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Amy and I had been married for about three years and had a two-year-old son. Amy is a 28-year-old petite Asian who was just about five feet tall and weighed 100lbs. Her narrow hipped body was slender, tight, and flawless--except for a four inch horizontal scar just above her pubic mound: a souvenir from her first pregnancy. Although the scar was not pretty, her delivery by c-section left her as tight as she was when we first met. It took almost a month of lubrication and careful stretching to get her capable of taking my full 8.5 inches; a process that had to be painfully repeated after several months of no sex during the end of her pregnancy and recovery. Amy was a trooper throughout the re-stretching process and bravely bit her lip and gasped as my repeated bottoming out eventually allowed me to penetrate her fully once again. I loved fucking Amy and would do so daily. There was nothing better than the feeling of sinking into this little girl and hearing her grunt as our pubic mounds touched. She would cling to me tightly as my six-foot frame shuddered in pleasure. Amy enjoyed our regular sexual workouts too--with one exception: the mess. Unfortunately, that couldn't be helped. The sounds of her feminine gasps and panting, feeling of her tiny body pushed to its limit combined with the grasp of her tight and slippery cunt always coaxed large loads of cum from me. Withdrawing my softening cock from her delicious quim always resulted in a river of sperm running from her little hole. Over time Amy began to complain about the mess and insisted that that I figure out a way around it. We started by having me cum outside of her, but that didn't really eliminate the mess, or provide full satisfaction to me. Condoms were out since Amy was allergic to latex. Eventually, Amy began to refuse sex until we were down to once a week. By the time our weekly session came around my large balls were full and tender, and practically begging for sex. To Amy's dismay, the increased tightness of her underused pussy and my brimming fullness invariably caused me to produce the largest, messiest loads of my life. My body would shake uncontrollably as I felt her pussy suck long hot spurts of sperm from me. While Amy always reacted with disgust at the hot gooey mess I made of her, she did appreciate only having to endure it once a week. An added bonus for her was that each weekly session tended to be relatively short due to my overfull condition. All too soon after working myself into her tight little sleeve I found myself gasping out my soul in an intense weekly explosion. To lessen what she called the 'yuck' factor; Amy began to require me to clean her immediately after I finished loading her with cum. She gradually became more and more controlling of my sexual gratification and insisted that I clean her thoroughly and leave no sticky residue on or in her. My weekly sexual release routinely ended with a sore jaw and the taste of pussy and semen as Amy bucked into a wet orgasm against my face. Amy and I had planned to have another child, but had never really set a date. Being on the pill we had control over when number two would happen, but Amy had stated from the outset that she didn't want to be on the pill forever. One evening I had just penetrated the little girl and was slowly working my full length into her when she asked if a vasectomy would reduce my sex drive. I replied that it wouldn't since the hormones were still there. Looking a little disappointed, she stated that at least it would eliminate my messiness. I explained that while it would reduce my ejaculation somewhat, I would still produce seminal fluid. Amy had a slightly distressed look on her face and grunted in discomfort as I worked my cock deeply into her and began thrusting into her belly. She explained that she thought that a vasectomy eliminated a male's sex drive-like getting an animal fixed. I described how an animal has its balls completely removed and saw a little smile form on her face as she asked me what I would do to make her happy. She squeezed my cock with her pussy as she asked several times. I groaned in pleasure and said, half in jest, that I would do anything that she liked. "Anything?" she asked. "Anything" I grunted as she milked my cock into a huge throbbing orgasm. A few weeks later Amy brought the subject up again while we were having sex. She stated that she had done some research on the subject. I looked at her with a confused look on my face and she reminded me that I said I would do anything for her. I acknowledged the statement but still didn't understand her point. Amy explained that she liked my sex drive and sexual attention, but didn't like being stretched to the limit and sorely pounded only to then be filled with buckets of slimy goo. Amy stated that the problem was my cock and that it was too big for her. I began to protest but Amy silenced me with a quick squeeze and a finger to my lips. She explained that there was no way she was going to go through another painful stretching process like the one she endured after the first pregnancy. There were lots of ways to have a successful sex life that didn't require a huge cock. Besides, I said I'd do anything she liked. Believing that we were discussing surgery to reduce the size of my member, I reluctantly agreed to consider it after the birth of the second child. Amy disagreed and stated that she wanted my 'procedure' done as soon as she got pregnant with number two. After some negotiation we agreed that I would undergo my procedure at the end of the sixth month of her pregnancy-when it was time for her to stop having sex for the health of the baby. We agreed that until then I would have full, unrestricted access to her pussy. Amy smiled broadly and then proceeded to completely drain me. A few weeks later Amy was pregnant. The knowledge dramatically increased my sex drive. Knowing that my days of impaling my little wife were limited made me hornier than any other time in my life! I fucked the little girl two and three times a day. In my sexual zeal I also stopped being gentle and used my size and strength to fuck her hard and rough-leaving her raw and stretched and sore and cursing. Over the next few months I filled her with more cum than even I thought was possible. Amy was a good sea One Friday I arrived home from work to find Amy chatting with a tall attractive Asian about the same age as her. Amy introduced me to Leann, a former classmate of Amy's and now an urologist. I blushed as Leann informed me that she has been discussing my agreement with Amy and that she was going to conduct my 'procedure'. My cock grew stiff as the women completely ignored me to continue their discussion. Leann indicated that she needed to get a look at me and that Amy had a decision to make regarding which option my procedure would follow. I asked what these options were but Amy told me to be quiet and to remove all of my clothing. I opened my mouth to protest, but Leann laughed and told me that a lot of guys get an erection when this topic is discussed. She was going to want to see me erect anyway. I kept quiet and undressed. As I peeled down my underwear my rock hard member sprang to attention. I stepped out of my briefs and faced the woman that was going to cut me down to size. Leann grasped it lightly and began to move it around and study it carefully. As she examined me she explained to Amy that my procedure could be done in one of several ways, but didn't elaborate. Leann pushed my ball sac aside to show Amy how my cock was rooted and pressed along the roots to show its firmness. She then stated that the third procedure she presented was more involved, but resulted in a very smooth, clean result. I wasn't sure what they were talking about, but figured that this 'third' option must produce a much more natural looking result. Leann instructed me to bend over and touch my toes. I felt her finger nail lightly trace the spot of skin between my asshole and balls as she explained that this was a good location for the second part of the procedure. As she prodded further Leann stated that this option would provide adequate room for the third part of the procedure. I felt her finger trace circles on either side of my member's roots. Amy giggled and agreed enthusiastically. With that Leann slapped my ass told Amy to bring my by her office in the morning. After Leann left Amy insisted that I remain naked for the rest of the day. I wanted sex, but Amy put me off keeping me hard and frustrated the entire evening as she shot some video and took a number of digital photos. To my surprise it was Amy that initiated our final traditional sexual session before my reduction surgery. She fondled my cock and balls, telling me that, in some ways she was going to miss my big member. I suggested that we call the procedure off and she just laughed and stated that she wasn't going to miss it that much! I fucked her hard and deep three times that night-leaving her a sore and sticky mess. The next morning I awoke groggy and tired. Amy was already up and showered and had an excited look in her eye. She urged me out of bed and into the shower. As I was finishing up she joined me with a razor and a can of shaving cream. I stood silently as she shaved my balls, pubic mound, and upper thighs and then, to my surprise, gave me a long satisfying blowjob. As I erupted into her pretty little mouth she smiled and allowed my cum to dribble down her chin and drip onto her large round belly. We drove to Leann's office in silence. We arrived at an office park building that, being Saturday, was closed and virtually empty. We walked down the darkened corridor into Leann's office. LeAnn was dressed in scrubs and motioned us into a small examination room that had been modified for surgery. Amy told me to strip and climb up onto the examination table. Leann indicated that she was going to inspect me once more before giving me a spinal. my cock throbbed as I felt Leann's slender fingers encircle it and give it a small squeeze. the feeling of her warm hand, and excitement of the moment caused me to go over the brink. My cock jumped as it suddenly spurted. Leann, feeling my eruption rising, aimed my cock at me and laughed as several long hot ropes of cum landed on my face and chest. Amy stood with a silent look of disgust. Leann laughed again and explained that it was a normal reaction, and that several of the men she has prepped responded the same way. Leann waited until my spasms subsided and then, before my cock could go soft, produced a length of plastic catheter and guided it into my now lubricated pee hole. I gasped slightly as I felt the plastic tube snake down my cock and back up into my body. The itchy irritation sensation was suddenly replaced with a feeling of release as the tube pressed into my bladder and was quickly filled with urine that drained into a nearby bottle. Rolling me onto my side Leann injected me. I felt the sharp hot sting, then a warm tingle in my lower body, and then no sensation. I felt nothing as Leann and Amy strapped my legs into the stirrups. Moving up on each side of me they strapped down my chest and arms leaving me staring at the ceiling. My now soft penis lay flopped across my bare pubic mound trailing the little clear plastic tube. I was ready. Amy wheeled a cloth-covered tray over next to Leann as the doctor donned a surgical mask and rubber gloves. Folding back the cloth I saw numerous surgical instruments glinting in the lights. Leann selected a scalpel and indicated that she was about to begin. Amy, indicated that she did not want to watch and would be outside if she was needed. Stepping between my legs Leann began. I could only see Leann from the shoulders up when I lifted my head to look. She worked quickly and silently. The only sounds in the room were my breathing, the occasional clink of metal against metal, soft squishes, and the periodic dull thunks of something wet and heavy being dropped into a metal bowl. After what must have been an hour or so of spaced out daydreaming I was brought back to the moment by the sounds of Leann opening a package of bandages. I could still feel nothing at all as roll after roll of material was applied to me. Leann covered the tray and bowl with a slightly blood spattered cloth and peeled off her discolored gloves before calling Amy back into the room. The two women helped to ease me off the table into a wheelchair. Leann followed us back to the house and helped get me into bed upstairs. I could just begin to feel a dull ache in my crotch as the spinal began to wear off. Leann injected me with a powerful painkiller and I went woozy, and then began to fade out as I heard her giving care instructions to Amy. For the next several days I was in a drug-induced haze as Amy provided me with a steady supply of clear liquids and painkillers. After about a week I could painfully sit up and place my feet on the ground. Now more alert I inspected my still bandaged area. A thick wrapping of gauze with a catheter protruding covered any ability to check Leann's skill. Amy, noting my curiosity, informed me that Leann was coming over later in the day to remove the bandages Leann arrived and both women removed my bandages. Amy covered her mouth with her hand and said oh my god before laughing. Leann held up a mirror for me to see. I gasped as I saw that I no longer had a cock or balls. Leann explained that my cock was removed at the root, which provided room to have my nuts embedded in my pubic mound. Suddenly, I felt a new sensation a couple of inches up from my asshole. Leann was gently prodding the small circle of stitching around my new pee hole as she wiggled the catheter. I lifted my head and tried to look, but could only see Amy, hand over her mouth, giggling and saying "oh, my god" over and over. Leann quickly removed the stitches and then the catheter and provided some instructions for care. Over the next week or two the bruising and swelling went down, and then disappeared completely. My public area protruded slightly from my belly and then swept down in a smooth, tight curve. Leann had relocated my balls to the area where my penis roots had been. Their new location produced two firm swellings on the forward underside of my pubic area-giving my entire pubis the appearance of budding, partly formed pussy. Except this pussy had no inner folds or opening, just a small round pee hole at its base. Now that the pain and associated medication had discontinued I began to get back on my normal schedule. I felt completely normal in almost every way and most days didn't miss or even think about the fact that I no longer had a cock. It did take several visits to the men's room at work before I went to a stall instead of instinctively heading to the urinal when nature called. One morning as I awoke, I felt a familiar fullness in my balls and a stirring in my brain. I reached out to my still sleeping wife and ran my hand across her warm round belly. Amy had been snuggling up to me every night and had been very affectionate and cuddly since we had been sleeping together. Amy began to wake slightly as I felt her soft breasts and the curve of her ass pressed against her belly. My initial thoughts were on fucking my pretty little wife and providing my achy balls a delightful release. As I pulled her hips against me I rubbed my pubic mound against her firm bottom. Amy began to stir as I pressed and rubbed harder against her. I swore softly as I suddenly realized that this activity was not going to provide the relief that I sought. Amy chuckled at my frustration and rolled over to face me. With a little glint in her eye she asked what the problem was. My perturbed look provided her the answer. With a broad smile she explained that, for once, it was nice to be cuddled all night and then wake up without be assaulted and filled with goo. I groaned that I was very horny and really needed some pussy. Amy spread her thighs and stated that, if I thought it would help, I could have all the pussy I wanted. Fueled by my horniness, I greedily ate my little wife-pushing her to three orgasms that morning. Panting and gasping, she pulled my head away and begged me to stop after her third release. Rolling away my hands futily rubbed my pubic mound in an effort to give me some relief. Amy watched me for a moment and then asked if I wanted some help. I nodded eagerly. At her request I got onto my hands and knees. Amy lubricated two fingers and slid them deep into my ass. I gasped at the penetration, and then again as her finger poked and rubbed my prostrate gland. In just a few minutes of her manipulation I felt the familiar feeling of a huge building orgasm. I urged Amy to press harder and faster. As the girl pushed her fingers deep into me, I suddenly felt as if I was going to cum. Amy fluttered her finger against my prostrate as my asshole clenched involuntarily. Withdrawing her fingers, Amy watched first with fascination, and then with disgust as she saw the mess I was making. "ew, yuck", she sneered before throwing a towel on me with orders to clean things up. My post-orgasmic bliss last for only a couple of days. Soon I was feeling horny and asking Amy to repeat her skillful manipulation. Amy stated that my last release was way too messy and that in the future two conditions would have to be met for her to consider providing me a sexual release: my release had to be contained-no more squirting all over the place; also, I would only get a release after she was completely satisfied, and if she thought I deserved it. This meant that I would not automatically get pleasure just because I gave her pleasure. Having no real good alternative, I agreed to the conditions and then proceeded to lick Amy to a couple of intense orgasms. She decided that I needed to wait a few more days before I would earn enough 'lick points' for a release of my own. Actually, Amy made me wait almost two weeks. She thoroughly enjoyed my sexual discomfort and loved the thought of my straining fullness with no way to relieve it. She knew that having me lick her almost every day only increased my sexual frustration and would tease me good-naturedly on a constant basis. One evening she came home early after shopping. With a sly grin she told me that she had a treat for me. After dinner I was surprised to hear Amy suggest that we go to the bedroom for a little recreation. Once their Amy suggested that I earn a couple of 'lick points' in order to get my treat. I eagerly complied and had her and her belly bucking in pleasure in no time. Amy got up and said she would be right back. I heard paper rustling and her giggling in the other room and wondered what she was up to. A few moments later she returned wearing an eight inch strap on dildo. In her hand was a large tube of ky jelly. My jaw dropped in astonishment-and excitement Amy laughed and blushed and said that now it was my turn to get fucked the way I used to fuck her. Amy approached and told me to suck her dick. I protested but she slapped me in the cheek with it and told me to "shut up and suck, bitch", and then laughed. I smiled and gingerly began to suck the large rubber penis. After a moment she pulled it from my mouth and told me to lay back and pull my knees up to my chest. I lie there and watched her lubricate the obscene cock with the ky and then wipe her fingers on me. She positioned the cockhead at my tight little asshole for a moment and remarked how swollen my balls looked. Suddenly she stopped and exclaimed that she almost forgot something. She ran from the room-her rubber penis bouncing-and returned with a familiar looking clear plastic tube and a bottle. "This is for your disgusting messiness, she stated before slipping the catheter into my pee hole a couple of inches. With my 'messiness' problem resolved she again placed the large rounded head against my opening and thrust inward. My eyes bulged and I gasped loudly at the sensation of being so suddenly and widely stretched. Amy smiled and thrust into me another couple of inches. I grunted as I felt the rubber cock filling me. A few more thrusts and most of the strap on were embedded in me. I could feel the large rubber head press and rub my prostrate. In spite of the brutal treatment, I could feel a powerful orgasm building inside of me as Amy informed me that I now knew what she went through all these years. I panted and gasped as the big rubber cock massaged me internally until suddenly a huge wave washed over me. A flood of milky white sperm rushed down the little tube and gushed into the bottle. Amy ground her hips into me, squishing the sperm from my balls as I was drained like never before. Amy had the baby a couple of months later. During her last few weeks of pregnancy and during the first couple months with the new child she had no interest whatsoever in getting or giving sex. During that time I almost went crazy with horniness until I found a hairbrush that was perfectly sized and shaped to allow me to massage my prostrate and get myself off periodically. One day, as I lay on the bed performing my manipulations Amy walked in. I was just going over the edge as she came through the door and there was no way to stop or hide what I was doing. Amy watched angrily as my pee hole spurted messily all over my hands and her hairbrush-staining the bedspread. Amy was furious and bitched me out for ten minutes. I apologized repeatedly but her only reply was that this cumming thing was going to stop. I nodded in agreement and said it would never happen again. Amy agreed and said that she was going to guarantee it. I had no idea what she meant, but was soon to find out. Two weeks went by and I kept my promise not to cum. My balls felt swollen and were tender to touch. Amy had pretty much ignored me since the hairbrush incident and it seemed that her angry promise had been forgotten. Unfortunately I found out that I was wrong. Waking up Sunday morning I was surprised to see that Amy was already up and had gone somewhere with the kids. My achy fullness was nagging me as I hopped into the shower and briefly considered getting myself off while in there. Fortunately, I had only been thinking of it when Amy came into the bathroom. "I hope you are behaving yourself in there" she warned as she peered into the shower. I nodded innocently as she then told me to finish up and get dressed because we had an appointment to go to. I remarked that I didn't recall any appointment on Sunday and Amy stated that she forgot to inform me about it. She explained that she had dropped the kids at the babysitter and that the appointment was for a follow up check up with Leann and to make sure that I scrubbed myself really good. A short time later we were at Leann's office building. Once again I was walking down the semi dark, deserted hallway to the empty receptionist station. Leann greeted a lab coat and us in standard medical whites and escorted us to the examination room. Once there I was instructed to strip naked and climb up on the examination table. This table was equipped with a number of straps and stirrups. Once again I heard the crinkle of the paper as I laid back and placed my heels in the cool metal stirrups. Leann fastened straps around my ankles and thighs and then prepared to do the same over my hips and chest. I joked that I wouldn't be able to move a muscle when she was done, but Leann just mentioned that the straps keep patients from falling off the table and injuring themselves. Now immobilized, Leann began to examine her handiwork. I groaned as she pressing on each of my overfull nuts. Leann looked as Amy and stated that I should probably be emptied before performing the procedure. Amy wrinkled her nose and asked if it was really necessary. Leann stated that it would be difficult to achieve full success otherwise. I listened with growing concern at the conversation before interrupting. "Excuse me, but what are you two talking about? Im just here for a follow up examination." Amy walked over and with a cruel grin said "dear, the examination is just the preliminary first step for you today. I told you that we were going to solve your messy little problem for good, and that's what we are here to do." My concern turned to fear as Leann left the room for a moment and returned with a cart that held some kind of electronic equipment. "This is a ultrasonic device that is generally used to break up kidney stones by emitting an ultrasonic frequency that is tuned to hard materials. Ive found that the frequency and intensity can be tuned to have a similar effect on softer tissues, Leann explained. I didn't like the sound of her explanation at all, and liked even less the appearance of two short, inch long probes. Each sharpened probe had several feet of thin wires and a plug attached to it that Leann connected to main device. Turning to Amy, who was watching intently, she said, "if you want to wait outside I can let you know when we are finished". Amy smiled and stated that this was one procedure she wanted to watch. Leann donned rubber gloves and swabbed the probes with alcohol. Taking a second cotton ball, she swabbed each of the firm swellings where my nuts were buried in my pubis. I suddenly realized what was going to happen next and struggled against my straps. Amy told me to knock it off and stay still as she jammed a rubber bit between my teeth. Leann picked up the first probe and held it up for a quick inspection. The sharpened stainless steel point glinted in the light. I felt Leann's gloved fingers prod the swollen firmness of my left nut before she placed her thumb and forefinger on either side of my swelling and pressed to hold my nut in place. I felt the tip of the probe press lightly against my skin for a moment before my mind was filled with a sharp, searing pain as Leann drove the probe deep into the center of my ball. I screamed and shook my head violently as the process was repeated with my right ball. A moment later both of my embedded nuts had been skewered and I moaned in pain as Leann began to flip switches on the ultrasound device. A moment later, the pain was replaced by a low, pleasant tingle. Leann noted the change in my behavior and smiled. "Does that feel a little better?" I nodded as she slowly turned a dial on the machine. The pleasant tingle in my nuts increased to a buzzing sensation that seemed to vibrate both of my nuts intensely. The buzzing vibration was beginning to excite me and I could feel the faint beginnings of a powerful orgasm deep within. Leann explained to me that I had a little too much semen in my balls for this procedure to be completed with a guarantee of success, so she would use this setting to drain me. I grunted with pleasure as she nudged the setting up and my body felt as if it was getting the best blowjob/fuck of its life. my sexual tension built quickly until, all too soon, I exploded in a huge bucking orgasm. Spurts of semen spattered on the floor. Some of it landing on Leanns lab coat. I panted with pleasure as my involuntary bucking slowed and I began to transition into post orgasmic bliss. I looked at Amy and watched her wrinkle her nose and mouth the word 'yuck' to me before smiling. Leann looked down at her sperm stained coat for a moment before stating to Amy "well, that seems to have drained him quite thoroughly. I think we are ready for phase two." Leann flipped a switch and cranked the little black dial on the machine. Suddenly, I felt an electrical burning sensation in the center of my balls that seemed to come from the tip of the probes. The sensation increased in intensity and slowly radiated from the probe until it engulfed my entire nut. My teeth bit deeply into the mouthpiece as my body spasmed and bucked. Leann ignored my agony and explained to Amy that the probe worked by using sound waves to rupture the wall of each cell-in effect liquefying the soft tissues. Since the testicle was encased in a tough covering that was made of a different consistency tissue, the ultrasound did not have an effect on it. The end result was that the entire contents of the testicle could be quickly reduced to the consistency of jelly with no damage to surrounding tissues or vessels. Within a minute or two, the burning pain had transformed into an unpleasant electrical buzzing. My body suddenly went limp as Leann flipped off the power switch. My entire groin was a throbbing with pain, as I lay completely exhausted. Leann removed each probe from my macerated nuts and then gently prodded on the swollen outline. From the outside they didn't look any different than they did a few minutes ago, except now her finger easily poked deeply into the now soft outlines of my balls. Picking up a suction hose with a narrow plastic tube on the end she slipped it into one of the oozing punctures and flipped on the power. The gelatinous remains of my testicle were evacuated with a noisy slurping sound. As Leann wiggled the suction tube around, the swollen little mound deflated to a soft depression. After repeating the procedure on the other side she placed a small circular band-aid over the each punctures and unstrapped me from the table. My recovery time was amazingly short considering the trauma I had been through. A few days of swelling and a generally bruised feeling soon passed. Leann had provided Amy with two sets of hormonal patches. One set contained a minimal low dose that was designed to maintain my appearance, but not provide sufficient hormones to become sexually aroused. The second set contained high doses of male hormones that Amy could use when she wanted me horny. I was kept on the low dose and slowly felt my aggressive nature slip away. Over this time I became much more docile and obedient. Amy enjoyed having a husband that did as he was told and made no sexual demands on her. Soon she was using me as her private bath attendant and would take long, luxurious bubble baths while I gently cleaned and groomed her from head to toe. After a few months, curious about the effect the other patch would have, Amy placed a high dose on me. After only a few hours I felt like my old self. The old urges and horniness returned and Amy decided to fuck me with her strap on. To her delight my quick orgasm produced only a slight watery trickle that was easily wiped away with a tissue. Amy was finally satisfied. I too grew to love our arrangement. A high dose patch and an evening of rough penetration. What more could a husband ask for? |