My ex-wife and her girlfriend shock me by cutting off my little penis and small scrotum.
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In the years since our divorce, my ex-wife, Kathleen, and I had always maintained a friendly relationship. Shortly after our divorce, she had moved in with another man and within a couple of years, had given birth to two children. The fact that she had become a mother was worthwhile noting, since our divorce was largely the result of her wanting children and my insistence that we remain childless. During our two-year marriage, our marital sex life had been almost non-existent. I was well aware of the reason for that. The fact is, I have the penis and testicles of a 10-year-old boy. My little pink penis is just slightly longer than four inches when erect. And my testicles are the size of marbles in a small, plump scrotum. My sac doesn't dangle between my legs. It is like a pre-pubescent scrotum, round and firm, perched tightly beneath my little penis. It didn't take me long to realize that I couldn't satisfy Kathleen sexually. When we made love, she would just lie there while I bounced up and down on her, trying to get enough friction to shoot my little load inside her. After I was finally able to cum, she would just get up, go to the bathroom to clean herself off, then return to bed, roll over and go to sleep. After a few months of this, our sex life ended. She wanted nothing to do with me sexually. And although she never came right out and said I was too small to satisfy her, she made it clear she was no longer interested in having sex with me. After about a year and a half of no sex life at all, we decided to divorce. It was an extremely civilized divorce. I agreed to give her a lump sum payment and that was it. I never expected to have anything more to do with Kathleen, but that all changed one winter night about three years later. On that night, there was a knock on my door and, when I opened it, I was surprised to see Kathleen standing there, looking upset. She told me that her common-law husband Mike had been out of work for a while and that, with Christmas coming, she was going to have nothing to give her two little boys. I knew she wanted me to give her some money, but it just didn't feel right to me. After all, she had decided to leave me after our loveless marriage and she was with another man now. Kathleen clearly knew that I didn't want to help her out financially, so she used a tactic other than simply begging me for cash. "Have you been dating again, Jim?" she asked, a little smile appearing on her face. "No, I just haven't found anyone who interests me," I replied. "So what are you doing for a sex life?" she grinned. Kathleen was well aware that I had masturbated frequently during our sexless marriage, so she realized that, without a relationship, I was undoubtedly doing the same thing now. I decided to be brutally frank. "I jack off," I said with matter-of- factly. "How would you like me to do that for you tonight?" she said, a big smile appearing on her face. "For a price, that is." "How much?" I asked. My little penis was stirring at the thought of having my ex-wife's hand between my legs. "A hundred dollars," she said. "That's too much. I'll give you $25." "Well, how about giving me $100 and I'll give you a handjob tonight and three more times in the next few weeks?" "You've got a deal," I said. We got up from our chairs in the living room and walked to my bedroom. I went into the ensuite bathroom, grabbed the trusty jar of Vaseline and some toilet paper, then returned to the bedroom where I found Kathleen sitting on the bed. "Okay, strip," she said, smirking as she watched me. I was feeling all sorts of mixed emotions as I began to undress. I was feeling embarrassed, since I was about to expose my boyish little penis and scrotum to my ex-wife. But at the same time, I was feeling incredibly excited at the prospect of having her masturbate me to climax. I had pulled off my sweatshirt, jeans and socks and was standing in front of where she sat, fully clothed, on the edge of the bed. Now clad in only my jockey shorts, I paused for a moment, summoning up the courage to expose my small penis and balls to my ex-wife. "Come on, take off your shorts," she grinned. "After all, you don't have anything I haven't seen before." I put my thumbs under the waistband of my jockeys and pulled them off, leaving me completely naked in front of her, my boyish equipment just inches from her face. My little penis started twitching, becoming erect in front of Kathleen's eyes. She was staring at it, a huge grin on her face. For a moment, I thought she was about to burst out laughing. Then, as I continued to become even more aroused, I suddenly realized that I was getting off on the humiliation I was feeling in this situation. I couldn't help myself from asking: "Is this the smallest penis you've ever seen, Kathleen?" She continued to stare at my tiny four-inch erection and plump little scrotum for a moment. Then she looked me straight in the eyes and said, "Yes, it definitely is the smallest I've ever seen. And it hasn't grown any since I last saw it." Kathleen patted the bed and said, "Lie down, Jim. We'll see how long it takes for you to shoot your load." I lay down and Kathleen put her cold, Vaseline covered fingers on my little, throbbing penis. She teased her fingers around the small head of my penis and then began stroking the short length of my shaft between her thumb and two fingers. At the bottom of each stroke, she seemed to purposely slam the side of her hand into my little testicles. And although she was treating my boyish penis and scrotum roughly, I was in ecstasy. I watched her face as she continued to stroke my little cock, her hand pumping rapidly up and down the short distance between my penis head and scrotum. Finally, I couldn't contain myself any longer, shooting a big load - for me - onto my chest. Kathleen just smiled as I lay there, breathing heavily. She then grabbed the toilet paper and cleaned off her hand. "I'm going back in the living room and having a drink," she grinned. "Get dressed and join me." When I joined her in the living room, Kathleen was still smirking. I asked her what was so funny. "Jim, you're just so small compared to Mike," she said, referring to the man she now lived with and who had fathered her two sons. "Is his penis twice as big as mine?" I asked. "No," she said, grinning. I was starting to feel a little bit more confidant about my equipment when she began speaking again. "He's a lot more than twice your size. I'd say Mike's cock is three times as big as yours." "You mean he's got a foot-long penis?" I asked. "No, he's more like nine inches. But he's so much thicker than you are. His cock is bigger soft than yours is hard. Just the head of his cock probably has more meat than your whole dick. And his balls are huge. His sac hangs down a good six inches. Let's face it, Jim. Compared to Mike, you're a little boy." As Kathleen talked, an amazing thing happened. My little penis became erect, just moments after I'd had an orgasm. Usually, it took some time after an ejaculation before I could get a second hard-on. Obviously, the humiliation was a huge turn-on for me. We talked some more about the comparative size of Mike and my genitals, but Kathleen soon tired of the subject. She told me she had to get home and, within minutes, she was gone. There were to be many repeat performances of that night. True to her word, Kathleen came back three times and gave me handjobs, each time making sure to talk about the tiny size of my penis and scrotum. She had also realized that I got off on being ridiculed for my boyish equipment. And, since she wanted to make me cum quickly, she increased her taunts about my little penis and balls, bringing me to rapid orgasm on each occasion. Soon, it became a regular ritual. Kathleen would drop over to my house unexpectedly, would give me a quick handjob and would leave with an extra $25 in her pocket. Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. And about three years later, I moved to another city. But after another five years had passed, I found myself back in the city where my ex-wife still lived. Since my sex life had continued to be virtually non- existent, I decided to give Kathleen a call. I had no idea how she would react to a suggestion that we get together like we had in the old days, but I figured I had nothing to lose. She sounded friendly when she heard my voice and, within moments, I learned that she had broken up with her former lover. I came right out and asked her if she'd like to get together and give me one of her famous handjobs. And to my surprise, she agreed. Then she said something that aroused me even more. "Do you mind if I bring someone with me?" she asked. "Who?" "My next-door neighbor," Kathleen replied. "I think she'd enjoy it. In fact, maybe she can do it to you while I watch." I was thrilled by the suggestion that someone else, a complete stranger no less, would be joining my ex-wife in giving me a handjob. "That'd be great," I said. "I'll give you $100." Then, thinking about how I could supercharge this fantasy evening, I added, "The two of you can shave my penis and scrotum." "That'll cost you more," giggled Kathleen. "Fine. Make it $150." We set up the get-together and it was all I could do to keep from masturbating at the thought of what was going to happen. I was staying at the home of a friend who was out of town and I knew we would have complete privacy for the fun to come. I had bought a couple of bottles of dry red wine, had set out some snacks for the women and was eagerly awaiting their arrival when the doorbell rang. It was Kathleen and her friend, Gloria. At first, I was stunned by how much they resembled one another. Both had short hair, cropped close to their heads with bleach-blonde highlights on top. Both had slim faces and wore bright red lipstick. Both were wearing jeans and sweaters. Just about the only difference was that Kathleen's large breasts were considerably bigger than Gloria's was. Kathleen had always been self-conscious of her big breasts, since they had long since succumbed to gravity and would sag down to her belly without the assistance of a heavy-duty bra. Gloria was slimmer than Kathleen was, and her well-rounded bottom was evident in her tight blue jeans. I invited them in and poured them each a glass of wine. We sat in the living room, making small talk for a couple of minutes. Then I decided to break the ice by getting straight to the point. "Did Kathleen tell you that I have the smallest penis she's ever seen?" I asked Gloria. "Yes she did," Gloria replied. "But I've seen quite a few penises, so yours might not be the smallest I've ever seen." "Well, let's find out," I chuckled. And with that, I led them to the bedroom, where I had everything ready for what I thought was going to happen. I had put a couple of towels on the bed so that my friend's bedspread wouldn't get wet or stained from the shaving of my privates. I had an electric shaver ready to go. There were safety razors with shaving cream and a big bowl I had filled with hot water only a matter of about 15 minutes earlier. Plus, there was the trusty Vaseline and a roll of paper towels. "Strip!" Kathleen ordered, a giant grin on her face as she eyed me up and down. I didn't waste a second. Within moments I was naked as a newborn babe, standing in front of my ex-wife and a woman I had never seen before in my life. "Let's do this right," said Kathleen. "Gloria, do you have the ropes?" "Sure do," said the woman who so closely resembled my ex-wife. "We're going to tie you to the bed, Jim," said Kathleen, the big smile still on her face. "That way, we'll be in complete control of you. You'd like that, wouldn't you, Jim?" "Sure," I beamed. This was getting better and better. I'd be able to just lie there while two women shaved me, played with my little penis and scrotum and gave me the best orgasm of my life. Since the bed was a four-poster, the women had no trouble securing me with the ropes. I lay there, spread-eagled on the bed, waiting for whatever was going to happen next. My little penis was semi- hard, about three inches of pink meat sticking out from my small nest of pubic hair. Kathleen and Gloria went right to work. I watched their faces as they positioned themselves between my spread legs. Both were wearing ear to ear grins as Kathleen picked up the electric razor, grabbed my little penis between her thumb and forefinger of her other hand, then began shearing off the pubic hair above my small dick. She used the razor carefully, removing the hair from my thighs and from around my little scrotum. When Kathleen was finished, Gloria began spreading shaving cream on my crotch, the feathery touch of her fingers on my plump little scrotum causing me to develop a full-blown erection. Gloria chuckled as she stared at my four-inch throbbing penis. "Yes, I think you might just be the smallest I've ever seen, too," she laughed. Then the two women began shaving off the rest of my pubic hair. A few minutes later, Gloria was rubbing my boyish genitals with a warm, wet cloth. When she finished, she and Kathleen stared at my crotch. "You were right," Gloria said to Kathleen. "He really does have the equipment of a 10-year-old." "I don't know about that anymore," Kathleen giggled. "My oldest boy is eight and I think his dick is bigger than Jim's." The two women then began talking softly to one another. Occasionally, they would flick a finger at my penis, causing my little erection to bounce around. And, once in a while they would flick my small scrotum, causing me to gasp when their fingers made contact with one of my little testicles. They finished whatever quiet conversation they were having and then Kathleen looked me straight in the eye and said the words I will never forget. "Jim, we're going to cut off your penis and balls." "Whaa-aaa-aat!" I gasped. "Are you kidding?" "Oh, I wouldn't kid you about something like that," grinned Kathleen. "Gloria and I are lovers. I'm sick of men. And although I don't really have anything against you, Jim, Gloria has always wanted to do something like this. Besides, your little dickie is so small, it's no good for anything. You never get laid. No woman could even feel it if you did stick your little dick inside her. And just think, if we take your penis and balls, you won't have to deal with your sex drive anymore. You're always horny, but all you can do with that little think is jack off." "You can't be serious," I said, my voice trembling. "I'll scream. You'll never get away with this." "I told you he'd scream," said Gloria. With those words, she grabbed one of my socks, forced my mouth open and jammed the sock inside. Then she gagged me with a scarf she'd brought along in her purse. I tried to scream, but there was only a muffled sound. I tried to thrash around on the bed, pulling at the ropes that held my arms and legs, but it was no use. They'd done a good job of securing me tightly. I was still thrashing around when I saw Kathleen's hand reach between my legs. "Stop moving around, Jim," she said firmly. To underscore her demand, she squeezed my little scrotum, my testicles sending a message of pain to my brain. I immediately stopped thrashing around on the bed. "Okay, let's get started here," said Gloria, grabbing two pillows from the bed. "Get him to lift his ass, Kathleen," she said. "No problem," grinned Kathleen. Still gripping my plump little scrotum, she began pulling upward. To avoid losing my balls, I pushed down on my heels and shoulders, lifting my ass off the bed. "Good boy," smiled Gloria, shoving the pillows beneath my quivering naked bottom. "Oh look, his little peepee isn't hard anymore," she giggled. "Watch this," grinned Kathleen. She took her forefinger and pressed my now one-inch soft penis back inside me. "Remember I told you I could make his dick disappear. Look at how funny this looks. It's like he's got no dick at all and just this round little boy scrotum. What a hoot!" The two women started laughing and I thought for a moment that maybe this talk of castration was just some sort of cruel joke. That's when I saw Gloria reach into her purse and pull out a gleaming stainless steel knife. It was about six inches long and had a serrated cutting edge. I gasped into the gag in my mouth when I saw it. "Aw, don't worry Jimmy," grinned Kathleen. "We'll do it quickly. And we have all the gauze and bandages you'll need. And if you think about telling someone that we were the ones who did this, we'll deny it. We'll give each other an alibi. Besides, I don't think you'll want everyone to know you'll have nothing between your legs. And, if somehow we do get charged with this, we'll send your itty-bitty dick and teeny weenie balls to someone who we know will show them to everyone you've ever known. I don't think you want that, do you Jim?" I was spellbound by what was happening. I knew that struggling would only cause me more pain. So I lay there quietly, my naked bottom lifted off the bed and my tiny hairless penis and tight little scrotum sticking up in the air, inches away from the gleaming knife in Gloria's hand. Then something truly astounding happened. My little penis began to twitch and throb and was suddenly standing erect, its proud pink four inches pointing at the ceiling. "Aw, isn't that cute," grinned Kathleen. "Look at that teensy little boner. Think I should jack him off, Gloria?" "Do you want to cum, Jim?" asked Kathleen. I nodded my head up and down. For some absurd reason, all I could think of right then was how much I wanted to shoot my load. "You want one last cum before we cut off your little boy equipment, Jimmy?" giggled Kathleen. I nodded again. "Well, sorry, we can't be bothered," Gloria laughed. She then grabbed my little erection and pulled it upward away from my body. I lifted my naked bottom as high as I could, but I still felt the pain of her pulling on my little hard-on. Gloria had her thumb and index finger wrapped around my little shaft, just below the penis head. "C'mon, Jim, don't worry about losing this little thing. It's so small, you can't satisfy any woman with it anyway. Kathleen, would you like to do the honors?" "I'd love to," laughed Kathleen. "I've never liked this tiny little dick. And I've always thought it would be a hoot to cut it off." With that, Kathleen took the knife from Gloria and, with Gloria continuing to pull at the top of my little pink erection, went to work, sawing the serrated blade through the base of my penis. It only took three sawing motions back and forth and suddenly Gloria was holding my now rapidly shrinking penis between her thumb and index finger. Kathleen immediately set down the knife and applied gauze to the small, bleeding wound where my little penis had been. She pressed hard on my cockless crotch, the pressure easing the flow of blood. "There are some coagulants to stop the bleeding, Jimmy boy," Kathleen smiled. "Actually, I guess you're not really a boy anymore now that you have no dick," she giggled. I had thought I would pass out from the pain, but somehow I remained conscious. Several minutes went by and I felt Kathleen applying a bandage to the spot where my penis had been. Then I heard Gloria say, "Okay Jimmy, it's time to lose your little nuts." "I think you should see this, Jim," smiled Kathleen. She was holding a hand-mirror between my legs at an angle so that I could see my plump little hairless scrotum perched alone between my thighs, no penis above it. "Does this look odd to you, Jimmy?" asked Kathleen. "Just this little boy bag between your legs with no little dickie. Sorry, but your little dickie is in my hand where it belongs." With those words, she showed me what she was holding in her other hand. It was my tiny pink penis, now just about an inch and a half long. It suddenly dawned on me that Kathleen was waving my little penis to distract me from what was about to happen. My eyes went back to the mirror between my thighs just as Gloria wrapped her thumb and index finger around the base of my plump little scrotum, pulling it away from my body. In one swift motion, she used the knife to slice the boyish little bag from my crotch. "All gone, Jimmy," she laughed, as she held up my little scrotum in one hand and jammed some gauze between my thighs with the other. That's when I blacked out. When I woke up, I was in a hospital bed, a young nurse standing beside me. I noticed she had pulled the covers back and was doing something below my waist. "Just changing your bandages, dear," she smiled. I looked down and saw she was just about to put some gauze between my thighs, where two surprisingly small wounds were the only sign that I had ever had anything between my legs. "That must have been a terrible accident," smiled the nurse, patting her hand gently on the bandage she'd just applied between my thighs. I stared at the nurse, not knowing what to say. I wanted to ask her all kinds of questions, but before I could say a word, she smiled at me and began speaking. "Don't worry," she said. "You'll be okay. "Your injuries are not life-threatening. And I have some good news. You have two good friends here to see you." I looked across the room and gasped. Kathleen and Gloria were standing there. As the nurse turned her back and walked out of the hospital room, Kathleen reached into her pocked and pulled out a small glass jar. "Look familiar?" she giggled. For some reason, my tiny penis and plump little scrotum looked smaller than I'd ever seen them. I stared at them, floating in the small glass jar. I didn't care if they were tiny. I wished they were still between my legs.