This is part two in the continuation of "True story of my husbands castration", a true story. The only thing that has been changed are the names of the parties involved. All quaotes are to the best of my memory. I will continue until complete to present day.....five years after the castration.
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The next evening I returned home, still sore from the previous
evenings love making with the well hung delivery man and eager to
have John soothe me with his tongue, to discover Kelly and two of
her teenage girl friends at waiting for me at the door. She was
furious. She said John, who was hiding in the bedroom, had refused
to comply when she had told him to take off his panties so she
could apply the creme. He had said he would only do so in the
privacy of our bedroom and not in front of her two giggling
friends. Sensing that this was a moment in which I could further
humiliate and there by make his impotence more complete I literally
screamed for John to get in the living room. He came in to the room
with the four of us wearing a pair of the pink, silk tap panties
with his head pointed to the floor. When I asked him if it was true
that he had refused Kelly's orders to allow her to apply the creme
he began to protest. I stopped him and ordered that he remove the
panties immediately. When he looked at me, tears in his eyes, and
back at the two young girls and said, "Honey, please", I asked if
he would rather just have his penis removed. He immediately removed
his panties and stood naked in front of us and I instructed him to
lie on the floor with is his legs spread. Fearing further threats
of having his penis removed he complied without hesitation as the
girls looked on in total hysterics. I told Kelly to apply the creme
and informed him that he was never to disobey her again regardless
of who was present. As he lay looking away from the two girls in
embarrassment as Kelly applied the creme one of the girls gathered
the courage to ask if she may be allowed to apply some. Knowing
that both girls were 17 and of legal age and the fact that he was
no threat in his condition I agreed thinking it would be a good
opportunity to see if he responded with any erection. Again I was
not disappointed. As the two girls took turns he lay there with no
reaction from his flaccid penis and cried as they rubbed in the
ointment giggling. As the girls were applying the creme I explained
to John that since I had to work and since Kelly could not be
expected to stay home all the time to "treat" him if he wanted to
keep his penis he would have to get used to other women applying
the creme. Even though he mumbled, "Yes, dear" through his tears
I'm not sure he even understood. At that point his embarrassment
was so great from having two young girls, whom were practically
strangers, not only knowing of his emasculated state but actually
rubbing "reducing creme" into his useless small penis to comprehend
the words.
The next morning I could hardly wait to get Elizabeth alone
to tell her of the previous nights events. She was delighted and
informed me that this was precisely the type of humiliation that
she had meant when she had said that impotence is more psychologic
than actually loosing the testes. As we continued the conversation
she though the day she asked if I would mind if she followed me
home. At first the old feelings of my own self perceived inadequacy
and jealousy resurfaced and I hesitated about bringing a grown,
attractive woman home. But after thinking a moment about Johns
reaction to the two young girls I agreed. That night John was
startled when Elizabeth walked in the door with me. He had been
sitting in his chair wearing his pink panties and jumped to run to
the privacy and sanctuary of our bedroom. In a stern voice I told
him to remain in the living room and get Elizabeth and some soft
drinks. He shyly went into the kitchen and returned with two sodas
never lifting his head. I then asked Kelly, who was sitting on the
sofa if he had been good about her applying the creme. John reacted
instantly. His face turned crimson as he realized that I was
probably going to force him to remove his panties in front of
Elizabeth. He had not known that Elizabeth was aware of his
indiscretion and resulting surgery and let out a, "Honey, please",
when I told him to remove the panties and lie back on the floor
with his legs spread. I just laughed it off light heartedly and
told him to strip. As he laid down on the floor Elizabeth did not
try to surpress her laughter. She asked if it (his penis) had
always been this small. When I confirmed that it had and that the
surgery or "reduction" had not yet shrunk it from it's usual small
state she commented that she could now see why I was always fucking
every big dicked man that came in the office. I was surprised at
her language since I had never heard her utter a single profanity
before but realized this was the first time I had been with her in
away from the office and in a social setting. I could see that the
remark further embarrassed John. Not only did this coworker know of
my sexual encounters but he also became aware that there were more
than even he had suspected. Elizabeth shocked me once again when
she asked if she could apply some of the creme. Initially I wanted
to say no but again thinking of the two girls the night before I
agreed. Elizabeth dropped to the floor, turned her rear to Johns
face (giving him, I suspected a clear view up her short skirt) and
began vigorously rubbing the creme into his shriveled penis. I
watched intently but saw no reaction what so ever. Once she had
finished, without getting up from the floor and leaving John lying
there she asked if he (John) had been satisfying me well.
(Elizabeth and I had talked numerous times about John's oral
prowess and I had told her that he pleased me with his tongue more
than any other lover I had ever had even before the operation.)
After I told her that he was she shocked me again by saying it had
been a long time since she had been with a man and asked if I would
allow him to pleasure her with his tongue. For a fleeting moment I
was both shocked and angered that she would even suggest something
like that. But she quickly explained that he was not a real man and
could not become aroused and it would be, in her words, good
training for him. Something about the vulgarity of the last
statement made me agree. Thinking that she would ask to use the
bedroom I was surprised when she whisked off her panties, hiked her
skirt above her waste and lay down on the sofa in front of Kelly
and I. Now John, who in spite of his emasculated state had been
trying to act as manly as possible given his balless condition in
front of this lovely woman who was all but a stranger began to cry.
Until then I had emitted a few whimpers during some of the more
embarrassing moments when she was practically shoving her rear in
his face while massaging his ruined penis. Without giving him a
chance to protest I said, "Go ahead honey, be a good boy and lick
Liz for me.....you know I love you". As Kelly and I watched tears
flowed down his face and his little penis pocked out flaccid he
licked Liz to two screaming orgasms. But instead of sitting up once
she was done (or so I thought) she rolled onto her stomach and
instructed John to lick her ass. This was now the second time since
knowing her that I had heard Liz use profanity. After a few minutes
of gently licking her crack and rectum Liz demanded that he shove
his tongue up her asshole. I let out a burst of laughter as I saw a
side of my coworker that I had never seen before and my husband
sticking his tongue in a strange woman's ass on my command in front
of his stepdaughter. Liz experienced one more screaming organism,
prompting me to think to myself that I needed to be more demanding
of his tongue on my hindquarters before letting him up. Without a
word Liz sat up, lowered her wrinkled dress and placed her panties
in her purse. She then looked me straight in the eyes and with a
little smile mouthed the words, "Thank you". John sat in the floor
complete dejected crying while starring at the floor. Which I'm
sure meant his eyes were focused squarely on his own ruined manhood.
After Liz left John brought me dinner and as Kelly and I sat
and watched television I told him to sit between my legs and lick
me so I could relax before going to bed. His only complaint, if it
could be called that was to ask if he could put his panties back on
first. Thinking he had obeyed so well I agreed. As we talked Kelly
hesitantly asked if she could make a request of her own. She then
asked if it would be expectable to me if she made John service her
occasionally as well. I know this sounds incestuous and taboo but
bear in mind that she had been sexually active with multiple
partners for over three years, was not Johns biological daughter
and he was, for all intents and purposes, harmless. Without having
to think about it I agreed. Since she was part of the reason his
manhood was taken from him and even helped master mind the plot to
take it I felt it only fair that she be allowed the pleasure of his
oral aptitude. More confident now she asked if she could also order
him to service her friends. I explained that she could but only if
they were at least of 16 years of age. She then told me that she
wanted to go to town in the next few days and asked if we could
make arrangements for his "treatments". I told her I would arrange
something and we retired to bed.
The next day at work Liz, only a little jokingly, said I
should hire John out to perform with his tongue. I laughed it off
knowing that even if she were the psychologist that everyone had
their breaking point and did not want to risk pushing John beyond
his. She was not aware of the agreement I had made with Kelly after
she left the night before and I did not want him to risk loosing me
or his penis by becoming uncooperative. I did agree to allow her
to "use" him any time she wished with my prior permission. She
seemed genuinely delighted by the prospect of having a friends
balless husband ordered to lick her ass any time she felt the urge.
I then called Alex, the neighbor at her place of work and asked her
to meet me for lunch. She arrived at the appointed time and I
wasted no time in telling her of the recent turn of events at my
house. Up until then she had not been aware that John had been
castrated but had noticed that he not been going to work for the
last week. She also confessed that she to had noticed that the last
week he was not constantly lurking on our back deck or peering out
t he windows as usual when she was sunbathing or walking around
inside the house nude with the drapes open. She actually laughed
out loud when I told her that his watching her was part of the
reason that he had lost his testicles. Her greatest laugh came
after I told her about the "penis reducing treatments" and asked if
she would be interested in helping. She said that ever since we had
moved there she had been disgusted to look up to see John, who
thought he was hidden from view, playing with himself while she
sunbathed. She had also noticed his looking out the windows of our
house when she was walking around nude in her own house. (Until
this conversation I had not known that it was such a common
practice. Instead of becoming angry I was amused knowing that my
castrating him had ruined his fun.) I quickly explained
the "reducing creme" ritual and asked if she could come over that
night and she agreed. Alex works for a small bank firm in data
entry and can work from her home computer as often as she wants and
only reports to the office if there is a technical problem or wants
to spend some time there with coworkers.
That evening when I arrived home I instructed John to set an
extra place at the table because our neighbor, Alex was coming to
dinner. The horror on his face at the news was priceless. I had to
work to surpress a laugh of my own. Seeing my smile he looked
dejectedly and excepted the fate complete with the humiliation that
he knew was sure to come. In desperation he asked in what was
becoming an increasingly frequent quivering voice if he may be
allowed to put trousers on. Without looking back as I walked into
the bedroom I told him it would not be necessary and a waste of
time. After changing as I came out of the bedroom I told him it
would not be necessary because Alex was coming over so Kelly and I
could instruct her in the proper way to apply his reducing creme. I
added that by doing this maybe we would not have to remove his
pathetic penis. The last comment resolved him to except the fact
that the woman whom he had lusted after for so many years was about
to not only learn of his fate and castrated shame but actually be
allowed to rub creme into his ruined member. Kelly and I both let
out a laugh when he whimpered out loud. To my surprise he went into
the bathroom, showered and changed into fresh panties. I guess he
wanted to make a good impression on the foxy neighbor when she saw
his flaccid little penis and ruined manhood.
When the door bell rang I instructed John to answer it
(replete in his fresh pink panties). I had been afraid that given
the unusual nature of the visit Alex would back out and not come.
But as soon as John answered the door I instantly realized that my
fears were without merit. Alex was dressed in the shortest pair of
cut off's I had ever seen, leaving very little to the imagination
and revealing everything at the slightest movement and a very thin,
white cotton crop top that stopped just above her nipples. This was
even more daring then the clothing I wore and I was rapidly
becoming known as the neighborhood woman that had no aversion to
showing her crotch in public. Alex was looking forward to
humiliating the former pervert, now eunuch, next door now that he
had no testicles. As John saw her outfit I could tell he noticed
her skimpy attire. But not in a sexually aroused way. No, even
being this close to the woman whom he had lusted after so close
that he could smell her sex and see her near nude state he felt
nothing but embarrassment. As his eyes wandered across her body,
taking in her charms they came to best rest between his own legs
and his ruined manhood. For a brief moment upon entering the house
Alex was surprised at Johns panties. I had forgotten to tell her
about his new attire. But she quickly recovered. Without a word she
reached down, grabbed the front of his panties and pulled them from
his stomach. As she peered down the front at his lack a manhood she
looked up into his eyes and said, in her best Olivia Newton John
voice from the movie Grease, "How ya doin' stud". John up that
point had done his best to control his whimper. In the presence of
the neighbor whom he had lusted after for so long he had been
determined to gather as much masculinity as possible for a man with
no testicles and a half inch penis. But the comment from Alex
brought out the whimper that Kelly and I had grown accustomed to by
now. I chuckled at his embarrassment and Kelly fell to the floor
grabbing her crotch to keep from wetting her pants in laughter.
Without any hesitation Alex then roughly yanked John's panties to
his feet and said, "Let'd get a look at this pitiful balless boy".
John now stood nude crying as the three of us laughed.
The rest of the evening John, at Alex's request, remained
nude while serving us dinner and after. Alex took every opportunity
to tease him and make remarks about his little nub and call him
a "Balless pussy". I was beginning to sense that not only was she
more offended than I had previously thought about his gawking at
her but she was also experiencing extreme sexual pleasure in being
able to tease and torment a eunuch. I found her vulgarity
disturbing but at the same time knew that part of the reason John
had been castrated was for lusting after her and that her
embarrassing treatment of him was what Liz had recommended to
insure his impotence. After dinner Alex, without permission from
me, ordered John on the sofa so she could learn the proper
technique to apply the creme. John without question complied. As
Alex rubbed the creme in she continually said this such as, "I'll
bet you wish you could put this little nub in me now don't
you", "Do you still like a big stud watching a neighbor woman
undress"?, "I'll bet you would suck Megan's boyfriends dick if she
told you to". While this was happening Kelly laughed hysterically
but I had my reservations about Alex.
Later that evening as Alex was preparing to leave I told her,
in front of John that she would be in charge the next day and that
I would instruct John to obey her every command just as if it were
Kelly or I giving him an order. I could see the fright in Johns
eyes and frankly was a little concerned myself. As she was leaving
Alex grabbed John's shriveled penis and gave it an evil twist as
she told him she would see him the next day. By this point John was
out of tears and could only rise to the tips of his toes and
whimper. That night after John licked me to several orgasms I
performed oral sex on him for the first time in months. Even though
it was partially because I felt sorry for him it was also to test
him. I wanted to see if after spending an evening with half naked
Alex he would get an erection with fantasies of her. He groaned and
pushed his pelvis into my face but showed no signs of an erection.
Afterwards I let him get on top of me and hump me with his little
nub until I told him to put me to sleep with his tongue. After all
I was afraid he had a rough day ahead with Alex in charge and
thought I would reward him. As I went to sleep I thought about how
performing oral sex on him was more like licking a woman than
sucking on a man because of how small his penis was after the
surgery. I drifted off concerned about what Alex may do to him the
following day. I'm sure as he licked me to sleep his thoughts were
on the same thing.
Continued in part three.