NOTE to Readers: This story idea is not mine, but originally came from "Coinflipper21" on MSN Group > Castrix > (I think the group no longer exists) – Chapter 1 was submitted 4 Apr 06 by “Coinflipper21” and rewritten by “Finder”, submitting the story on 26 Sep 06. “Coinflipper21” and “Finder” did an excellent job on the initial chapter and I wanted to continue the story. After talking with "Finder", I received his permission to continue work on the series. After I wrote the chapter I sent it to "Finder" for editing, which he did an excellent job at, even adding a little to the chapter to make it better. With thanks to "Coinflipper21" and "Finder", enjoy Chapter 3 of “Cock-Gambling in Vegas” - Gizz Mann

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In the morning we began loading our things into the vehicles and the trailer I had used to transport my wicked little creation from our home in Lone Pine, California. After breakfast, I asked Steve to help me load our new friend into the trailer. (Some people might find it strange that we would refer to a piece of equipment, designed and built for the sole purpose of slicing off a man's masculinity, as "our friend", but it’s an indication of our complicated emotional and sexual relationship to the apparatus).

As we were taking it out (wrapped in a sheet to avoid alarm and rumor-mongering among our gossipy neighbors), Steve said “Man, you must have spent a lot of time working on her. This wood is so smooth you could fuck it. What possessed you to build it?”

I gave Steve the short version of a long story. I explained that, a few years back, I started developing an interest in some kinds of extreme-fetish porn. One day I came across an Internet site devoted to castration and penectomy, including fantasy stories focused on those topics. The stories were sometimes shocking but irresistably compelling, including a few describing “Special Purpose” guillotines that became the source of countless masturbation sessions. Of course, I didn't tell Sandra about my new-found fantasy interests - feeling certain such topics would be too "far out" even for her, a fairly open-minded woman on the subject of sex.

Over the next few months I searched the Internet for any information I could find on the topic, feeding my kink. I even found pictures of men strapped to guillotines, erect and waiting for the blade to drop, or an instant after the slice, the severed penis tumbling into the bowl beneath. Even though the end results were obviously edited with photo software, it was still a huge turn-on.

One day I came home from a business trip and discovered, on the table next to our computer, print-outs of some stories I thought I had hidden pretty well on the hard drive. A Post-it note on the monitor screen - in Sandra's handwriting - said “Let’s talk tonight when I get home from work.”

Looking through the emasculation-castration stories Sandra had printed out - and obviously read - my heart leaped into my throat and my hands started shaking.

"Hoo boy, am I screwed!" I thought. She must have thought I was crazy, deeply perverted, for reading this material, never mind secretly stashing the stories on our computer's hard drive. Frantically thinking through dozens of improbable stories to explain how such material ended up in our computer, I made a gourmet dinner and chilled some wine, hoping to put the best face on what I was sure would be a disastrous evening. I had to make it up to her somehow, right? I was desperate to convince her that she had married a somewhat normal male.

When she got home she acted perfectly normal, thanked me for cooking dinner, and went right to the bedroom saying she wanted to change before we ate.

"We can talk over dinner," she said, in a completely neutral tone of voice. This racheted up my anxiety even higher; I was prepared for the worst, up to and including a request for divorce.

When Sandra came down, she sat at the table and looked me straight in the eye.

“So, someone wants their penis cut off?” I nearly choked on the wine I had just sipped, started to babble a reply, but she put one finger on my lips and shushed me. I was visibly sweating by this point.

“While you were away on business I had a problem with the computer. I asked my sister Amanda to come over and help me fix it. She was making some changes to the hard drive when she found your not-so-well-hidden folder and opened one of the files. After reading part of it, she came over and showed me what she found. We spent part of the afternoon reading those stories - not quite believing what we were reading!

"Amanda asked me if I had downloaded them - of course, I denied it. When she figured out the only person who could have downloaded them was you, the look on her face was priceless. She couldn’t believe a man would get pleasure from reading stories about chopping off penises, which - if anybody actually acted on that fantasy - would result in a lifetime of sexual frustration - the end of pleasure. She asked if she should delete them. I said 'No, but show me how to find them'. She showed me where you hid them and then said 'Uh oh, one way or another, your little hubby is in trouble' and we both about died laughing.

"I spent the last 4 days giving my pussy such a workout reading your stories. Hell, we ought to buy stock in Energizer right now.”

I guess my surprise and shock showed on my face. Sandra laughed, gently, leaned over and kissed my cheek.

"Sweetheart, you shouldn't be so surprised! Don't you remember the morning the Lorena Bobbitt story broke, how I read you that story from the newspaper over breakfast? - that made me so hot! I spent the next month scouting the newstands looking for more stories and interviews with Lorena and her creepy husband - who got what he deserved, by the way!"

"And ... I couldn't help noticing when we '69', you do your best-ever pussy licking when your cock is in my mouth - especially when I put my teeth into the act. It seems like the harder I bite, the better you lick, and the more earth-shaking my orgasms. Sometimes you worked my clit so well I was afraid I'd clamp my jaws shut and bite it right off!

"I know," I admitted, blushing. "I love the idea of you cumming so hard, with my cock between your teeth, that you're completely out of control and we both know you could bite right through it ..."

"Well, dear ... is this something you really want, or is it just a fantasy?"

"Well, it's a fantasy, for now," I assured her. "But I'm kind of embarrassed your sister knows all about my ... um... special interests." Sandra assured me Amanda would keep my secret - on the condition that, if it ever happened, I had to show her the end result.

Sandra asked if I masturbated while reading these stories. I told her truthfully that I had a lot of intense orgasms while reading them. Over dinner and another glass of wine, she asked a lot more questions, exploring my perverse attraction to male genital destruction. I didn't hold anything back. Actually I found that talking about it with her - finally - was a great relief, and relentlessly erotic.

A few minutes later we retired to the living room. She left the room for a minute, then reappeared with a towel in one hand and a stack of printed pages in the other.

"Take your clothes off - all of them!" she ordered, abruptly. Not knowing how much trouble I was still in (although I suspected divorce was no longer in the cards) I did exactly as she said. In a few seconds I was naked, feeling extremely exposed and vulnerable. She handed me the printouts, which I recognized immediately as the collection of stories she had printed out. She sat in the armchair in front of me.

"Pick your favorite story and read it to me. And no - don't sit down. Stand right there and read it."

"I'm sure you've read it already," I objected, lamely. She looked at me impatiently, arms crossed across her chest.

"That's not the point. Just read me the story - with feeling!"

Haltingly, I started reading the story. I chose one about a husband who asks his wife to take him to a special museum in England he heard about. For a price, the museum proprieters provide a unique service - involving a medieval cock guillotine. The wife makes all the arrangements, and two weeks later he finds himself strapped to the device, hugely erect, while his wife yanks the lever.

My voice was a little shaky at first. I glanced up at her several times, seeing a hint of a smile as the story progressed, and realized she wasn't looking at my face - all her attention was focused below my waist.

Reading aloud, I started to relax a little. The erotic content of the story - plus knowing she was looking directly at my cock - had the expected effect. I felt a rush of heat flooding into my genitals. Without looking, I knew my cock was expanding, hanging longer and heavier, and then starting to rise - and she was closely watching every second of my erection. The intense arousal was distracting, but I kept reading. By the time the obsessed writer's doomed cock was under the guillotine blade, my own penis was at full erection, above horizontal and feeling like it was about to explode. Knowing she was looking at it while listening to the penis guillotine story only seemed to make me harder. A drop of pre-cum hung from the tip, threatening to fall to the rug.

The climax of the story approached and we both knew the ending: my voice was a little shaky with arousal as one hugely erect member launched a spurt of cum, the steel blade dropped, a severed penis abruptly fell to the floor, semen and blood spewed simultaneously ... I felt I was on the verge of cumming myself. I dropped the pages and looked down at Sandra.

"You did that well," she informed me, looking up at my face for the first time in several minutes. I was relieved to see she was still smiling. "I wanted to verify that you find penis amputation to be truly erotic. I don't understand it, but I believe it now. A man's erection is an honest indicator."

She got up and quickly spread the towel out in front of me.

"On your knees, facing the towel," she ordered. I knelt down, confused but desperate for sexual relief. She sat down again and studied my face carefully, then looked at my rigid, straining penis again.

"Jerk off now."

I gratefully began stroking myself, fast and hard, almost oblivious now to the fact that she was watching.

What I wasn’t ready for was the warning that came next from her lips: “You better be careful big boy, or you just might find yourself strapped to a cock guillotine some day, with my hand on the lever and your penis under the blade - and a sly grin on my face.” That did it, and I erupted with force. I was holding my cock up at an angle and the first spurt cleared the far end of the towel, hitting the rug near her feet. I continued spewing semen, white drops covering the length of the the towel.

"Wow! That's pretty good, fella," she offered. "I think my 'guillotine' threat gave you an extra 2 feet of distance!"

That's how it started. Over the subsequent two years we included various play scenarios into our sex games, reading stories together and getting more and more aroused until passion took over and we fucked like animals. On numerous nights, in a modified '69' position, she held a knife to my cock or balls, threatening to cut them off right then and there if I didn’t use my lips and tongue to bring her to an earth-shaking orgasm.

Whenever Sandra's sister Amanda visits, she always gives me a playful squeeze to the crotch and says “Just checking to see if it's still there.” Once my wife made me drop my pants to prove I still had a penis attached.

“You better be real good at eating pussy" Amanda commented, looking closely at it. "Once your cock is cut off, my evil big sister will have to find another man when she needs a good fucking - but maybe she won’t, if you give good head.” Sandra and her sister burst out laughing as my face turned red, and they both watched my erection growing before I stuffed it awkwardly back into my pants.

About six months ago during a playful evening, Sandra asked me to build the object of penile destruction for some more serious play. Of course, she insisted I build some safety features into it, for good measure - so we could use it over and over again.

What we brought to Vegas is actually the second version. I wasn’t happy with the craftsmanship on the first, and took my time on the second one, pretty much turning the garage into a full blown woodshop. It took two weeks to find the perfect pieces of American black walnut for the frame. I spent at least four hours a night working on the wood, sanding it by hand to ensure every surface was smooth as a baby’s bottom.

A company in Pittsburgh made the blade. When it arrived it wasn’t very sharp, so I built a jig and used a whetstone to sharpen it to an edge that would make a samurai jealous. I still have the jig, and made sure the edge was sharp before the Vegas gamble. We want a clean cut, right?

Sandra and I did a couple of dry runs at home, without the key in play. She even invited her sister over to watch once, which to my embarrassment made me cum really fast.

Steve absorbed every detail of my account and had to laugh about my predicament with Amanda.

“Marcia has really thrown herself into the game", he acknowledged. "Between Sandra, Jana, and your wife, I think we have one hell of an evil triad. Have you two had fantasies like this before?”

“I can’t say we ever took it this far" I admitted.

Steve recounted his and Marcia's erotic journey. “We've done some cock-and-ball torture, at my request. It's something I always found intensely erotic, and I eased her into it after we were married a few years. Her first reaction was ‘You want me to do what?’ but she's pretty good at it now - she likes being in charge sometimes.”

“I'll tell you what,” I said. “Your little wife surprised the hell out of me with that outfit last night. Let’s just say that black patent leather on pale skin like hers could give a dead man an erection.”

We should pause here so I can describe Marcia for you. At twenty-eight, she's one of the younger women in the group. Standing about five-foot-six, her one-hundred-twenty pound body makes her look petite, but the way she carries herself makes her look much taller. Her pale skin makes goth chicks jealous and the faintest hint of make-up is enough to accentuate every feature on her beautiful face, especially her high cheek bones. Her straight, dark-black hair comes down to her shoulders and does nothing to subdue her flashing green eyes - so bright you'd think they glow in the dark.

Her breasts are large, perhaps a full D-cup, and her large dark nipples often show through lighter shirts without the help of a dark color bra. She has all the curves in the right places, her defined hips forming a perfect grip for doggie style sex, and a plump ass one could refer to as booty. Between the folds of her pussy lies one well-defined clit that gets very large when she is excited and, like Sandra, she prefers to leave only a thin strip of pubic hair above her pussy, just enough to tickle the nose.

“You haven’t seen anything yet,” Steve said. “Wait till you see her in a silk corset, tied so tight that she can only breathe with half of her lungs. When you see that, you're going to rip your pants."

We finished loading and waited for the women to meet us at the vehicles.

"Those stories that you've been reading - where can I find them?" asked Steve. "I think Marcia will reward me if I show her a few.” I told him I would email him the URL for EA and other sites when we got home.

The girls arrived. We split up into four cars and headed for home. Steve and Evan traveled with me, while Tom took Wayne and Allen in his car. On the way, we talked about what demands we would bring to the upcoming "negotiations", using speakerphone to communicate with the guys in Tom’s car. We were certain the ladies were doing something similar.

After a few hours on the road we finally arrived at my house. Sandra ordered Steve and me to take the "toy" into the house and put it in the dining room as a backdrop for negotiations.

"Man, she is an evil woman," I laughed to myself.

The ladies took care of prepping dinner while the guys headed to the entertainment room to watch a game on the projection screen. We brainstormed, trying to think of any last-minute items to bring to the negotiation table, but we had covered the opportunities thoroughly in the car and didn’t come up with anything new.

As we sat down to dinner, Sandra resumed her role as master of ceremonies, as had become her custom for all matters pertaining to our new and unique style of gambling.

“OK, while we're eating, we'll alternate between men and women bringing proposals for consideration as updates to the rules of our game. Let’s get all the proposals on the table now. We'll break after dinner to discuss within our gender groups, then we'll come back and approve, decline, or negotiate compromise. You men are the ones taking the big risk, so you can begin.”

I started with the list Steve had scribed while we brainstormed ideas during the trip home.

“First item: We propose to make two roulette wheels that each male participant spins at the beginning of the evening, prior to his appointment with the cock guillotine. One wheel has the names of all the women in the group, and the other has different means for bringing a man to orgasm - intercourse, anal, and oral.

"The 'winning' woman makes him cum by the specified method just before his wife turns the key and pulls the 'lever of doom'. Oh - and, once a woman is selected by the wheel, her name is covered so she can't be chosen twice in one session.”

The women looked at each other and a short, inaudible conversation passed between them. No objections, apparently.

It was the women's turn, so Jana advanced their proposal.

“After one of the men falls victim to the Peter Eater,” she giggled, “it will be the responsibility of the other men in the group to ensure the victim’s wife is satisfied whenever she requests regular intercourse. The victim will still be required to perform oral duties on his wife when requested, even if she has just finished intercourse. The wives agree that jealousy won't get in the way of services needed rendering.”

The last part about 'oral duties after intercourse' may not have gone over well with the men. Then

Steve stood up.

“If we continue past the first round, the woman or women whose names remains on the wheel - after the prospective victims have spun - will be tied up and spanked, whipped, and used as play toys. No man may orgasm for at least 24 hours prior to inserting his cock for judgment into the guillotine, with the exception of past victims, who may orgasm by means of Sandra’s ... um...electric therapy tool.”

I saw a flush rise in a few of the women’s cheeks. Apparently Sandra and I - along with Marcia and Steve - weren’t the only ones to try a little BDSM.

Rita spoke up next.

“Everyone involved in the gamble must be present for a session. If one couple can't make a session, it will be postponed for a week. Repeated absence will result in the offending victim being strapped to the guillotine without the safety key, and the blade positioned at mid-shaft over his penis. You see gentleman, missing a few sessions will not save your cock but ensure a losing gamble with at least half of it gone.“

Marcia looked at Steve with a wicked smile.

“Well honey, if you really want to see the blade come down, all we have to do is miss two sessions.” There was nervous laughter all around. Marcia was just as wicked as Sandra. I thought about what Steve had told me about their CBT play and suppressed a shudder, thinking about my balls being squeezed in her hands.

Next, Allen took the floor.

“Any past victim’s wife will be considered ‘Property’ of the men and must meet any sexual demand requested by any of the current gamblers between sessions. She will wear a leather collar at all times during group parties. Reasonable exceptions will be honored, like asking you to give the requester head while you're out of state.”

I caught Jana looking at me. If Allen was the first to lose it, I was going to have a blast fucking her. I've always wanted to have sex with her, but - other than a little oral action - we never messed with each other’s wives.

Sandra was next.

“Sessions will be held once a week on Friday nights at my house in the entertainment room. We've gotten together just about every Friday night for the past few months, so scheduling conflicts should be minimal. Dinner will be at six and any form of dress is acceptable. Hell, come to the door naked if you want! Our closest neighbor is half a mile away. We have six bedrooms and you can set yours up anyway you want while the game is in play.”

Tom brought his suggestion.

“All women must remain properly groomed throughout the session. Pubic hair will be shaved and women must be agree to submit to an inspection at the request of another member, male or female. I know it’s not much of a stretch since all of you have very little to speak of, but it must be clean-shaven. Penalty for failure will be a public shaving and twenty lashes while tied to the St Andrews Cross that Bob is going to build.”

Sandra looked at me and I nodded. I noticed the subtle cues of her arousal - a little squirm on her seat - and wondered if she might 'forget' to shave some day, just so she could get tied to the contraption I had promised to build one day.

Susan countered on the shaving topic: “All men must shave their pubic hair. That way, nothing will restrict our view of his final moment, and it'll also help when medical assistance is required. Inspection and punishment remains the same as for the wives.”

The guys couldn't help but focus on her use of the word "when" - not "if" - driving home the reality of what we were really gambling. One of us was going to lose his cock, and with it, the ability to have penetrative sex for the rest of his life.

Wayne started to get up to speak, but Evan cut him off.

“If we continue with additional rounds, each participating couple must pay the entry fee of one-thousand dollars, to be paid to the gambler who pays the ultimate price that round. The wives are responsible for the entry fee - basically paying for the chance to have their husband’s cock cut off.”

Evan surprised me with that one. We hadn’t really discussed that, but we did talk about future rounds. When we did, Evan seemed more nervous than the others. I always suspected he might drop out after the first round, as decreasing odds seemed to bother him more than the rest.

Marcia took that as her cue.

“All future sessions will be video taped from at least two different angles. I, for one, would love to be able to see Steve’s big moment over and over again. Master tapes will be kept at Sandra’s house and copies can be made by request. All copies must be kept under positive control and not released outside the group.”

I imagined Sandra’s sister Amanda watching my 'big moment', if it happened. I had a feeling she would cum in her panties without being touched, if she ever saw it. Perhaps we would ask for an amendment to that rule, when the time came.

Then Wayne made his point: “Odds for the gamble must be clearly stated prior to buy-in. For instance, you can’t have a buy-in and start the odds at five to one. Any changing of the initial odds will be considered breach of contract and allow for withdrawal from that round.”

The women nodded and Tonya took the opportunity to make her point.

“All potential sacrificial lambs are forbidden to orgasm for twenty-four hours prior to a session. This will be enforced with chastity belts if necessary."

She took in the doubtful looks arround the table. "Come on, boys! We want to make sure you have a nice big ejaculation when your dick is poking through the hole and you're wondering if the blade is coming down.”

I wasn’t sure the boys were going to agree to this one. The thought of being in a chastity belt for twenty-four hours was a turn-on for me, but given what we were risking, it might be rough for most guys to give up those (possibly final) twenty-four hours.

Finally, I stood up.

“At the beginning of the session, wives will draw numbers from a hat to decide the order in which keys will be picked, and the order for the men going to the guillotine - to trade one very intense orgasm for the possibility of leaving their cock on the floor. That is the last of our proposals.”

Jana spoke again.

”Previous victims of the blade must display the results during our group parties, regardless of whether the party is for gambling or not. Exceptions will be made if anyone outside our group is present at said party. This means completely naked, pubic hair shaved. If we're at Sandra’s house, clothes will not be worn inside the property at any time. The 'stubby hubbies' must remove all clothing prior to getting out of the car and may not dress until they return to their car for departure.”

Sandra stood up to resume her unofficial chairman's role again.

“The women have one more proposal: Prizes - or shall I say, 'dis-members' - left behind by the losing gambler - that’s right boys, I'm talking about your severed cocks - become property of the group and will be preserved here in a jar of formaldehyde, and put on display during any session. They may also be viewed upon request. Not only will your penis not be attached to you, but it will not even be your property.”

Jana burst out laughing. “I love this woman. She just might be the most wicked little minx that I know of.” If she only knew the half of it, I thought, and then: Wow, what if she did? The other women were sneaking glances at the men - somewhere below the belt - and giggling .

Sandra held up her hand to get their attention again.

“OK, you may adjourn to your gender groups and discuss the proposals. We will meet here in one hour and decide which ones will be approved, which will be declined, and which require concessions.”

With that said, everyone left the dining room to debate the proposed new rules.

Back in the entertainment room, the men sat down in silence, looking at each other, wondering who would be the first to object to anything. I already knew I had no objections. The proposals brought up by the women actually made me horny. Allen was the first to speak.

“Does anyone have issues with any of us guys fucking their wives? I know we made a very similar suggestion, but I want to make sure that jealousy won't rear it's ugly head among friends.”

“Well, to be quite honest," Steve responded, "it doesn’t bother me, since it really comes into play only if you lose the gamble. At that point you'll be giving the wife something her partner is no longer able to give.” Everyone seemed to nod in agreement and that point was settled.

Wayne piped up next.

“I don’t know if I can handle the second part of the proposal. I'm not sure I want to lick up another man’s cum - even if he is one of my best friends.”

Allen responded. “Let’s be honest with each other. Hell, we've seen each other offer his dick to the guillotine with the real possibility of losing it. I think that's as far from the norm as we can get, so we shouldn’t be ashamed of anything. Who here has never tasted his own cum?”

No one answered.

“Well I, for one, have tasted my own numerous times. Jana likes me to eat her out after sex, so I have gotten used to it. I figure if I can eat my own, it can’t be a huge step to eat another man’s. Guys, don’t get me wrong. I am not gay, nor do I consider such an act gay.”

I couldn’t help myself.

“Damn that sounds hot.”

Allen grinned at me.

“You have no idea 'til you try it.”

I think everyone had a hard on now, and Allen’s comment about not being gay seemed to calm everyone down.

“Does everyone agree to proposal one?” I asked.

The guys nodded their assent, unanimously.

I suggested we include an amendment to the rule about past victims being nude at all group parties: “I think the victim’s wife should also be completely nude with the exception of her collar.”

The other guys thought that was a great suggestion.

After a minute or two, I asked if anyone had problems with any of the other proposals. Tom said he wasn’t sure he could agree to no orgasms for twenty-four hours before the session.

“Man I jerk off a lot, most days twice or more. I don’t know if I can go twenty-four hours.”

Looking at the faces of the other men, I had a feeling that Tom wasn't the only one who might have trouble not spurting his load before the gamble. I stood up and paced the room.

"Actually, I agree with the rule. A twenty-four hour no-cum rule will produce one hell of an intense orgasm. I'm actually planning to wear the chastity belt so that I can’t cheat my way through the rule with a quick stop in the shower.”

Next, Steve reluctantly agreed to wear the cage as well, and the other husbands followed his lead. Tom finally gave in: “Well, fuck it, but I am definitely going to need the chastity belt. There's no way I can hold off without some equipment help!”

As the hour wound to a close, we headed upstairs and the ladies joined us shortly thereafter. Sandra spoke first.

“The women decided to accept all your proposals, with the following concessions or amendments: in the spirit of the gambling game, we want to add two items to your second lottery wheel: hand job, and ruined orgasm. In case you're wondering what a ruined orgasm is - the woman brings you to the brink of orgasm but instead of finishing you off and letting you spurt, she stops at the last moment and lets it dribble out. To be fair, this section of the wheel will be smaller than the others.”

Wouldn’t that be something? I thought to myself. On a man's last opportunity to spray his seed, frustrated by a ruined orgasm, and then the chance his dribbling cock gets chopped off. I actually felt my cock twitch when she described it (there must be something wrong with me!)

Sandra continued “As part of being property, any past victim’s wife will have her nipples and clit pierced, as well as a small tattoo of a guillotine done above her pussy. We recommend the same tattoo for the men above their severed penis. Those are our terms.”

The husbands huddled together and discussed the amendments. They seemed to like them as much as I did. I knew then that I really had some great and unique friends. I took the floor to state the mens' additional request.

“We have one amendment: As any previous victims must be nude at any group party, so must the victim’s wife be fully nude, with the exception of her collar. She will be used as a toy and may not refuse any service requested.”

The wives talked it over and agreed to it.

Negotiations were complete.

“The men agree to all your terms as stated, including your amendments, with no exceptions,” I said.

Tonya gasped.

“All of them? Really? Even the twenty-four hour restriction on orgasms? Tom, there's no way you can pull that off! I know how much you like to jack off.”

The girls all giggled at that.

“Yes,” I said. “In fact, we all agreed to wear chastity belts during that period to ensure we don't cheat, and save what could be our final orgasm for you ladies. We do ask for a little clemency on being completely smooth, as we will have to shave twenty-four hours in advance, at least until we work out a way to be smooth.”

Susan said they could live with that. The ladies looked about ready to burst into a cheer, and had a very satisfied look on their faces.

Jana asked “What if we decide to tease the hell out of you during your chastity period?”

I said we wouldn't object, but reserved the right to amend that at a future date if necessary. Finally Sandra stood up.

“Well, all terms have been accepted and are now in force. I think we ladies got the better part of the deal, by the way.”

“Of course you did, baby," I responded. After all the cock-gambling negotiations, I was desparately horny. My erection was obvious. "Don’t you know? We want to make sure you have as good a time as we do with our gamble. Now, get over here on your knees and put my cock in your mouth. Don’t suck it, just kneel between my legs with my dick between those sweet lips for the next 15 minutes while I enjoy looking down at you.”

She looked at me with a startled expression for a moment, before she realized the new rules had just taken effect.

As she walked over to me, she said “Ladies, I think we have a lunch date on Thursday, so we can go pick up chastity belts for our horny-ass husbands.”

And then she sank to her knees, pulled out my swollen erection and enveloped it in her mouth. The ladies laughed, but it was short-lived as each husband now took whatever liberty he desired with his wife. For the moment, six hard cocks were happy, oblivious to their next date with destiny and the penis guillotine.