By Jocelyn

The first time I clapped my eyes on the girl next door was from our upstairs bedroom window on a hot sultry mid afternoon in late summer. I spied her through the pendulous golden blooms of our laburnum tree, wearing a miniscule black bikini, and lying full stretch on a blue and white striped sunbed. I drew in a sharp breath. She had a tom boy cropped hairstyle, raven black, and an ageless face and figure that could have been anywhere from 16 to 30. She lazily opened her eyes and stared up at me. I tensed, despite calculating that from the angle of the sun that she couldn’t possibly have seen me. But still, she seemed to give me an accusing smile before slipping her arms to her back to unclip her bikini top. I felt a hungry yearning in my groin as her full breasts swung loose, eagerly soaking up the sun’s rays. Downstairs my wife Brenda was mooching in the kitchen. A blackbird whistled its approval and a frustrated bluebottle buzzed at the window pane.

I unzipped my fly to release my impatient erection and gently stroked myself stimulated, yet irked at my weakness. The girl next door lazily rolled over onto her stomach. I was treated to the wonderful sight of her tight rounded buttocks. My hand began to speed up when, to my consternation, I heard the tread of footfall on the stair. I urgently shoved my penis back, zipped up my trousers and turned from the window in flustered agitation.

“What’re you up to?” Brenda scowled.

“Nothing.” I stammered.

Glancing briefly at my groin she pushed past me to the window. She peered out, then slowly faced me, her heavy features a mocking sneer. Originally slim and attractive, her waistline had broadened over the years and she’d taken to wearing slacks. Her blond hair was trimmed and she wore little make up. “Taking in the view were you?”

I said nothing.

“Pervert.” She growled. With a grimace of determination she moved towards me, her arctic blue eyes riveting me to the spot. Deliberately, she unzipped my trousers, pushing them down along with my underwear, to reveal my errant erection. “Dead giveaway.” She scoffed. She suddenly gripped my testicles and I winced, my eyes widening at the resulting agony. She squeezed harder. “If I find out that your todger has been anywhere else other than in your hand I’ll cut these fuckers off. Understand?”

I nodded furiously, capable only of a kitten’s mew.

“Just so’s we understand each other…” She muttered and released me. I fell to my knees, clutching my balls, gasping for air like a beached fish.

“I think your job’s getting to you.” I mumbled as the worst of the pain eased.

“Yeah, right.” She sniffed. “But as a probation officer you know the pond life I have to deal with.” She sat on the end of the bed. “For your information, that young lady is Adele Shipley. She moved in last week. She’s no man in her life and, between you and me, I don’t think men interest her that much…” She shrugged. “Sorry to be the bearer of bad news. Or maybe it’s in your interest”. She paused, and lowered her voice. “I’m serious you know. If you fancy saying goodbye to your bollocks then try touching her.” She rose and flounced off down the stairs, leaving me to contemplate my pain. And, her threat.

The girl next door haunted me for the following few weeks. Mostly in vain, I frequently watched from that window, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. Brenda was reticent on the subject and didn’t enlighten me as to further intimate details on our new neighbour.

When Brenda was off on her regular ‘girl’s nights out’ I was tempted to call round, neighbourly like, and introduce myself. Each time I summoned up the courage to act, my nerve failed me at the last minute. Then, a couple of months later it happened.

“I wonder if Brenda is in?” She asked, standing demurely at our front door. I stood gaping, for a moment speechless, until she tilted her head in enquiry.

“Ah, um, er, no, no she’s not.” I gabbled. “She er, she’s off on a conference. In Hamilton. She’ll be back late tonight.” She bit her lip and looked down the street. I offered my hand. “I’m Mike, Brenda’s husband.” She slipped her slight soft palm into mine.

“Adele. Actually, Brenda has mentioned you.” She said, somewhat enigmatically, “in fact, more than mentioned. I know quite a lot about you.” She raised an eyebrow, “not fair is it? That you know nothing about me.”

I blinked and, realising I was still holding her hand, quickly let go. “Like to come in for a bit?” Her lips twitched at the unintentional innuendo. I reddened. “No, I er, I mean, that is, for a moment.”

“Why not.” She stepped over the threshold and into the hallway. A delicate fragrance of jasmine followed. I indicated the lounge and watched her with my heart thumping as she grinned at me, put her hand bag on the hall chair and headed for the room.

She was dressed in a sleeveless, pastel lilac, low cut blouse, with a short white skirt. She had legs a starlet would die for, not skinny like the catwalk models but shapely and well toned. I found myself day dreaming about running my hand up her milky white limbs and...

“Brenda’s back late today then?” She twirled to face me from the centre of the room.

I nodded. “Fancy a drink, tea, coffee?” God that sounded banal. “A glass of wine if you prefer?” I added quickly.

“Mmm, a white? Pinot Gris?”

“Absolutely.” I said in surprise. “It’s Brenda’s favourite.” I mentally admonished myself for bringing Brenda back into the conversation. But she didn’t seem to notice, just gazed about her while I scuttled off to collect a bottle from the fridge.

“I’ve a confession to make.” She stared at me over the rim of her fluted wineglass.

“Oh?” I took a healthy gulp of chilled Oyster Bay 2009.

“I’ve noticed you ogling me.” She said, suddenly giggling at my scarlet cheeks. “Oh, don’t worry, I don’t mind. They’re doing it all the time. Men that is. I rather like it, it’s quite a compliment. I mean, it wouldn’t happen if I were a fat, ugly cow would it?”

Like Brenda I thought. “Er no.”

“What’d you think my best attribute is?” She asked with feigned innocence, leaning back on the dark tan leather sofa and crossing her legs, displaying a 747 runway of thigh.

She was prick teasing me, I thought with a twinge of resentment. I’d started to become hard and she’d certainly noticed. “Everything.” I said, priapric lust boosting my Dutch courage. “I love your breasts, the way they bob as you walk. Your legs are the eighth wonder. You… you are so very, very, sexual.” I placed my drink on the coffee table and sat beside her. To my utter astonishment she put her empty glass alongside mine, and reached between my legs. My heart sang a chorus. She raised her right hand to stay me, whilst with her left she unzipped me, exposing my hardening organ.

“My, my, what have we here?” She said, circling it with her hand.

It took a Herculean effort not to seize her and pull her to me. Crush her cerise lips to mine, kiss her swan neck, tear off her blouse and suck at her breasts - braless beneath the thin cotton. Work my way down her taut stomach, ease down her panties, part her thighs and…

“Let me undress you.” She interrupted my salacious longings, and let go my erection. She started to unbutton my shirt. I instantly shrugged it off, stood upright and allowed my jeans, closely followed by my underpants, to fall to the floor. I kicked off my footwear and stood stark naked before her.

She studied me, angling her head, appraisingly. “I like compliant men. Those who do exactly as they are told.” With some unease, I noticed her huge violet eyes turn darkly emotionless. I suppressed a brief shudder. “Brenda said that you do as you’re told.” She purred. When I didn’t answer she prompted, “Is that true?”

I gulped, feeling suddenly foolish standing before her, rigidly erect - in every manner. “I, er, well, er I suppose so.” I replied cautiously.

“Excellent.” She said, and stood, cupping my balls in her right hand. “What would Brenda do if she knew we were about to make love?”

Did she say, about to make love? I could swear I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. But as I pondered on my answer my erection flagged a tad as Brenda’s threat echoed in my mind. “She threatened to castrate me.” I muttered lamely.

“Good for her.” Adele tossed her head. “But she’ll never know will she? I mean, I won’t tell, if you don’t.” My erection reasserted itself. “But you do need to prove your compliance to me.” She pouted.

“Oh God, anything.” I said, completely under her spell.

“Anything?” Her eyebrows rose in exaggerated astonishment. She gently kneaded my balls and, with the fingers of her other hand, sublimely tweaked the helmet of my penis. I desperately tried to avoid ejaculation and raised my arms to pull her towards me.

“Nooo!” Her lips framed a circle, her eyes danced in amusement. “Arms down!” She snapped. My arms dropped. “Anything?” She repeated.

“Yes, yes anything.” My voice quavered. Before me her cleavage would have challenged the Grand Canyon. “Oh God yes Adele, for you… anything.” I gasped.

“What is it they say? When the balls are full, the brain is empty?” She gave a chuckle, as of water gurgling in a brook. “Come”. She led me by my balls to the stairwell. “Raise your arms.” She ordered, giving my balls a slight warning squeeze. I immediately complied, and she secured my wrists to the rising stair banister with two plastic restraints. She then tethered my one ankle to the stair post, the other to a wall connector so I was totally spread eagled, legs wide apart, and helpless. It was done so slickly, it was almost as though she’d pre planned the moves.

“I won’t be a moment.” She mimed a kiss to me and exited back through the lounge, to the hall. At that moment the telephone alongside me, on the stair side table, rang. At the sixth ring the answer machine kicked in.

“Mike?” Brenda’s voice crackled down the line. “Mike are you there? For fucks sake pick up the phone!”

I strained at the restraints but they were firm. “Mike. I’ve just checked my text messages. There’s one from Adele. You know, your wet dream from next door. There’s something you need to know.” A long pause ensued. “Mike, you there?” She hissed exasperated.

I squirmed, frowning.

“Mike, you prat, if she calls round don’t let her in. Her real name’s not Shipley. It’s Cantona, like the footballer. Adele Cantona. Does that ring a bell?”

It did. But I couldn’t recall any details.

“She was abused by her uncle when she was a child. One day when he took her she waited until he’d passed out with the booze, then she castrated him. She’s been institutionalised after doing the same thing to two other men. She was assessed as mentally unfit to plead and went into treatment. She’s been released under my care.” Another long pause.

“Mike?” Silence. “Mike, her text said she’d noticed you perving her and was going to deal with you. I’m coming back home Mike, I’m only minutes away. Just don’t let her into the house.”

I heard the machine snap off. Shit! Shit! Shit!

“Did I hear the phone?” I frantically twisted to see Adele at the door. She was removing something from her handbag. “

“Adele, I er, I’ve changed my mind. This isn’t right… I can’t be unfaithful to Brenda” I said, dripping sanctimony. My erection had begun its collapse.

“Don’t give me that holier-than-thou crap.” She sneered. Her eyes settled on the phone and she sighed. “Ahh, Brenda. Spilled the beans has she?” Her hand reached down to my testicles. “Well now, time to boogy Mike”

She slipped a thin string around my scrotum and pulled it tight, very tight. Then knotted it. My whole body went rigid with the pain. When she was satisfied she raised a small curved sharply honed knife. “Actually, it’s not as painful as you think. Most of the nerves will soon be deadened by the string. Don’t worry Mike I’ve done this before.”

“Done what?” My voice quavered. She answered with a slow wink. I could sense her exhilaration. Her cheeks flushed, and she parted her lips sucking in air that pushed her breasts outwards, the nipples straining against the lilac cotton.

“Adele…” I pleaded.

“Shhhh.” She said softly, putting a finger to my lips. “We’ll need to wait until they die first. That is, before I cut them off.”

“What?” I squeaked.

“Now, now, Mikey. Don’t be a little baby.”

Brenda was almost here. If only I could stall her, delay her until Brenda arrived. “Adele, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to spy on you. It was just that…” I stuttered.

“Oh, I didn’t mind that.” She interrupted wistfully, her eyes again becoming dark pools, as though her concentration had fled. Then she blinked, and said in a sing song voice. “Oh dear, poor boy, your little peepee is all limp.”

“We can work something out….” I groaned. My groin was a dull ache, already losing feeling.

She wasn’t listening, and started humming, staring out the window. Then she slipped her blouse free, unbuttoned her skirt and stepped out of it. She was clad only in scanty cerulean panties. She stepped back and I could see her smooth mound of Venus outlined against the thinly transparent lacy material. My pulse leapt as the gravel on our driveway crunched, followed by the slamming of the car door and the click of a key in our front door lock.

Adele, smiled and took my testicles in her right hand, her left slipped the knife to their rear. “It seems we have company.” She said, strangely unconcerned. I held my breath, closing my eyes.

“Adele. What the hell are you doing?” Brenda snapped from the doorway.

“I’m making us a gelding.” She glowered at the interruption.

“Put down the knife.” Brenda said slowly, edging into the room. I was as still as a statue, only my eyes flickered, opening to slits.

“Oh don’t be like that, Bren.” Adele protested petulantly.

“You’ll go back to the institution.” Brenda said slowly. “You wouldn’t want that would you?”

At first Adele didn’t answer. Then she gave a sly smile. “And you wouldn’t like to be accused of breaching your duty of care, would you? Taking advantage of a client? Lotsa grief for you is that.”

I saw Brenda’s eyes narrow and she looked from Adele, to me, then back to Adele. She licked her lips nervously. “What do you mean?”

“Oooh, you are naughty.” Adele mocked, and turned to me. “Your big Brenda’s been telling you porkies.” She snorted and returned to Brenda. “I’m not going back into treatment Brenda. In fact, I think we both know that.”

Brenda swallowed. “Be sensible Adele.”

“Mikey, Brenda hasn’t told you she’s been fucking me has she?”

My eyes grew round and my mouth dropped open in astonishment.

“You stupid cunt!” Brenda hissed.

“Oh Brenda, such language!” Adele clucked, and Brenda stepped towards her. Adele’s hand shot out and the knife was suddenly at Brenda’s throat.

“Stop!” She snapped. Brenda froze with her head reared back, the knife pressed to her jugular. Adele’s free hand slowly unbuckled Brenda’s belt, unclipped her black slacks and eased between her legs. “This is what you really enjoy isn’t it?” She said softly. “Ooh, what do I detect, no panties? You are a sauce pot.”

Brenda’s eyes flickered and momentarily closed. “Adele…” She gasped.

“We can have our little arrangement can’t we. Don’t you see that?” Adele glanced back at me. “You and me, Brenda. But don’t you see, we can’t have a nasty gooseberry between us? Or should I say a cucumber? So, let’s sort that out first. Then he can serve us both. Just as we discussed.”

“That was fantasy Adele.” Brenda whispered, but now breathing harder as Adele’s hand plundered the hidden depths.

“What’s going on?” I croaked.

“It was just fantasy.” Brenda said desperately. But her hand reached down between Adele’s legs.

“Ah, it doesn’t have to be merely fantasy.” Adele insisted. “We can be together Brenda, just as we agreed.”

“But Mike?” Brenda slipped her hand into Adele’s briefs.

“We need him.” Adele said. “We can’t simply live together. You would be compromised. People would talk, about… You know - you and a client.” She took the knife from Brenda’s neck and tilted her open lips upwards.

This is it, I thought. Take her Brenda, now’s your chance. I’ll forgive whatever you’ve done with her. I would have done the same - Adele is irresistible.

“Brenda!” I urged.

“But we can’t have him as he is now can we.” Adele’s lips closed towards Brenda’s.

Now! Now! I mentally screamed. Quickly, Brenda seized Adele’s shoulders. I slumped in relief.

A relief that was short lived!

To my horror, Brenda’s lips clamped down hungrily on Adele’s mouth. Then, she sank to her knees, tugging Adele’s panties down and pulling them off her feet. She forced open Adele’s legs and sucked between them, her tongue flicking like a demented snake’s. Adele threw me a look of triumph. She lifted Brenda’s head up to gaze directly into her eyes. “Let me castrate him.” She simpered, “you know in your heart that you want me to”. Brenda’s brow creased and she pursed her lips.

Adele slowly went on. “He was gagging to fuck me, Brenda,” Brenda’s eyes flashed. “His dick was hard - for me. He told me he’d do anything for me.” And Brenda’s lips became a thin pink slash.

Time ceased. Finally Brenda glared over at me, her mouth curled in disdain. She was panting, her eyes reddened with desire for Adele. She looked back up at Adele. Then her lips twisted in a cruel parody of a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. She gave the ghost of a nod, and I whimpered.

Adele turned towards me and I begged. “No, no please, Adele.”

“You did say ‘anything’ Mike. And ‘anything’ includes me making you my gelding.” She touched the knife to her lips.

I snivelled. “Oh God, I, I didn’t mean…”

But she cut me off. “You will soon answer to two mistresses, succumbing to our every bidding” Her fingers circled my deadened balls and pulled them downwards. Her face was inches away, her soulless eyes bored into mine. I dared a glance at Brenda, still on her knees, mesmerised in ecstatic fascination.

I felt the knife positioned behind my scrotum. “We’ll have someone to come and attend you once I’ve neutered you.” She whispered, “so, now…..”

I screamed…...

Thus, with that single swift stroke of the knife I was consigned to the vale of the third sex, a docile eunuch. I hold no resentment. On the contrary, my sole aspiration is now to attend to my ladies domestic needs with devotion and, an alacrity which meets the highest of their expectations.

It is a simple life, but satisfying.

End

Jocelyn