Nullo Dave

David pulled out his dick of his wife’s pussy and lay next to her, panting with exhaustion. As usually, his orgasm had been exceptional, but his wife, Jessica, just lay there, not particularly moved.

            “You still didn’t cum?” asked David, sadly.

            “No dear. I’ve given up hope, I think” she replied, almost to herself.

            “Jessy, I’d give anything to make you cum. Anything. I only want you to be happy.”

His sad wife reached over and fondled his genitals, still moist from sex, and squeezed his nuts rather firmly.

            “Well, I do think there’s one way for you to make me orgasm, but it would mean that you would never be able to, again. Ever.”

            “I love you, Jess. You can do anything you want to me, just as long as you’re happy,” said David, as he held his wife close.

            “Ok, then. We start tomorrow. Call into work and cash in your over-time sick-leave. You’ll be out of commission for at least two weeks.”

            “Ok, Jessy. I love you,” he replied, kissing her deeply.

The next afternoon, an unmarked van pulled up and a woman got out of it. She came to the door, wheeling a big black acrylic box on a dolly. They let her in. She was very polite, and after some idle chit-chat asked David to undress. He did so without question, trusting his nudity, his sexuality, and his genitals to his wife and this stranger, and the lady plugged in the box to the wall outlet. The box was almost four feet tall, completely opaque, and had gold lettering on the side which said, “Dildotron 3000”.

            The woman whispered to Jessica while she set up, “Have you told him what this is all about?”

            “No,” Jessica whispered back.

            “Good. It’s better if they don’t know. They usually can’t get hard if they do.”

The two women smiled knowingly at each other.

            The naked David now sat on the couch, and proceeded to follow the stranger’s instructions as they were given. First he jacked off with Jessica fondling his nuts till he was nice and hard, then he stood up and inserted his dick into the penis-sized hole on the side of the box, and then the Dildotron representative motion for Jessica to come and help her support David and press his body against the box.

            “Ready?” asked the sales-woman. David nodded.

            “Ok. We need to hold him tight. They usually pass out”. She then pressed a button, the only button, on the right side of the box.    

            Inside a strong yellow light came on, and they could suddenly see Dave’s rock hard dick illuminated within the otherwise black box. Also to be seen were numerous needle-like objects and tubes and wiring and such.

            David jerked as they all could see a ring close around the base of his shaft, and it began to glow red as it continued to contract. David began to sweat. Sweating turned to moaning and then mild screaming as his erection was removed from his body by constriction and searing heat.

            “Keep holding him,” yelled the sales-lady.

            In less that a minute, they could all see his boner was completely detached from his body, and some surgical equipment slid over his now open hole and began sowing in a plastic attachment and inserted a catheter up his urethra. When it was done, David had completely passed out; they dragged him over to the couch, a notched/grooved plastic plate where once his proud member stood.

            The sales lady now described what David’s dick was experiencing within the box as they both watched it.

            “You see how your husband’s manhood is still fully erect? Well, those needles are now going to perform a transfusion, replacing the blood with antibiotic impregnated silicone-rubber. This will keep it from rotting and keep the penis fully distended.”

            Jessica could see her husband’s dick being punctured by multiple needles and it remained there for some time.

            “Now, it’s going to get a sterilizing chemical bath, and then a coating of a special polymer which will encase it from exposure and provide a adhesive medium for the gold plating.”

            The long tube-steak slid around in the box receiving various treatments, while Jessica looked on in awe and considerable sexual excitement.

            “Now, the last stage, it’s going to be plated in a durable gold-alloy, and a semi-flexible rod inserted into the central urethra. At the base, that attachment, there, will be connected so that you can hook it up to our custom made vibrator, a neck pendant, or to your husband’s catheter attachment so he can still have the ‘pleasure’ of fucking you.”

            “Neck pendant?” inquired Jessica with quizzical look.

            “Oh yes. Here, see for yourself.” The smartly dressed lady unbuttoned her blouse to reveal a long, shiny golden penis hanging between her globular breasts by an elegant gold chain. “This belonged to my second husband. My first husband’s is in the bottom of my negligee drawer, and my boyfriend carries his around his own neck so he can diddle me anytime, and anywhere.”

            Jessica looked closely at the hanging genital. It was truly life-like, every vein stood out, the slight curve to the left of it, and the big head, proudly bulbous.

            Watching closely, she saw her husbands hard-on begin to be plated with the alloy, and then finally a cooling bath. With 33 minutes having elapsed, there was a dinging noise (like the toaster being done, a very humorous touch, Jessica thought), and her new hand-made dildo dropped into a catch tray, shiny golden and ready for use..

            With contained excitement, Jessica reverently picked up the nine-and-a-half inch long dong and ran her fingers over it. Other than being metallic, it was just like she remembered it from three years of sex with David. And now, it was hers. Truly hers.

            “Well, are you going to go through with the rest of it?”

            “Yes. I think so. I’ll give him a week to recover and then I’ll finish the process. I can’t wait to feel his testicles explode beneath my foot!”

            The other woman smiled. “You’ll never forget it, I promise. The face my first husband made when I popped his left ball was hysterical. Those big eyes. The round mouth. I think the animal in him couldn’t believe he was letting me burst his berry. It was, I think, a look of surprise and astonishment that it was actually happening. When I popped the other, sometime later, he just gave a little squeal and collapsed.” Both women laughed uproariously.

            Eventually, the Dildomatic woman packed up her stuff, and handed Jessica a beautiful gold chain (as well as the vibrating mechanism), which the grateful wife attached to her new penis, and then waved as the other drove off.

            All that week, while David was recovering, Jessica put her new plaything to use. She would close the door to her office, detach the organ from her neck, and pleasure herself till she came. At night, she would grope her bed-ridden husband’s balls and masturbate herself, picturing the moment to come when she would squash his man-fruit flat and make a spermy paste out of them. It was heaven. All David could do was go along with the program, for he truly did only want her to be happy, content, and in the end  . . . orgastic.

            A week and a half of pleasuring herself with her husband’s severed penis, Jessica found herself testing, violating, exploring his remaining manhood. In her hands, his nuts were like eggs or grapes as they slipped around in their ball bag, in her mouth they reminded her of lychee fruit swollen with juice, and under her foot they rolled around like fragile rubber balls. She enjoyed watching him squirm while she tortured his nuts. Squeezing, slapping and, once his insert had healed sufficiently, kicking and punching them. From his lips came moans and cries of pain, but in his eyes, she saw only sincere resignation. Though she never said what was ultimately going to happen to his most prized possessions, she knew that he knew. He felt it in his heart, and deep in his balls as well, that she was going to crush his gonads, and neuter him totally.

            On the Wednesday of the second week she told him he would now be able to give her the only two orgasms he ever had or would ever be able to give her. David willingly sat on the couch, naked, with his legs completely, and painfully, splayed in half, his limbs tied tightly to distant pieces of furniture by long ropes, and his two naked testicles resting flat on the coffee table, which had been pushed flush with the couch.

            Jessica was dressed only in a red silk nightshirt, and climbed easily onto the coffee table. With her left hand she caressed herself, and with her right, she inserted her lover’s laminated boner inside her orifice, making it fill her and satisfy her. Then, she looked down.

            “Dave, you know what I’m going to do?”

            He looked up at her, a level gaze, with a strange sadness in his eyes, but also full of love.

            “I think so. I think I’ve known since the beginning. I told you could do anything you want to me, and I meant it..”

            “Then I need you to tell me to do it. With all your heart. Make me want to, and then I’ll cum.”

            David nodded. “Ok. Jessy, put my right . . . no my left nut under your foot. And now . . . . . .” David seemed unwilling to issue the order to crush his nut, despite his love for his wife.

            “Do what, love” moaned Jessica as she rolled his testicle around like a toy. She put some temporary pressure on the agate. “Tell me!”

            David screwed up his face, closed his eyes and steeled his will. “Pop it, Jessy! Burst it. Let it make you cum, babe. Punish me for not doing it sooner. I love you. I love watching you nut me. You can do it, I trust you.”

            “This one?” said Jessica as she isolated his larger, droopier left nut under the heel of her foot and resumed putting pressure on it, all the while driving his dick into herself with one hand.

“Ah!” said David, unable to stop his small gasp of pain. “Lean on it. Mmmm. Press down with your foot.”

His intake of breath, his slight whimpering made her juices flow as they never had before. In her mind, she felt the left nut of every guy who’d ever fucked her, and left her without an orgasm, and they all were about to be popped.

            The orb beneath her foot began to flatten, and his moaning became louder.

            “Happy . . .nnngggg . . . only make you happy,” mumbled David as his ball was becoming flatter and flatter, the veins of his scrotum near bursting as his sac was stretched thin across the coffee-table glass.

            Jessica was becoming breathless, “Tell me you want it crushed! Your little manhood, popped under my foot like a plum. Tell me, David! Beg me!”

            “Please crush it! I love you honey. Oh my NUT!” he wailed.  “Ahhhhhhhhh!” There was a small popping sound, followed by “Oh my god, Oh my god, my ball my ball, OH MY GOD” David was writhing in abject pain, and Jessica was writhing with the power of her orgasm, which was disproportionally large considering the average size of the gonad she had just burst.

            For several minutes there was nothing but the sound of David moaning “my nut, my nut” and the squishy sound of Jessica’s heel mashing the reproductive remains into the hard finished wood.

            Finally, “Oh my god, David, that was fantastic, I’ve GOT to do the other one. Are you still half of a man enough to make it enjoyable for me? Can you get past your pain enough to beg me to pop the other one? Surely that’s what men are all about, being brave and strong.”

            David just whimpered as his wife shifted her weight to his as yet uncrushed testicle. The whole testicle began to flatten as well, only this time under the ball of her foot and her toes. She planned to rise on the testicle to pop it, rather than lower her heel on it.

            “Come on, David, I need to you love me doing this. I need you to make me. Make me, you one nutless wonder! Make me! Oh yeahhhhh!” Her dildo thrusting hand was a perfect blur between her legs.

            Haltingly the words came from David’s tear soaked lips, “I  . . . uhnnnggg . . . . I want you . . . . oh god . . . . please make me suffer. My ball is yours, OH GOD,  this is . . . . This is . . . . THIS IS YOUR . . . . . .” there was a second and final popping sound, really more of a squishing sound, and David screamed “NUT!”, at which point David gave a huge gasp and passed out, head lolling back on the couch.

            Jessica squeezed the pulverized remains of her husband’s essence with her toes, his scrotum a huge bag of swollen mush, and her own shudders of orgastic pleasure causing her to consider all the men she could do this to as well, now that her husband had not future ability to provide for her . . . needs. Perhaps . . . . a permanent, growing collection of cocks and testicles? The idea had possibilities, and this was making her . . . horny again.