them very muscular.  Like me, they were also naked, but only one of them had an erection.  At that moment, the man who had been shaving me stood up, and I saw he was also undressed.  Like mine, his penis was as hard as a rock, but unlike mine, his body was covered with rippling muscles.

I looked at the other two men then, and saw the one who didn't have a hard-on was adjusting a camera.  It seemed to be a movie camera that was mounted on a tripod directly in front of me.  He looked at me then, and said, "Looks like he's awake and ready.  That shot of "stiffener" will last less than two hours, so we'd better get started.  I want him to be good and hard when it comes off." 

Again I struggled to understand what was happening, but all I could think of was that I had been given an injection of some drug, and that was what was making my penis so painfully erect.  As far as the "coming off" part, I assumed that implied I would have an orgasm, which seemed the last thing in the world I would do, given the circumstances.

The man with the camera then told the others to get ready to roll, and they each placed a miniature version of my mask, which covered only their eyes, on their own faces before walking to a door in the opposite wall.  I heard the camera softly humming as they walked back, and when I saw who was with them, my heart literally stopped, and I was afraid I'd pass out with the shock of what I saw.  Even though she was wearing a duplicate of their masks, I recognized my wife.

They were holding her hands, leading her into the room.  Like the rest of us, she was nude.  Even with the sense of shock I was feeling, I could see that her pubic hair had also been removed, and her beautiful nipples were as hard as I'd ever seen them.  I could only believe she had also been given some type of drug, since she seemed to be willingly walking between the men.  I was sure she would be fighting with every ounce of her strength if she had been able.

The men led her to a small table that had been placed about ten feet in front of me, and a few feet to the side, and then released her hands.  Again, her drugged state was evident as she made no attempt to run, but instead turned so she was facing me, with her back to the table.  She then leaned backwards until her back was on the tabletop, with her feet still on the floor.  The two men lifted her legs, and she placed her hands on her knees and drew them to her chest, and as far to the sides as they would go.

The vision that was displayed to me then would have been very arousing in the privacy of our own bedroom, and it was one I'd fantasized about for many years.  She had never seemed interested in displaying her charms to me, and the fact she was now doing such a thing for these strangers merely reinforced my belief she was in a drugged state.

The table was small enough that Sharon's head was beyond the far edge, and as I watched she lowered it and opened her mouth as wide as it would go.  That seemed to be the signal for the men to begin their part, and one of them moved between her legs while the other stood at her head.  To my horror, they began to push their penises into her mouth and her pussy at the same time, seeming to make an obscene sandwich of her.

Again and again the man with his back toward me thrust in and out of my wife's vagina.  The other duplicated those motions in her mouth, and I was sure his cock had reached her throat by then.  Instead of gagging, as she had done on the one occasion when she'd tried to take all of my little cock in her mouth, she seemed to be stretching her neck in an attempt to allow the intruder even easier access.

The man at her crotch placed his hands on her knees then, and she took her hands away.  I was sure she'd try to push her attackers away from her, but instead she placed both hands around the man she was fellating, and seemed to be trying to pull him deeper into her mouth.  Again, that was evidence she was simply not in control of her actions.

I heard a groan then, and the man who was fucking her began to thrust even faster.  He made one final shove, burying his cock deep inside my wife, and I knew he was shooting his sperm into her womb.  He pulled out after a few seconds, and that seemed to be the signal for the men to switch places.  Soon the cock that had been buried in her throat was seeking refuge in her cunt.  The slime-covered penis was soon safe in her mouth, and I was sure I could hear the sounds of her licking and swallowing the foul stuff.

The second rapist must have been on the verge of cumming, because he began to groan and make his final thrust within seconds of entering Sharon's pussy.  I could see his ass making short, rapid movements as his balls pumped their load into her.  I was almost overcome with shock as I heard the sweetest sound in the world coming from her throat.  It was a sound I had rarely heard, until about two weeks ago, and it signaled that her orgasm was wracking her body.  It was unbelievable to me she could reach such a fever pitch, but again ascribed it to the effects of the drug.

As soon as the man had pulled out of her pussy, she reached down and pinched her labia together.  I was mystified as to why she was doing such a thing, but assumed she was probably instinctively trying to protect herself from further violation.  The second man then resumed his position at her head, and she licked and sucked his penis for what seemed like an eternity.

Finally the man backed away from her.  He moved to one side of her, and the other man to the other.  Sharon then lowered her legs.  At that signal, the men easily lifted her from the table and raised her high into the air.  They then carried her to me, with her crotch at the same level as my face.

As they held her in position, she reached out and seemed to release a tie below my chin.  She then raised the mask up until my mouth was exposed, and then took away her hand.  The men repositioned her so that her pussy was right at my mouth.  She took her hand away, looked directly into my eyes, and said, "Eat it."

The smell of her juices mixed with the two men was overpowering.  I loved nothing more than giving her oral sex, and had done so on several occasions after we had fucked.  However, this time I was not aroused, despite the contrary evidence of my erection.  Her crotch was then pressed tightly against my mouth by the two men, and I could feel her spreading her legs even further as she offered herself to me.

It must have been fear that finally caused me to do what was required of me.  No matter the reason, my tongue took a tentative swipe and then returned its treasure to my mouth.  Again and again I repeated that action, and by the fifth lick, she began to moan softly and gently thrust her crotch against me.

I kept licking and swallowing their juices, and all the time she became more and more aroused by my attentions.  She suddenly lifted her crotch slightly until the hole was over my mouth, and literally screamed, "Suck it, damn you!"  By that time I was unable to stop what I was doing, and fastened my lips around her and sucked with all my might.

That seemed to be the signal she'd been waiting for, and again an orgasm swept over her.  Each spasm seemed to completely fill my eager mouth, and I hurried to swallow before sucking even more vigorously.  I'm not sure just when it happened, but at some time my fear had turned to arousal, and I longed to join my wife as she climaxed.  However, there was no way for me to stimulate myself, and that release was denied to me.  All it did was to make my cock even harder, and my balls to ache even more.

At last her orgasm came to an end, and the men lowered her to the floor.  She readjusted the mask over my jaw, and tied it in place once again.  She walked unassisted to an upholstered chair I had not noticed before, and lowered her satiated body into it.  She then sat there quietly and watched the two men preparing for the next part of this night.

While I had been watching my wife walk to the chair and seat herself, the two men had been placing four items on the table.  As I looked to that part of the room, I saw a pair of pliers laying there, along with two short lengths of wire.  It was the fourth object, though, that caused fear to once again course throughout my body.

The thing was simple enough in design, and was of a form that had been developed and refined many centuries before.  It was deadly in intent as it rested there, its handle wrapped in black leather.  Its short blade gleamed in the overhead lights, and looked to be as sharp as a razor.  Again and again I recalled the stories I'd read in which such a tool had been used on a male victim, and I was sure the knife was meant for me, and I thought again of the third man referring to my cock "coming off."

One of the men roughly grabbed my cock and balls, close to the base, and pulled them straight out with all his strength.  The other man wrapped one of the wires twice around the stretched flesh, pulling it tightly before twisting the ends together.  The second wire was then placed about 1/2" away from the first, and it too was twisted tightly.  The pliers were then used to further tighten both wires, until they actually sank from sight beneath my tortured flesh.

As the first man continued to hold my cock and balls stretched before me, the other picked up the knife from the table.  As he stood beside me, he looked at Sharon, who was watching avidly from her position a few feet away.  He made no move, almost as if awaiting her instructions.  I struggled to make my mouth open far enough to scream for her to tell them to release me, but could not do so.  I tried to jerk my body away from the imprisoning grip, but that had no effect.

Finally she said in a dreamy voice, "Castrate him first."
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I came wide awake then, and as in my dream was in a state of confusion from the conflicting emotions and perceptions that threatened to overwhelm my brain.

I realized that I was lying in bed, and my arms were stretched behind my head.  I had the impression something was holding them there, but soon understood they were free to move.  My second impression was that my undershorts were off, and my cock was harder than it had ever been.  I was sure that only moments before something sharp had been pressed against my tightly drawn sac, but realized there was nothing there now.

I heard Sharon moving beside me, and had the impression she was moving away slightly, and drawing her hands back to her side.  In some back recess of my brain, I thought she had been whispering to me as I awakened, but was so unsure that I put it down to the effects of the very strong dream I'd had.

She asked quietly, almost in a husky whisper, "Were you having a dream?"

I realized that's what it was, and whispered, "I think so."

She continued, "It must have been a pretty good one.  When I woke up, you were making little noises in your throat like you do when you're turned on.  You'd must have taken off your undershorts and spread your legs as wide as you could."

She then lightly touched my erection before saying, "I wish I could have a dream like that.  What was it about?

I was too embarrassed to describe it, and tried to put her off by saying, "It was about you.  You're the sexiest thing in the whole world to me."  I then turned to her and drew her into a passionate kiss.  She must have been aroused also, because she returned it with a fervency I'd rarely seen.

We had barely broken the kiss when she pushed me onto my back, and then quickly straddled my face, sitting backwards.  I needed no further invitation to begin excitedly licking her dripping-wet pussy, my imagination running wild with thoughts of other men's semen filling her.

As she moaned toward her orgasm, I felt her take my balls in her hand and pull them sharply downward.  The last thing I recalled was the feel of her sharp fingernail tracing a line downward, between the two eggs.  That's when my cock started spurting, and even in my ecstasy I realized she was also climaxing as she rode my tongue.

As we lay hugging and kissing a few minutes later, she said, "That was a good bit of sex.  Maybe I'll have to reward you with an extra-special present for your birthday."