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Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements. My wife looked up over the muscular shoulder of the huge black guy nailing her on our bed. Her long tanned legs wrapped around v-shaped torso. What are you doing home early? At that, the black guy turned and shot me a nasty glance.
I'm dicking your old lady. Now get out of here fuckshit I ain't finished. Of course I was shocked, but what else could I do? I went downstairs poured myself a drink and then another.
I was already half plastered by the time she came down. She was wrapped in her bathrobe. Behind her was the black guy wrapped in mine.
The room swayed. I sat back down with a plop, nearly missing the couch entirely. I wiped my nose with the back of my hand and sniffed hard.
It was no use trying to disguise the fact that I'd been crying. My wife was fucking another man for a year and a half and I hadn't suspected a thing! Why Kelli, don't you love me? The black guy rolled his eyes and muttered something about me being a lameshit faggot but I ignored him for the time being. I'd get to him later. He poured himself a drink and made himself comfortable in my easy chair. He turned on the TV. Of course, I love you. You're like I don't know, my best friend or something.
Get out. Get out now, you son of a bitch! I was practically hysterical. The black man sighed, put his drink down on the table, and calmly pushed the chair down to get to his feet. I'd like to think I could blame the booze I'd drunk, but the fact is even if I'd been cold sober and he'd been drunk, I don't think the would have Sissy castration story any different. He was huge and strong, and it couldn't have taken any more than one blow, although I don't even clearly remember that.
What I do remember is that he slapped me upside the head with his open palm and it was all over for me. My Sissy castration story buckled and I crumpled to the floor in a heap. Carlos sat back down in the easy chair, picked up his drink, and continued watching television. Kelli was kneeling beside me, asking me something, but I couldn't hear her voice. Everything sounded like I was underwater.
Then I passed out. When I Sissy castration story to, Kelli was still kneeling next to me, but I was no longer in the living room. I was in the basement lying on one of the beach lounge chairs that we put out on the deck in the summer.
My wife was undoing my pants and pulling them down. She had already removed my shoes and socks. I was still pretty groggy so it took me a while to realize that my shirt had also been removed. I was naked from the waist up and my arms were raised over my head, my wrists tied to the bar running along the top of the chair. By the time I managed to make sense of what was going on, Kelli had tied my ankles to the bottom of the lounge chair. But I guess it would have come to this anyway. I tried to keep the panic out of my voice, but it was impossible.
The sympathetic look on Kelli's face scared me more than anything else. It's too bad you had that little outburst. Carlos wants to make sure it doesn't happen again. Then, to my surprise, she began to attach a small bullet vibrator to my penis with a few elastic bands, and turned the control onto high. She giggled when, in spite of myself, I became almost erect. I felt myself blush because just then Carlos came down the cellar stairs and stood over the chair where I was lying.
The black man sneered when he saw my erection. That's all there is to him," he laughed. My humiliation deepened, but I'd learned my lesson. I wasn't about to antagonize Carlos any further, especially not as helpless and exposed as I was. I couldn't believe what was happening to me, nor could I stop it. The vibrator attached to my cock was having its predictable effect. I strained against the plastic ties binding my wrists and ankles.
It was no use resisting. I gasped as my cock spurted onto my belly. I had no idea what they were talking about, but my mind was still cloudy, not just from the beating I'd taken, but now also from the vibrator, which continued to buzz away, and had already begun to revive my spent cock. The black man squatted down on one side of the lounge chair and my wife on the other side. While Kelli held my balls up in her soft palm, Carlos slipped a small leather noose over the sac, right at the base of my cock shaft.
Was this some sort of kinky sex game? Were they going to try to prevent me from cumming? Between the vibrator and Kelli's hand, but also the black man's manipulation with the leather noose, I was half-erect. He had pulled the leather lasso closed so tightly that it already looked like my balls were detached from my body. They looked like a couple of bright pink plums ready to burst.
I was panicking, and not even trying to control it this time. While you can. Before they turned off the light and left me there, my wife and her lover stood by the side of the chair where I lay and looked down at my quivering, bound body. Unbelievably, I was shivering to another orgasm, but this one much weaker than the first, and with hardly any expulsion of cum.
My tied off balls were already aching. I saw a wicked gleam in Kelli's eyes I'd never seen before. She was looking Sissy castration story at me as she kissed her lover deep and full on the mouth, his hands exploring her ass.
It was then I knew that she wasn't the least bit regretful of what her boyfriend was doing to me. That, just the opposite, she wanted it as much, if not more, than he did. I guess I hardly need explain that it was the worst night of my life. My wife was upstairs fucking another man in our bed while I lay in the basement waiting for my balls to die. Because now I understood that's what they had planned for me.
I struggled against my bondage but it was no use. I was too weak, too exhausted, too defeated. I lay back on the lounge chair and tried Sissy castration story concentrate on the pleasurable feelings the vibrator was still milking from my cock and to ignore the fatal throbbing of the tight ligature that was strangling the life from my testicles. I came again, but so weakly it hardly resembled an orgasm at all, just a spreading tickling-itching warmth deep inside my tummy. If I spurted at all, it was little more than a few tiny clear droplets. By now, I'd even stopped crying. It was time to face the facts.
I had lost my woman to a superior male and nothing could change that. Kelli preferred Carlos and his big cock. I was expendable. The only hope I had to stay with her was to find some innocuous role in her and her new man's life. So I was relatively calm when Kelli came down to check on me sometime in the middle of the night.
I was touched that she'd thought of me.
She checked my testicles and gave me a long knowing glance. But this time it wasn't wicked, but full of tenderness and sympathy. I knew what she'd seen. The last time I dared to look between my legs I saw that my tied off scrotum had turned an alarming and unnatural muddy purple color.
She lifted my head and gave me a few sips of water. Then she explained Sissy castration story things would be from now on. She knew I still loved her and she admitted she still had tender feelings for me, too. She just didn't feel sexual to me anymore, and hadn't for a long time.
She had talked Carlos into letting me live with them but I had to know my place. I was to be, more or less, their servant, but, of course, I'd always be free to go if that's what I chose. They wouldn't keep me against my will. She didn't think I'd cause any trouble, since she doubted that I'd want everyone to know I wasn't a man anymore, but even if I did, she and Carlos would swear that I'd castrated myself in despair when I discovered she was leaving me for another man.
Then again, she added pointedly, if I made too much of a nuisance of myself, Carlos could always simply revert to his original plan, which had been to make me disappear. Kelli smiled, patted my head, and ask if she could get me anything else before she went back to bed. I asked her for a blanket.Sissy castration story
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