“You were always so interested in all that medical stuff,” he said smiling, eyes downcast as though he was a shy sort, the opposite of his true nature. “Thanks!” she replied, her face beaming. She wondered if he were finally beginning to appreciate her after all these years. Her real self, not the young athletic body he coveted from afar in high school.

She ran her hands across the manual. Everything about the book spoke of quality; he must have paid dearly for it. Surely it was a special order. She felt warmth welling up from within her, and gazed at him something like she had as a girl. It was indeed a special day.

“Yeah, I figured ‘what the hell?’ for old time’s sake, you know?” he said, continuing to smile. “As much as you were into all that stuff senior year, who would have ever guessed you’d have ended up just being my girl,” Her heart sank, he would never change.

As disappointed as she might have been, she nevertheless found herself leafing through his gift the next day. Memories of her misspent youth washed over her as she quickly scanned the mountains of data, purposefully neglecting the housework.

When he finally arrived from work, he was late yet again. She had strong suspicions he was fucking the new copy girl, “Jen” or “Lynn”, the exact name escaped her. There was a time when the matter would have obsessed her. She would have analyzed herself for whatever flaw had driven him to look outside of their relationship for satisfaction. Such ideas were well behind her now, however. The fantasy of perfect monogamy lay tucked away next to that of the wedding she had imagined since childhood.

She waited for the inevitable request for sex, leafing through the heavy tome in the easy chair nearest the lamp. He was anything if not predictable, he had been a good boy, and now deserved a reward. “What say we make this a perfect day?” he announced a couple of minutes later, his hand on her thigh, and an evil grin on that boyish face.

Pretending to be amicable, she grinned widely in reply, and followed him dutifully down the hall to their bedroom where he wasted no time in stripping off his clothes and laying back upon the bed.

She examined him carefully in this state, perhaps for the first time, and thought of how vulnerable his long, engorged organ made him. It was a curious sensation; a man's genitals were heretofore symbols of power and virility in her imagination. She wondered at herself, placing a small, soft hand on his hard thigh, reaching out with the other to fondle his balls. She rolled the two large eggs about in her hand, being sure to give them a nice squeeze every so often. How cold they were in comparison to the hot flesh of his penis, especially the head. Her mind began to wander even more as she grasped the warm shaft of his bulging manhood. The feel of his phallus in her hand, the life of it, the urgency was certainly satisfying, but it was nothing she had not experienced before, dozens of times. How cold they were indeed, nearer to death than the rest of him, how much effort would it take to bring them a little further towards their final destiny? Masturbating him with expert skill, she smiled as he gently bucked his hips, closing his eyes to savour her manipulations. Clear fluid oozed from the tip of his penis and ran down the thick shaft. Oblivious to all now, his neck arching, eyes shut tight, his hips bucked more aggressively. Reaching down, she tugged carefully on his large nuts, something he was quite fond of. Staring at his elongated sack, she dared to pull them further than ever before, and thought of how wonderful it would be to slice them from his body. She thought of his screams, of the generous sack and testicals severed from his body, held firmly within her grasp. Without warning he began to shoot, his spasming balls still held tightly in her palm, the tugging must have pushed him over the edge. The head of his penis flared large again and again as thick, cloudy cream rocketed out of his slit. Just then her mind was overwhelmed with the thought of severing everything in mid-orgasm, even his long penis, and was taken in the throws of her own potent climax. As the hot jets of semen subsided, and she jerked the last of his seed from within him he became aware of her condition, and prided himself once more on his ability to thrill the opposite sex. "Like that dick, don’t you?" he sneered, wearing the same cocky little smile as they day they met. "Oh, God, yes!" she managed to croak between gasps, unwilling to reveal the real reason for her passion. It wasn’t an entirely false answer, after all, his genitals had certainly excited her, just not quite the way he would have liked.

As he drifted off into a light sleep, she studied his lips, his face. They were certainly beautiful; there was no doubt about that, but only truly lovely now that he was asleep. Her thoughts returned to his little smirk, it had been charming once, more than charming really. Enthralling would be a more accurate description, utterly enthralling when she was a high school lass. She remembered the feeling, and struggled with the idea it had ever really been him at all. It must have been someone other than this cad now gently snoring beside her, what a pompous, arrogant little twit.

She looked down at his spent cock and thought what a pathetic thing it was now, deprived of its vital energy, completely useless.

All too familiar with the coma he often lapsed into after his own needs were satisfied, she felt secure in getting up and going over to the nearby closet to rummage about. A little sneer crossed her face as she took note of just how much space was consumed by a seemingly never ending parade of his personal possessions. What was the use of it all anyway? It was as if she was subsidizing the spirit of an adolescent which refused to let go of its aging male host. All of this space devoted to the pursuit of some boyhood fantasy of athletic virtuosity. Virtuosity never attained, and what little ability there was to begin with fading with every year. How sickening.

In the corner she finally spied what she was searching for and gathered it up, making her way back to the bed. With some effort she managed to tug on each of his arms and legs in turn until his body mass was distributed evenly across the bed. Amazingly, he never fully woke, her maneuvers met only with half-conscious moans of protest as she dragged him into position. God, what a complacent, spoiled thing he was.

After waiting a few minutes to assure the coma had returned, she resumed her efforts moving from one corner of the bed to another, binding his limbs to the bedposts with nylon rope. He had bought the stuff from a catalogue two years ago, thinking what a manly, virile thing it would be to ascend one of the sheer rock faces in the desert some 100 miles to southwest of their home. He had overpaid for them and used her credit card to boot, but she said nothing, after all, he was the man she loved.

Once certain his limbs were secure she made her way towards a nearby storage room and returned seconds later with a pair of wire cutters. Sitting the cutters on the nightstand to her left, she climbed back onto the bed and straddled her victim so that she was sitting just a little below his cock and balls; the latter nestled neatly against her dark fur. Reaching forward, she began to tickle his penis and within seconds he awoke.

She thought of how she had managed to twist her ankle and shatter her knee when almost to their doorstep after a long bicycle ride one day. Lying there, she cried out for him in the most pitiable tones for nearly an hour while he slept. Had it not been for an elderly next door neighbor, she would have remained there for God knows how long. Thinking back on the situation, she decided she could have received his undivided attention in an instant had she chosen to fake an orgasm instead.

"What the fuck?" he stammered, noticing his restraints. Soon, he relaxed however and grinned widely at her, "You're a kinky little thing aren't you!" he said, smiling cockily once again. It was an effort to restrain herself from squeezing the life from his large balls, but she knew patience would reward her handsomely. She continued to fondle his handsome prick until it reached its potential and then moved up onto to her knees so that her hot cunt hovered just fractions of an inch away from the swollen glands.

It wasn't long before he began to beg for her sex, but she responded only by rubbing the engorged purple head of his dick back and forth across her damp slit so slowly that it drove him mad with need. She continued like this for another half-hour, using the techniques to which he was most vulnerable until tears flowed from the corners of his clinched eyelids.

“I wanted to thank you for your gift,” she said quietly while he squirmed beneath her, far too self-involved to respond, nothing unusual for him. “It was far more than just a book,” she continued in the same measured tone. “I like to think of it as a key, a key to freedom,” she said wearing just the hint of a smile.

Sighing at his lack of response, she leaned over and retrieved the wire cutters from the nightstand and assumed her former position. Gingerly, she probed the flesh at the base of his painfully erect penis, searching for some underlying structure until at last she fixated on a particular spot, and after prodding the area twice more to be sure, brought the wire cutters to bear.

Suddenly feeling cold steel pinching his hot flesh, her former love came out of his stupor in record time. His eyes darted towards his crotch to see what in the world she was doing to him, but found he could see little in the relatively dim light save that she was up to something at the base of his cock. Concern was soon replaced with terror and horrible pain however when the cutters finally bit into the warm tender flesh, and he screamed like a young girl as the jaws cut deep into his rod.

“Oh, shut up!” she commanded while her prisoner wailed beneath her. “It’s already over! I’m not going to cut off your precious penis, I just needed to destroy a nerve cluster, that’s all,” she related matter of fact.

Tossing the cutters aside, she took his penis by the root once again, and at long last slid the length of it inside her torrid recesses. He should have been relieved, even grateful, but his penis ached and felt extremely odd. Although being within her was pleasurable, most of the sensation seemed to have been lost, and he worried aloud that she had ruined him sexually. Ignoring his whimpers, she rode him for several minutes until her sex grew tight about his rigid shaft and convulsed in a powerful orgasm. He watched helpless as her little stomach fluttered and her nipples drew into hard nubs.

When the contractions subsided she dismounted and made her way towards the bathroom to wash up.

“Hey! Look, you made your point, OK?” he shouted at her as she stepped into the bath. “Aren’t you at least going to finish me off?!” he whined. He heard her soft footfalls approaching the bedroom once again. “Couldn’t if I wanted to baby,” she said flatly leaning just past the doorway. “You’ll never come again. I just wanted to make sure you began your new existence with a full load in your balls. I have to admit I did want one last orgasm from your beautiful penis as well, I’m such a sentimentalist,” she concluded, and made her way directly back to the bath.

The water was warm and wonderful, especially with the liberal dose of bath salts she added. She let herself slip down into the soothing froth and brought a little water to her face within her cupped palms. Even with the door shut she could still hear his hysterics from the bedroom. He always had to ruin everything.

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