La Crucifems, Part 11

My recovery from the third session in Gloria's basement was swift. Again Chrissy was amazed at my ability to suffer torture, and then be hard and ready for more a few days later. She wouldn't let me serve her needs for three days, but insisted that I remain in bed and let her take care of me. She had taken a full week off work, knowing in advance that I would need her after the session. It wasn't so much the nursing I needed as it was that we needed to be constantly in each other's presence to offer assurance of our unchanged love and devotion.

Chrissy told me that she wouldn't be helping Gloria in the basement that coming Saturday night, but would instead stay home with me. I tried to convince her to go, because I knew how much she truly enjoyed her time there, inflicting pain on the men who paid to be tortured. She insisted that Gloria could handle the session on her own, and it was more important for her to be here in case I needed anything. I told her that the only thing I needed was her love, and she said that I would always have it.

As we were sitting on the couch during the afternoon of the Saturday when she would remain home, she again related the story of how Gloria had used the book of stories and drawings to test Chrissy's interest in sexual crucifixion. She told me that after that first look at the book resulted in the beginning of their lesbian affair, they were in the habit of taking it to the bedroom and using it to arouse them even more before making love.

I asked my wife where Gloria got the book, and she said, "It came from the Sisterhood's library in Joanna's house. There are hundreds of books in there, and nearly all of them are concerned with crucifixion. Gloria had looked through them when she was trying to come up with a way to see if I were interested in the subject, and she thought that particular one would do the trick. Boy, did it ever. The stories were okay, and some of them made me pretty hot, but it was the drawings that really made me wet."

I asked her if she had any favorites, and she said, "Yes. There's no question that one of the drawings turned me on lots more than the others. Gloria noticed right away that it was my favorite, and she always managed to talk about it, or turn to that page when we were in bed. It's making me wet right now, just thinking about it."

I begged her to tell me about the drawing, and she got a dreamy look in her eyes and started talking. "As I told you before, the whole book is focused on the subject of sexual crucifixion. The drawings mostly illustrate the stories, but there is one section that has just drawings. One of the topics in that section was something like 'Crucifixion in History'. Its pictures were all fantasy, and were tied to some historical event."

"We were looking through that part one night when I stayed over there, and as soon as one of the pages opened, my throat was suddenly so tight that I could barely breathe. Gloria saw my reaction, and started frigging me as fast as she could. She said, 'You like that one, don't you?' I nodded my head, because I couldn't speak. I don't know why, even now, that it affected me so deeply, but it sure as Hell did."

I begged her to tell me about the drawing, and she said, "It's pretty silly. You'll probably think I'm crazy to be turned on by something so silly."

Again I told her that nothing she could ever do would seem "silly" to me, and again asked for details about the picture.

"Well, okay lover. But don't you dare laugh at me."

I told her that I'd probably be too turned on by her description to laugh, and she said that she knew she would be, since the thing still affected her that way.

"It was titled 'On the Oregon Trail', and showed one of the old fashioned covered wagons like the pioneers used when they traveled to the Western United States. It had a long wooden tongue sticking out in front where the draft animals would be harnessed to pull the thing. In this drawing, there were no horses or oxen pulling, though."

"Standing at the end of the wagon tongue was a naked man, and he was facing the wagon. His hands were tied behind him, and his cock and balls had been nailed to the tongue. His wife and kids were sitting in the wagon, and she was using a blacksnake whip on his little things to get him to pull the wagon. He was leaning backwards and trying as hard as he could. His cock and balls were stretched about two feet as he pulled against them."

"From the first time I saw that picture, I put your face on the man, and imagined it was your cock and balls that I'd nailed to the wagon tongue. And that it was me sitting up there whipping them to make you pull me to Oregon."

As she had described the drawing, her breathing became more and more ragged, and her hand had slipped down to her pussy and was moving furiously. My own breathing was keeping pace with hers, and my cock was dripping pre-cum. Since I was not allowed to wear clothing around the house, she could see how aroused I had become.

"You liked it too, didn't you? I should have known you would, because we always seem to be on the same wavelength." She then stood, and pulled me to my feet, saying, "Come on lover. You've got to take care of me right now."

We hurried to the bedroom, and I removed her clothes in the slow way that drives her wild. As soon as we were on the bed, she grabbed my cock and said, "God, but I'd love to nail you to the wagon right now. Do you think your little wee-wee could pull me?"

I gasped with the pleasure of her touch, and said that I could move the earth with it the way I felt now. She pushed me onto my back and immediately mounted my engorged cock. She drove herself downward, and plunged the full length of it deep inside her pussy. After only a few strokes, she climaxed and ordered me to do it also. My hips bucked with the force of cumming, and I shot my stored-up cum deep inside her.

She fell forward onto her outstretched arms, and continue moving slowly on my still-hard member. We could hear the wetness of her pussy slurping, sounding for all the world like someone trying to extract a boot from mud. She laughed and said, "I think you made a mess, don't you? Are you going to clean it up or not?"

I reached down to her hips and lifted her up as she raised her own body. When she began to move forward towards my head, I urged her on with pressure from my hands. It had been too long since she'd allowed me to lick and suck my cum from her delicious pussy, and I wanted to do it as soon as possible.

She settled onto my waiting mouth, and when I began licking and sucking, she moaned in pleasure. I knew she was fantasizing about nailing me to the tongue of a wagon and then whipping my cock and balls to urge me to pull with all my strength. Within a few seconds, she came again. The force of her contractions caused my cum to spurt from her pussy, and I immediately flashed back to when Robbie's cock had been buried in my throat and he fed me his jism. Although some erotic feelings were connected with that time, I knew that nothing could compare to my own darling feeding me, and I had no desire to again have sex with a man.

It was about two weeks later that we were again sitting around talking. She again brought up the subject of a new house, saying, "I think it's time that we started getting serious about finding another place, don't you? Do you still want one with a big basement, or not?" She grinned at me, knowing the reaction that reminder would have on me.

I said, "I'm ready right now, and I'd just as soon the place were all basement. The bigger the better, since there'd be more room for your equipment." We both laughed at the images of living full-time in a torture chamber.

As before, I asked, "Even with a quarter-million in the bank, do you think we can afford to buy something that much better than this place? Real estate around here is pretty expensive."

"You don't need to worry your pretty little head about money, sweetie. You probably didn't know that we now have slightly over a million bucks to our name."

I was speechless when she said that. How in God's name could we have that much money. Surely the photos and tapes of my sessions couldn't be selling like that. I asked, "Where did all that come from?"

She replied that I already knew about the quarter-million dollars from the photos and tapes that were made in Gloria's basement during the first two sessions. "Erik and Robbie gave us $10,000 to use you in the third visit there, and we also get a percentage of the sales from that tape. At the last accounting, just that one tape has put more than $250,000 in the bank for us."

As she saw the stunned look on my face, she said, "It's hard to believe just how much some queers and lezzies will pay for jack-off material, isn't it?"

She continued. "You may not have known that all the sisters share in the profits from selling the films from the sessions at Joanna's house. She keeps 25% to pay for her overhead, 10% goes to the Sisterhood, and the remaining 65% is split evenly among the other ten members. So far, my cut has been more than $100,000, even though I joined so recently. Joanna said that most of that amount came from the sales of the tape from the special session in May."

Once again, I was curious as to why people would be willing to pay to watch a film of a man giving the sisters a gift. Hard to understand, indeed.

Chrissy then said, "The rest came from more sales of your first two sessions. Of course, what the perverts pay for being tortured at the Saturday sessions adds a fair amount also."

I had to agree that it was hard to believe how much money was to be made by selling that sort of stuff. I then asked her when she wanted to start looking for a new place. She said, "Well, first we need to decide if we want to stay in the city or not. It's convenient to work for both of us, of course. However, if you quit teaching that wouldn't be a consideration. I've promised myself that when we reach two million, I'm going to quit, even thoiugh I like my work."

"Do you remember Sonya?", she asked.

"Wasn't she the one whose husband was in first place until you measured me? And then she said, 'Shit', and everyone laughed?"

"Yes, that's the one. She bought a place in the country, about two hours from town, a year ago. It used to be a farm, and Sonya said that the reason she wanted it was because it had a beautiful barn on the property, and also that it was almost half a mile from the nearest neighbor. Catch my drift?"

I knew immediately what she meant, but pretended to be unaware of why those two things would influence Sonya to buy the place. I said, "No. It would seem pretty inconvenient to be that far out of town."

Chrissy knew that I was trying to be funny, but she went along with me. "She said that what she really liked about the barn was that it had all those wonderfully strong wooden beams and posts just everywhere inside it. She knew that it would be an ideal place to convert to a torture chamber. She and her husband have been working on it ever since, and it's now finished. She's invited us to come out Friday night for dinner, and for a tour of the place. Interested?"

My brain was working overtime, trying to imagine all the uses the beams and posts could be put to by an imaginative woman. I replied, "Yes. Will she let us see the barn?"

Chrissy laughed, saying, "Somehow, I knew that's where your main interests would be centered. She said that not only can we see it, we can use it."

I quickly agreed that it would be rude to turn down an invitation from her sister, and that we should go. She said, "I already accepted. I figured that if you wouldn't come voluntarily, I'd just tie you up and take you out there in the trunk of the car." We laughed, both at the thought of me in the trunk, and also at the thought that I would ever be reluctant to visit a torture chamber.

Since the invitation was for the following evening, I asked Chrissy it she wanted to put the cock sheath on me. Her answer pleased me very much. "No, sweetie. You're pretty well-trained now, so I can trust you to not play with yourself. I won't put it on you unless you want it."

I said that I wouldn't need it, and knew that to be the truth. It had been several weeks since I had had an orgasm without my wife's permission. She had told me at one time that the Sisterhood stressed cum training as an important part of owning a husband, and she had done a marvelous job on me in that respect. I wasn't even sure that I would be able to cum now in the absence of her hurting my cock and ordering me to cum. I certainly knew that I didn't want to shoot off in any other way.

Chrissy returned early from work on Friday, wanting to be sure to allow enough time for our preparations, as well as the two-hour drive to Sonya's new home. She let me drink her offering at the door, but said that the other could wait until later. We then hurried to the bathroom so that I could bathe her and shave her beautiful crotch. I had already bathed and shaved earlier.

She told me to wear my suit and tie for the dinner, and as I dressed, I realized how strange it seemed to be wearing such an uncomfortable thing. It had been my usual attire when teaching, but now seemed too tight and confining. It would be hard to become accustomed to the things when school started again in the fall.

As we drove toward Sonya's house and barn, I became excited just thinking about what awaited me there. I asked my wife what she had in mind for me, and she said, "I truly have no idea. Sonya said that she would plan everything, and we wouldn't have to do anything other than enjoy the evening." I had every intention of enjoying what awaited in the barn, but didn't know if my impatience would allow me to enjoy the meal.

We finally arrived at the correct address and turned up the driveway. After we had driven about a quarter-mile, we came to a nice-looking farmhouse sited in a grove of trees. I immediately looked for the barn, and saw it a couple hundred feet from the house, also surrounded by trees. Chrissy noticed my interest in the latter building, and said, "Patience, lover. You'll be out there soon enough." I knew that it couldn't be soon enough for me, but tried to control my impatience.

We were met at the door by Sonya and her husband Doug. We shook hands like any other men would when meeting for the first time, immediately sizing up each other. In this case, there was a difference though. I assumed that Sonya had told him that it was my cock that had knocked him out of the running for the New Year's Eve session, and how eager I had been for the crucifixion. We both seemed to be more interested in checking out each other's crotch than in the size of our biceps.

Sonya told us that she kept Doug as her "house slave" and that he did all the things required of a man in that position. He had prepared the dinner that would soon be served, and did all the housework and yard work. Chrissy said that although she hadn't thought of me as her house slave, I certainly met the requirements.

We sat on two couches facing one another, and Doug served before-dinner drinks. As he prepared to sit beside her to drink his martini, Sonya said, "Now that we've met one another, I don't think there's any need to continue to be so formal. How about you Chrissy?"

My wife said that seemed like a good idea, and then Sonya addressed both Doug and I, saying, "Why don't you boys slip into something more comfortable?"

Doug immediately stood up and started to remove his tie. Not knowing what to do, I turned to look at Chrissy. She slapped my face and spoke to me in a loud voice, "How dare you shame me in front of my sister? Can't you at least follow a simple request?"

I was stunned that she would react like that, and fought to order my thoughts so that I could do whatever was required to please her. When I looked again at Doug, he was removing his shirt. Then I knew what was expected of me, and stood and quickly undressed. By the time I was down to my undershorts, my cock was already becoming hard from my mistreatment and the humiliation of being treated in such a manner in front of people who were practically strangers.

When I was finally naked, Chrissy pointed at my erection and said disgustedly, "It seems as if he can't control his little thing at all. It's always in the way and always demanding attention. Sometimes I think he'd be better off without it."

Sonya smiled and said, "All the bastards are like that. I was hoping to solve Doug's problem at the year-end party, but now it looks like it'll be your chance instead."

Chrissy returned the smile, saying, "It can't come too soon for me." I wasn't sure what was meant by the conversation, but was hoping that it would involve something painful.

Doug and I were ordered to be seated again, and we finished our drinks. I couldn't help but check out his equipment, and I knew he was doing the same to me. However, it was lots easier for him, since mine was standing at attention with the arousal due to this odd situation. His cock was still soft, and was between his closely-spaced legs, so I couldn't tell much about it. I remembered hearing Gloria say at my session on the cross that my cock was larger than Doug's by a total of three inches. I was sure that I would see later that evening if that difference was in length, circumference, or both.

After we had finished the drinks, Sonya directed Doug and I to serve the meal to them in the dining room. As he stood up, I saw that the other man was clean-shaven in his crotch, as I was. His cock was swinging free, and showed no sign of erection. He led the way to the kitchen, and then told me what to do to help.

It was almost comical to consider this situation. Here were two naked men in a kitchen, discussing the details of serving dinner to their wives, who were in the dining room, and probably discussing the details of how they would torture their husbands later in the evening. I wasn't laughing, since I was embarrassed to be unclothed before this stranger, and the strangeness, plus the more mundane acts of placing dishes and food soon had reduced the size of my erection considerably.

We filled four plates with food and carried them to the already set table in the dining room. Sonya sat at the head of the table, since she was the head of this household, and Chrissy sat at the other end as the chief guest. Doug and I sat at our wives right hands, so that we could immediately fill their requests, should they make any.

The meal passed in the sort of banter that one would expect to hear at any private dinner. I had little appetite, but made an effort to eat to avoid embarrassing my wife in front of our hostess. As the last of the meal was consumed, Sonya ordered Doug and I to clear the table, and then to serve the after dinner wine.

As she sipped the wine, Sonya remarked that there was nothing like a good meal, followed by a good wine, to put her in the mood for a little torture session. Chrissy agreed, saying, "I've always thought that the sound of a man screaming in pain is the best dessert." The two women laughed agreeably, and Doug sat silently with his head hanging. I couldn't have agreed more with the sentiment, and my rapidly-stiffening penis seemed to concur.

Our hostess then asked Chrissy if she remembered the first time that she knew she was in charge of our relationship. My wife responded that it had developed very slowly, and up until the first time I had eaten her pussy during her period things had seemed pretty balanced. My face immediately began to burn as my wife casually related how she had not allowed me to stop licking her when I discovered her tampon, but instead had pushed my head back down to her cunt.

Sonya said that she had assumed control of their sex life even before their marriage. She came from a wealthy family, and when she went away to college her parents had purchased a small home for her, in order that she wouldn't have to live in a college dormitory with "common people". She knew from early on that she liked girls just as well as boys when it came to sex, and she would invite some of her classmates to stay at her home on a temporary basis. As soon as she tired of one, she'd invite another.

She met Doug when they were in a class together, and was attracted to his quiet demeanor, and the bulge that always seemed to be in his pants when he saw her. She invited him to move in with her about two weeks after they first met, and he eagerly accepted.

They had a fairly normal relationship for the first couple of months. Then, one night when they'd had a little more beer and grass than was good for them, Doug tried to get Sonya to let him screw her. She was suffering from PMS at the time, and that always put her in a bad mood. He pulled her down to the floor and tried to pull down her jeans, and, she said, "she lost it".

He was straddling her, with one of his legs between both of hers, trying to spread her enough to get both his legs in place. She screamed at him to get off, and when he wouldn't do it, she brought her knee up and smashed it into his crotch.

He fell to the floor and grabbed his balls and started crying. Sonya said that the "rush" she felt then was incredible, and she was more sexually aroused than anytime she could ever remember.

She yelled at him, "So you want sex, huh? Let's see how you like it this way, you asshole!" She then completed the removal of her jeans, followed by her panties. She straddled his face and lowered her pussy to his mouth, ordering him to "eat it, little boy".

He wouldn't do it, and that made her all the angrier. She rotated on his face, and grabbed his balls and started squeezing and jerking on them. His body went rigid with the pain, and then she felt him start to lick her. She climaxed immediately, and then ordered him to keep at it until she did it again.

When she finally released him, he started sobbing from the pain in his balls, but his cock was bigger and harder than she'd ever seen it. She asked him if he wanted to cum too, and all he said was, "Please". She wrapped her fingers around his dick and pumped it a couple of times, and he started shooting cum all over the place.

Sonya told us that from that time on, there was no question of who was the dominant one in the pair. They soon graduated from her squeezing and pinching his genitals, to her using clothespins and then needles on them. It seemed almost as though he was more aroused than before with each new step.

One evening when she came home from studying in the college library, she saw that the light was on in the bedroom. She didn't know that Doug was at home, since he was supposed to still be at his part-time job. Thinking there might be a intruder in there, she walked quietly to the window and looked through the gap between the edge of the window and the blinds.

Doug was lying on the bed, stark naked. He had a huge erection and was playing with it, meanwhile looking at a magazine. Sonya said she couldn't tell what the magazine was, but knew that it was probably pornographic.

She went around to the back door and very carefully unlocked it and went in. After taking off her shoes, she walked as quietly as she could to the bedroom. Doug was still on the bed playing with himself when she walked in and demanded to know, "Just what in Hell are you doing?"

He just about shit the bed with surprise and embarrassment, and tried to put the magazine under the bed. She grabbed it away from him and looked through it. Almost every page showed naked men being tortured by beautiful women. There were photos of men suspended by their wrists or their ankles and being whipped. Some showed men's cocks with the heads full of needles and pins, or their dicks being burned by cigarettes.

She said the page that he had been looking at showed a man standing next to a table. His cock and balls were lying on the tabletop, and had been nailed in place.

Sonya asked him if that sort of thing turned him on, and he finally admitted it. She then told him that it did her also, and that as their nightly entertainment from then on, they'd start at page one and work their way through the magazine, and she'd do to him what was being done to the men in the photos.

They ordered some of the equipment that was advertised in the magazine, and then set up their attached garage as a place to use it. The ceiling framing was exposed, and they could use the framing boards there for suspension, so about all they had to do was cover the one window. Sonya said that the most important "toy" they ordered was a ball gag. There were neighbors all around them, and she was sure they'd call the police if they heard him yelling as she worked on him.

When they graduated two years later, they were about two-thirds of the way through the magazine. She said that when they finally got married and bought a house of their own, she wanted one with a nice-size basement they could soundproof. She said that it was amazing how much hotter she got when she heard him screaming in pain for the first time.

Chrissy clapped at the conclusion of Sonya's story, and said, "That's a wonderful story." Then her face saddened slightly, and she said, "I just wish that we had started much earlier. There are so many things that I could have done to him, and now there's not much time left."

Sonya walked to my wife and stood behind her chair. She reached around Chrissy and hugged her, saying, "I'm so sorry, honey. It seems that there's never enough time for the really important things in life. Surely you knew before you joined that the Sisterhood requires sacrifices of its members, didn't you?"

Chrissy continued to look sad, and finally replied, "Yes. Joanna talked to me about the requirements for many hours before before she would let me accept the invitation to become a sister. She showed me all the tapes of the various ceremonies. I knew going in just what it would involve, so I certainly can't start feeling sorry for myself now."

She paused, and then her mood lightened before she continued, "Anyway, all sorts of things could happen in the meantime, so I guess we should just enjoy today. Right?"

Sonya hugged her tighter, and Chrissy turned to look up at her. The women leaned closer and started to kiss, and I knew then that my beloved wife seemed to have more sexual relationships than I had ever thought possible. Again, I was struck by my lack of any jealousy whatsoever. I merely enjoyed Chrissy's love for others, and knew that she found it comforting, as well as arousing.

Sonya then attempted to lighten the mood by saying, "Well, that's enough of the serious stuff. I think it's about time for a little 'playtime' in the barn, don't you? Doug and I have been working on a special surprise for you guys, and it's waiting for you out there."

As we stood up and began walking to the rear door, she said, "Dougie has been pretty jealous of your husband ever since I told him that he's now in second place because of his itty-bitty pee-pee. He's looking for a chance to get even, and so I thought that tonight's entertainment would let him try to do it."

Chrissy was excited by this, and asked, "What is it? What are you planning?" To which, the other woman replied, "It's a surprise, silly. You'll just have to wait until after the tour of the barn, and then you'll find out."

I know that my wife was very interested to know what had been planned as "entertainment", but she couldn't have been as turned on as I was at that point. Both Doug and I had erections then, but his wasn't leaking pre-cum as was mine. Of course, he already knew what was waiting for us in the barn, so maybe had a healthy dose of fear tempering his arousal.

We walked to the barn, which was a short distance behind the house. I hadn't walked naked in the outdoors since I was a child, and it was a strange feeling to have. As we walked along, my engorged penis swung from side to side, and the wetness at the tip felt cool in the night air.

Sonya directed her husband to open the door, and then she entered followed by Chrissy and me. There was a night light inside the door, and Sonya used that to locate the switches for the overhead floodlights. As soon as she switched the lights on, my heart was in my throat.

Every possible torture implement that I had ever read about or seen seemed to be arrayed in the room. The walls had been covered with cork panels, and then sprayed red. There was a drop ceiling above the massive beams that had to be a part of the original barn's structure, and it was also sprayed red. Sonya told Chrissy that the walls contained six inches of soundproofing material, and there was more than that above our heads. She said the entry door was also soundproof and there were no windows.

Chrissy was in awe. She said quietly, "This place is the answer to every woman's prayers. My God, the things that could be done to a man in here just boggle my imagination. Have you used everything in her on your husband?"

"No, not yet. We still have a ways to go. He's very stubborn, in many ways, and it takes several repetitions to get some things through his thick little head." Doug was standing quietly behind us now, and my quick glance his way showed that his penis was now beginning to show a drop of pre-cum.

Our hostess then asked Chrissy if she'd like the tour before they got down to business. My wife agreed that would be best, since otherwise she wouldn't know what choices were available. She said, "I certainly wouldn't want to use up his little thing too early, when there may be a more interesting piece of equipment in another place."

We were shown several places that Sonya called "lifters and spreaders". These consisted of beam-mounted pulleys and ropes running to electric winches fastened to the walls. "I really like these motorized winches", she said, "They save so much time, and of course this way I don't have to waste my muscles cranking a winch, but can instead save it for swinging a whip."

She showed us several posts that could be used to secure a man in inventive ways, and spread various parts of his body. Next was a wall cabinet fully stocked with every type of clamp, strap, gag, and whip that she could buy. The possibilities were truly staggering, and I could see that Chrissy was making her choices from the menu.

Next came several tables, all featuring ropes, chains, straps, rings, eyelets, and every device that could be attached to them that would render a man completely helpless and ready for the ministrations of his wife. There was a gas-fired forge mounted on the floor beside one of the tables, and metal tools of every known description hung on a rack beside it.

My brain began to be overwhelmed as I tried to imagine all the pain that could be produced in this place. Sonya's imagination was beyond compare, and I could only hope that Chrissy was making notes to follow when it came time to outfit our own torture chamber.

Both Doug and I had been completely hard for several minutes now. I began to envy him, because here for his wife's use were more implements of torture than I had ever fantasized about. Sonya then said, "Well, it looks like the boys are ready. Shall we begin?" Chrissy looked at my raging hard on, with the glistening pre-cum at the tip and smiled. "Yes, I can't wait to see your special surprise."

Sonya and her husband led us to an area of the barn where the floor had been cleared along one entire wall. Setting in the corner, at the end of the cleared area, was a large drop cloth, obviously covering something fairly large.

As Chrissy realized that her "surprise" was under the cloth, she became more excited. "Is that it? What is it?", she asked.

Sonya and Doug walked to opposite sides of the drop cloth, then leaned down and picked up their respective edges a short distance. She said, "Now close your eyes, you two, and don't you dare peek until I tell you."

We closed our eyes tightly, Chrissy giggling like a little girl, and me aroused even more by the anticipation of this strange evening.

We heard the cloth rustling, then Sonya said, "Okay, everybody, eyes open!"

We both stared at what was in front of us, almost in shock. As she finally understood the purpose of what we were seeing, Chrissy ran to Sonya and threw her arms around her friend. "Oh, Sonya! It's wonderful! It's what I've always wanted! How did you know!"

Sonya answered, "I asked Gloria about your favorite fantasy, and she said this was it. Looks like you like it."

"No! I don't like it, I love it! It's the best surprise I've ever had. Thank you so very, very much." Chrissy began to kiss her friend, and seemed oblivious that other people were there.

I was not as quick as my wife to understand the purpose of what I saw before us. Then what Sonya had just said about asking Gloria for Chrissy's favorite fantasy caused me to recall a conversation we had previously. I knew immediately the purpose of what I was seeing, and exactly how it would be used to give me pain, and to make my wife even more aroused.

Setting on the floor were two oversize child's wagons. Bolted to the tongue of each was a two-foot length of 2x4 lumber. A small table was between the two tongues, and it held two pairs of handcuffs, two hammers, and six nails. Laying in each of the wagons was a buggy whip. On the side of the wagons, I saw hand-lettered signs reading, "Oregon or Bust".

Chrissy and Sonya were unbuttoning each other's blouses while trying to maintain their kiss. As soon as those garments had been removed, they pressed their chests tightly together and began to move sensously against each other. Soon their hands dropped lower to unfasten pants, and then those also found their way to the floor.

My wife then dropped to her knees in front of Sonya and slowly peeled down her lover's panties. Doug and I watched in rapt fascination as Chrissy pressed her tongue into Sonya's slit, and began to lick. Sonya sighed deeply and spread her legs even more widely. After a few seconds, she said, "Slow down lover. We can do that after the boys are harnessed up. Okay?"

Chrissy looked up, and said, "Yes. First things first." She then stood up and Sonya leaned over to remove the only remaining piece of clothing on either of them. My rival and I were transfixed by the lovely vision before us. I had seen my wife naked for years, and Sonya that way as I licked and drank from her pussy after my session on the cross. It seemed somehow much more erotic in this setting, and I knew that Doug was as excited as I.

Sonya then directed the "studs" to stand in front of the wagons, facing them. She and Chrissy lifted the wagon tongues up to our crotches and ordered us to hold them tightly against our "little thingies". As I understood what would soon be done to us, I realized that this was the first time that I had ever been required to participate so actively in my own crucifixion.

We were then directed to hold the boards in position, and not let go. Each of the women then picked up a hammer and one nail, then held the sharpened point against the heads of our penises. They looked at each other and grinned, and Sonya asked, "Ready to nail the sons-of-bitches?" In answer, Chrissy winked and swung her hammer downward, striking the nail and driving it through the head of my cock.

Sonya began her stroke at almost the same instant, and it seemed as if Doug and I cried out with one voice. I soon controlled my reaction and became silent, and he did also. If this truly were some sort of contest between us, then I was determined to show that I was the better man, and I'm sure that he had the same intent.

The women then started to squeeze and stretch our ball sacs, and to get our nuts spread so that there would be one on each side of our securely-fastened cocks. We were again ordered to hold the boards tightly, and then our balls were securely nailed into them. The women ordered us to place our hands behind our backs, and when we had done so the handcuffs were snapped around our wrists.

Sonya moved the small table out of the way, and climbed into her wagon, crouching on her knees and holding the whip in one hand. Chrissy imitated her, then asked, "How far are we going? Surely we can't make Oregon in one night?"

Sonya laughed, and then pointed to the wall behind my back. Chrissy began to laugh, then said, "Girl, you're amazing. You've thought of everything!" She then said to me, "Honey, look behind you, at the wall down there."

I turned as well as I could, given the fact that I was wearing handcuffs and my genitals were nailed to a hunk of lumber hanging between my legs. As I turned far enough, I saw that someone had painted the word, "Oregon", on the wall. At the same time, I realized that the wall was easily fifty feet away. Surely there would be no way that a man could pull even something as small as a child's wagon for that distance, using only his cock and balls. Especially when there would be a full-grown woman going along for the ride.

I saw Doug looking at me, and I knew that he was determined to best me in this race, and prove to his wife that he was the better man, even if my penis happened to be larger than his. I made up my mind that Chrissy would be the first to "Oregon", even if my genitals were torn from my body in the attempt.

Sonya then yelled, "On your mark! Get set! Get ready! Go!" Her whip crashed down on her husband's cock, and he strained backward to start his wagon rolling. At that instant, I felt Chrissy's whip strike my right nut and heard her yell, "Pull, damn you! Use that stuff you're so proud of!" I leaned back and began tugging against the wagon, hoping that I would be able to overcome its inertia before losing my dick and nuts.

The wagon slowly moved forward, but by the time it had moved enough that I had to take a step backwards, Sonya was already beside me and rolling steadily. She continued whipping Doug, as Chrissy did me. I occurred to me that he had been the one to set up the equipment for this race, and I wondered if he had oiled the axles on his wagon, but not on mine.

There was no further time for thought, as Chrissy was by now lashing me furiously and screaming for me to go faster. I had by now established some sort of rhythm to the pulling and stepping backwards, and the wagon was moving smoothly. I glanced down at my tortured genitals, and saw that they were covered with red stripes from the whipping they were receiving. Chrissy's eyes were glazed over and her whip arm was in continuous motion. I knew from her half-open mouth and rapid breathing that she was reliving her fantasy, and it was making her hotter by the second.

I again glanced behind my back to see if I had made any progress in the race. Doug had pulled ahead of me to the point that the back of his wagon was about three feet beyond me. I redoubled my effort and pulled as hard as I could, which required me to lean backwards as far as I could without losing my footing. Fortunately the bare concrete floor was not slippery, and I could see that I had gained some distance on my rival.

When we reached the halfway point, I was still behind, but no longer by as much. Sonya was now beside me, which meant that Doug couldn't be more than four feet ahead. I applied all the force I could to make up the difference.

Chrissy was by now completely beyond reality. She screamed at me to pull harder, threatening me in every way she could imagine and applying the whip even more vigorously. My cock by now was covered by red stripes, many of which were seeping blood where the skin had been broken. I turned again to see how much farther it was to the wall, and was surprised to see that Doug and I were almost neck-and-neck, or maybe cock-and-cock in this case.

He looked at me and yelled, "You'll never beat me, damn you! Your fucking cock may be bigger, but I'm a better man!" I was saving my breath for the race, and didn't bother to reply.

Another glance over my shoulder told me that the wall was less than three feet away, and I gave one last strong pull. I then heard the thud of Doug striking the wall, and a split-second later I also crashed into it.

The board nailed between my legs continued toward the wall, forcing itself between them and pulling my genitals with it. I was glad that the end had been rounded and smoothed, something that I hadn't thought to appreciate before. The end of the board struck the wall, bring the wagon to a halt. Given the slow speed of the "race", Chrissy barely noticed the abrupt stop.

Sonya climbed out of her wagon and hugged her husband. "I knew you were better than him. You won, and now you'll get your prize." She then turned to look at Chrissy, who was still crouched in the wagon, gasping with the intensity of her arousal and still looking at my cock and balls with glazed eyes.

Sonya pulled her wagon away from the wall and told Doug to lie down on the floor. The maneuver was awkward for him because of the board and wagon tongue still fastened firmly to him, but he finally was lying prone. Sonya walked to my wagon and placed her hands under Chrissy's arms, helping her from the thing.

Chrissy's eyes were still glazed from the intensity of realizing her fantasy, and I knew she didn't know what was happening to her. I stared at her lovely face in fascination as Sonya led her to Doug, then helped lower body to his waiting mouth and tongue. I was unable to speak to protest this violation of my wife, but as I looked at her face, I realized that she was feeling so much joy from my rival's attentions that I would do nothing to stop it.

She began to rock back and forth on his tongue, and to moan faster and faster. Finally I heard that low sound from her throat that always signals her orgasm, and she froze in place and screamed her release for all the world to hear.

I was gasping with the intensity of my own arousal, which had increased many times as I watched my wife cum on another man's tongue. My cock and balls were throbbing, and I could see that blood was still seeping from the many small cuts given me by the whip.

I had slumped to the floor because of the exertions of the race and the pain in my genitals, when I heard Sonya say to Chrissy that it was time for her to give me my second-place award. I looked up in time to see her smile and her friend, then say, "Yes, he's been waiting for it all day."

She then stood up from Doug's face, and walked around the wagons toward me. She assisted me in lying prone on the floor beside the other man, and then she straddled my head. "Ready for your dessert, sweetheart?"

I expected her to lower her pussy to my mouth so that I could tongue her to another orgasm, but she instead placed her anus there. Surely she didn't expect me to serve her in this manner with another man watching. The humiliation of being asked to serve as her toilet was causing me to blush, but no one could see it since my wife's crotch was covering my face.

I heard her say, "Open wide, honey. Chocolate pudding on the way." As my mouth reached its widest extension, I felt her first turd drop into it. I quickly swallowed it, and dropped in to the familiar routine of "chewing" her shit, and then swallowing it. Since she hadn't allowed me to serve her in this way earlier in the day, her gift was large.

Finally she finished feeding me, then ordered me to "wipe" her ass, which meant for me to lick her clean. As soon as I had completed this duty, she stood up. I could now see that Sonya had taken Chrissy's place on her husband's tongue, and by the sounds she was making, was nearing her own orgasm. Chrissy placed her arms around her lover, and began to pinch and pull her nipples. That seemed to be the final straw for the woman, for she then arched her back and groaned as she climaxed.

I thought that would be the end of it, and that now the nails would be removed from our genitals. Chrissy looked down at me and said, "Did you like your dessert, honey?" I nodded my head, and she then said, "Good. Sonya has some for you too."

I was dumbfounded and unable to react. Did my wife expect me to serve another woman in that way, as I had just served her? I thought back to the last session in Gloria's basement when I had been forced to eat her shit while tied beneath the closet, and remembered how disgusted I had been by the act.

Chrissy then helped Sonya to her feet and led her to me. As I looked up, Sonya straddled my head and smiled down at me. She slowly lowered her crotch to my mouth, then ordered me to open it. Chrissy had moved so that she could see my eyes, and she looked into them and said, "It's time to pay our hostess for the wonderful dinner we had, and for the fantastic entertainment she provided. Don't you agree, sweetheart?"

I could make no reply, for at that instance Sonya's first turd fell against my tongue. Again, there was no odor to the thing, probably because her body was pressed so tightly to my face, preventing any of her gas from escaping. The taste was different from my beloved's offering, in that it had a taste at all. My wife's shit has always seemed nearly tasteless to me, and was probably the reason that I had such little trouble accepting it at the first.

Sonya obviously had not held her load for me all day, as Chrissy had. She gave me two short turds, then ordered me to lick her clean. She then stood up, and she and Chrissy hugged and kissed again.

Our hostess then said, "Well, I suppose all good things must come to an end. Shall we get their little things patched up?"

Chrissy agreed that we should get ready to return home, since it was a two-hour drive, plus she would be helping Gloria in her basement the next day. The women then walked down to get the hammers that had been left at the other end of the "race course". As they walked away from us, they were arm-in-arm, looking for all the world like two friends walking in the mall, and I was again struck by how odd our lifestyle would seem to an outside observer. At the same time, I knew that I wouldn't trade it for any other.

At that moment, Doug leaned toward me and held out his right hand. I was momentarily surprised by this show of friendship, then took his hand in mine and shook it. He smiled at me and said, "Damn good race, man. Sonya used to tie a cord around my balls and make me pull her around the garage when she was on roller skates, so I've had practice in walking backwards like that. I thought I'd beat you by a mile."

Immediately the image of a man with a cord around his nuts, pulling a woman on roller skates, popped into my mind. I started giggling, and then broke into the strongest laughter that I had experienced in years. Doug looked at me in irritation at first, then he started giggling, and finally we were both rolling from side to side laughing as loud as we could. By the time our wives returned with the hammers, we were gasping for breath and looking at each other in friendship.

Sonya stood there looking back and forth between us for awhile, then said, "Gee, I didn't know you boys were having so much fun. What in Hell's so damned hilarious?"

Doug was still having difficulty catching his breath, but managed to gasp out, "Roller skates!", and we immediately started laughing again. Chrissy looked concernedly at Sonya, but when our hostess slowly smiled, then started to laugh herself, said, "Would someone mind explaining to me just what's so funny?"

Sonya explained what the joke was, and Chrissy began to laugh also. Here we were, four good friends now, the wives standing there holding hammers which they had used to drive nails through their husbands cocks and balls, and the husbands lying on the floor, still nailed firmly to wagon tongues. One of us had recently tasted the cunts of both women, and the other had accepted and eaten the offerings from their other openings. Just a couple of red-blooded American married couples.

As their laughter subsided, our wives knelt beside us and carefully pulled the nails from the wood, but leaving them in our genitals. They then helped up to our feet and led the way to a small room in one corner of the barn.

As we entered the room, I would see that it was set up as a treatment facility, and marveled again at the thoroughness of the barn's design. The main room was dedicated to inflicting pain on men, and this room was used to help them recover.

There were two examining tables in the small room, which I found surprising. Obviously, Sonya had expected to punish more than one man at a time, and she was prepared.

Doug and I got on the tables, and watched as our wives injected anaesthetic into the bases of our crotches, and I knew that he was feeling the same sensation of coldness and numbness that soon followed. The women then used the large syringes to draw blood from our engorged cocks, allowing them to once again become limp. They then sterilized the nail points and removed them from our genitals, following which they wiped them with alcohol. The sealer was the last step, and then we were helped off the tables.

The women walked to the back of the barn to find their clothes, and Doug and I walked slowly and painfully to the door. We then waited as our wives dressed, being again privileged to watch the display of love and affection they showed to one another. I knew I was truly blessed to have a wife such as Chrissy, and that she was blessed to have friends who would allow her to express her sexuality in every way she wanted.

As we walked to the house to prepare to return home, the summer sky was bright with stars, something we rarely see in the city. I thought that even given the pain that was waiting for me when the drug wore off, I was the luckiest man alive.

Chrissy helped me re-dress and we said our good-byes to our hosts. Everyone said that we needed to get together again as soon as possible, and I certainly agreed. I couldn't get my mind off the untried equipment and instruments in the barn, and hoped that I would soon be back there, tied down and screaming in pain.

As our hosts walked up to our car, Chrissy and Sonya were talking quietly, and I overheard Sonya ask, "Wasn't it after your husband's initiation that there was a gift session?" My ears immediately perked up, as Chrissy had always avoided my questions about that particular session.

"Yes, that's when it was", my wife replied. Sonya then asked, "Since that was your first, you'll remember it forever. I'll never forget my first. I think it was just about the most exciting thing I've ever seen." Chrissy agreed, saying that she was looking forward to the next one, and her friend said they were pretty few and far between, since most men were so selfish. Again I was burning with curiosity as to the nature of the gift that was so exciting to the women.

Chrissy helped me into the passenger side of the car, then got in the other side. We waved our final goodbyes, and Chrissy drove us toward our home. I was falling asleep before we had even reached the road, but did manage to ask, "Are you ever going to tell me what in Hell that 'gift' was that you all think was so special."

As I sunk into dreamless sleep, I heard her whisper, "Soon, my love, soon now."

To be continued . . .