Kyla and Matt IV - The Chateau

My first thought when I woke up that morning was, "This is it. This is the day I lose my penis."

I reached down and gave my penis a few friendly strokes, then I rolled over and dropped it against Kyla's naked bottom. What would this Chateau be like? Would it be filled with beautiful women, all ready to please me in my last few hours?

A soft knock came at the door. I groaned and didn't move. It repeated, more insistently this time. Kyla awoke from a dead sleep, sitting up sharply.

"Where are we, is it time to go?"

"We're in France, honey, to make my dream come true."

"Oh right..." she lay back sleepily, groping for my partially swollen penis, "Gonna take it off today, right?"

I pulsed harder in her hand, thinking this would be one of the last times I would feel this sensation, and said, "That's right."

The knock came a third time, still soft but insistent. Kyla leaped up from the bed, pulling on a robe (despite the fact that we'd all seen each other naked the night before?)

Kyla called out, "Come in!" and Mialee entered the room, fully dressed and looking as proper and sexy as any young professional.

"So sorry to bother you, we must go to pick up Andre, the Madame's other client. Will you come?"

"Yes, yes..." I muttered, climbing out of bed to get dressed.

It didn't take us long to gather our stuff and get out the door. We had hardly unpacked, knowing we wouldn't be staying there for more than a night. The taxi took us to a train station, where Kyla and I decided to wait in the taxi while Mialee met the other "client."

"So, I've got a question for you," Kyla said, while we were waiting, "Obviously we're going to want to get you pretty aroused before we cut it off. It'll be so much more erotic if you're turned on and hard.

"The question is, what do you want for your last orgasm? Do you want one last orgasm in the guillotine, right before we cut it off? Or do you want your last orgasm to come before? Once you're in the machine, you'll be doomed to having it chopped off right at the height of passion, before you can cum."

"Oh god," I rolled my head back, delighted, "you are pure hot! Ummm... let's see..." I looked sideways at her and said, "You know... that last orgasm I had last night, inside you, right before we fell asleep... that was pretty good. I'm not sure I could do better."

Her eyes widened; she looked touched. She said, "Well, you should be careful what you say. I might start to think you were in love with me."

She slid closer to me on the back seat, and we spent the next few minutes making out like teenagers before Mialee returned to the car with a young french man.

Kyla pulled away flushed and said, "Hi!"

The young man said, "Hello, my name is Andre."

He was a tall man with an athletic build, but when he waved to us and said hello, his face opened up in a friendly smile. He swung himself into the back seat next to us, clutching a bag to his chest.

It wasn't long before we got to talking about why we were both there.

"So, what's your reason for doing it?" Kyla asked.

"It is my desire," Andre said, "It hangs down, so it must go. I have pleasure many times imagining this day."

"Sounds like you," Kyla said, winking at me.

We couldn't have deep discussions, due to the language barrier, but we both took a liking to the young man over the course of the several hour ride. When we finally arrived, Kyla took me aside as Andre was already moving away and asked, "Matt... what would you think if I fucked Andre before his goes off?"

"Well, you've certainly let me have my fun, I can't really deny you, can I? Besides, he's kinda cute. Have fun!"

Mialee called to us, "Come quickly, if you want to see Andre go through his penectomy."

"Already?" I asked.

"Andre only could afford 10 minutes with the Madame. You must hurry, or you will miss it!"

She hurried up the long driveway ahead of us. We were somewhere in the french countryside, I had no idea where. I only had time to catch a glimpse of the magnificent countryside before we were rushed into the massive, white mansion.

"Ten minutes," Kyla was muttering, "Look Matt, I know it's none of our business, but what if we helped him out a bit? We could afford paying for him to get up to a full hour, at least, right? I mean, we've got a full week here!"

I nodded thoughtfully, then said, "Sure, why not? He seems like a nice kid, let's give him a chance to enjoy himself. Mialee!"

I explained things to the asian girl, and she rushed off to go inform the Madame. We were left for a moment alone in a cavernous foyer. Shortly, a tall, Scandinavian girl entered the room, wearing a maids outfit out of a porno film. Her large breasts were pushed up, the pink tips of the areolas just peeking above the white ruffles of her outfit.

She gave us a stunning smile and welcomed us to the Chateau, but there was no time to talk. She guided us deeper into the mansion, down some stairs, and finally into what appeared to be a visitor's gallery over a richly appointed orgy-room. The room below us was entirely filled with mattresses, pillows and blankets in various configurations.

"Oooh... exciting, we get to watch!" Kyla cooed, her hand already reaching to stroke my inner thigh. Sitting in darkness where we were, there was no danger of being seen.

Soon, the room below us began filling with girls. Girls of all shapes and sizes, all colors, but mostly white. They were mostly undressed, but many of them had something skimpy on, things which revealed more than they covered.

"Don't mind me..." Kyla whispered, then she slipped away from me and stepped brazenly down out of the observers gallery to join the other women, shedding clothes along the way.

Before long, Andre came in, naked, led by two women. He had a prodigious penis. It hung down well past his balls, without being fully erect. Kyla went up to meet him, also nude. I couldn't hear their words clearly, but he first looked confused, then grinned happily. He peered into the dark observer's lounge, but must not have been able to find me in the darkness. Kyla bowed, in a misguided attempt to be culturally appropriate, and I had to laugh. Then she found a plush chaise lounge to lay back on, and spread her legs for him.

He took his time, working his way up her body. He was a skilled lover; he brought her to a writhing state of desire before he finally entered her. Her gasps were obvious even from here. The other women gathered around, touching both of them.

During their sex play, another figure entered: a tall, raven-haired woman in a corset that highlighted her curvaceous figure. She watched, majestic, while my wife and the doomed man reached what appeared to be simultaneous orgasm together.

Andre lifted himself off Kyla, who rushed back to me, still naked. Andre stood up, and walked toward the mistress. His penis bobbed as he walked. When he approached her, he held it up to her as though offering. She gestured toward another couch, and he lay down.

"How was it?" I whispered to Kyla.

"Ooh," she cooed, "Delicious. His penis is so long! I could barely fit it inside me!"

"Not for much longer." I gestured toward the center of the room, where a sexy girl in a nurse's outfit was holding up a tray to Andre, on which an array of large, sharp knives gleamed. The raven-haired mistress knelt between his legs, cooly masturbating his penis with long, even strokes of her gloved hands while he picked out the knife that would take his sex.

"Does that turn you on?" Kyla whispered, deftly pulling out my own penis.

I nodded and said, "You were just fucking him! And now it's about to be gone!"

"You're next..." Kyla whispered, timing her strokes to match the strokes of the mistress. My heart palpitated as Kyla touched me. The mistress raised the gleaming knife that Andre had chosen, still stroking his prodigious member with her other hand.

All the other women moved toward them, their crawling undulating bodies a menagerie of female flesh. They descended on him, biting, touching, licking, caressing his face and hands and arms with all parts of their own bodies. Many took turns sucking on his cock. At least one straddled him, sliding her pussy juice across his belly. When she angled her butt backward, the mistress angled Andre's cock into it, and the girl fucked him easily for a few minutes. When she was done, another took her place.

The moments lasted forever, but the hour ended all-too-soon. A petite, latina girl pulled off his cock, leaving it wet and hard, and the mistress gestured all the other girls away, taking it in both her gloved hands.

"Jesus, it's so long it's unfair!" I said.

Kyla pulled up from where she was going down on me, releasing my penis with a *popping* sound.

"She's about to do it!" Kyla exclaimed, her voice tight with excitement. She stroked me hard, almost absentmindedly, leaning forward in her seat to watch.

The mistress leaned slowly in toward Andre with a predatory smile. He was so fully erect he looked like he might cum at any second. She licked up his balls, up along the base of his cock, licked the tip, then took it in her mouth. She had a flat metal rod in her left hand, a guide for the knife. This she placed against his groin, holding his hips firmly and setting the level where the knife would strike--all the way at the base.

She took several inches of it's length into her mouth and bit down hard, pulling back to stretch his flesh taught between her hand and mouth. At the same time, she pressed down hard on his hips, pulling his member taught. Andre gasped, looking down at his distended cock.

Andre cried out. With one swift, sure stroke, the mistress brought her knife hard across the line of his penis, severing his pleasure permanently.

I closed my eyes and came. I hadn't meant to, but what I just saw, combined with Kyla's firm stroking, put me over the edge. My insides were all clenching as my hot seed spilled over Kyla's fingers. I could hear her giggling, but in my mind's eye all I could see was that flash of silver. In a moment, it would be me. Was this my last orgasm? The last time I would feel Kyla's fingers with it?

When I opened my eyes again, several girls in nurses uniforms were surrounding the prone, convulsing Andre, attending to his genital region.

"I want to do it now, Kyla," I said to her, feeling queasy, "I can't wait any longer."

"You don't need to rush, you know," she said, licking my cum off her fingers, "we've got a week here to enjoy it."

"I know," I said, "But I can't wait that long. I have to cut it off now, before I change my mind."

Kyla looked at me quizzically, then nodded and said, "Alright. I'll go make the arrangements."

She finished licking up the last of my cum from her fingers, then gave my penis one long suck to get the cum off it. She pulled on pants, not bothering with underwear or a top, and went out in search of someone to talk to. Despite everything else going on, I couldn't help but admire the way her well-sized breasts swayed as she walked off.

Not long after, a nude girl came to get me, saying, "You must be Matt? Come on, let's get you somewhere more comfortable."

She had an accent straight from California, and when we emerged into the light, I saw it was the Latina girl who had been the last to fuck Andre. Once I got a closer look at her, she was actually very attractive, with bright eyes, a cute body, and a ready smile.

"You're a long way from home, aren't you?"

She laughed, "Yeah, I guess so. I'm the only american girl here."

"So what brought you here?"

"Well, it was just a job for me, at first. I made a name for myself as one of the highest class hookers in Los Angeles, and I guess I was talent scouted. One of Madame's agents approached me with this position.

"I didn't know what it was, at first, but when I saw the numbers, I was like, 'whoa!' I had to take it."

"So what did you think when you found out, you know... what this is about?"

"You mean men coming here to give up their penises? I admit I thought it was wierd at first, but it's grown on me. It's pretty much like fucking and sucking anywhere else, but here it's especially important to do it well, because it's going to be their last. You've gotta show them more than a good time. You've got to show them the best time.

"Speaking of which," she said to me, "Anything I can help you with? I understand you're in kind of a rush to get rid of yours..."

We were in a comforable room with what looked like a massage table at the center of it. She gestured for me to get up.

"Surprise me," I said.

Another girl came in also, and the two of them gave me a full-body massage. They lit incense, and had smooth background music playing. I was surprised; I had expected something sexual. But when they rolled me over onto my back, my expectations were fulfilled.

The french assistant played with my cock and balls with both hands, licking them intermittently, until I was hard. Meanwhile, the latina girl climbed up on the massage table to straddle me. (Just like she had for Andre!) She winked at me, and while the other girl held my penis to guide it, the latina girl sank down onto my erection, enveloping it in her flesh. I moaned, too relaxed to move.

"How does it feel to be a guy's last fuck?" I asked her. I felt almost drugged. Every sensation was so overpowering.

She shrugged, "Pretty much like any fuck. I just feel sorry for the guy!" She giggled.

After she slid up and down on me for a while, I looked for the other girl, the french massage assistant, and asked, "her too?"

The Latina girl said something in French, and that girl, a petite brunette, flashed a smile with deep dimples at me and climbed up as the Latina girl climbed off. In a moment, I was buried hip deep in the massage artist, with the Latina girl playing with my balls.

It was like that that Kyla found me. She walked in, still wearing pants but no top, and quickly took in the scene. Smiling, she said, "I see you're well taken care of."

"Good service here," I mumbled, my mouth wrapped around one of the french girl's petite tits.

She came over and kissed me on the lips, then said, "Andre's all patched up and out the door. The Chateau is ours now. There's a swimming pool, tennis courts, a professional chef, even natural hot springs about a half hour hike up into the hills. Not to mention upwards of 30 women all willing to fuck and suck you to your hearts content. What would you like to do?"

"You forgot to answer the most important question: is there a penis guillotine?" I asked.

She laughed, "There is indeed. Are you ready?"

I looked down at my groin, still wrapped in tender, french girl. I groaned a little sadly and said, "Yeah."

The french masseuse hopped off, flashing me her dimples again, and helped me dismount the massage table.

I asked, "Should I get dressed?"

Kyla looked around, then said, "Why?"

I laughed, "Lead the way."

Kyla took me to a warm room, similar to the one Andre had been in but smaller, and with a big, wooden guillotine dominating the room. It had only one small hole, right at crotch level. A massive silver blade glistened threateningly almost 10 feet above that hole.

"Welcome," the Madame said. She was dressed as she had been for Andre, in nothing but a corset and latex gloves. My heart raced and my stomach clenched. This was the woman who would take my penis!

"Sit down," she added, "make yourself comfortable."

I sat down, but I couldn't be comfortable. Not in this room.

"Your lovely wife has told me all about your desires," she glanced at Kyla, who sat down next to me and took my hand, "Now we must discuss the details. I understand you want to do it today?"

I nodded and said, "Yes. I don't want to wait. But I do want to go out in style. How many of the girls here are available, sexually?"

The Madame laughed, a rich, yet somehow cold laugh that sent erotic thrills through me. She replied, "Why, all of them! Even the maids and servants are available for you. There is no male in the house except you, and every woman here is young, beautiful, and at your beck and call."

I took a deep breath, "I want to fuck all of them."

Kyla stared at me.

"Ultimate sexual experience, right?" I said sheepishly.

Kyla grinned, "You're ambitious!"

The Madame said a few words in French to a nearby girl, and she disappeared.

"Then?" Madame asked.

"Then," I turned to Kyla, "then you. Last, I want you to suck me for one hundred strokes, then fuck me for one hundred strokes, then cut it off. Just like we do in our play sessions."

Kyla nodded, "do you want me to make you cum first?"

I thought about that, then said, "I don't know. Do what you think is best. Surprise me."

"Now, if you will just sign these papers," Madame said, "I prepared them as you requested via email. This will give your wife full legal control over your penis, including right to sever it at her desire."

"You always said you wanted to give it to me," Kyla said shyly.

"You've thought about this a lot, haven't you?" I asked, putting my hand on her hair.

She nodded, "I wanted to make it good for you."

"Thank you..." I kissed her.

As I was signing the papers, girls started filing into the room. Each one wore nothing but a single cloth dangling in front of her pussy. Madame spoke to them in even tones of French, and they spread about the room, making themselves comfortable as they would.

Madame said, "Each girl will wait for you in some part of the room. They will touch themselves while they wait, to be ready for you when you come to them. You can tell you you have visited already by the white cloth in front of each girl's vagina. She will not move it until you come to penetrate her. When all the vagina's are exposed, you will have penetrated them all.

"Don't worry about protection. The blood samples your wife sent us came back clean, and I can personally vouch that every one of my girls is disease free. As for pregnancy, if the girls don't want to get pregnant, they know to take appropriate steps."

Madame took a strip of white cloth handed to her by another girl, and wrapped it about her own waist, cocking one eyebrow at me as if in a challenge.

"Insatiable!" Kyla said, slapping me on the ass, "Get to it! You've got a lot of girls to fuck!"

Despite having cum three times in the past two days, my erotic tension was palpable. I stood up, stretching, and thrust my member out, fully erect, where all the women in the room could see.

I caught a glimpse of Mialee in the crowd, so I went to her first. She smiled at me, "You ready for penectomy?"

I nodded, moving the white cloth aside. Her vagina was slender, warm and tight. I slid in slowly at first, then more easily as she lubed up. I groaned, long and slow, but then, though I was enjoying it, I moved on. There were indeed a lot of girls.

Some were younger, some were more adult. Some were thin, some were heavier. Some were tall, some were short. I penetrated each of them just the same, my penis rising closer and closer to a second orgasm of the day with each, brief fuck.

The Latina girl smiled at me when I got to her, and opened her mouth wide, gesturing for me to put it in. After that, several of the other girls wanted to suck it as well as be fucked by it before letting me move on. One of the most insistent was actually one of the oldest and least attractive. She looked like an actual maid, someone who didn't get a lot of attention. She only reluctantly let me take my penis from her mouth, and then her eyes followed it as I moved away.

At last, I looked around the room and there were no white cloths left--except Madame's. I walked up to her, but she simply stared me down, unmoving, her lips cocked in an expectant half-smile.

I hesitated, but approached by sucking on her nipples. It was like approaching a marble statue. She didn't twitch. But she was made of flesh, and her breasts were large and soft, with the big, brown nipples of a fully mature woman. I bit them gently, and flicked my tongue across them. While I suckled on them, I slid my hand beneath the white cloth, feeling for her womanly wetness. There was none. There was only smooth skin as far as my fingers could find, not even any hair.

I knelt down and pulled aside the cloth to look. Smooth and clean. At last, Madame moved. She slid her feet apart somewhat, giving me deeper access. Feeling in with my fingers, I found an opening after a moment, and it was dripping wet. But sliding the wetness up--there was nothing to slide it to. No lips, no labia or disturbance of any kind of the white, smooth skin. Not even a clit!

At last, she explained, "Yes, it's true. I have removed my own sexual organs as well. I had my own last orgasm years ago. I hardly ever have sex, but it is possible."

I caught a glimpse of Kyla masturbating out of the corner of my eye. She was staring at Madame's crotch and listening with rapt attention, her eyes wide. Judging by the movement of her hand, she was deeply turned on.

"It is easiest from behind," Madame said, and she turned around. She leaned over, placing her hands on a table and arching her buttocks for me. She spread her feet so that what was left of her vagina was clearly exposed. It looked so small, a tiny, dripping hole in a flat expanse of white skin. It was no larger than the brown, puckered asshole a few inches farther up. The sight of the twin openings aroused me to no end.

I stepped up behind the lady of the house and aligned my doomed penis with her trimmed vagina. It was difficult, almost painfully tight, but slowly I was able to squeeze myself in.

"I could almost get it cut off like this!" I said, when it was all the way in.

"You would not be the first," Madame said, and squeezed my cock. Her vagina, already tight, became almost painfully strong when she flexed. I had to bite back the urge to orgasm when she did that, but I held it in, barely.

I wasn't entirely sure I could pull out if she didn't let me. But she did. She relaxed, and I slowly withdrew.

"Since that day, not a man has entered me and kept his penis," Madame said as the head popped out of her opening. I nodded. My fate was as good as sealed.

At this point, one of the girls I had already fucked came up with a video camera, and began rolling footage on my cock. The end was beginning. I looked over at Kyla, who met my gaze, and came over to me, swaying as she walked. She knelt below me almost ceremoniously, and opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out invitingly.

Without touching myself, I moved it forward, into her mouth. From there, she took control, bobbing her head up and down my cock with vigor. My excitement mounting, I dug my fingernails into her shoulder. At another time, I scratched down across my own chest, leaving a row of red marks. I tried to keep count of the strokes, but in my pleasure I soon lost track of it. With her tongue and teeth and lips, and her taking is so far in, it was all I could do to keep from cumming.

Suddenly the Madame said, "That's one hundred."

Almost reluctantly, Kyla let me slip from her lips. I wanted to cry out, 'No! Keep going!' but instead, I watched her pull farther and farther away.

She pushed me down gently into a seat, and gestured to her right. Mialee stepped forward, carrying a small, handheld guillotine. Kyla took the guillotine, and held it in one hand while she straddled me. Placing a soft kiss on my cheek, she used the other hand to angle my penis into her cunt. She carefully counted out twenty long strokes, gazing into my eyes. Then she gently pulled off.

Madame handed me a sharpie pen and said, "Mark where you want to be cut."

When I stared at her blankly, she said, "I understand you want to leave a stump. Mark how much you want to keep, and how much to go."

Kyla kneeled down between my legs, took my erection in one hand and examined it critically. She said, "how about about there?" pointing to a spot about half an inch from the base.

I took my own penis in my left hand, holding the pen in my right. The sense of power over myself was amazing. Every bit of this wonderful sensitive flesh, past the mark, would be gone. I would keep whatever was left below it. Every nerve in my body felt on fire. I moved the marker up and down my dick, examining the possibilities.

I hovered it near the top, then drew a big X on my glistening cockhead. Marked for destruction. Even the sensation of the pen being drawn across it was delicious. But no more. I moved it down, near the bottom, and toyed with the idea of marking a circle around the rock hard base of it, as far down as I could get. But I didn't want to leave Kyla without something to play with. Finally, I moved the pen back up a bit and carefully drew a dotted line circumferencing my penis, right about at the level where my wife had pointed out.

That's it, I thought. It's done. I handed the pen back.

Madame helped Kyla carefully fit the small guillotine device over my cock, working my erection through the hole. They examined it from all angles, making sure to line up the blade with the marked line. I felt that my skin had been pulled back by pulling my penis through the lunette, so that in the end it clamped down on a spot slightly lower than I thought I had marked, but I didn't say anything.

Once it was locked into place, Kyla lifted a mechanism in one hand. She said, "When I squeeze this, it will release a spring-loaded blade, cutting off your penis. I'm about to give you what you've wanted since you first got erections, and what you've wanted from me since you first met me. At long last, I'm going to give you your penectomy."

I nodded, barely able to breathe. Pre-cum leaked from the end of my dick. Kyla smiled tenderly and asked, "Are you happy?"

I breathed, "Yes. Thank you. This is what I want."

Kyla's smile deepened, and she blushed. "This is for you..." she said. She spread my legs around the device, allowing my long, stiff rod to stick out as far as possible. I moved a pillow behind me to recline farther back, giving her still more room to work.

Kyla leaned in close to me and whispered, "After this, there'll be no more sex, blowjobs, or masturbation for you, and maybe no more orgasms at all. But you've still got eighty strokes left right now.

"When I get to one hundred, I'm going to pull the trigger. But if you can cum before then, you can have one more orgasm before it goes."

She touched my lips, kissed me full on the mouth, and then turned around to straddle me with her ass. Arching it just the way I liked, she slowly and deliberately touched my penis to the entrance of her vagina, nestling it there. I rolled my eyes back in my head, groaning slowly, savoring every last second of my rock-hard erection.

With that, she slid down on it hard, impaling herself on my body, then eased herself back up.

"Seventy nine," she said.

The first dozen or so strokes were slow like that, deliberate and careful. After that, she began to get tired, and had to do them more quickly, leaning on her knees while bouncing her ass up and down on my cock. Strokes thirty through fifteen or so were so fast I almost missed them. I felt like crying.

Two girls dressed in nurses outfits approached, one on each side, carrying medical materials. One of them prepared some sort of intimidating device. A terrible fear came over me, which only made my erection harder. I started to wonder if I could cum in time or not! Cumming quickly had never been easy for me...

The other nurse wrapped her hands in white gauze and positioned them surrounding my groin, presumably to catch my penis after it came off. When they were in position, I couldn't even see my penis any more.

My heart was racing. The last strokes were disappearing even as I thought it. I reached over the medical supplies to caress my wife's ass, enjoying the last piece of ass I would ever get. She slowed down again as she neared ten, bracing her hands on her knees and rising and sinking slowly, deliberately. The count was picked up, first by one or two of the other girls, then by the whole room.

Ten she did incredibly slowly. Nine through five had a slow but steady rythym. At the end of three she paused, my cock head barely inside her, and rotated her ass, taking my penis with her. On two she shot down hard, the whole length of my shaft, driving the metal of the guillotine into my hips and stomach.

"Cum..." she whispered. I could see her lifting the trigger device. Without missing a beat, she lifted up again, and slammed her body down the whole length of my shaft, clenching hard with her vagina.

That did it for me. I cried out and grabbed her hips and yanked them against me, despite the pain. I squirted deep inside her for the last time, shouting incoherently.

"Yes!" she cried, touching her clit, gasping while she held that position to let me fill her with my cum. Before I was finished, she slid off slowly, then down hard one more time, still gripping me tightly with her cunt.

Then she pulled the trigger device.

The sound of the spring was as much of a shock as the pain. The pain was not nearly as bad as I expected, just a flash, really, but sudden and sharp. It was the solid sounding *thud* of the blade hitting the wooden base that reverberated in my mind. The nurses leapt into action, and Kyla pulled off me, turning around to look at my crotch. She was still touching her clit absentmindedly, my cum dripping from her vagina.

A great cheer went up among all the girls present. Dazed, I grinned at them, and tried to sit up, waving. Kyla came around, beaming at me. She touched my chest and kissed me.

I did the only sensible thing. I passed out.