When I awoke from the “cock casting session,” the girls were squeezing my sore, badly abused cock back into the belt. It felt as if every nerve had been scalded. But they were giggling with excitement.

“Hurry Blaise, let’s see how it fits.” Blaise reached underneath me, squeezing my ass cheeks wickedly as she closed the lock. I felt my cock try to rise in it’s prision as she lighly tickled my swollen balls. Balls which had known no release in a month. Four more months to go. God….

Blaise picked up the mold of my cock from the dresser. “Look slave. It’s just like you, only better, because it will stay hard forever. “ And now I understood the reason I had to sleep tied to the bed. They had molded the base of the dildo with the front of my belt. Mistress Blaise slid the cock into place, threading it on to the curved stainless cock tube of my chastity belt. “giving me my cock back” for Christmas. I had to admit, it was a good likeness, and when it slid firmly against the front plate of my steel prison, It looked as if it had grown there. Blaise took the precaution of strapping it in place with a cock ring belt, but it probably would have stayed in place without.

She freed my wrists and ankles, and I groaned as I moved my arms and legs back into their normal position. “Stiff?” asked Mistress Judith with a grin, as she poured lube into her palm and began to teasingly run her hand up and down the dildo. “Mmmm slave, doesn’t this remind you of how you got into trouble in the first place?”

Yes mistress I croaked, watching the eerie scene before me, I expected to feel her hand, but there was nothing but the numb aching sensation from my imprisoned cock. I could almost imagine the persistent erection of the previous night had killed my meat, leaving it without nerves to feel the pleasure which had driven me to submission at my Mistress/wife’s hands. Now two gorgeous women were teasing and fondling my massive erection, and I could feel nothing. For nine months, no hand but my own had touched my cock, and for my last orgasm I wasn’t even allowed to touch it myself.Now she was mocking the hand-job that forced me to sign the papers giving her ownership of my cock forever.

Mistress Judith took my hand purposefully and placed it on the well lubed shaft of my cock’s perfect likeness. It felt surreal, so familiar to my hand. I flashed to the days when I was able to masturbate myself, pumping my aching need through my fist, as I fantasized about my wife, and about many of the beautiful women that I had now had the pleasure of orally servicing. I realized that I was pumping the plastic cock desperately, trying to feel anything but the cold numb ache of the tube. Mistress Blaise reached between my legs, and began fondling my swollen, exposed ball sac. “Oooh, it’s almost good as new isn’t it slave.”

I trembled in frustration as Mistress Judith knelt above me, lowering herself onto the turgid shaft with a moan. “Mmmm.” she moaned throatily, “I forgot how good your dick could feel inside me slave. I guess that because I haven’t touched it in nine months. I could see before me, a scene from happier days, My gorgeous dancer wife, soft DDD breasts hanging from her narrow ribcage, sweet cunt eagerly devouring the thick slightly curved eight inches of meat between my legs. Her manicured nails played lightly through my chest hair and tweaked my nipples. She leaned forward, tongue tickling my ear as she begged, “Fuck me David, fuck me my slave.” I began to thrust for all I was worth, as she arched her back, swinging her soft pillowy breasts into my face, I suckled her nipples wildly, finally gathering her unreal tits into both hands and pressing them tightly, to allow me to swirl my tongue over both hard nubs at once.

As she began to slow her riding, I rolled her over on her back, and pounded the cloned cock into her with a frenzy of pent up desire. Her head rolled back moth opening to moan, over and over again, cresting in her cum cry, and the feeling of her manicured nails against my abs as she slowed my thrusts. I leaned to kiss her, but she turned her cheek to me, tousled my hair and said, “That’s a good boy, now shower and get us some breakfast.”

I rose, feeling the pleasant weight of the cock swinging between my legs, but before I could leave the room, Mistress Blaise stopped me to unstrap the cock, and pull it unceremoniously from my body. I looked down at the bare metal tube controlling my last vestige of manhood. and felt a lump in my throat. “Oh don’t be sad. You’ll be putting this cock to good use soon!” said Blaise, tossing it to Mistress Judith. Now get going, you’ve got loads of work to do to get the house ready for the party.

The next days were filled with cleaning the house, and preparing the house for a party. But Judith hinted this party was to be more intimate than the previous one. “Only your favorites darling slave,” she whispered wickedly. The party was to be much more intimate than I had imagined.

At 7pm New Year’s Eve, the doorbell rang, and I went to open it, dressed only in my chastity belt, leather wrist and ankle cuffs, and a leather collar, all locked on, ready to enslave me at a moments notice. In walked Beth, in a stunning strapless cocktail sheath, in a deep wine color. Every detail from her elbow length silk gloves, to the way her long loose hair spilled around her bare shoulders was smolderingly sexy. The deep red made her pure milk white skin luminescent, and her bold red lipstick made her mouth irresistible.

“Well, don’t you look cute,”she said, and grabbing my cock tube she pulled me to her and kissed me deeply, tongue probing my startled mouth, then both our tongues teasingly circling the other. I could feel her perfect breasts against my hard chest, and had just slid my hands down her waist to cup her perfect ass cheeks when a hard slap on the ass brought me to my senses.

“Slave, did I tell you you could make out with my guests? “ I turned to face her, blushing.

“No mistress, I…” Slam. I was totally unprepared for the sudden hard kick to my balls. I cried out, doubling over. as I crumpled to the floor clutching my aching balls. She grabbed my hair, pulling my face up and giving me a slap across the cheek hard enough to leave a red handprint.

“Remember slave, you are not an equal. You will act at my wishes, and the wishes of Mistress Blaise.”

“Yes Mistress” I managed meekly.

“An you little missy. You know better than to play with my things without permission.”

“Yes,” said Beth, a little embarrassed. “It was my idea.”

“He knows better. And I think you know how to apologize,” continued Judith, raising the hem of her short gold skirt to bare her neatly trimmed pussy. To my surprise, Beth dropped dutifully to her knees, and began to earnestly go down on Judith. At that moment Blaise walked in, stunning in her black sequined dress.

“Well I see the party has started, “ Lets get somewhere more comfortable. Beth rose and I followed them into the living room. The scene was festive, filled with candles and a fire blazing in the fireplace. A few choice hors d'overs, and iced champagne at the ready for midnight. In the center of the glass coffee table stood two replicas of my cock, back to back like bookends. I mixed the cocktails strong, and soon the women were happily giggling and making out, feeding each other little bites of cheese and grapes, and comparing notes on their recent sexual exploits. It seems Beth had been enjoying taking the submissive role with both Blaise and Judith, and that they has brought her along to encounters with Mike, the huge hung stud, who had been too much for Beth’s taught young pussy to handle.

“God, David’s dick looks like it would stretch me to the limit,” Beth mused, fingers tickling up and down the shaft of my disembodied erection.

“Well I think it’s time we found out,” replied Blaise, taking the dildo from the table and mounting it onto my belt. I felt torn in two, between anguish and desire as Beth lay back on the sheepskin by the fireplace. I had dreamed so often of penetrating her gorgeous young body with my cock, and even though I couldn’t feel it, I was determined to give her the ride of her life.

On the other hand, it was anguish to watch the dildo glistening at the mouth of her cunt, slowly spreading her bright pink lips and entering. The feeling eas surreal, as her hands glided down my back, hands gripping my ass cheeks, and pulling me in deeper.

"Come on big boy, give that cock to me," she moaned. I did, watching as her breathing changed, to seeing her flush with pleasure and shudder finally with wave after wave of orgasm. My real cock lay imprisoned, unable even to erect. It was was cruel torture. It multiplied when Blaise knelt behind me, fondling my sac and licking my ass. When Mistress Judith sat on Beth’s face, and ordered me to “Lick my ass while this little slut sucks my clit,” I thought my body would tear itself apart with lust. I thrust wildly, unable to escape the maddening waves of desire. I felt as if my whole body was in flames. As Beth reached one more shattering climax, screaming into Judith’s pussy, Blaise lay down beside us, fist stroking her own greased up version of my cock, harnessed on to her womanly curves, jutting obscenely into the air above her mound. Strapped to her delicate frame, the cock looked even bigger.

“Stop fucking slave,” said Blaise. I pulled out and knelt there, feeling the weight of my cock. “Let’s see if I’m better with your dick than you are…”

The Beth slowly mounted the dildo, lowering herself down, and then she began to ride the fake cock in earnest. Mistress Judith lowered herself onto Blaise’s face, proving her dominant role, as she leaned forward to kiss Beth into breathlessness, the breast rubbing over each other, their hands exploring each others bodies and caressing Blaise’s beautiful tits.

Mistress tore her mouth away from Beth’s long enough to say “Lick her ass slave, until it’s soaking.” I went to work between her perfect cheeks with my slightly curved tongue swabbing her tight hole as she rode the likeness of my cock. The smell of all the musk made my head spin. Suddenly I felt Mistresses hands on my body, pulling my face away from Beth’s ass.

Mistress Judith took a perverse pleasure in returning me to cocklessness, removing the dildo from my belt, and strapping it on herself, after tucking a bullet vibe down into the hole where my defeated penis had lain, trapped and helpless. Then without even asking she placed the cockhead at Beth’s back door.

Beth froze, a look of panic spreading over her face. Pinned between Blaise and Judith, she could not escape. “No, oh my god, I’ve never done it in the ass, please… I’m not ready.” Judith was unrelenting.

“Just relax. We all were scared the first time.” She pressed slowly forward until the swollen head passed into Beth’s tight rear channel, the delicate rosebud of her asshole blossoming to swallow the visage of my thick member. Beth drew in a gasp and shuddered. “OH. Oh my…oh my GOD.” Her hips began to gently rock, as she eased into a rhythm of double penetration. The room grew quiet except for Beth’s trembling gasps, and the quiet hum of the bullet vibes behind my Mistresses strap-ons.

“Slave, put your balls in my mouth,” ordered Blaise, and I knelt over her face, gasping as she swirled her tongue once or twice around my sac and then sucked it wholly into her mouth. My face was inches from Beth’s , and I watched her, wide eyed expression, and gasps of pleasure shuddering as if they penetrated her entire being. I wanted to kiss her, to touch and help her reach her climax on my “cocks” but I didn’t dare. I felt Blaise’s teeth tighten gently on my sack cords, pointy canines finding purchase in the spongy skin, gripping, imprisoning my balls behind her teeth. All three women were clearly approaching climax, and I worried what Blaise might do to my last vestige of manhood in the throes of one of her violent orgasms. The scent and the sound and smell of pleasure swirled around me, and her teasing tongue sent waves of frustrated joy through my entire body. “Fuuuuk, “ I hissed.

Mistress looked up and smiled. “Is this the hottest thing you’ve ever seen slave?”, and without waiting for an answer, “Go ahead. You have permission to touch her, kiss her, help make this little girl scream.”

I leaned forward, cursing the fact that I had gotten my wish, and was now in the most exciting encounter of my life, as a cockless sex slave, watching my own former cock take Beth to ecstasy in her cunt and ass. Suddenly Blaise began to cum, and I felt her teeth closing hard behind my balls, as her body arched and bucked beneath Beth. Beth let out a screaming wail of pleasure, her nails sinking into my biceps as she shuddered through a blinding orgasm, shoving me violently backwards off of Blaise’s face. Her teeth tore at my sac, racking my balls on the way out and I lay against the hearth, in pain, watching as Mistress Judith began her climax, falling forward onto Beth’s back until all three tumbled into a pile, groaning, oh my god-ing and giggling. Beth grunted as the twin dildoes slid from her cunt and ass.

Outside, in the distance, the sound of fireworks. “Ooh, Midnight! Champagne slave!” I rose unsteadily, and popped the bottle open, filling the three flutes, which I carried to the sated trio, propped up on the rug by the fire. Toasts were made all ‘round.

“To the sweet virgin’s ass.” said Judith, clinking glasses with her lovers. “God. My first day with a dick, I’ve already taken someone’s virginity.

“To the hottest sex ever,” said Beth.

“You ain’t seen nothing yet,” toasted Blaise in return.

“And one final toast to make the evening complete, “ said Mistress Judith, and rising to her feet by the mantle, she produced the large hunting knife and tapped her glass for attention. “I’d like to take this moment to recognize the end of slaves last year as a man, and the beginning of his life of slavery and eternal desire. She walked forward, swaying sexily, and stood before me. She laid the knife lightly against the base of the stainless tube containing my helpless meat. She leaned in closer, tongue grazing my ear as she said, “ Poor baby, you’re suffering because of that helpless, trapped little cock aren’t you.” Her hot breath sent shivers down my spine, as her pillowy breasts flattened against my chest Don’t worry, it will all be over… soon.” She kissed my ear, and turned to raise her glass once more.

“Here’s to sacrifice.”