Computer games

Caught by his wife, the consequences were unexpected.

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Computer games


I eased myself into the big chair in front of the computer, placed a 
generous glass of good malt nearby, and ran up a game on the 
computer. I didn't usually do this of an evening, but on this 
occasion my wife Janet had decided to pig out on an Elvis special on 
the television. Myself, I can't stand the guy, but if she likes it, 
well, thats up to her. All I knew was that she would be dewey-eyed 
for the hip-snaker for the rest of the night, and I might as well go 
find something else to do. Pity really, I'd fancied a good fuck 
tonight.

I played a bit of the game and quickly grew listless. We'd had a new 
girl start at the office, boy was she a looker, and today the 
weather had been a little kinder and she had treated us with a 
halter top that clearly showed her nipple profile. The memory of the 
visual treat stirred me, and I paused the game, and ran up the web 
browser. The modem sang and chattered its dialling squawks and went 
quiet. The icons grew and shrank and the browser opened.

"Now where shall I go today?" I thought. I felt decidedly horny, 
mmmm a racy chat on the side would be stimulating, so I hit the IRC 
icon and it opened, sprawling a dozen choices in front of me. Janet 
didn't know of these applications I had installed, she was vaguely 
aware that I "chatted" on the internet, and she assumed that I was 
"Up to NO good", but I'd hidden them away and only used them when 
she wasn't going to disturb me. She didn't seem to care to much, so 
long as I was in the house and "behaving" myself. Which I took to 
mean I was free to ogle other women, provided it was on a screen and 
not in the flesh. What SHE DIDN'T know was that I had a little 
fetish. Alright, it was a pretty serious kink, but anyway, what's 
the harm, if no-one else is involved?

The chatroom icons peppered the screen. I took a look at ###femdom, 
but it seemed pretty quiet. I'd often wished I could get my wife 
involved in that, but she seemed disinterested. Come to think of it, 
Janet was pretty disinterested period. I moved the cursor down and 
hit ##!!eunuchs. Quiet here too. Probably too early. Need the West 
coast to come on-line before things got busy some nights.

I took a slug of whisky, and finally opted for &&slut-wives and 
!!gaycastration. Nothing much moving there either, but anyway, I 
left the program running and popped the game back over the IRC 
screen. If any action warmed up, I'd drop back in and check it out.

Now, I thought, as I pored over the screen, how do I get back into 
the cellar and retrieve the blue key? I re-absorbed myself into the 
game, and I must have lost track of time.

Suddenly I heard the study door open and Janet came in.

"What you doing Bob?" she inquired.
"Oh, just gaming, " I replied. She looked closer at the screen.
"Are you on the internet?" she asked.
"Oh, er, yeah". I tried to sound unconcerned, but my stomach had 
turned to ice, and sweat broke out on my forehead. If she found the 
IRC channels I was DEAD MEAT. Then the worst thing possible 
happened. The button on the taskbar started flashing. Somebody had 
opened a private channel to me.
"What's that?" she inquired. She reached down and took the mouse, 
and pushed the cursor over to the flashing bar, and clicked. A 
window sprang open, and inside was a single word:

 >hello.

"Is this a chatroom" Janet asked me.
"Er yeah" I replied.
"So what do I do?" she said. She pushed her hips against me to 
signal to make way for her in the chair. Oh my god, I thought, she 
hasn't seen the window title! It was gaycastration!
She sat in the chair, and peered at the screen. Janet is a little 
long-sighted, so perhaps she hadn't read the title yet.
"Go fetch me my glasses darling, they're in the lounge".

I went to get the glasses, that was easy. My mind raced through a 
whole universe of explanations, none plausible. Oh shit!!!!  It was 
the hardest thing I have ever done in my life, going back in with 
her glasses.
She put them on and looked at the screen, and then down at the 
keyboard.

>>hello   she typed. She looked up at me smiling. "Am I doing it 
right?" I nodded.

We waited. She turned to me again.
"Is that your nickname down there" she said, pointing at the word 
. I nodded, as my mouth was too dry to say a word.
"Where's the other persons nick? - ah, is this it - Bagsnatcher?"

>Like your nick

>>I like yours. Kinda says it really.

She looked up at me again to see my reaction.
"They cut the program short" she explained. "Had to make way for 
some stupid sport. So I thought I'd come and check on you, see what 
you were up to." I don't know how I stayed standing, especially as 
she lowered my zip and drew out my soft penis. It was level with her 
mouth, and she leaned over and sucked the tip in. She doesn't often 
fellate me, and the sudden warmth soon had the hormones surging and 
I soon stiffened into her mouth.
"That's better, now you just keep MY cock up while I have a go at 
this sexy chatline thing!"

> Describe yourself
>> 72" 170lbs, slim, dark hair,35 yrs
> Sounds good. What about equipment?

"I think he means this!" Janet giggled, cupping my balls. "How many 
time have you chatted in this room?"
"Oh, only a couple of times"

>> Average cock, medium balls. Shaved.
> Sounds better. Did I talk to u before?
>> Maybe. What about?
> About me and my buddy fucking u first

Janet turned before my cock went totally limp again, and brought it 
back to hardness. She then told me to strip. This was going way out 
of control. No, correction, it had been way out of control for some 
time.

>> Yeah I could go for that
Janet typed
>> but my wife wants to watch
> U straight? - cool. Whats she say to this?
>> Shes here
> put her on
>> hello Janet here

"Come round the other side darling, I want to probe your arse while 
I chat. Oh, get the lube out first!"
I had never heard Janet be so coarse. Now it was getting exciting. I 
walked around to the left of her chair, cock bobbing in front of me. 
She slapped my buttock, and pushed her forefinger into my tight 
hole, followed by another.

> have U got a microphone?
>> Yes
> open a voice line. I want to hear u

Janet didn't know how to do it, so I had to show her. I could have 
stopped the whole thing there of course, I could have pulled the 
power cord, anything really, but it was blowing my mind, my lovely 
wife and me in the dirtiest fantastic chat together.

>> can u hear me?
> yeah honey

His voice was deep, and to be honest, I was rather surprised that he 
sounded well educated. I had assumed this was some kind of 
backwoodsman.

> and is he there?
I timidly announced my presence.
> You been fucked before boy?
The derogative made me blush. Janet smiled at me. "Tell him darling"
>>No
> OK. You're 2Bdone, and she's the Mistress. I'm Bagsnatcher, and my 
buddy is Ironhelmet. You'll find out why soon enough. We use those 
names and no others. We meet in a bar, and we look things over. If 
we go for it, the action is at your place.
>> When?
> Whenever you like Mistress. How do you want your eunuch?
Janet pursed her lips for a moment, thinking.
>> Sac and balls cleaned away. You can keep the glands, I've had 
enough of those. Bastard banged me up twice so far, and tries it on 
with every bit of skirt he meets. That's history as far as I'm 
concerned. I'd like the pouch though - it'll make a cute bag for 
some earrings. Then I want his arse reamed good. Let him know what 
it feels like.
> You there 2Bdone?
>> Yes
> You ready to be the Mistresses eunuch?
I looked at Janet's face, and then down to her small hand slowly 
moving over my engorged cock. Why was I so excited by all of this? 
Any rational person would consider it a nightmare! But truth was, I 
was inflamed by lust. Men will do anything, when in lust.
>> Yes
> OK. How's Tuesday looking?
Janet signalled me to kneel. I don't know why, perhaps I knew that I 
was already emasculated, but I meekly dropped down, and as she 
smoothly slid fowards in the chair I felt her silky thighs brush my 
cheeks. Her pants were soaking wet as I slipped the gusset to one 
side before burying my tongue into her slippery pussy.
>> Tuesdays good 
she said

Her thighs clamped over my ears and I heard little more, and I 
worked my tongue against her for what seemed hours, until I felt her 
legs spasm, and then they released their grip. As I stood up I 
lifted her calves so that her knees were pressed to her chest, 
revealing that delicious wetness to plunge my hot stiffness into, 
but she flicked her foot into my balls making me jump and clutch 
myself to ease the sudden pain.

"What's that for?"

"What do you think you dirty bastard! So that's what you've been 
doing behind my back! There's no more sex for you, you pig, so don't 
even try it! If you think that hurt, I can do a lot worse"

She stood up and stormed out of the study, leaving me to collect my 
clothes and slink into bed next to her. I didn't even think about 
trying, I knew that would be totally pointless. She'd come round 
after a few days I reasoned.

I'd totally forgotten about Tuesday, until I arrived home from work 
to find Janet in the little black number she wore for the better 
parties we went to. Her hair was done, her face made up, and boy did 
she smell good. Her mood had changed too, now she was bright and 
excited.
"Have you forgotten Brian, we're going out tonight. You haven't got 
much time, have a quick shower and get ready".
She pushed me into the bedroom and made fuss with some jewellery 
while I stripped off and got under the shower. I still hadn't got it 
at that stage, I know, men are dozy like that. I was searching my 
mind for the engagement I had forgotten. Was it the Trevills 
tonight? Was it a school concert? Bemused, I stepped out of the 
shower and Janet handed me some clean clothes, anxiously looking at 
her watch and urging me to hurry. I thought the clothes were  kind 
of casual compared to hers, which puzzled me more.
"Where are we going" I finally asked.
"You mean you've forgotten?" She looked at me amazed. Her face 
dissolved into a sly grin, and then she pressed herself close to me. 
Her hand dropped and cupped my groin. It had been several days now 
since she had denied me, and my body immediately responded. But as 
the familiar pleasure of tightness came into my groin, I remembered 
the significance of Tuesday. Today! Tonight!
"You're going to give me something special tonight darling, 
remember?". Her voice was husky with sex.
"Janet, I thought we were just, you know, playing"
"But I thought you wanted this" she whispered. "I've known about 
your little fantasy for ages. And it gets me hot too. Besides, now 
we've got children I don't feel like it so often, and I'm frightened 
you'll do something stupid like one of those cute little bimbos at 
the office when you get horny. And you know, I think it's the most 
sincere gift a man can make to his wife."
I said nothing. Her tongue slowly played in my ear, and my cock 
stayed firm in her grasp.
"Come on, it's getting late" she suddenly said, and pulling away 
picked up my jacket and threw it to me. I caught it and followed her 
down the stairs like a robot, in a dream world. At the front door 
she said she'd drive, I was too distracted!

I sure was. I don't remember the ride to the bar, although my mind 
was reeling with the enormity of it all. All too soon we glided into 
the dark car-park, under a flashing neon sign that said "Big Jakes". 
I wasn't taking this all in. It had a dream like quality.

Janet slid across the seat towards me, and put her arm around me.
"Are you feeling alright" she asked. I nodded. Why did the power of 
speech always desert me in these moments? Why couldn't I say NO!
She snuggled closer. We stayed still for a minute or two, listening 
to the faint sounds of music and laughter from the bar. I could feel 
her heart beating. I could hear mine pounding.
"Can you do it for me darling?" she whispered, barley audibly. "Be 
my eunuch? I want it for you. I told you I've known about your need 
for ages, I just didn't know how to talk with you about it. I used 
to read your old chat room stuff when you were at work, and that's 
how I met Bagsnatcher. He's safe, I'd had him checked out, and his 
buddy too. Bagsnatcher has had some vetinary training and you 
certainly won't be his first! And I won't be the first wife to 
become the Mistress to her eunuch either!"
The windows of the car were beginning to steam up, our world was 
closing in on us. I really thought I was dreaming, a strange erotic 
nightmare. My cock stood hard, urgent with need, not to copulate, 
but for the spectacle, the circus; to be the willing victim of 
medieval brutality. Janet brushed her hand down to my lap, and felt 
for my erection.

"You're ready to give me my present now aren't you darling?"
It was a statement, not a question. I didn't answer, there was no 
need. Janet had set the whole thing up! Somewhere a distant voice 
that was my own echoed

"Castrate me Mistress, please"
Janet slowly rubbed the tip of my cock. I whimpered quietly.

"Of course darling". Janet flipped the headlamps, a few moments 
later I could make out two men coming towards the car. I was almost 
in real tears, I could feel a panic setting in. The two men came up 
to the car, and opened the back doors and got in. I felt the car 
settle with their weight. Nobody said anything. Janet turned the 
keys, and we set off the way we had come, back to our house.
"We've got the place to ourselves, so we won't be disturbed" Janet 
told me, "we have allnight, and tomorrow if need be. The children 
are at my mother's."
We all lapsed into gloomy silence as Janet drove along the freeway. 
I hadn't ever been to Big Jakes before, and I was surprised to see 
how far we had come. I started drifting off into a dream again.

Still in the dream, I followed Janet's shapely rear up the drive, 
and stood blankly as she opened our front door. She stepped in and 
span round, and kissed me quickly on the cheek.

"Go upstairs and get undressed, I'll be up straight away. I'll just 
make sure our friends have a drink"

Still acting like an automaton, I ascended the stairs and turned the 
light on in our room. I stood for a while then slowly started to 
undress. I heard Janet's steps coming up the staircase. She came 
into the room, crossed to her dressing table, and sat on the pale 
green velvet stool facing me.

"Brian" she simply said, opening her legs and beckoning with her 
finger. I had  undressed by now, and my cock was fully erect. I 
moved towards her and she simply pointed down with her finger. I 
understood, and dropped to my knees, and felt her wonderful silky 
thighs close over the sides of my head. She pressed against the back 
of my head to settle my face against her properly, and relaxed to 
take her pleasure.

Suddenly strong hands seized me, and before I had a chance to 
struggle, my hands were pulled behind my back and bound, and I was 
lifted and pushed sprawling face down on the bed. I tried to shout 
but my mouth had been filled with a rubber ball gag, and one of the 
men had his knee in the back of my neck whilst he pulled the straps 
tight forcing my mouth open and the ball into it. he got up and 
siezed my ankles and dragged me down over the end of the bed, and I 
dropped onto my knees, my chest on the soft eiderdown. Every time I 
tried to get up I was pushed down, until I finally lay still, 
panting with exertion.

Janet spoke.

"Do not struggle again 2Bdone. For you, it has been decided, and you 
can't escape now. Look at me! Look at me!"

I turned my head to look at her. She had sat down on the dressing 
stool, crossed legged, and was removing an ear-ring.

"That's better. Bagsnatcher, loosen his sac before you start, I want 
to see his package swinging when you fuck him." She looked directly 
at me as I felt the mans hands encircle my balls and twist and tug 
downwards, and I felt cold metal as something was clipped around 
them. When he released his hand, I felt a heavy weight pulling them 
down. Janet turned away to the mirror and busied herselt with her 
jewellery, and merely glimpsed at my reflection when I shrieked at 
the moment when Bagsnatchers cock pushed past my anal sphincter and 
entered me. I closed my eyes. I was dimly aware of Janet moving 
around the room, the sound of the wardrobe, the laboured gasps of 
the man fucking me. At first, the pain was dreadful, but gradually 
my tortured muscles accomodated him, until with a final lunge which 
made me shriek once more, he finished himself. I laid there meekly 
as he withdrew, as I knew that there was one more in the room to use 
me, before the final event.

Ironhelmet's placed his hands flat on my buttocks, and opened the 
pink sore hole as fas as it would stretch. And then he pressed down, 
and I writhed in agony as I cursed his nickname. I wept as his 
unyielding hardness  tore me, and I bit down hard onto the gag. I 
heard Janet say something, and he released his pressure. I opened my 
eyes, and saw my wife standing in a long sheer white nightie, her 
breasts clearly visible but tauntingly shielded. I snorted for 
breath through my nose. Ironhelmet returned to his task, and through 
a red mist I heard Janet's voice again.

"Use some more lube! I want him reamed, not ripped apart! Look, 
you're starting to make him bleed!"

She obligingly greased Ironhelmets cock, and guided him back to my 
hole. I tensed waiting for him to resume.

"Relax honey, that's what you always told me! Now you know what it's 
like!"

This time his cock finally stretched me enough to gain a small 
entrance, and having gained a little purchase, he slowly pushed the 
rest into me. I banged my head into the bed again and again as waves 
of pain ripped through me. But gradually the pain melted and a new 
sensation flowed through my body; slowly his thick cock was 
massaging my prostrate. Each stroke made my own cock jerk, and I was 
on the edge of coming, but never able to. He pulled back, teasing my 
hole with the tip of his cock. I pushed my hips back, anxious to get 
his penetration rubbing deep in me again, fearing it was my last 
chance to come. Janet saw, and intervened.

"He's going to cum. I want him cut with heavy balls. Finish yourself 
quickly!"

I felt him push deep and hard into me and shudder. My own cock 
jerked, and I wriggled on his cock and strained to cum, but to no 
avail. I felt his cock jerk again and again, each contraction 
forcing my own to respond with renewed urgency. Oh how I wanted to 
reach down and bring myself to climax!

He withdrew, and I could feel my hole gaping open. I could feel his 
cum running down the inside of my legs. I looked at Janet, and 
implored her to finish it for me, bring me off, but all that escaped 
the gag was an incomprehensible groaning sound. Tears started to 
fill my eyes, and she bent down to comfort me. Did she understand? 
Perhaps she thought I was afraid of what was to come?

I felt my arms being untied from behind me, and blood painfully 
rushed back into them. I was stood up, relieving my aching knees, 
but before I could catch a glimpse of the two men, a soft black bag 
was pulled over my head, as if I was going to be executed. Real 
terror caught me. I realised how vunerable I was. I felt myself 
dragged out of the room, and into the bathroom, my bowels tightening 
with fear, and I pressed my burning sphincter closed tight for fear 
of soiling myself; but to no avail; with a revolting noise I 
promptly evacuated on the floor. I heard low laughter, and the hiss 
of water; I was standing in the shower. As the tepid water flowed 
over my shoulders I started to calm down a little, realising that if 
I was to escape I had to keep my wits and analyse the situation. I 
heard Janet expressing disgust at my condition. One of the men 
answered her, explaining that candidates frequently did that, it was 
the fear. Once I'd been cleaned up and back into a nice warm room, 
he continued, I'd be more settled.

Hands probed my sore arse and I felt cool water flood into my 
bowels, until my stomach cramped. The enema tube was removed, and I 
evacuated again, and the whole process was repeated, until finally I 
felt something solid pushed into the hole. I was scrubbed between 
the legs,  and finally, with my arms retied behind me, carefully 
dried. As I stood waiting, I heard the low voices of the two men 
conversing with each other over the sound of running water. 
Eventually they left the room, and I stood, calm now, awaiting the 
inevitable. They must be preparing their instruments I thought.

Janet's voice startled me.

"It's time.!"

She gently took my elbow and steered me out of the room, down the 
hall, and back into the bedroom. Here she let me go, and lifted the 
bag from my head. For the first time I saw the two men, now in 
surgical gowns and masks. Was I ever going to see their faces? Janet 
answered the question. It was not necessary for me to see the men, 
in fact it was preferable for me not to see them. Should I decide 
upon revenge for my emasculation later, I would never know their 
identity, and secondly, she explained that I would not have been 
willing to let them sodomise me if I could see their faces.

"You see, while you cannot see them, they are your fantasy lovers. 
If you caught sight of them, maybe you would be revolted. Never mind 
darling, I could see them, and the ecstasy in their faces as they 
climaxed.!"

Janet crossed over to her dressing stool, and sat facing me. Her 
long sheer white nightdress flowed around her body, and I felt a 
surge of desire run through me. But it was not to be. Janet directed 
me to kneel in front of her, with my legs well apart, so that my 
knees were each side of the stainless steel bowl in front of the 
stool. I knelt where I was shown, and bent forward to lay my face on 
her thighs. She had placed a small cushion on her lap; this 
supported the weight of my upper body, and she started to gently 
stroke my face. I heard movement behind me, and then the sudden stab 
of a needle. I jerked in fear of the pain, but Janet calmed me, 
saying that a little local was to be used, she wanted a neat 
trouble-free job and that I should keep very, very still, and that 
the anaesthetic would help me. She tested the gag, to see if it was 
still in place, and satisfied that it was, resumed stroking me 
gently.

"It'll all be over soon darling" she said. "It only takes a few 
minutes."

I felt a tugging at my sac, and a prodding sensation. There was 
little pain, but I knew well what was happening. They had started. 
Tears once again filled my eyes, and Janet dried them with a small 
lace edged handkerchief. I started to cry openly, my body shaking.

"Try to keep still 2Bdone" she cooed. The room was quiet, except for 
my moaning in the gag, and the clatter of instruments against the 
steel bowl. Relieved that there was no pain, I relaxed, and my heart 
filled with love for Janet, and I confess that then, finally, I 
gladly gave my balls to her.

"It's done" said a mans voice. It was Ironhelmet, and I tried to 
form an image of him. Was he young, or old, was he broad, or 
scrawny,  was he handsome, or ugly. I couldn't make a picture. My 
anus gripped the plug as the memory of my sodomisation came to me. 
Would I have that again? Would I want it again? My cock started to 
erect once more.

Janet released the straps of the gag, and the ball fell out of my 
mouth. How sweet to be rid of that, to be able to talk again, to 
cry. She reached down and undid the straps around my arms.

"I love you" she said. "That was the best present I ever had"

I started to weep again, overcome by emotion.

"I love you too Mistress" I choked, as I gingerly stood up. She 
dried my tears once more, and held me close. She helped me across to 
the full-length mirror, so that I could see my new form. Bagsnatcher 
and Ironhelmet were nowhere to be seen, I guess they must have 
quietly slipped away. I looked at myself. Where my balls had been 
was a neat suture, and my cock dangled lower than before. Janet's 
reflection was beside mine, and she was smiling proudly. My cock 
started to rise as I contemplated the new me.

"It'll take a while, but eventually you won't be able to erect. At 
the moment your absolutely full of testosterone, especially as I 
made sure you were horny for the cutting. I don't think you could 
have done it otherwise. If I need an erection from you, I found a 
man at the gym who sells steroids. They should work for you. But I 
doubt if I will need it."
She picked up a tube of lube from the dressing table,  greased her 
fingers, and delicately wrapped them around the shaft of my cock. My 
wife knows EXACTLY how to milk a man quickly, and that is what she 
did to me right then. In spite of the recent op, there was no pain, 
I suppose the anaesthetic hadn't worn off, and the pressure of the 
plug in my anus against the base of my cock made it even quicker 
than usual, but what finally finished me was Janet's next words to 
me...

"Enjoy this darling! Your last orgasm! You're my sexless eunuch 
slave from now on! From now on you only provide the pleasure, and 
I'll see that your anus and mouth are well used!"

She kept her word. I never saw Bagsnatcher and Ironhelmet again, but 
there were others who took their place. I never tire of orally 
pleasing her, and it still gives me some strange pleasure when I can 
please my lover; I love the grip of Janets thighs on my face as she 
climaxes, or the groans of my lovers as they ejaculate into me. I am 
used to the taste of sperm now, even enjoy it, and I have learnt to 
deep throat. My wife had me tattoed on the arse with the date of my 
castration as a reminder; that was especially humiliating to have 
done at the parlor. She tells me that it was such a turn-on for her 
she is wondering what other gifts I can make! I hope she is teasing 
me, but she is talking of splitting my penis, and ruining my arse; 
that scares and excites me. But I think it's just that, a tease. 
Maybe....