Gilly, Chapter 12

Chapter 12

Janis and I had a lunch and munch date for Monday following Milly's visit. As we sat in our booth eating, we noticed there seemed to be a considerable amount of activity in the short hallway leading to the back room, and even in the room itself. I remembered that Madeleine mentioned something about an array of video cameras that was to be installed in the room to record the sessions back there, and asked Janis if that was what was going on.

She replied, "Yes. I just wish they'd been in place when I did Ray. It's okay to have a jar to look at and show my friends, but just think how much better it'd be to have an actual tape of everything. You're lucky such a thing will be available to you and Brad. I can think of lots of fun things to do with something like that."

I told her I'd been thinking about using mine in the same way Cassie was going to, which was to make her husband watch it while she was being screwed by another man. I was sure that would be an extra turn-on for me, if not for my lover. That brought to mind the visit that Angie and Andy had paid to our house, and everything that happened that night.

As I finished relating the tale, Janis asked, "Just how long was his dick? Did you make Brad measure it? I always do that with Ray, and it still embarrasses him even after all these years."

I replied that I hadn't thought to measure the thing, as I'd never been much on thinking about men in terms of their penis size. I had to admit, though, that Andy's equipment was larger than I had thought possible, and wished now that I'd made Brad measure it.

She kept pressing me to guess how long the "monster" was, so I told her about how it had projected quite a ways above his waistband. When she finally pinned me down to a number, I said, "If I had to guess a number, it'd be eleven inches. Brad's is slightly over seven, and Andy's was surely four inches longer than that. The length wasn't what really impressed me though, it was how thick it was. When I finally sat on the thing, I truly thought it'd split me."

Janis seemed to be lots more interested in the measurements than I was, and she asked me to hold my fingers in a circle to show her the diameter of Andy's cock. I tried to do that with the finger and thumb on one hand, and wasn't even close. By using both hands, I came pretty close to my estimate of his girth, and Janis gasped.

She said, "You can't be serious! You're showing something almost four inches across! That must have been a horse, not a man!" Her eyes then became misty, and I knew she was fantasizing about riding such a thing. At last she said, "Is there any chance that I could have a go at it? Is this Angie the type of woman who'd share her husband? God, I'd give a lot to ride that horse cock!"

I told her that Angie was going to accompany me to the club in the near future, and that she (Janis) could ask her about the idea. I said that the thought of doing a four-way with Andy in the middle was a turn-on for me, and then idly asked how a man could ever stay hard long enough to service three of us.

She laughed, then said, "That's what shoelaces are for, my pet. I'm already seeing him tied spreadeagle to my bed, and the three of us taking turns on his cock and mouth. Sounds like fun, doesn't it?"

As I thought of sitting on Andy's monster, and making love to Angie while she was on his mouth, I had to admit that it did sound like more than fun, it sounded positively exciting. Janis said, "I like the way you think, girl. Let's see what we can do to set it up when you bring her here. We'll probably have to take our time in getting her used to the idea, especially if they're just now starting to fuck."

She continued, "Back to his 'monster', as you call it. If it really is as big around as you showed me, it wouldn't fit in Gilly. That would sure be a disappointment, wouldn't it? Imagine how awful it'd be to get him back there, and all of us work hard to get him ready to feed Gilly, only to find out that he wouldn't fit in her hole. Jesus, that'd be awful!"

I said that we should go back to look at Gilly right then, so I could try to see if he'd fit her. Janis said that we couldn't do it right then, since one of the two fellows who were installing the video cameras belonged to a submissive, and didn't know about the true nature of the back room. She said that one of them was Judy's husband, and he was the one who'd developed the photos of Brad. The other belonged to Shirley.

I said that I'd met Shirley when I'd talked to Judy about the photos, but hadn't really paid much attention to her. It then occurred to me that there had been a question "bugging" me for quite some time, and I asked it then.

"I know what the dominant women do, and pretty well how they think, since you and I are in that group. I've been curious about what it is that the submissives want from sex. I know they want someone else to be in charge, or to at least give the appearance of being in charge, but what else is involved?"

She could see that I was serious, so didn't make one of her usual flippant remarks. Instead, she considered her answer for a short while, then said, "I have to admit that I simply can't fathom why a woman would want to be submissive in the first place. There are so many men out there who want, or absolutely crave, to be dominated, that it seems a horrible waste of talent for a woman to feel the same way."

"That said, I know for sure that many women seem to need to be told what to do, and to have things done to them. Some of the subs are that way with other women only. For example, Shirley loves to be given pain by her women lovers, but then she turns right around and does the same thing, and worse, to her husband. Weird, isn't it?"

I had to agree that I couldn't understand such a thing, and simply couldn't imagine how being given pain could ever turn me on. As soon as I said those words, a strange look must have flashed across my face, because Janis asked, "What were you thinking just now, right after you said you couldn't imagine pain being arousing?"

I thought of inventing something, but decided it wasn't worth it, and said, "When Milly and I were making love Friday night, she told me how turned on Sherry gets when her nipples are mistreated. When I was just about to cum, she asked me if I wanted her to do that to me, and, I don't know why, I nodded my head. As I started to climax, she pinched my nipples as hard as she could and just about tore them off me. It hurt like Hell, but seemed to really make me even more hot. Talk about weird. That takes the cake, huh?"

Janis replied, "Well, if it is, then I'm just another weirdo. Milly did that very same thing to me a couple of weeks before you and I first met. I'll be the first one to admit that it turned me on quite a bit, even though it hurt like blue blazes at the time. Did she lick them afterwards to make them feel better?" I nodded, and she continued.

"Some of the subs like play-acting more than the real thing. I remember hearing about one of them from Madeleine, and how much she liked candle play. She wanted Madeleine to hold a burning candle above her tits and drip hot wax on them. If the wax was just a little bit too hot for her, she'd tell Madeleine to hold the candle a little higher. Like I said, just play-acting."

We had finished our lunch then, and hurried off to one of our beds, I'm not sure which. I do remember that we agreed to try the little dominance games on one another, but it wasn't very successful. Apparently both Janis and I are confirmed dominants, and if we take the time to hurt somebody, then by God, it's going to hurt or it isn't worth the time and trouble.

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Since it was then exactly fourteen days until Brad's appointment, I decided that the time had come to finalize my plans for making it "worth the time and trouble" to prepare him for Gilly. I finalized my guest list, as well as the list of equipment I'd need then, and gave both to Madeleine. She looked over the lists, approving of my choices for the first, and being alternately pleased and puzzled by what was written on the second.

I then said, "I have a jar that'll be used to display his cock and balls, and I'll bring it for his appointment. I had meant to ask Milly about something relating to it, but forgot. Do you know if any special type of alcohol is required to fill the jar, or is the simple 'rubbing' variety okay?"

She replied, "Actually, the liquid that you'll use isn't really alcohol at all. Milly gets something that she calls 'preservative solution' and that's what will be put in the jar. Just bring the jar empty and we'll fill it from a container in the back room. Have you purchased the jar yet?"

I told her about our shopping trip to the mall, and she laughed as I related Brad's embarrassment then. That seemed to lead naturally to the story about Angie and Andy, and we spent an enjoyable afternoon filled with stories she related about "cocks I've known". She did say that Andy's monster certainly seemed to be among the larger of the species, and that she'd like to have the chance to use it someday.

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We had come to refer to the number of days remaining as "G-10" (gee minus ten), and then the next day would be "G-9". I'm sure that any reasonably astute reader will know what the "G" represented.

When the countdown reached G-10, I began to be more and more concerned about Brad's ability to meet one of the club requirements, and that was that he not have an orgasm during the final seven days before I'd take him to the back room. He had become used to having at least one orgasm per night, and many times two. During the waiting period, my menstrual cycle came around to that time all women are familiar with, and I simply didn't have much interest in sexual relations.

When he hadn't climaxed for two days, to my knowledge anyway, I was awakened one night by the bed rocking. As I came to consciousness, I realized that the movement was caused by Brad. In the faint illumination provided by the nightlight in the hallway, I could see that he was lying face down. He was obviously sound asleep, and was humping the mattress, deep in a wet dream.

As I watched, undecided whether to kick him out of bed or just ignore him, he groaned and pumped faster. After several seconds, he lay still and his breathing slowed. I was pretty sure that he'd climaxed, and when I carefully insinuated my hand beneath his abdomen, could feel the wet spot he'd made.

That incident made me begin to wonder about what I could do to keep him "celibate" for one week prior to feeding Gilly, and I decided to ask for advice from Madeleine. I called her the next morning, and when she said she'd be at the club that afternoon, arranged to meet her there.

As she and I sat talking later that day, I told her what Brad had done the night before and asked her if there were any way to prevent such things during his waiting period. She replied, "You're certainly not the only woman to have problems like that, my dear. The members who castrated their men first don't have to worry about it, but when a 'whole' man is being prepared to feed Gilly, that problem seems to come up."

We both realized at the same time the double meaning of her last sentence, and smiled and laughed. After we settled down, she continued, "The club has a little device that has been used with success in the past, and I'll give it to you now so you can put it on Brad when the time comes."

She then led me to the back room and unlocked the door. That was the first time I'd been in there since the cameras had been installed, and I was interested to see the changes. As we walked in, I looked at the ceiling, and could see nine things that hadn't been there before. They were about the size of the fixtures that are mounted on track lighting, and could easily be mistaken for such.

The cameras had been located above, and slightly to the side of the table, the suspension area, and Gilly. There were three of the things at each location, and I guessed that at least one of them would have a clear view of the proceedings at any one time.

Gilly was standing about ten feet from one wall, and I could see that two more cameras had been mounted there, probably eight feet above the floor. They were facing the front side of Gilly, and would provide a clear view of Brad's face when he was strapped in place, as well as the full path of the blade. I was sure the tape that would be made of his session would be very complete, and would provide hours and hours of enjoyment in years to come.

There was a small metal pipe running from each camera over to one end of the room. All the pipes ended at a metal box that had been mounted high on the wall, and then a single, larger pipe ran down from there to a computer setting on a desk. Madeleine told me that the video from each camera would be stored in the computer, and then Judy's husband would come in the day following the session and create the digital master. As many tapes as desired could be duplicated from that master, and I could give them to all my friends.

After we had finished talking about the new recording system, Madeleine opened a drawer in a cabinet and brought out a strange-looking device. It was made of black rubber, and seemed to have three short lengths of chain attached to it.

She held it out to me, and I turned it around several ways, trying to fathom its use. When I realized that the rubber part was actually a tube, with one end sewn partially closed, I began to understand its purpose. One of the chains was attached to the almost-closed end, and the other two were attached to the open end. The tube was probably six inches long, and the chains were about 12" in length.

I said, "I assume this goes over his penis, and that the chains are to hold it in place, but I don't quite understand what they'll be fastened to." She then reached into the drawer again, and this time brought out what appeared to be a quite-normal dress belt, but with three small metal rings and four padlocks attached to it.

She then explained that the belt would be placed around Brad's waist in the usual manner, but under his clothing if he were wearing any. Once it had been adjusted snugly, the buckle would be secured with one of the padlocks.

The other piece, which she called the sheath, would be placed over his cock. The two chains at the open end of it would be threaded through two of the metal rings and adjusted to the appropriate length, then padlocked in place. The chain attached to the tip of the sheath would be drawn between his legs and padlocked to the remaining ring, which was in the center of the back part of the belt.

I thought the whole idea was comical, and asked Madeleine if the thing really worked. She smiled, then said, "My dear, the club owns a half-dozen of these sheaths, and they're in almost constant use. Many of the members delight in keeping their men as horny as possible, and make them wear the things for days at a time."

"To answer your question, though: I've used a sheath on some of my male lovers over the years, and have never yet known it to fail to prevent ejaculation. I suppose that the covering reduces the amount of stimulation the man feels, and the bent-back position of his cock constricts it. I really don't care how it works, but know from experience it does. I'm sure it'll help you with Brad."

I thanked her for letting me use the sheath, and put it in my purse, anxious to try it on Brad that night to see how it looked when in position. We returned to our booth in the front of the club, and ordered a drink. As we sat there chatting, no one would have known this place was in any way unusual, unless they could have overheard the topic of our conversation.

We casually talked of some of the other members, with Madeleine frequently commenting on their sexual preferences or expertise as lovers. I mentioned my experience with Milly when she had come to our house, and said how excited I'd become when my nipples had been abused. Madeleine said that was a pretty common thing, and that it was her opinion very few people in this world were strictly dominant, or strictly submissive. She thought there was probably a tiny bit of masochist in every sadist, and vice versa. Based on my own experience, I had to agree.

I then asked her if Milly had ever brought a man to the back room. Madeleine smiled briefly, then said, "No. I'm sure it'll never happen, either. Milly has no use for men, as lovers anyway. She's a confirmed lesbian, as are several of the other members. I think our way is lots better. It doubles our choices of bedmates." She then smiled again, and asked musingly, "What was it that Woody Allen said? Something about being bisexual doubling your chances of getting a date on Saturday night, wasn't it? I would have to agree 100%, wouldn't you?"

We laughed at that, and I said that I certainly preferred having lots of choices in that regard. As I thought of Andy's monster, and Angie's delicious pussy, I knew that I desired both, and wanted them in my bed, or me in theirs, just as soon as it could be arranged. I thought of how arousing it would be to have Brad place "his" videotape in the VCR, then for all four of us to watch it while pleasuring each other in every possible. Just the thought of it made me squirm in the seat.

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As we prepared for bed that same night, I took the sheath and belt out of my purse and showed it to Brad. He was excited by the thought of being forced to wear such a thing for seven days, and wanted to try it on right then. I thought that a little practice in installing the thing certainly couldn't hurt, so agreed to put it on him.

As seemed to be the case most of the time, his cock was rock hard and already bobbing and leaking from his anticipation. I could see that the size of the sheath was quite a bit smaller than his penis, even as small as his thing was. After thinking about the problem for a while, I finally decided that some sort of lubrication would have to be used, and told him to follow me to the bathroom.

Once there, I knelt in front of him and placed the belt around his waist, then padlocked it in place. I opened one of the drawers in the bathroom cabinet and took out a tube of K-Y Jelly, having decided that it would be the best thing to use to help the sheath slide in place. It seemed to me that it would be easier to place the lubricant on his cock, rather than inside the sheath, so I knelt in front of him and squeezed a small amount onto the palm of my hand.

As I rubbed the jelly over the head and shaft of his penis, Brad began to groan. Before I could even remove my hand, his cock began to spurt cum. I jerked my arm back, but was unable to avoid several gobbets of his semen landing on it, as well as on the bathroom floor.

I immediately yelled at him, saying, "Damn that thing! Can't I even touch it without you spurting that disgusting crap all over me?! Why in God's name can't you ever learn to control yourself?!" As I was angrily speaking those words, I drew my hand back and then slapped his cock as hard as I could.

The sudden pain in his dick caused him to fall to his knees, where he began to whimper in shame and to apologize over and over to me. His expression was so pitiful that I was immediately filled with sympathy for him, and I hugged him to me, saying, "Now do you see why you need to be nullified? Your life is entirely in the control of your cock and balls, and that'll never change until you're free of them. You'll be much better off without them, won't you?"

He finally regained control of himself, and said, "Yes. I know you're right. That's why I want you to take them. I can't wait to be rid of the worthless things, and to see them floating in your jar. I wish it could be done right now, so I wouldn't have to wait another minute."

I could see that he was sincere, and that only confirmed my decision that it was for the best to get him to the back room at the club, and strapped in place on Gilly, as soon as possible. I kissed him on the cheek to show that I was no longer upset, and then said, "I accept your apology. Now it's time for you to clean up the mess you made on my arm and the floor. Get busy." I then held my arm up to his face, and was pleased when he began to lick it clean with no hesitation. After he had finished that part of the job, he crouched over and began cleaning the floor in the same manner, soon lapping up and swallowing every gobbet.

When he had finished his cleaning duties, I told him to again stand. His cock was still hard, and I could see the large red mark where my hand had slapped it. I again spread the lubricant on his thing, and with some difficulty was able to pull the sheath down its shaft and in to place. The two chains closest to his crotch were then fastened to the belt, in the proper link to keep the sheath pulled tightly against him. I ordered him to spread his legs, then ran the third chain between them and up his crack. His cock was pulled back between his legs, and the chain was padlocked to the belt in the center of its back.

I had him turn slowly in a full circle, and was pleased with the visual effect the device had produced. Taking his hand, I led him to the full-length mirror in the bedroom. I stood behind him, looking over his shoulder at the reflected image there. His cock and balls were almost completely out of sight between his legs, and the sight was pleasing to me.

I told him to hold his legs tightly together, then tucked the parts of his genitals that remained visible. "Look at yourself, sweetie. Isn't that much better? I love the way you look without those ugly things hanging between your legs. That just tells me even more that you need to have them removed. You're much more handsome without them, aren't you?"

He smiled slightly at first, then more so as he gazed fixatedly at his reflection. Finally he said, "I love it. I want to look like that from now on, even with my legs spread. It's how people were meant to look. I'll never be as beautiful as you, but at least when those things are gone, I'll look better than now."

I asked him how the sheath felt, and he said, "It makes my cock hurt where it's bent, but it's no more than it deserves. If it had ever learned to control itself, you wouldn't have to do things like this to it. I hope you make it hurt even more before you cut it off." I hugged him tightly, saying, "Don't you worry about that. I intend to teach it a lesson it'll never forget before Gilly eats it. When I think about what I'm going to do to you, I get so hot I can hardly breathe."

It was true that I was turned on by then, and his saying that he wanted even more for me to cut off his cock and balls only made me hotter. I knew that I needed to cum right then, and undressed myself as quickly as possible, not wanting to wait for him to do it.

As soon as my panties hit the floor, I ordered him to lie down and then mounted his face. He had by that time become quite good at performing cunnilingus, and he brought me to climax in a very short time. I then turned around on his mouth and faced his crotch, enjoying the sight of its smoothness and knowing that in just a few days, it would look like that with no help from the sheath.

It took almost fifteen minutes of his alternately tonguing my pussy and asshole before I reached my second orgasm, and as always I visualized Gilly's blade falling toward his eagerly-awaiting cock as the spasms overtook me.

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G-7

When the morning dawned seven days before Brad's appointment with Gilly, he was lying beside me gazing at my face when I awakened. When he saw that I was awake, he said, "Good morning, my love. I was just thinking how much I truly love you, and how satisfying it is to just watch you sleep. Surely no woman in the world is a beautiful as you."

I pretended to be exasperated at this, but was secretly pleased. Surely every woman in the world likes to be complimented, and I was no exception. As I came fully conscious, I remembered that there was now one week remaining of his time as a man. I said, "Today's the day when the sheath goes on and remains in place until I take you to the club. Would you like to have one last climax? There'll never be another chance, you know."

He smiled, then said, "I'm in your power on that score. If you want me to cum, then I will. It's become less and less important to me lately, and I truly don't even think about jacking off anymore. If you want me to cum, then I will. Otherwise, it can just stay in my balls and make them ache all the more. They deserve it."

I decided that it would probably be easier to get the sheath in place if his cock weren't so engorged, so said that I'd drain his balls one last time. The pleased expression on his face made me wonder just how sincere he'd been a few moments before. In the final analysis, it really didn't matter, because his cock and balls were coming off in one week either way. There was no way I'd let him back out at this point, even if it meant that I'd have to drug him to get him to the club.

I rolled him onto his back, then lowered my pussy onto his erection. After pumping his dick for a couple of minutes, I ordered, "Cum now. I want you to empty every single drop of your jism into my cunt. Do it now!" That was all it took, and immediately his hips thrust upwards and I could feel his cock spasming.

As soon as he had stopped his thrusts, I raised up and moved to his mouth so that he could clean me. I wasn't turned on at that time, so didn't remain there any longer than necessary for him to complete the task. When I was sure that he'd swallowed every drop of his semen, I told him to follow me to the bathroom, and once there fastened the belt and sheath in place.

My final instructions to him were, "You are not to mess around with the sheath. The hole in the end will allow you to pee, so you shouldn't have any problems on that account when you're at work. I'll unfasten the chains when you need to have a bowel movement, and when you bathe. Otherwise the thing is to remain undisturbed until I take it off you at the club. If I find any evidence that you've tried to get it off, or that you've played with yourself in the meantime, I'll leave you and you'll never see me again. Do you understand?"

He assured me that he would never try to remove the sheath, and would never again try to masturbate. I was convinced that he was sincere, and felt that my threat to leave him was sufficient to make him keep his promise. I then told him to dress for work, and reminded him that he was to arrange to take off the entire following week, since he'd probably need the time to recover from his visit to the back room.

After he left for work, I returned to bed and enjoyed a nap in the peace and quiet of the empty house. The rest of my day was spent in running errands and collecting the things I'd need to use on him at the club, and of course in delicious anticipation of the rousing orgasm I'd have as I watched Gilly eat his cock.

The remainder of the week passed slowly for both of us. When Brad came home from work, he'd prepare dinner and serve it. Afterwards we would watch the news or some program on television. When he needed to have a bowel movement, I'd unlock the chain that held his cock between his legs. After he'd finished his business in the bathroom, and had taken his evening shower, I would re-fasten the chain, making sure that it was sufficiently tight to cause him lots of discomfort. I wanted him to believe that the only way to be free of the pain and discomfort was to have his things removed, and so he would be even more anxious to have it done.

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G-1

The Sunday before Brad's appointment finally arrived. I had written a long list of chores he was to do around the house, since there was no way to predict just how long he would need to recover from his "surgery". Working on the list kept him occupied for the entire day, and when dinner was finally served and eaten, he was so tired that he wanted to go to bed. I reminded him that he had to drink the liquid laxative the Milly had brought, and that made him think of the reason such preparations had to be made.

His exhaustion disappeared then, and since he was inside and undressed, except for the sheath, I could see his cock respond. The sheath didn't cover the entire shaft, and whenever he was sexually excited, the exposed section close to his body would swell until it seemed to be almost twice the diameter of the part that was contained in the rubber sleeve. When the tip chain was unfastened at those times, his cock head would enlarge to the point that part of it emerged from the hole in the sheath. All in all, it was a comical sight.

Milly had told me that the laxative was "explosive" in effect, and that he'd better be sitting on the toilet when he drank it. I decided that it would be best to completely remove the belt and sheath, so he'd be able to shower thoroughly later. Once again, I warned him of the consequences of playing with himself, then sent him off to the bathroom.

When Brad finally emerged from the shower, I quickly replaced the belt and sheath. He looked to be totally exhausted by then, and we went directly to bed. He fell asleep immediately, but my mind was in a constant turmoil as I reviewed the preparations I'd made, and then mentally practiced the things I wanted to do to him before Gilly had her way with him.

Just thinking about what was going to be done to him in a few hours got me so aroused that I simply had to masturbate, not just once but twice. That finally got me relaxed enough that I was able to fall asleep.

G-day

I don't know how we made it through that last day, but somehow we did. I do know that we were both ready to leave for the club at least two hours early. We finally decided it would be best to just go out and drive around for awhile, hoping that would distract us from the excitement we were both feeling, and it did seem to help.

We were to arrive at the club at 7:00 that evening, and a few minutes before that time I parked the car in the alley behind the building. I had been told to enter through the rear door just in case there were other women in the front section. There were many members who didn't know what went on in the back room, and Madeleine thought it best to keep it that way. It used to be said that "Loose lips sink ships", and the same sort of thinking certainly applied in this case.

The rear door could not be opened from the outside, and I knocked on it as a signal that Brad and I had arrived. It was quickly opened by Madeleine, and we stepped inside. Brad had swallowed the diuretic medication as previously instructed by Milly, and by the time we entered the club, he needed to pee more than ever before in his life.

Fortunately for him, the restrooms were in the hallway we had entered. He begged to be allowed to pee, and I told him he could. Because the state regulations required the club to maintain bathroom facilities for both sexes, there was a door marked "Men" as well as one marked "Women". It was a source of constant humor to the members that both sexes were represented there, even though males were not allowed in the club in "normal" situations. We all used either room freely, depending on the number of members present at the time, and that made the state's requirement much more acceptable to us. We rarely had to stand in line, as sometimes happened at "regular" clubs.

Brad started to open the door to the men's room, but I said, "You might as well get used to using the one more suited to you, honey. After all, you'll be peeing sitting down from now on." Brad blushed as soon as he understood what I meant, obviously embarrassed to enter the restroom intended for women, especially with Madeleine standing right there.

I took his hand and led him into the women's bathroom. Madeleine said she'd make her last-minute inspection of the back room, and tell the guests that we had arrived. As soon as she left, I told Brad to lower his trousers and undershorts so that I could unfasten the chain that held his cock between his legs. While he could pee with his thing in that position, I was sure that he could take care of it more quickly if it were in a more-normal state.

As he sat on the toilet, his stream started and seemed to go on and on forever. I almost expected him to shrink as his body expelled such a large volume of water. Finally he finished and started to stand. I place a hand on his shoulder, saying, "You're not through yet, sweetie. You'll have to learn to wipe yourself from now on, since you won't have anything to shake."

He hesitated momentarily, then used a wad of toilet tissue to do as I had said. He then stood and I refastened the tip chain. As soon as he dressed, we left the room and walked to the next door up the hallway. When we reached the door, I turned to him and said, "This is it, lover. There's no turning back now. Will you walk in there willingly, or will I have to knock you out and drag you in?"

In answer, he reached for the knob and opened the door.

We walked in, and I saw my friends, lovers, and guests standing in a semicircle facing us. They began to applaud, then came to us and hugged me. As soon as all had greeted me, I said, "Ladies, this is my husband Brad. He is tonight's guest of honor, and has consented to provide an entertaining evening for us."

Again they applauded, then one-by-one shook Brad's hand and introduced themselves. They all recognized him from the photographs that I had brought to the club, but he had seen only Milly before that moment. Given his excitement and anticipation, I doubt that he remembered even one of the names, but that really didn't matter. What mattered was that the event we'd both been looking forward to for such a long time now was about to get underway.

As soon as the introductions were out of the way, I pointed to the clothes hooks hanging on the wall behind the door, then said, "Okay, lover. Get naked now so we can get started on you. I've waited a long as I can to do this, and now it's time."

Brad didn't hesitate at all, as I had thought he would. The fact that there were six women gathered around, four of whom were unknown to him, watching him undress, didn't seem to bother him at all. His clothes were soon hanging on the hooks, and he was dressed only in the belt and sheath.

I had thought about the problem of getting the sheath off his cock without him cumming, and had come up with a plan that Milly assured me would be successful. Taking his hand, I led him to the part of the room that was used for suspensions. There were several pulleys mounted to the ceiling, and various sizes of ropes had been threaded through them, with some running to small winches fastened to the wall.

I told Brad to stand under a pulley that had a small-diameter rope through it, running to one of the winches. As she had said she would, Milly knelt in front of him holding a marking pen in one hand. I unlocked all the padlocks and removed the belt, leaving the chains dangling from his penis that was struggling to become erect while confined within the rubber sheath.

As soon as his cock sprang free from the confining chains, Milly used the marker to draw a line around the base of it, as well as behind his balls. She stood, saying, "That line is where the cut should be made. If you cut closer to his body than that, I'll have problems with the repairs."

I told her that I understood, then ordered Brad to lie down on his back with his crotch directly under the rope. I knelt beside him and pulled the rope down to his abdomen. At my request, Madeleine had tied the end of the rope in a miniature hangman's noose, and I placed it over his dick and around the base of his balls. As soon as it was in place, I thought how appropriate that particular knot was in this situation.

After the noose was tightened, I asked Janis to turn the winch handle. She was happy to help, and quickly started cranking on the thing. Since it was geared to a low ratio for lifting heavy loads, it took several turns before the rope began to tighten. Slowly the rope became taut, and then Brad's things began to stretch away from his body. I could see then why Milly wanted to mark the cut line before the stretching was done, because his flesh had been pulled so much that the line was soon almost two inches above its previous position.

As we waited for his cock to become numb, I suggested to my friends that we should undress, and they were quick to accept the idea. Janis said that I should be the first, and they all gathered around me and began to remove my clothing. In no time at all, I was completely nude, and the height of my arousal was evident for all to see by my erect nipples and wet panties. My friends then began to undress themselves, and soon Brad was treated to the sight of six nude female bodies grouped around him. I was sure that if the rope and the sheath were to be removed then, his cock would spurt immediately.

After about fifteen minutes had passed, his penis was purple from the lack of blood flow, and Milly said that it was surely numb enough to allow the sheath to be removed. I again knelt beside him, then pulled the sheath off his dick by peeling it upwards from the part closest to his body. I doubted that the thing could have been removed by pulling the end over his cock head, given his state of arousal. As soon as the rubber tube was completely free, I asked Janis to release the winch and let it unwind a short way. When she had done so, I loosened the noose.

The effect was exciting to see. His cock seemed to shoot up to a state of full erection, and was soon bobbing back and forth and dripping pre-cum. It was easy to see that he was extremely aroused, and was eager for what was soon to come. My own arousal was high at that point, but I tried my best to keep it in check. I knew that the longer I waited to cum, the stronger would be my orgasm.

When I judged that his penis was as big as it would ever get, I again tightened the noose and then asked Janis to stretch him. She began to turn the winch handle, and soon his little things were once again high above their accustomed place.

Milly then handed me a short length of wire, which I wrapped twice around the cut line before pulling the ends together and twisting them. She gave me a pair of pliers which I used to tighten the wire even more, and finally both she and I were satisfied that his ability to cum was at an end.

Again I signaled Janis to release the winch, and when the rope was slack I removed the noose. I ordered Brad to get to his feet, and then we escorted him to the castration table.

The table was kept covered with a large cloth when not in use, since we thought it best to conceal it from other visitors to the back room. When we arrived at the table, Madeleine and Sharon removed the cloth and Brad had his first look at the place where his testicles would be taken from his body.

The table was about three feet wide and eight feet long. There were two leather cuffs fastened to the upper edge, which would be used to restrain his wrists. There were two more cuffs at the lower edge for his ankles, and about two feet above there were the ones that would be used to hold his knees widespread. The final restraint was a wide leather belt that would be fastened across his abdomen, and would hold him firmly to the tabletop.

I pointed to the table, saying, "Time to get started, lover. Hop up there so we can get you tied down." Again, he obeyed with no hesitation, and I could see by the glazed expression in his eyes that he was deep in fantasy. I was sure that he was reliving his childhood wet dream of being castrated by his sister.

I watched as my friends strapped him in place and put a large pillow beneath his head. When he was immobilized to my satisfaction, I watched as Madeleine walked to one of the walls and came back pushing a small table that had casters on each leg. It too was covered with a cloth, and although I knew exactly what was under it, waited in anticipation as Madeleine whisked it off.

Brad stared at the things laying there, trying to fathom their purpose. He saw a small propane tank with a nozzle attached to it, and laying beside it a roll of solder and a small ladle. I had bought those things at a plumbing shop, and had been told that the torch would melt the solder in seconds if it were placed in the ladle and held over the flame.

The next thing Brad saw was a scalpel, which he knew would be used to unman him. It was laying on a small metal tray, along with a needle and surgical thread, was also self-explanatory. The thing which was a complete mystery to him, as well as all the others except Sharon, was the next to last item. She knew its purpose, since her husband had made it for me in his machine shop.

It was shaped like a small funnel, except the spout was quite small in diameter and was about eight inches long. The end had been rounded and polished until it was very smooth. Brad kept staring at the thing, and finally turned to me with a question in his eyes. I said, "You'll see soon enough what it's for. I hope you like it as much as I do."

The final item was the clear-glass jar that we had purchased in the store where we met Angie. It was now filled with the fluid that would keep his cock and balls preserved for our viewing pleasure.

I picked up the scalpel, then stood there holding it while Milly drew another line on his genitals. This one circled the neck of his ball sac, then ran from there down the center of the sac and up around it to the other side. When she had completed the line, she stepped back, saying, "Have at it, sweetheart. Don't cut too deeply, or you'll be seeing the incision in his nuts forever. They won't heal in the jar, you know."

I took a few deep breaths to regain control of myself, then lowered the scalpel to his sac. As I held it there, I looked at Brad's face and asked, "What do you want me to do, sweetie?"

He had been staring at the things on the small table, and then at the scalpel in my hand. At my question, he looked at me with a blank look on his face. Finally my words registered with him, and he cleared his throat a couple of times before he was able to speak the words I'd wanted to hear for so long.

"I want you to castrate me. Please cut off my balls. I want you to do it to me. Please."

My friends murmured their approval of his willingness, and nodded to show that they'd heard him ask me to neuter him. I said, "All right, sweetheart. I know you've wanted this for a long time, and now it's finally going to happen. I'm just sorry that your sister couldn't be here to see it being done to you. I'm sure she's thought about doing it to you just as long as you have."

I then lowered the scalpel to his sac and began lightly tracing the line that Milly had drawn for me. I was careful to cut just barely through the skin of the thing, not wanting to disfigure his nuts. After cutting entirely around the neck, I followed the line that went down and around, soon completing that also. I then carefully peeled away the covering skin, making additional cuts where needed. Soon the two pieces of his sac were laying on the tray, and his balls were exposed to the air for the first time in their life.

Milly had told me that his genitals would be almost totally numb because of the constriction caused by the wire, and that proved to be true. When I first began the incision, he groaned with the pain he felt, but after that remained quiet. I was hoping that he wasn't totally numb, because I was looking forward to the reaction that would be caused by what was to come next.

His nuts were now laying quite lifeless on the tabletop between his legs. There was some blood there, but not nearly as much as I had expected. Apparently the wire was doing its job, and no fresh blood was able to enter his genitals. I took a few seconds to examine his testes, squeezing and prodding them to see if he would react. Again, his only response was a slight gasp as I closed my hand around one of the things and squeezed very hard. I almost wished that he weren't quite so numb, but decided that it was probably for the best. Milly had said that what I planned next would be very painful for him, even given his numbness and the tranquilizer he'd swallowed.

After I'd satisfied myself by examining his balls, and had shown them to my friends so they could tell him how small and useless they were, I held one of them out to Janis and asked her to hold it as high above his body as she could. Brad was holding his head as high as he could so he could watch what I was doing to him, and he had a good view of his right nut being held by my lover.

Madeleine then opened the valve on the torch and lit the gas that flowed through the nozzle. She adjusted the valve until the flame was blue-white in color, then nodded to Sharon. My new friend used the pliers to cut off a two-inch length of the solder, and then placed it in the ladle. As she held the ladle over the flame, I again brought the scalpel to his stretched nut.

Brad looked back and forth from the melting solder to the scalpel, trying to guess what I was going to do to him. As I made a tiny slice in his nut, then inserted the end of the funnel into it, he began to understand. Even given the extreme state of his arousal, I could see a panicked look cross his face. Had he not been firmly strapped to the table, I was sure he would have attempted to run from the room.

Janis held his nut in place, and I held the funnel. Sharon carefully lifted the ladle to the funnel and then tipped it, allowing some of the molten metal to run down the tube and enter his ball. I was rewarded with his scream of pain as the hot solder cooked him from the inside out. Milly had warned me that he would probably pass out at that point, and she was holding her bottle of smelling salts just in case he did so.

Apparently the degree of numbness due to the wire kept him from losing consciousness, and he continued to scream for several seconds, then began to moan and groan and he gasped for breath. His head had fallen to the pillow and remained there for almost a minute as the solder cooled. Finally he again raised it and stared at his cooked and thoroughly-dead nut. I asked, "Did you feel that, honey?"

He was unable to speak for several seconds, but eventually nodded his head and said simply, "Yes."

I then asked Janis to hold up his remaining ball, and made an incision in it also. After the funnel was inserted, Sharon again poured in the hot metal. This time, Brad screamed only once before groaning and gasping for breath.

At that point, my arousal was such that my hands were shaking beyond my control. Milly could see the state I was in, and knew that I couldn't continue like that. She stepped up behind me and placed her arms around my body, pinching and pulling my nipples with one hand and fingering my slit with the other. I had just barely felt her attentions when my orgasm rolled over me. My eyes were unable to see anything for what seemed a long time, and then they cleared to the sight of my husband looking at me, and all my friends smiling at the pleasure I'd just been given.

After taking a few deep breaths, I knew I was able to continue. I picked up the needle and thread and closed the incisions as Janis held his balls steady. There now remained only one more step, and for that I again took the scalpel in my hand and held it at his crotch. As Janis stretched his nuts as far as she could, I sliced through the cords that attached them to his body. When they were free, she held then high so everyone could see that he was now nutless.

The look on Brad's face was priceless. The sudden cessation of pain was a relief to him, and the realization of his lifelong fantasy was arousing. There was also a momentary look of sadness as he accepted the fact that he was no longer a whole man. I was almost sorry that I'd castrated him, until I remembered that it was his fantasy that had led to this, and that he had begged me to do it to him.

Janis handed the things to me, and everybody watched as I placed them in the jar of liquid. They sank to the bottom and remained there, thanks to the weight of the solder they now contained. When Janis had shown me the jar containing her husband's genitals, I had noticed how they had floated around in the liquid, and had decided that I wanted Brad's cock and balls to remain more in the position they'd been in on his body. The solder acted as an anchor, and I was sure the nuts would remain in place at the bottom of his severed cock once it also was placed in the jar.

I looked at Brad then, saying, "Just one more thing to do before you meet Gilly, honey. I know you're anxious to feed your little wee-wee to her, but we need to get you ready first."

He didn't reply, because his throat was probably raw from screaming, and also because he seemed to be so deep in his fantasy that his eyes were glazed over. I'm not sure that he even understood what I had said, but that didn't matter in the least, since his cooperation wasn't required for the next steps in his preparation.

Milly had walked to the wall cabinet while I was talking to Brad, and soon returned with another piece of wire. She handed it to me, then held his cock while I wrapped the piece around the shaft about 1/2" from the first one. I then twisted it tightly with the pliers, wanting to be sure to trap all the blood in his dick so it'd stay nice and hard when Gilly ate it.

When Milly handed to funnel to me, Brad seemed to regain some understanding of what was going to happen next. He began to groan and gasp for breath in anticipation of the agonizing pain that would soon explode in his cock, and as I pushed the funnel into the hole in his thing he seemed to be trying to say something, but couldn't form the words.

Thanks to the pre-cum filling his hole, the funnel spout slid in easily and was soon bottomed out against the second wire. Sharon had been melting more of the solder while I inserted the funnel, and at my nod she lifted the ladle and began to pour the hot metal.

Brad immediately began to scream, which was satisfying to me. I had feared that his penis would be so numb by that time that he'd be unable to feel the effects of the melted solder being poured inside his precious little dick, but his reaction proved that my apprehensions were unfounded. As the screams tore from his raw throat, his head bounced up and down against the tabletop. That caused my friends to laugh, and to make various comments about his obvious enjoyment of what I was doing to him.

As Sharon poured the hot metal into the funnel, I slowly withdrew it to allow the solder to flow out the bottom. By the time I'd raised the funnel about three inches, all the metal in the spout had passed into his penis and had begun to harden to form the "anchor" for that part of him.

Brad's screams had abruptly stopped about five seconds after they'd started, and when I looked at his face, I realized that he'd passed out. Milly was holding her bottle of smelling salts under his nose, and by the time I had completely removed the funnel from him, he was once again conscious.

As soon as he was once again able to focus on me, I said, "Okay sweetie. It's time for the final step. We're going to unstrap you now, and I want you to come with me so I can introduce you to Gilly." The straps were quickly unbuckled and we helped Brad off the table. He had to be supported for a few seconds before his legs would hold him, but finally he was able to take a few steps with our assistance.

We led him across the room, stopping about six feet in front of Gilly. Sharon removed the cloth that concealed her, and I watched Brad's face as he had his first look at the thing that would soon remove the last vestiges of his manhood. He seemed to be transfixed, and seemingly couldn't stop staring at what was before him. I saw his eyes begin at the blade and rope, then follow the rails downward to the cuffs where his wrists would be secured. He next looked even lower, and was virtually hypnotized by the hole in the metal plate that would hold his penis in position as it awaited the final cut. I was sure that he, like me, was visualizing him strapped in place, with his cock jutting through the hole, and the blade beginning its descent.

Once again, my arousal had reached the point where my hands were shaking and my breathing was ragged. I forced myself to ask, "Well, what do you think of our wonderful Gilly, sweetheart? Isn't she beautiful? Doesn't she look like she's really hungry for you?"

He slowly turned his head toward me, as if reluctant to take his eyes off what was standing before him, waiting patiently for him to assume the position he and I had waited so long to see. His voice was husky and low as he replied, "She's wonderful. She's everything I'd hoped for, and more. This is the perfect way for you to take that damned cock off me. What do you want me to do now?"

I answered, "I want you to walk around behind her so that I can find an adapter small enough for your little dingus. Gilly's hole is much too large for you, since she's designed for a normal-size penis. I just hope your thing is long enough to stick through the hole."

My friends had been making murmurs of approval as Brad replied to my questions about Gilly, and now they laughed quietly as his penis was belittled. He took no notice of them, but instead walked unsteadily around the guillotine and stood there waiting for me.

I took just a few seconds to select the correct adapter and slip it into the retaining slots behind the hole. I then stepped back and pointed to the plate, saying, "She's ready for you now. Stick your little thing through the hole and we'll get you strapped in place."

He didn't hesitate at all, but stepped forward quickly and guided his penis through the adapter plate. Once again, his eyes were glazed over, and I knew that he was deep in his fantasy. Since his cooperation was no longer required, it didn't matter to me what he did or thought. One way or the other, his cock would soon be laying on the floor in front of him, and soon after that it'd be floating in the jar.

Madeleine and Judy lifted his hands to the rails and fastened the cuffs around his wrists. Sharon and Janis brought the ends of the belt together and buckled it behind him, making sure that he was pressed tightly against the metal plate. Milly and I stood in front, watching to be sure that just the right amount of penis was projecting through the hole. If it were too much, the cut would be made too close to his body and there would be no wire to stop the flow of blood. If too little stuck through, then his cock would be severed too close to the tip and all the blood would run out of it, leaving nothing but a wet noodle to be displayed in the jar.

The position looked to be almost perfect, and I knelt to perform the last act required before the release rope would be pulled. I looked up at Milly, who was standing close to me holding four long needles in her hand. She gave me the first, and I placed the point of it against the shaft of Brad's cock, slightly above the wire.

I held his dick firmly in my left hand while pushing the needle completely through the shaft from one side to the other, continuing until it was centered. Since the lead plug was in his cock close to that point, I had to be careful to miss it. Brad showed no reaction to this new invader, which told me that his penis was either completely numb, or maybe even dead. I had hoped that he would be able to feel the needles, but decided that the agonizing pain he'd felt when on the table made up for his lack of pain now.

When I was satisfied that the needle was centered, I took the second one from Milly and inserted it through in the same location, but from top to bottom this time. I had planned to do this part slowly, wanting to prolong his suffering as long as possible, but decided there was no reason to do so now. The other two needles were quickly pushed through his cock just behind the head, and then I stood to admire my handiwork.

My friends, other than Milly, didn't know the purpose of the needles. I knew that as soon as the severed cock was in the jar they'd understand why I had wanted them in place, but decided that for now I'd keep them in the dark.

I stood then, knowing that the final act had arrived. Looking directly at my husband, I said, "There's nothing left to do now before Gilly has her snack. Tell me what you want me to do."

He looked slowly around at the other five naked women who were watching with anticipation, waiting for him to ask me to nullify him. He could see by their distended nipples that they were sexually aroused. I was sure that he could smell the juices dripping from their pussies, and that would have served to increase his own arousal.

Finally he looked at me, saying, "I want you to pull the rope. Please let Gilly eat my cock. I want her to have it. Please do it."

I heard my friends softly saying, "Do it to him. He wants it. Pull the rope. Give him to Gilly. Cut it off him."

I didn't need any coaxing, from either Brad or the other women. My hand slowly lifted to the rope, finally grasping it and pulling it enough to remove all the slack. As I paused, Janis moved up behind me as Milly had done shortly before. She reached around me and began abusing my nipples with one hand, while fingering my cunt with the other. I spread my legs to give her easy entry to my boiling-hot pussy, and felt my orgasm building higher and higher.

At the last moment, I pulled the rope. The blade descended as if in slow motion, seeming to take forever to cover half the distance to his eagerly-waiting penis. Faster and faster it fell, past his hands where they were strapped to the rails. I saw the cutting edge enter his shaft and slowly pass completely through it. As his severed cock began to tumble to the floor, my orgasm broke over me in wave after wave.

When I finally was able to see again, I realized I was slumped against Janis, and wondered if I had passed out with the intensity of my climax. When I looked at Brad, I saw that he was truly unconscious, and was slumped in place. Had he not been strapped to Gilly, he would have been lying on the floor.

The next place I looked was on the floor directly in front of him. His severed, still-erect penis way just then coming to a rest. It was supported by the needles that I had inserted, and looked for all the world like some sort of obscene, four-legged insect.

Milly again held the smelling salts under Brad's nose to awaken him, and he was soon coughing and gasping for air. Madeleine was standing there holding the jar, and she held it out to me. I dropped to my knees before taking the jar from her and setting it on the floor beside the dick.

When I was sure that Brad could understand what was happening, I picked up his cock and showed it to him. He didn't say anything, just stared at the thing in my hand as if hypnotized by it. I too did not speak, but just held the thing by its head and lowered it into the jar of liquid. It became evident to all then why I had used the needles.

As the cock settled to the bottom of the jar, held there by the lead weight in it, the tips of the needles were close to the sides. His cock was held in position, and it would be forever displayed as rampant, standing proudly above its two companions. I was pleased with the appearance of the display, and my friends showed their approval by applauding and cheering.

That brings my story to a close. I'm sure the reader can imagine that my friends and I spent a considerable amount of time pleasuring one another that night. We would look at the cock and balls floating in the jar and remember all the things that had been done to my husband before they ended up in their container. It was the first true orgy that I had participated in, but certainly not my last. The orgasm I had when Brad's cock fell to the floor was, as I had anticipated, the best ever. However, two other men have been nullified since he was done, and my climaxes at those events were also stem winders. I guess there's just something about seeing a man lose his most precious possessions that turns me on. How about you?