By Palemale

The three women were drunk and having the time of their lives. I was naked, kneeling with my hands and legs secured to a raised table. They wanted to continue their fun and all I wanted was to be released and to never again indulge in any kinky behavior.

It was my own fault. I had enjoyed submissive games with my wife since we were first married. She was always happy to indulge my somewhat strange desires, and as time went on she became more in control to the point of denying me intercourse in exchange for a weekly “milking”. I would suck her pussy nightly until she was satisfied, then she would roll over and leave me hard, promising that if I was good, I would get a hand job on the following Saturday night. I was not allowed to jerk off or pleasure myself in anyway. If she thought I didn’t get erect quickly enough, my cock and balls would be locked in a Lori tube to insure there would be no further violation of her orders.

I loved it. The sexual denial while I pleasured her with my tongue, having her reach down and pull on my stiff cock when she checked if I was remaining chaste, having her jerk me off with her hands. I loved it all, even when she locked me in the Lori tube. She would leave it on for weeks at a time. When my cock tried to engorge it hurt like hell and I would wake up to pain and a puddle of my own pre-cum each morning. If I complained she would keep it on me for an extra week. I loved it all until tonight.

I was strapped to a “milking table” she had me build it to make it easier for her to pull me off. Tonight two of her friends had shown up unexpectedly and one thing had led to another. Their drunken curiosity had led them to use a castrating tool and kill one of my testicles. Now they were considering using the burdizzo to kill the other one.

As they took turns pulling on my cock, trying to get it erect, they each explained why they thought it might be a good thing to finish the castration.

My wife, Brooke began by saying how she enjoyed being pleasured and not having to get fucked afterwards. Her friend Ashley volunteered that she would like to have her husband strapped down and half castrated. While she loved his big dick, he never went down on her anymore. Ashley’s sister just wanted to castrate a man. She was curious if clamping the vessels to the testicles would really make a man’s balls shrivel up to the size of peas.

As Ashley’s hand pumped up and down on my erect cock my wife Brooke pulled my head up to tell me what they had decided. Before she could speak, I sprayed my load of cum squirting sticky white sperm all over the room. Just looking at my beautiful wife triggered my orgasm. I felt so submissive that the excitement overwhelmed the pain I felt from the burdizzo clamping of my testicle.

Brooke laughed as she looked at me. “You are so kinky. Here you are begging one minute to be released and the next spraying your cum because you love being jerked off my girl friend. What am I going to do with you?”

“See what I mean?” interjected Ashley’s sister. “If we finished his castration he wouldn’t make messes like this.”

“Oh, hush,” said Ashley “he’s Brooke’s husband and she should decide if she wants to finish castrating her husband, not you or anyone else.”

“Well I just think he’s already half done and she already has him trained to do everything she wants from him. She doesn’t need his cock and balls anymore, she only uses his mouth,” shot back Ashley’s sister.

Brooke interrupted, “I do like a good old fashioned fuck once in a while, not as often as he does, but once in a while it might still be nice to feel a stiff cock slide in. If we kill the other ball I would miss that.”

“You’re welcome to borrow Ben anytime you want. He fucks me with his big dick every night and I could use a break,” joked Ashley.

“And he is huge,” added her sister.

“How do you know how big he is?” demanded Ashley.

“I uh, walked in on him in the shower one time, it was an accident, I only caught a glimpse of him”, stuttered her sister.

Ashley was angry now. She turned toward her sister and demanded to know if she had slept with her husband, “have you been sleeping with Ben, well have you?”

Both Brooke and Ashley could tell the answer was yes from the scarlet face of Ashley’s sister.

“That son-of-a-bitch, as if fucking me every night was not enough, now I find out he’s doing my sister too. We ought to castrate him” said Ashley.

The throbbing pain from my damaged scrotum returned after I ejaculated. I could hear the women arguing about who slept with whom. I just wanted out. I wanted to be released and to get as far away as possible from the mounting anger in the room. Brooke had moved away from me and was trying to keep Ashley from hitting her sister. There was a lot of screaming and shouting before the commotion began to subside. They talked back and forth about Ashley’s husband Ben.

I interrupted begging to be released, the pain was getting worse. The women ignored me at first until after much complaining Brooke got two Tylenol with codeine from the bathroom and put them in my mouth. I asked for something to drink and Ashley responded by lifting her half full glass of vodka to my lips and said to drink, poured it down my throat. When I asked to be released, Brooke told me to hush, it wouldn’t be much longer.

The women kept arguing until finally Ashley asked for the telephone.

I could only hear half of the conversation, but it was clear she was calling her husband Ben.

“Hi honey, I know it’s getting late but I was hoping you could join us”

“We’re at Brooke and Mark’s house. We just wanted to stop and say hi but they were doing that thing I told you about.”

“Brooke invited us to watch and we are still having a great time.”

“Did I help? No but my sister did.”

“We’re having quite a party, everybody is naked, and Mark is still tied down. I called to see if you would give me permission to “milk” him next.”

“No, nobody is fucking anybody. We are just having some drinks and it’s my turn to pull his dick, but I won’t if you don’t want me to.”

“Oh, it’s little compared to yours. You ought to come over and see, also Brooke looks great naked.”

“You’re coming over, great; you will have to get naked too. Bring an extra bottle of vodka with you, and get the blindfold and handcuffs from my night stand. I think this party is just getting going.”

“Hurry, bye.”

With that she hung up the phone and started to laugh. “Like a lamb to slaughter” she said.

Turning to Brooke, she added, “as soon as I said we were all naked he wasn’t tired anymore. Go figure?”

Then scowling at her sister she said, “,and you can get your things and go wait in the kitchen. When Ben comes in the front door you are going out the back. I don’t want to see your face around here again.”

“But can’t I wait and watch as you castrate Ben. He seduced me and I really want to see him get his balls clipped,” wined her sister.

“Not a chance, I don’t want you warning Ben about what we are going to do to him. Just get your things and get out.”

It wasn’t long before I heard the front door bell ring. A naked Ashley left the room to bring her husband in for his castration. I didn’t know what to think. At least it wasn’t going to be me. I had never cheated on my wife and once they had him upstairs I would be released.

It took a few minutes, but soon Ashley returned with her now naked husband who she had blindfolded and handcuffed. Apparently I was not the only one who enjoyed kinky games from time to time. She had him sit in a chair in front of me, tying him securely so his legs were spread apart. Then Ashley removed the blindfold.

Ben’s look of disappointment when he saw that my wife was still clothed was only exceeded when he saw the damage done to my testicle and ball sack.

“What’s going on here?” he demanded to know. “Where is your sister and why is Mark bleeding?”

“You piece of shit. You’ve been fucking my sister and what we have done to Mark is only half of what we are going to do to you” said his wife Ashley. “You are never going to fuck my sister again or anybody else for that matter.”

I looked to my wife Brooke, hoping that finally I would be released. I was no longer in pain, but the drugs and alcohol had made me very drowsy and I just wanted to lie down. Brooke wasn’t paying any attention. Instead her eyes were glued to Ben’s penis. Still flaccid, it was huge. I could tell she had never seen anything like it as she always told me I was big, but compared to Ben’s my small dick would never be noticed.

She moved forward and put her hand on Ashley’s shoulder. “Maybe we should talk about this first,” she offered. “Let’s show him what we did to Mark first; maybe we can get your husband to be better behaved without taking any drastic measures.”

The two women left the room and I could hear talking but I couldn’t make out what they were saying. Ben leaned forward and asked me what they had done to me. I told him about the burdizzo and playing kinky games. He shook his head and said nothing but his cock began to swell. I thought it was a strange reaction considering what his wife was about to do to him.

Just then the two women came back into the room. Brooke immediately noticed Ben’s erection and uttered an audible gasp. As if mesmerized she came forward and took his hard cock in her hands. Gently at first, then she began stroking it up and down the way she used to do me.

Stopping abruptly she turned to Ashley and said, “Are you sure you don’t mind?”

“Be my guest” was Ashley’s reply.

Brooke began to take off her clothes, quickly becoming as naked as Ashley. She positioned herself in front of me, I could see my wife’s swollen labial lips spreading to reveal a very wet pussy. Placing her hands on Ben’s shoulders she lowered herself as his cock started to part her wet lips and bury itself deep into the pussy I once enjoyed. Finally all I could see was her bare butt and Ben’s large balls pressed beneath it. His cock fully penetrating her small cunt, she began to moan as she rocked back and forth.

It was then that I felt Ashley’s hands pulling on my scrotum. She had the burdizzo positioned to clamp my other ball.

“Ben, Ben, look over here. If you ever sleep with my slut sister again this is what is going to happen to you. Hey you two are you listening to me?” she shouted.

Ben looked over Brooke’s shoulder to see what Ashley was talking about but Brooke just kept grinding her hips and cunt on Ben’s erect cock.

“Brooke, if you don’t look over here I going to finish castrating your husband,” threatened Ashley.

Finally waving her hand as she rode Ben’s cock Brooke said “go ahead, do whatever you want, this is just too good to leave now.”

So Ashley closed the burdizzo killing my other testicle. Somewhat drugged, it didn’t hurt as much as when they did the first one. I screamed and bucked but Brooke never even turned around to see what had happened. Ashley had trouble opening the tool again and nearly tore my scrotum open. I passed out from the pain and have no idea how the evening ended for everybody else.

The next morning I awoke in the guest bedroom with some bandages on my scrotum. Brooke came in and gave me more pain medication so I slept most of the day. I have to say she took good care of me as I went through my changes. It has now been several months and both testicles have shrunken to the size of large peanuts. I have no desire for sex but Brooke and Ashley still do.

I still suck Brooke’s cunt almost every night, though on Saturdays the routine is different. Then I go over to Ashley’s house and use my mouth to sexually please her. She usually comes multiple times before she falls asleep. When I get home Ben is usually still fucking my wife, apparently he likes to come multiple times too and Brooke seems to enjoy his large cock.

I don’t miss having sex much anymore. I now find it very messy. The worst was last week when Ben and Ashley both came over early on Saturday. The two women were having a girl’s night out and going to a concert. After they left, Ben wanted to see what was left of my balls. I pulled my pants and underwear down so he could see. He took my mostly empty ball sack and using his finger and thumb searched for what was left of my testicles. He had me lean over and I could feel him pulling the near empty sack backwards between my legs. Then I heard him spit and felt his saliva on my butt hole.

I tried to pull away but he held me in place as he forced his cock up my ass. It hurt as he thrust it deeper into my bottom. He held his hand in front of my mouth and told me to spit on it. I did and he used it to lubricate his cock. A few more times and the pain subsided; it started to feel fine. Just then the girls walked back in, Brooke had forgotten the tickets.

Brooke and Ashley stood there and laughed as Ben continued to pump in and out of my butt hole.

As Brooke walked by she slapped Ben on the ass and said “better his ass than mine, your cock is too big to fuck my butt”.

As they left for the second time Ashley warned “ he’s probably going to fuck you three or four times so pace yourself or he will leave you sore”.

I don’t get “milked” any more, but you wouldn’t believe how much comes out of my butt once Ben is through fucking me.