La Crucifems, Part 2

In the first installment, I told of how my wife, Chrissy, and I had become bored with our sex life after having been married for several years. I began to fantasize during sexual relations, and was sure that she was doing the same. Although my fantasies were of the usual sort that men have, namely two women in bed with him at the same time, I realized that her's were of a different sort entirely.

There was a crucifix hanging on the wall above our bed, and Chrissy seemed to be fixated on the idea of a man being suspended by nails driven through his flesh. Several times while we were screwing, she would sit on my erection, hold my arms widespread, and press her fingernails into my wrists. Sometimes she would actually break the flesh and draw blood by the pressure of her nails. Although she always apologized after having done that, I could tell that she was somehow obsessed with the idea of crucifixion, and was relating it more and more to sexual relations. Just how close the relationship was, I was soon to find out.

My wife was employed in an office setting, being in mid-level management. It was soon after a new co-worker, Gloria, was hired that I noticed a change in Chrissy. She and Gloria became fast friends, and spent many nights together in what she described as a "girl's night out". As I learned later, Gloria shared my wife's fascination with crucifixion, and it was the usual topic of conversation between them. As I also learned, it had become more than just the usual girl-girl friendship, and their shared obsession had become more than just conversation.

The turning point in our sex life came one night as we were making love in our bed during the Christmas vacation. I am a teacher at a local high school, and had about two weeks off for the holidays. As Chrissy was fondling my erect penis, she said casually, "Did you know that men are sometimes sexually crucified?"

My response was that I neither knew it, nor knew just what was meant by the term. When she told me that it meant they had nails driven through their cock and balls, I was immediately overcome with a powerful surge of lust, and began to fantasize about how it would feel to have that done to me.

To cover my strong interest in the subject, yet get more information, I asked her where she had heard of such a thing. "Gloria told me", she said. "She even gave me a book with stories about it, and drawings showing it being done to men."

I was more turned on than ever, and pretended to not believe her. She said that she could prove it with some photographs that Gloria had given her, and I told her to go ahead and try.

She opened the drawer in the nightstand beside our bed, and took out some photos. She handed them to me in order, and in the first I saw a man tied spreadeagle to a table. There was a wooden post attached to the center of the table, and the man's crotch was pressing tightly against it. The remainder of the pictures showed the man's midsection being raised up the post, nails being driven through the head of his cock, and then through each of his balls. A pillow supporting his midsection was then removed, and his cock and balls were stretched as his body sank toward the tabletop.

By this time I was overcome with lust and incapable of any rational thought. When Chrissy asked me if I thought that we should do the same thing, but with me on the table, I was unable to speak and could only nod my head "Yes".

She said that everything we would need was at Gloria's house, and so we got dressed and drove there. Gloria was waiting at the door for us, and said, "I see that the photos did the trick." I knew then that I had been set up, but was far beyond caring. By that time, I was unable to think of anything other than the incredible need for release that I was feeling in my cock and balls.

We followed Gloria to her basement, and there I saw the table and post that was in the photos. My wife ordered my to get undressed, and as soon as I had done so I got up on the table. I held my feet and arms in the spreadeagle position, and the two women soon had me tied firmly in place.

Chrissy ordered me to raise my ass off the table, and then she stuffed a pillow under it to hold my cock far up the post. She then held one of the nails to my mouth, and told me to kiss it. As soon as I had done so, she pressed the point of the nail against the head of my cock, and then drove it home with several blows of the hammer. The pain I felt was almost enough to cause me to pass out, but my brain soon manufactured enough endorphins to put me in almost a trance state. As I looked at the head of my cock impaled to the post, it was almost as if it belonged to another man.

In short order, Chrissy tied a short length of cord around each of my nuts. Gloria stood at the foot of the table and lifted and pulled on the cords, and my balls were soon stretched upward. After making me kiss the next nail, Chrissy drove it through one of my balls, followed soon after by a nail in the other. She then pulled the pillow from under me and watched as my suffering penis and testicles were stretched beyond belief.

My wife told me how proud she was of me to still be hard after suffering the crucifixion, and Gloria said, "Don't speak too soon. We're not done, you know."

Each of the women then picked up a wooden rod about 1/2" in diameter and three feet long. They then began to beat my helpless cock and balls with the rods until I passed out. That was the last thing I remember until I regained consciousness in a strange bed.

Part 2 begins:

As I awakened, I saw my lovely wife lying beside me in the bed. She was looking deep into my eyes and smiling contentedly. She said, "Good morning lover. How are you feeling?"

In truth, I was almost overcome with pain in my genitals, and indeed my whole body. No pain I'd ever had before had been this bad, or as widespread. However, I knew that it would do no good for me to complain, since what had been done to me had come with my agreement and my full cooperation. My main concern at this point was whether or not I had been rendered completely impotent by the crucifixion. Given the pain I was feeling, I couldn't imagine ever again being able to achieve erection.

Chrissy must have known what I was thinking, because at that instant she said, "Gloria said that you'll be back up and hard as a rock in a couple of weeks. After she crucified Don like that, the swelling in his balls was gone in about ten days, and he was begging for sex in another. She thinks you might recover even faster, given your state of arousal last night. She said that you were more eager for the nails than any other man she's ever done, and you were number 27 on her list."

"You mean she's done that to 26 other men?"

"Oh, yes. I've seen the list and the photos she has of each one. I have to admit that only six of the men were able to stay hard after the first nail was pounded through their cock head, and you and Don (Gloria's husband) are the only ones who have kept an erection clear through to the end. I'm so proud of you, and I love you even more now than I did before. It was very brave of you to let me crucify your little things, knowing that it would involve a lot of pain."

I was really pleased by the compliment, and especially gratified to hear that my dick had stayed up to the end. It was still hard when I passed out, but I didn't know anything about what happened after that. I asked Chrissy what they had done after I became unconscious.

She said, "About thirty seconds after you passed out, your cock started to shoot cum high into the air. You must have been really turned on, because I've never seen you make so much juice or shoot it so far. Gloria said that it was the biggest orgasm that she'd ever seen a man have, and that made me even more proud of you. I love you so much!"

"The nail holes in your thingies have been disinfected and Gloria put some sort of skin sealer over them to make them heal faster. After we pulled the nails out of the post, we wiped them with alcohol again to make sure they were sterile before we took them out of you. You shouldn't have to worry about infection at all. Now, I want you to get some sleep and then we'll go home and talk about what happened. I think we need to see where we are, and make some decisions for the future."

I was so groggy by that time that I couldn't concentrate on Chrissy's words, and so didn't worry about what the future would bring. Looking back from where I am now, I know that I should have been very worried, indeed.

Upon awakening several hours later, I saw my clothes piled on a chair beside the bed. Moving very carefully, I was able to sit up and begin the process of dressing. Luckily for me, I had always worn boxer shorts rather than briefs. The loose-fitting underwear was a godsend.

After I was fully dressed, I left the bedroom and walked toward the front of the house, where I could hear voices. Chrissy, Gloria, and Don were sitting in the living room having drinks and looking through some photographs. I was sure that I knew the subject of the photos, and didn't have much interest in them.

Chrissy said, "You're up! In one sense of the words, anyway." This brought loud laughter from everybody except me. All I could do was grimace as I lowered my aching body into one of the chairs.

I saw the photos on the coffee table were indeed all concerned with crucifixions that had been done on the table in the basement. When she saw that I had noticed the pictures, Gloria said, "Would you like to see yours?"

I was completely dumbfounded, since I had no idea that anyone had been using a camera while I was being tortured. Gloria saw the look on my face, and said, "Don was standing out of the light the whole time taking the photographs. Not only that, but there was also a videocamera running, so the whole thing is captured on tape."

I was unable to speak, and Chrissy said into the silence, "Gloria says we can sell copies of the tape on some Websites on the Internet, and based on her past experience, we'll probably clear about $10,000! Pretty good pay for a couple of hour's work, don't you think?"

"You mean that other people will be able to see me on that table?", I asked. I had immediate visions of losing my job and being too embarrassed to leave home if someone who knew me saw what had happened.

Chrissy said, "Oh, no. Your face isn't shown in any of the views, and I doubt that anyone can recognize you from your cock and balls." This brought another round of laughter. She then said, "Well, it's been more fun that I've ever had before, but I think that we'd better get home so he can rest up for the next session."

I thought that she was referring to the school session that would start in less than two weeks, and couldn't have agreed more. I didn't know how I'd ever be able to make it the few feet to the car, let alone be able to get through a school day. With Chrissy supporting me like some drunk, I hobbled to the car and she drove us home. She again half carried me up to the bedroom, and I collapsed on the bed and immediately fell asleep.

I must have slept straight through the remainder of that day, and then part of the night. When I awoke, Chrissy was in bed next to me and I was sure that she was masturbating. When she realized that I was awake, she lifted her finger to my mouth and said, "See how hot you made me lover. I've been thinking about what we did, and it makes me cum every time."

I licked her finger, savoring her pussy juices and wishing I felt more like joining her in her passion. However, my genitals were still incredibly sore. There was a considerable reduction of the pain in the rest of my body, so I was sure that I'd be back to normal in the next few days.

She said, "I've been looking at the photos of your crucifixion, and playing with myself almost continuously. It's by far the biggest turn-on I've ever known. I've been fantasizing about doing it to you for quite awhile now, but nothing compares to actually doing it. Thank you for wanting it as much as I did. I was afraid that you wouldn't agree to it, and that I'd have to keep doing it to other men."

I was dumbfounded by her last statement, and asked, "Do you mean that you've done that to another man?"

"Oh yes. In fact, I've helped Gloria with about half a dozen crucifixions since we became friends. Does that make you jealous? You shouldn't be, you know. You were the absolute best. None of the other guys could keep it up at all, and a couple of them even cried and begged us to stop."

I'm sure that my mouth was hanging open in surprise and shock at her admission, but the main feeling that I had was of growing pride in my ability to please her and make her proud of me.

I could feel a stirring in my cock, and knew that it was trying to get hard. As it did so, the stretching of the skin on the head caused intense pain. Rather than making my dick get soft, it seemed to reinforce my desire and the damned thing kept growing. Chrissy noticed the stiffening and smiled at me.

"Want to see your photos now?", she asked. I nodded my head in assent, and she took them from the drawer in the nightstand. As we looked through them, she added a running commentary of what she had been feeling at each step. Again and again she told me how proud she was of me, and how envious Gloria was of her. She said that Don had been able to stay erect all the time, but his equipment was not nearly as large as mine, and he didn't shoot his cum as far as I did at the end.

After we had seen all the pictures, she said that the videotape was in the VCR on the television set in the bedroom, and asked if I wanted to watch it. I immediately said that I did, and she used the remote control to turn on the TV and start the tape.

The tape started with me climbing on the tabletop. It was obvious to any viewer that I was doing it of my own free will, and not being forced in any way. We watched it through to the end, and for the first time I saw my cock explode and shoot cum high in the air. It was true that I had shot more juice than ever before, and for a greater distance than ever before. As the women stopped beating my genitals with the rods, the videotape ended.

"That should bring in a ton of money when we sell copies on the Internet", Chrissy said. "There'll be perverts jacking off to it for years. Right?"

I didn't know what to do other than agree, being sure that she was correct in her surmise. I knew that I would pay a large amount of money to see it, and felt lucky that I could do so anytime I wanted, and all for free. Even given all the pain I was in, my penis was as hard as a rock after viewing the tape.

Chrissy looked at my hardon, smiled, and said, "Looks like it's ready right now to do it again, don't you think?" She then pinched the head and asked, "Does that hurt?"

I gasped in pain, and stammered, "Yes!"

"Doesn't seem to make you get soft though, does it?"

It was true that my cock was still hard, even with the shooting pain that I was feeling from her pinch. Seeing my reaction, she then took my aching nuts in her hand and squeezed them. "Can you feel that at all?"

I did more than feel it, I nearly passed out again from the pain that shot up through my groin. I groaned and began to whimper. Chrissy smiled and said, "I'm beginning to think you like pain, and lots of it. Just look at the juice oozing from your cock slit."

I looked at my aching dick, and saw that there was indeed pre-cum shining at the opening in the head. I couldn't believe that the damned thing was still hard, even though it was hurting enough to almost make me sick.

She then looked at me, licked her lips, and said, "Remember what I said about you needing to rest up for the next session?"

I said that I did, but thought that she was referring to the start of the new year at school. She laughed, saying, "You don't get off that easily. I meant the next session in Gloria's basement."

Again, I could only stare in astonishment. I didn't think that I could face going down there again, even knowing that it would be the biggest turn-on ever for my wife, and would make her even more proud of me. I said something like, "I don't think I can face that again with all the pain I have now."

Chrissy said, "Oh, I don't mean right away. We'll give you a few weeks to heal up, and then see how you feel about it. Okay?"

I agreed, but knew in my heart that I wouldn't be able to resist another visit to the torture chamber. The need for sexual pain and gratification was by now deeply embedded in my body and brain, and it would not be easily forgotten.

"Now that you're hard and ready, want to fuck me?" I agreed to try, and she told me to lie on my back and she'd do all the work. When I had done so, she straddled my cock and slowly lowered herself until she was impaled. The melding of pain and pleasure was incredible. Her soft pussy felt wonderful, but the pressure on my cock head was almost beyond bearing. She said, "I'll make it fast for you, then you can pull out and make me cum in another way."

She began to pump up and down on my cock, and soon I knew I was about to explode. After another half dozen strokes, I felt the cum began to flow through the shaft of my cock. It dribbled out into her cunt, since the pain I was feeling kept me from having a full blown orgasm. She asked, "All better now?"

I nodded, and she said, "Now it's my turn."

She lifted herself off my dick, and moved forward still straddling me. "Your tongue's not sore, so use it!", she ordered. She then lowered her dripping pussy onto my mouth. I had never done anything like this before, and was oddly disgusted by the thought of eating my own cum out of her cunt. "Lick it! Now!", she yelled at me.

I was strangely excited by her domineering manner, and overcame my hesitation long enough to take a tentative lick of her private parts. Her public hair was coated with my jism, and I knew that if I licked her slit I'd get a mouthful of semen. When I was slow to perform as she had ordered, Chrissy grabbed my ears and pulled my head tightly against her cunt. "Eat it or I'll cut off your nuts the next time. Do you hear me?"

My excitement increased at her suggestion, and I began to lick up the juice that I had deposited a few minutes before. It didn't taste at all bad, but had a rather good flavor. The thought ran quickly through my head that it had the consistency of snot, but my desire to please my wife soon overcame me, and I began to lick and suck her cunt as fast as I could. As my mouth filled with my own cum, I swallowed it noisily.

"You like it, don't you, faggot? I'll bet you've always had fantasies about sucking another man's cock and swallowing his load. Well, now it's your own jism you're eating. Keep at it until you suck out every last drop of your slimy juice!"

As soon as she uttered the last word, Chrissy climaxed violently. I had thought that there wasn't any more of my cum in her body, but the juice that spurted into my mouth proved me wrong. Again I licked, sucked, and swallowed until the last drop was gone.

She lay down beside me, still panting and with her face flushed. She smiled at me and said, "Thank you for doing it for me. You're simply the best husband a woman could have."

Her hand slid down to my semi-erect cock and gripped it lightly. As she began to slip into a deep sleep, she murmured, "Just you wait until the next time."

I lay there wide awake, thinking about what I had just done. Although I could pretend that I was just following my wife's orders, I knew deep in my heart that I loved being humiliated. In fact, I needed it more than anything else in my life. I began to think about what would be done to me in the next session in Gloria's basement, but was sure that even my wildest fantasy was far off the mark. That thought proved to be true.

To be continued. . .