When I was much younger I worked as a travelling salesman in the confectionary trade. I worked the English holiday resorts during the English holiday season. I was staying at a boarding house in Blackpool where I had stayed several times before. The Landlady and her partner were very friendly, hospitable and accommodating. One summer’s evening I came back to the boarding house after a long hot day selling my wares south of Blackpool. Henry, the Landlady’s partner, as sitting at reception reading a book. He looked up at me and smiled darkly at me.

“Sell much of your shite today?”

I smiled back and shook my head. “Shower time!” I said climbing the stairs to my room.

“Come into the bar and I will buy you a drink once you smell more human.” Henry shouted up the stairs after me.

“I will,” I retorted.

After I showered and dressed I went down stairs into the bar where Henry was sitting behind the bar.

“Sit down you tired youth and I will fix you a stiff G and T for you. It will help take away all the bad taste of the lies you told all those gullible shopkeepers today.”

I laughed at Henry’s comment and sat in one of the easy chairs that were a feature of “Henry’s Bar” as the neon sign advertised above the Bar area of the room. Henry was a dark horse. His partner the landlady told me he was womaniser and had a series of women up and down the west coast of England. I found this quite hard to believe as Henry was a slight built man in his mid fifties. He was not, in my limited experience, the type of man a woman would fall for. Sylvia, his partner had warned him on many occasions that if she found him with another woman she would castrate him. This appealed to Henry’s humour who replied to such a threat with a sarcastic opinion.

Henry came over to me with to glasses in his hands and put them on the table. He began to tell how boring his day had been as Sylvia had gone down to Devon for a week to see her elderly mother. His arguments with Sylvia were what he missed.

“This is why you are on the G and T?” I said

“Yes, when Sylvia is around I have to be T total. Like a monk.”

After a while and three G and T’s later the other guests arrived in the bar for a pre dinner drink. Henry was at his best welcoming the guests wit his dry humour and his endless charm. When the guests were summoned to the dinning room I was about to follow them and Henry stopped me and said:

I’ve made enough curry for six. You’re more of a friend than a guest. What do you say?”

I was taken aback and said I would like that.

After eating the lovely curry Henry had poured another two large G and T’s were poured and I was ushered out to the sun veranda and told to relax. Henry spoke about his life with Sylvia and I detected a tension in Henry’s voice. He then went on to tell me had had a collection of porn magazines and videos. I told Henry I would like to see one. He got up and went to another French window next to the one I had passed through. Soon he came back holding a bundle of magazines. Henry placed them on the table beside me. I picked one up and was taken aback at its title, ‘Gay AnalXXX’.

I looked at another called ‘Gay Butts on Heat’. I flicked through the one I had in my hand and looked at the images and my mouth went dry.

“Do you like what you see?” Henry asked looking straight at me. I remained silent and Henry handed me another one titled ‘Gay Fetish Twinks’. He told me to look at the middle pages. I did so and saw an image that stirred something deep inside me. It wasn’t repulsion I felt, it was like confusion laced with curiosity. Henry repeated the question “Do you like what you see? I like doing that to my boys. They like it to. It proves I am always on top.” I replied that the images were different and that I did not mind them. They did not make me judgemental. Henry told me that he had always wanted to ask me a question. I told him to do so. Henry asked me if I was gay. I replied I had never thought about it, but when I do I honestly don’t know.

Henry came over to me and took my hand and told me to come with him.

He led me through the French windows that led to his bedroom.

Once in the bedroom Henry walked me over to the bed and began to undress me. I made no resistance to this as I felt my shirt being undone and removed from my body. Henry swiftly had my trousers down at my ankles and my underpants followed suit.

Henry told me to step out of them. I did and I sat on the bed and took my own socks off. I was sitting naked before Henry. Henry sat down beside me and began to fondle my balls. He asked if I like this. I nodded and he then pushed me on to my back. He put his hand round my cock and pulled back its foreskin and bent down and began to suck on it. I let out a sigh that encouraged Henry to suck my cock harder; Henry stopped sucking me and began to undress where he sat. I watched him as he took off his clothes; I saw the body of an old but fit man. He pushed me into the middle of the bed and slid himself over to me and went down on me again. I saw his cock at my mouth and I directed it into my mouth and began to suck it. We were in the classic sixty nine position, oblivious of everything but the pleasure we were giving each other. Henry’s body reached climax and he exploded in my mouth which made me cough. Henry raised himself up and asked me if I wanted to leave. I shook my head. I looked at Henry’s body and saw it was beginning to sag into old age.

Henry told me Sylvia was wrong about his string of women as it was a string of gay men he had up and down the coast. After a while Henry began to stroke my body with his right hand and asked if he could fuck me. I was surprised at his question as I thought it would be an inevitable event. I did not answer the question as I asked Henry a question: “Henry, are you bi sexual?” Henry replied that he was bi sexual and that he thought I was of the same ilk. I nodded my head. He then pushed back on to the bed and turned me on to my stomach. I watched him as he pushed lubrication into my hole and rub it on to my buttocks at my hole. I saw him unroll a condom over his cock and I shut my eyes. I felt him mount the bed, then an arm was pushed between my stomach and the bed and I felt my bottom being raised from the bed. “Just relax. Just relax.” I heard Henry tell me. I tried but I was nervous of the coming event I still had my eyes closed as I felt Henry slap his cock off my opening and then I felt, for the first, time the burning pain of penetration.

“OH FUCK!” I cried out as Henry fucked me. My cry made Henry’s cock slip out of my eager hole.

“Your passage is awfully tight, Dave. Relax your muscle so I can get in you.” Henry said, as he tried to enter me again.

“Oh Henry, it is hurting me every time you push your cock into me.”

“Have you had a man inside you before?”

I shook my head and said in a confessional tone, “Never ever before, you’re the first. I have sucked a man’s cock in toilet on a train. I have masturbated two men, but never have I allowed myself to do what we are doing now.

Henry told me, while lubricating with a thicker gel, that he was honoured and that he would be careful with me.

Henry treated me like I was a lady; gently probing me and then thrusting the area he had conquered, and then began to probe another area softly. My body rippled with waves of pleasure. I found my lips kissing Henry’s wrists until I heard and felt his balls slap off my lubricate buttocks. I turned my head and saw Henry’s face contorted in pleasure. This made me more confident and I whispered to Henry that his cock was wonderful and sexy. This gave Henry more liberty to fuck me as he would a man. His thighs worked like to great pistons pushing his totally stiff cock deep inside me. I felt Henry’s sweat drip on to me. I told Henry to come deep inside me. These words put Henry into a sexual frenzy as he started to say things to me to give him the ultimate orgasm.

“You are a dirty boy making Henry do this to you!”

“Yes, I am dirty, dirty!”

“You like being fuck in your arse, don’t you.”

“Oh yes, I like being fucked hard by you Henry!”

“You like Henry to fuck you, don’t you, you floozy?”

“Oh yes, Henry fuck me hard as you can!”

“You want Henry to cum while he is up you, deep inside?”

“Yes Henry cum inside me, let your load go, cum Henry, come!”

We were both caught up in frenzy and I groan as I heard Henry moan as he crashed his full weight against me Henry let out the groan of his release as he filled the condom with his sperm. I felt his cock go flaccid and shrink. Soon after this Henry’s cock fell out of me. I found my self gasping for breath and I had to push Henry off me as. As he fell on his back I found my sexual frenzy had not subsided as I went down on Henry licking his flaccid cock. Henry grabbed me and pulled me round so my arse was at his face. I felt Henry begin to kiss and lick at my hole. It wasn’t long before I was straddled over Henry as he fed his cock back into my more accessible hole. Henry was still fucking me when the first light of sunrise crept into the bedroom. Henry came for the last time on our first visit to his bed.

The sex went on all week until Sylvia came home a day early and caught us in the middle of Henry’s orgasm. This was when I experienced the wrath of a spurned woman that ended in my castration at the hands of Henry and Sylvia which I will relate to you now.

Henry was beating his cock into my most welcoming hole and was just about to come when the bedroom door opened and Sylvia walked in to see us in mid flow. Henry came deep inside me as he uttered between breathes “SSSS_YYYY_VVVVV_IIIII_AAAAAAA!”

“You dirty bastard, my back is just turned and you are up to your antics again and with David!”

Sylvia, I couldn’t help myself. Dave threw himself at me. He came into the bedroom and stripped naked. He told me he wanted me to fuck his arse or he would tell you that I had a few Gins. He knows how much you hate me drinking. I said no at first. But he put so much pressure on me that I gave into his demands. Sylvia, please.”

“Is this true David?” Sylvia asked as she threw her coat on to the bed beside me. “Yes I thought so. I knew I couldn’t trust you. Well you are going to pay for this. Henry get my special drink and give so to this wretch!” Henry left the room and I tried to stand up. “Remain where you are you fucking pig!” I sat back down on the bed. Sylvia stared at me with contempt. Henry returned with glass that contained a red liquid and handed it to Sylvia. She gave it to me. “Drink it! Now! Drink!” I began to drink the liquid, which was sweet tasting. Henry and Sylvia watched me drink the liquid. As soon as it hit my stomach I became groggy. Henry helped me off the bed and opened a door that led to a dark staircase. “Down you go Dave, I’ll help you.” I staggered down the stairs to another door which opened onto a dimly lit room. I judged it was a cellar. I passed out.

When I came round I found myself strapped to an ‘X’ shaped cross. There was an open fire burning which filled the room with a dappled light. On the other side of the room Henry sat and behind him Sylvia stood dressed in a black shiny leather cat suit. In her hand she had a whip.

“So you are awake!” she shouted, “Henry, will I show him what pain is?” Henry nodded his head and Sylvia handed him the leather whip. I thought Henry was going to whip me, but Sylvia moved over beside me. She pulled a lever and the ‘X’ shaped cross moved so that I lay flat in front of Sylvia. She came over to me and she looked down at me. “How many times did you fuck Henry?”

I started to speak but Sylvia covered my mouth and said, “Henry told me at least nine times when I was away. Did it give you pleasure? Well, try this for pleasure.” Sylvia removed from a pocket in her cat suit a handful of hypodermic needles and put them on my stomach. She lifted one and removed it from its container. She grabbed my right testicle and pushed the needle into it. I screamed an agonizing scream and I saw Henry smart at my painful outcry. “Well? Does that give you pleasure?” Sylvia pushed another into my ball sac. I again screamed. “Pleasure?” Another was imbedded in my testicles. “Well? Are you going to cum?” Another was pushed into my testicles. Twenty seven needles were pushed into my ball sac and through my testicles- three for every time Henry said I’d fucked him.

“Are in pain David? I think you are by the way you are moaning and groaning. Does it hurt? Does it really hurt?” I shook my head at every question Sylvia asked me. “Do you want the pain to go away? Do you? I shook my head again. “I can make it go away by removing your balls. Do you want me to do that to you? Castrate you, you rent boy.” I shook my head and said “No, Sylvia, please no. “Sylvia put her hand on my impaled ball sac and squeezed it. The pain was utterly unbearable and I shook my head and knew I was destined for castration. Sylvia removed her hand, which was covered in my blood.

“Henry, come hear and give David a squeeze. Convince him that castration is the best way forward.” Henry came over and squeezed my ball sac. He began to twist it so the needles would cause maximum pain. “Dave, give in let Sylvia denut you. It’s the only option.” Sylvia came over to me and looked at me sternly “Well David,

Tell me to castrate you. Tell me.”

“Sylvia,” I said in a resigned tone, “castrates me.” This pleased Sylvia. She told Henry to bring the equipment over to her. I saw in her hand an open razor which she shaved my ball sac with. She then lifted from a tray a long bladed scalpel and cut into my ball sac where the line is I was beyond pain and lay there motionless watching Sylvia cut me open. She removed the needles one by one and threw them onto the fire. I watched as she pulled my right testicle and cut into its chords. I watched in silent numbness as she held my detached testicle before she threw it onto the fire. She came to my other side and did the same procedure, but this time she gave my testicle to Henry who ate it in front of me. “Let him bleed awhile.” Sylvia said turning to Henry. Henry looked up at Sylvia who said, “Let that be the last time I have to castrate someone to give you pleasure. David’s balls are the twenty third cut I have cut for you.”

After this Henry and Sylvia made passionate love in front of the fire, while my dripped on to the floor.

“O Sylvia you like Henry right up you, don’t you?”

“Yes right up me. Fucking my pussy hard!”

“You are a dirty, dirty girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes dirty, dirty girl.”

“You want Henry to cum deep inside you, don’t you?”

Yes cum inside me, Henry, please come inside me!”

There was moaning and Henry and Sylvia let out a roar of release as I passed out into oblivion.