The Arrangement

Man’s Bi wife leaves him for a lesbian; he must accept castration 
in order to remain with her.

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THE ARRANGEMENT

Scott Mitchell was almost in a panic.  He was about to lose his 
wife to her latest lesbian lover.  He had known that Susan was bi 
when he married her five years ago, but in the beginning, it hadn’t 
mattered to him.  She had told him right up front that she had no 
intention of remaining entirely heterosexual, and if he could not 
accept that, then there would be no marriage.  She also informed 
him that she had no intention of ever getting pregnant, and if 
Scott was looking for children, then that would be that.  Scott 
declared that he also was not interested in children, and Susan 
said that was good.  Because she did not want to be bothered with 
contraceptives, she insisted Scott get a vasectomy before she would 
agree to marry him.  Scott did not exactly relish the thought of 
this, but eventually gave in and had it done.  

At first, Scott found it stimulating when he was allowed to watch 
and even join in sometimes when his wife brought home her various 
bi lovers.  But now he reflected bitterly, Susan’s latest was an 
absolute, man-hating, jealous, ball-breaking, bitch.  Scott 
realized that in the past five months, he had had sex with Susan 
only once.  Ever since she had met Cindy at a friend’s party half a 
year back, Susan seemed to be becoming more and more under the 
woman’s spell.  Cindy made no secret of her contempt for Scott and 
was constantly urging Susan to dump him and move in permanently 
with her.

Susan said that although she wasn’t really interested in sex with 
Scott anymore, she still had feelings for him and didn’t want to 
lose him entirely.  Susan would also not go against Cindy when 
Scott begged to be allowed to join in their lovemaking.  Finally, 
Cindy told Susan that she would allow Scott to watch them, but not 
participate.  Scott reasoned that this was better than nothing and 
might eventually lead to more.  This hope was dashed when Cindy 
told Susan that Scott would have to be restrained if he wanted to 
watch.  

When Susan led him into the bedroom, Cindy was already there and 
ordered Scott to get undressed.  “Why?” replied Scott.  “If I’m 
only to be allowed to watch, what difference does it make?”

“Because I want to show Susan just how pathetic men actually are 
when it comes to sex”, replied Cindy.  “So, if you want to stay, 
then get your clothes off NOW.”  Scott turned to Susan but saw he 
was going to get no help there, so he began to undress.  When he 
stepped out of his briefs, Cindy laughed out loud.  

“No wonder you can’t keep Susan”, she jeered.  “That little thing 
you’ve got couldn’t satisfy any woman.”   It was true that Scott 
was not exactly over-endowed in the sex department.  In fact, his 
flaccid penis was a little less than 4 inches long, and even when 
fully erect, barely topped out at 5 inches.  But even worse, it was 
skinny !  It was barely an inch in thickness at its hardest, and 
now, in its humiliated, shrunken state - it was more of a boy’s 
penis than a man’s.  

Cindy continued her jeering laughter as she opened a drawer in the 
bedside nightstand and took out two pairs of handcuffs.  She came 
over to Scott and told him to put his wrists behind him, and 
applied one pair.  Then she took him to the foot of the bed and 
pushed him up against the top crossrail at the end of the bed.  
She opened the second pair of handcuffs and encircled Scott’s penis 
and scrotum, and then clicked them closed.  She squeezed tightly 
and the locking mechanism ratcheted tighter and tighter as Scott 
began to moan.  Then Cindy locked the other end of the cuffs to the 
crosspiece, and Scott was effectively immobilized at the foot of 
the bed.  There was no way he could do anything but watch now, as 
any attempt to pull away would cause extreme injury not to mention 
pain in his trapped balls and penis.

Then Cindy began to undress Susan and herself.  For the next 45 
minutes, Scott could only watch helplessly as Cindy and Susan 
licked and fondled each other to multiple orgasms.  His penis was 
rock hard and oozing as the two women continued their orgy of 
lesbian sex.  Cindy took the occasion to further mock Scott’s puny 
equipment, and said to Susan, “how about a full-sized cock instead 
of that pathetic little worm of his?”

She reached into the nightstand again and took out a long, thick 
dildo.  Scott gasped as he saw it fully.  It was well over a foot 
long and at least two-and-a-half inches thick.  Susan lay back on 
the pillow and spread her legs open directly in front of Scott’s 
eyes.   From the side, Cindy maneuvered the oiled and glistening 
tip up to the pink lips of Susan’s wet pussy.  With her free hand, 
Cindy spread the soft lips and began to work the head of the 
monstrous dildo up inside Susan.  She took her time and backed it 
slowly out before moving it a bit further up inside with each 
thrust.  Susan was moaning and twisting on the bed as the dildo 
slid further and further up inside her, and then it was fully in.  
Cindy began to slowly pump it in and out and Susan began to thrust 
her pelvis against the in-and-out movements.  

Cindy increased the speed of her thrusts and Susan began to gasp 
and moan even louder.  Then she suddenly arched her back and began 
to thrust and buck wildly as a tremendous orgasm took her.  It 
lasted for almost 15 seconds and she screamed as wave after wave of 
incredible pleasure flooded her entire being. Then it was over, and 
after Susan had subsided, Cindy slowly and gently removed the dildo 
from her dripping pussy.

Cindy turned back to Scott and said, “that’s why Susan is no longer 
interested in making it with you; your puny little thing couldn’t 
even give her a tickle anymore”.  Scott groaned as the ache in his 
trapped balls reached a new level.  He was still fully erect and 
clear pre-come was oozing copiously from the tip.  “Please Susan”, 
he begged, “please let me come, I’ll do anything you want, just let 
me come.”  Susan crawled down to the foot of the bed and she and 
Cindy took turns gently stroking Scott’s straining penis.  “Careful 
now”, warned Cindy as Susan smeared Scott’s fluid over the tip of 
his penis with her finger, “you don’t want to set it off too soon.”

“I’ll tell you what Scott”, said Cindy.  “I’ll let you come on one 
condition.”

“Anything, anything”, Scott blurted.  

“Susan, go get me a cup from the bathroom and bring it here”, Cindy 
said.  From another drawer in the nightstand, Cindy took out an 
electric massager, one of those units that attaches to the back of 
the hand by two sets of springs.  Susan came in with the cup and 
handed it to Cindy.  “Now Scott”, Cindy said.  “The condition I 
have to allow you to come is that you have to drink your nasty mess 
afterwards”.  

Scott was in an agony of indecision.  He hated the thought of 
having to drink his own semen, but his aching and throbbing balls 
felt as if they were about to burst if he didn’t get relief soon.  
“Okay, okay”, he almost sobbed.  “I’ll do anything you want, just 
do it.”

Cindy switched on the massager and told Susan to hold Scott’s penis 
down and point it into the cup.  Then she applied the massager to 
the top length of Scott’s penis, making sure that the sensitive 
head was also being contacted.  Scott gasped at the incredibly 
strong sensations and in only a few moments, he could feel the 
growing sensation of an ejaculation.  It built swiftly, and even 
before he thought he was ready, it burst forth.  Thick ropy globs 
of creamy white semen shot in machine-gun spurts from Scott’s 
throbbing cock.  It lasted a long time and he just kept spurting 
and spurting as the massager’s vibrations drained him dry.

He could barely stand and had already forgotten about the cup of 
semen awaiting him, and was mildly surprised when he finally 
noticed that Cindy was still holding it.  She came up beside him 
and said, “open wide Scott, I have something for you.”  As the 
alkaline smell hit his nostrils, Scott tried to draw away.  “Oh no, 
none of that”, said Cindy.  “You said you would swallow it and 
swallow it you will.  After all, it can’t be that bad.  Men have 
been forcing women to swallow this stuff for thousands of years.  
You all must think it’s some kind of heavenly nectar or something, 
so don’t be shy Scott”.  

Scott still tried to avoid the cup under his nose, but suddenly 
gasped in pain as Cindy’s fingers closed around his balls and began 
to squeeze.  “One way or another, you are going to swallow this 
mess of slimy pecker-snot”, hissed Cindy.  “Take it now or I’ll 
squeeze these useless balls right off you”.  With one more hard 
squeeze, Scott was beaten and accepted the cup.  Cindy pushed his 
head back and poured the entire contents into Scott’s mouth.  “Now 
swallow it!”, Cindy ordered.  

As the first glob of the salty alkaline slime hit his throat, Scott 
began to retch and gag.  Cindy gave his balls another warning 
squeeze and said, “don’t you dare spit that up, you swallow it or 
else”, giving yet another agonizing squeeze.  It took him several 
tries, but Scott eventually managed to get the mess down without 
vomiting.

“Now you know what that foul slime really tastes like”, Cindy 
sneered.  “It’s too bad all men don’t have to experience it.”  She 
gave Susan the key to the handcuffs and went into the bathroom.  
Susan unlocked Scott’s penis and balls from the bed rail and then 
unlocked his wrists.

He begged Susan to drop Cindy and promised to be a better lover 
from then on.  Susan said. “I just don’t see how that is possible 
Scott.  I mean, you have to admit that Cindy is right about your 
little penis.  I never wanted to hurt your feelings, but it has 
never done anything at all for me.  And, I’ve tried and tried to 
teach you how to orally please me, but you just don’t seem to have 
the aptitude for learning.”

“I like you Scott, and I really don’t want a divorce, but as far as 
sex with you goes, it’s over and done with.  I now know that I am 
much more lesbian than bi, and I can’t see myself as ever 
changing.”  


“I’ve found what I want in Cindy, and I don’t want anyone else for 
sex.  I personally would like for you to stay, but I think it would 
be too difficult for you; knowing that Cindy and I were having sex 
and that you’re not invited.  And, I don’t think that Cindy would 
like having you around, always horny and frustrated.  This little 
episode tonight shows just how vulnerable you are”

“So, I think it’s best if I just move out of here and in with 
Cindy.  You know that she’s a high-placed executive and earns a 
fantastic amount of money.  Her house is much larger and nicer than 
ours.

“Please don’t leave me Susan”, Scott begged.  “I’ll do anything if 
you’ll just allow me to be near you.”

From the bathroom, Cindy’s voice came out.  “Anything Scott?  You 
had better think long and hard on that, because I just might have a 
deal for you.”

“What do you mean?” asked Scott.

“What I mean is that Susan tells me you are very good around the 
house, with cooking and cleaning, and laundry.  Just from looking 
around your place, I can see she is right.  Personally, I hate 
housework and cooking.  So, just maybe there may be a small part in 
Susan’s life for you after all.  That is, IF you agree to some 
conditions.”

“And what conditions would those be?” inquired Scott.

“First of all”, Cindy continued, “you would have to quit your job 
and become our permanent stay-at-home house-slave.  I earn more 
than enough to support us all.  And, without a job for you to go 
back to, there’s less of a chance you’ll call it quits later on.”

“Secondly, you would not be allowed to join-in when we have sex.  
In fact, you would not be allowed sex at all, not even 
masturbation.  If I allow you to live in my house with Susan and 
myself, you will not be allowed so much as an erection.  And 
judging from your pitiful performance this evening, I rather doubt 
you can live with those conditions.”

Scott suddenly blurted out, “but I can, I swear that I can.  Just 
give me the chance and I’ll show you.”

Cindy turned to Susan and said, “I never leave anything to chance, 
that’s why there is one more condition.”

She turned and looked Scott directly in the eye and said, “the 
final condition is that you agree to be castrated.  This would 
quickly eliminate all your male sex urges and needs, and allow you 
to go about your household duties without constant sexual 
distractions.”

Scott was stunned, and could not reply.  But Susan quickly saw the 
logic behind Cindy’s proposal and said, “Scott, it would be 
perfect.  Just think for a moment.  You’ve already had a vasectomy, 
so it wouldn’t be like you were losing anything in that 
department.  All it will do is take away your need for sex.  It 
would be sheer torture for you to try to live with us any other 
way.”

Scott was in an agony of indecision.  He knew that he loved Susan 
and couldn’t bear to lose her completely.  But the very thought of 
being neutered ran any icy chill of fear up his spine.

“Don’t waste your time Susan”, Cindy said.  “Like almost all males, 
Scott centers his identity in his balls.  Without them, he wouldn’t 
know if he was still a person or not.  For men, it’s kind of like 
being a set of testicles with a person attached, rather than a 
person with a set of testicles attached.”

As Susan got dressed and prepared to leave with Cindy, she gave 
Scott a scrap of paper with a phone number on it.  “If you should 
ever come to the right decision, call me at this number.”

Three weeks later, Scott could not stand not having Susan around 
any longer.  He reasoned that being a small part of her life was 
better than nothing, and that once neutered, he would not miss 
sex.  So, fearing his decision but hating the alternative, he 
picked up the phone.

Susan was delighted to hear from him and as soon as they had 
finished talking, she went to tell Cindy.  Cindy said that she was 
glad Scott had come to his senses, but she was still skeptical as 
to his sincerity.  

“All I can say is that he will have to be castrated before he will 
be allowed to live here.  If he really means to go through with 
this, I know a woman veterinary doctor who will perform the 
surgery.  Let me set things up and you can call Scott with the date 
and time.  You can also tell him to quit his job and sell the 
house, and turn over the proceedings to you.”

Three weeks later, Cindy and Susan arrived at the motel where Scott 
was staying following the sale of the house.  Cindy drove to the 
veterinary doctor’s clinic and parked, and they went in.  The 
doctor explained the simple procedure to Susan and Cindy and said 
that while she had never neutered a man, she had done countless 
dogs and livestock.  And, after all - a male was a male - they all 
had basically the same equipment.

Scott was told to strip and shower, and dry off.  Embarrassed 
almost to the point of tears, he was placed on a large stainless 
steel table and strapped down.  The doctor was efficient if nothing 
else and she quickly injected Scott with anesthetic.  In a few 
minutes, she had opened his scrotum and was tying off the cords to 
his testicles.  Then,  it was only a couple of snips with a pair of 
gleaming shears and Scott’s testicles lay in a metal bowl.  A few 
minutes later she was putting in the final stitches in Scott’s 
empty scrotum.  She wiped him clean and taped a loose gauze bandage 
over his incisions.

She gave Susan a bottle of pills for pain and said that the local 
anesthetic would last until they got home.  Scott should rest in 
bed for a few days and then get up and move around, but should not 
wear tight clothing or briefs.  They should bring him back in ten 
day to have his stitches removed, and that would be that.


When they got to Cindy’s house, they helped Scott upstairs and got 
him undressed.  Cindy said there was no sense in having him wear 
anything while he recuperated and Susan agreed.  The days passed 
uneventfully and Scott appeared to be healing cleanly.   After the 
ten days passed, they returned to the vet and Scott’s stitches were 
quickly removed.  The vet asked Cindy if Scott had been “cleaned 
out” since his castration, and Cindy said that he had not since he 
was forbidden to have sex at the house.  

The vet said that it would speed up Scott’s “de-masculinizing” if 
he was emptied of any remaining semen.  His lack of male hormones 
would quickly shut down his prostate, and if he was kept emptied 
out, it would speed the process up.  She asked if Cindy would like 
her to empty Scott out completely with an electro-ejaculation 
process.  Cindy asked if it would provide Scott with any pleasure; 
the doctor just laughed and said that it would be decidedly more 
uncomfortable than pleasurable.

“Then by all means, go ahead”, replied Cindy.

Scott was ordered up on all fours onto the steel table and the vet 
came back with a long rectal probe and an electronic control box.  
She clipped one wire to the box and reached between Scott’s legs 
and pulled his penis back.  She snapped a metal ring around the 
soft organ and clipped the wire to it.  Then she applied K-Y jelly 
to the rectal probe and began to work it into Scott’s rectum.  He 
groaned and squirmed as it slowly made his way up inside him, but 
he gasped in shock as it bumped forcefully against his prostate.

“Don’t move”, the vet warned Scott as she switched the control box 
on.  Slowly, she began to turn the dial up and Scott began to feel 
a tingle in his penis and deep up inside him.  The vet continued to 
advance the dial and the tingle turned into a throbbing buzz.  
Small drops of liquid oozed from his penis and dripped slowly down 
on sticky threads.  Suddenly, Scott felt a growing sense of 
fullness inside and without warning, he began to ejaculate.  

The feeling was nothing like a normal ejaculation and he felt 
violated as his male fluids were methodically drained from him by 
the insistent electronic impulses.  His penis was still completely 
limp and the thin semen flowed out in rhythmic pulses, straight 
down to puddle on the cold metal surface.  It seemed as if it would 
never stop; as long as the correct electrical impulses were applied 
to his penis and prostate, then his ejaculatory system would be 
involuntarily activated.

Then the last few drops were drained and the vet turned off the 
box.  She turned to Cindy and said, “you’ll need to borrow this for 
a while.  He will have to be cleaned out several more times.  Do it 
first thing in the morning and the last thing at night for the next 
few days and that should do it.”

So, for the next three days Scott suffered the indignity of being 
connected up to the electro-ejaculator to be drained.  By the next 
afternoon, the thin, almost clear liquid merely dribbled out of his 
limp penis.  By the end of the three days, only a few tiny drops 
dripped from his cock as he knelt on all fours in the kitchen.  
Susan and Cindy brought the ejaculator unit back to the vet and 
thanked her for all her assistance.

Scott’s transformation from horny male to sexless eunuch went very 
quickly.  By the end of the month, he had lost all interest in 
sex.  By the end of the third month, his penis began to shrink 
drastically.  It was now barely two inches long and less than an 
inch in diameter.  He could not get any sort of erection, and Cindy 
and Susan decided that he should now wear just panties while doing 
his housework.  

Since Scott was technically no longer a male, Cindy found her 
inherent resentment toward him had lessened to a great extent and 
she no longer minded his presence.  Eventually, she even consented 
to Susan’s request for Scott to be taught how to provide correct 
oral service.  After that, he was allowed to occasionally join in 
their lovemaking.  But as a eunuch, he of course got nothing sexual 
out of it.  He was just happy to be around Susan and be allowed to 
continue to serve her.  

Cindy frequently had parties at her house for her lesbian friends 
and acquaintances.  At first, Scott’s presence was a novelty, but 
he soon became almost a status symbol.  Many other lesbian women, 
particularly dominant lesbians soon decided that they also wanted a 
eunuch house-slave of their own.  Fortunately for them, it was 
quickly learned that through the Internet, there were literally 
hundreds of submissive males who would be more than willing to give 
up their testicles just in order to be allowed to serve Women. 

Soon, Cindy’s veterinary doctor friend almost had more business 
than she could handle.  She found herself performing after-hours 
operations three and four times a week as woman after woman showed 
up with a meekly submissive candidate for castration and a 
permanent future as a sexless house-slave.