La Crucifems, Part 10

When my wife returned home the day following her regular Saturday night session in Gloria's basement, I was anxious to hear the details of what she had done to last night's victim. I was always eager to learn just what she and Gloria had done to the man, and hoped to hear of new tortures that they would then apply to me.

I always sat in the front room of our home when it was near the time for Chrissy to return. I was doing that when her car pulled up in front, and she got out and walked in the front door. As always, I met her just inside the door, kneeling in anticipation of her need for service. As she entered, she smiled and pulled my face to her crotch.

"Smell anything new, my love?", she asked. I drew in a deep breath, but could detect nothing other than her delicious pussy, a scent that always drove me wild. When I told her this, she said, "Well, I'm not surprised, I guess. Given the number of times that Gloria sucked my cunt last night, there's probably nothing left for you in there."

I asked her what she meant, and she replied, "Do you remember when we talked about me having sex with another man, and whether or not you'd want to eat his cum out of my pussy? Well, it finally happened last night."

I was devastated to hear that she had let another man fuck her, then realized that I was becoming aroused with the thought. Had she really let another man in her most precious place, and then let him cum inside her? I didn't know whether or not to believe it, and thought that she may be simply teasing me to see what my reaction would be.

She looked down at me and asked, "Still want to eat me, sweetie?" In answer, I reached up and began to remove her pants. She immediately dropped to her knees in front of me, and started hugging and kissing me.

"Gloria made me say that. It's not true. She said that you were too selfish to actually let me do whatever I want, and that if I told you that story, you'd just turn away. She's so wrong. I knew she was, but I just had to be sure. You really do love me no matter what, don't you?"

I again told her that she was the most important thing in my life, and in fact meant more to me than life itself. Then I said, "If you ever want to have sex with another man, just do it. I want you to feel free to express your sexuality in any way you can. I'm so sure of your love that I can't possibly be jealous of another person, whether it's a man or a woman. If you come home sometime with another man's cum inside you, I'll suck it out just as if it were my own."

She kissed me again, then smiled. "I did bring you something else, though. Maybe not as tasty as another man's cum, but you always seem to like it." She then stood up again so that I could pull down her pants and take off her panties. I could smell the delicious scent of her crotch, and knew that she and Gloria had spent the night enjoying each other's body.

I lay back on the floor and waited for her to give the gifts that she had for me. As she settled her pussy onto my eager mouth, I wondered if someday soon there actually would be another man's semen in her when she came home. I found that the thought was not at all disturbing to me, for what I had said about being secure in her love was the truth.

As her flow started, I opened my throat and took it as fast as she could supply it. It was as delicious as always, and also as always, I yearned for more when she finally finished. As she moved up on my face to feed me, she began to tell me the details of the torture session of the night before.

"The man this time had the biggest cock I'd ever seen. Your's is nice-sized, and the other sisters think it's a sure winner for the year-end thing, but this one was lots bigger. The longest I've ever seen your cock was the 8 1/4" at the session when you were on the cross. We measured the one last night at over 11 1/2". That's more than three inches longer than yours, and the distance around was more than 8 1/2". Do you realize that his circumference is bigger than your length?"

Far from being upset that my wife had been measuring another man's cock, then comparing it to my smaller size, I felt a thrill in my chest. I would have told her to please tell me more, but it's pretty hard to talk when the most beautiful butt in the world is on your face, and your mouth is full of the best shit in the world. She must have guessed I wanted to hear more, for she continued her story.

"He had told Gloria in his letter that he wanted to have his cock crushed by two beautiful women, and then be hung by his heels with his legs spread and have a full-body whipping. We always try to meet the special requests of our customers, so that's what we did last night."

She had finished feeding me by that time, and I had licked her clean. She told me that her cunt was too used up for any more orgasms for awhile, so she didn't want me to lick her pussy. I hoped that she'd continue with more details about the session last night, and I wasn't disappointed. As she stood, she told me to bring her clothes to the bedroom and we could talk in bed before she took a little nap.

I quickly picked up her pants and underwear and followed her down the hallway to our bedroom. In the room, she turned to me to have the rest of her clothes removed. Knowing that she wasn't interested in sex at that time, I refrained from kissing and caressing her as I usually did.

She told me to remove my clothes also, so that she could check the cock sheath to make sure I hadn't been trying to get it off so I could play with myself. Since the only thing I was wearing was the lounging pants, I was quickly naked except for the sheath and belt. She inspected it, then said that it look okay.

We both lay down on the bed, and I cuddled her and stroked her hair while she told me how she and Gloria had tortured the man. "When Bill brought him to the basement, he was already hard. As Bill set up the cameras, we showed the man the stuff that we were going to use on him. He was a lot like you, in that he seemed to get harder as he looked at it."

"When the cameras were ready, we all put on our masks and Gloria and I got undressed. He seemed really appreciative of our bodies, and begged to please us with his mouth and tongue. Gloria told him that part would come later, after he had been 'heated up' a little bit. He just seemed to get more turned on at that."

"We led him to the first station, which was nothing more than a simple table that could be cranked up or down to adjust the height of the top. We told him to stand with his dick over the tabletop, and then cranked it up until it touched the bottom of his cock. We then stood on opposite sides of the table. There was a board on the tabletop that was a couple of inches thick and about nine inches wide. It was long enough to reach from one side of the table to the other."

"Also laying on top of the table were two very large C-clamps. He seemed to guess what they were for, since he began to breathe heavily. Gloria then told him to put both hands behind his back, and she handcuffed his wrists together."

"We then each picked up one end of the board and laid it over the top of his cock. It covered most of the shaft, but left the head exposed. We picked up the clamps, and made a great show of adjusting them, and saying how they were strong enough to crush steel. He was getting harder all the time, and now his dick head was dripping pre-cum."

"The clamps were then placed over the ends of the board, and under the tabletop. We slowly tightened the screw handles, and the board was drawn down to the tabletop. When his cock was flattened to about half its original diameter, he began to whimper and try to pull away from the table. Of course, that would have been impossible unless he first pulled off his dick."

"We kept tightening the clamps until his shaft was less than one inch thick under the board. He was whining and crying by then, and the head of the thing was puffed up to about twice its normal size. It had turned a bright purple right after we started tightening the clamps, and now it began to darken. He begged to be released, but Gloria just laughed and said that he was ours to do with as we wished, and that if he didn't shut up, we'd run the clamps all the way down to the table. That must have scared him, because he closed his mouth, but did keep whimpering and groaning."

"Gloria walked over to the wall cabinet where we keep some of the equipment, and came back carrying two riding crops. When he saw those, he really started whimpering. He sounded like a sick puppy."

"She handed one of the crops to me, and we started swishing them through the air. He was looking back and forth between us, trying not to cry and acting like he was going to shit his pants." The she smiled, saying, "Of course, he wasn't wearing any pants, so I guess he'd just have made a mess on Gloria's carpet." We both laughed at the image that brought to our minds.

"I climbed up on the table, and told him that if he didn't do exactly as I ordered, I'd stomp on the board until his little weenie was nothing but mush. He looked even more scared, but didn't dare say anything."

"Then I lay down on the table in front of him and put my legs over his shoulders. I ordered him to bend over and lick my cunt, telling him that if I didn't like it, his cock was history."

"He tried to bend over as far as he could, but I kept moving back just slightly so that he couldn't quite reach my pussy with his tongue. Gloria and I were laughing at his pitiful attempts to lick me, and then she told him that since he didn't seem to be able to follow her lover's orders, he was going to be punished within an inch of his life."

"I got down off the table and we loosened the clamps and took the board off his little dickie. It was pretty funny- looking for a few seconds, then popped back up to its normal shape and size. He was still in the handcuffs, and Don was there running the cameras, so we didn't feel scared that he'd try to do something to get away."

"We led him over to the same station where you were whipped, remember?" I did remember the site of my first whipping with the cat-o-nine-tails that Gloria and my wife had used on me, and could visualize it in my mind.

Chrissy's hand was now working furiously between her legs, and I knew she was reliving the session and becoming more aroused with each memory. She continued, "You may not have noticed when you were there, but there're two pulleys in the ceiling, not just the one we used with you. They're about six feet apart, and the ropes go to separate winches."

"Gloria ordered him to lie down on the floor and get his feet in the air. When he did that, we tied the pulley ropes on his ankles, then used the winches to lift him off the floor. Since the pulleys were so far apart, his legs were really stretched wide by the time his head was off the carpet. He was groaning and whimpering with the pain of the stretching, but his cock was as hard as a rock as he lived his fantasy."

"When we walked backed over to where he could see us, we were both carrying floggers. That's a whip something like the cat, but the thongs are thinner and softer. If it'd been you up there, we'd have used the cats. We figured we'd go easy on him for his first session, and maybe work up to something more painful the next time."

"We began dragging the thongs over his body, and telling him that we were going to whip his little dingus until it was nothing but bloody shreds. Then we were going to do the same thing to his pitiful little peanuts. He was moaning all the time, and we knew he was really getting off on it."

"Gloria said, 'That's enough of this crap. Let's whip him until he pisses blood.' She then raised her arm and brought the whip down on his precious little dickie. He yelled, and I told him to shut up or we'd add fifty strokes to his punishment. He clamped his mouth shut, but was still whimpering."

"I walked around behind him so that we could both see the targets without getting in each other's way. We took turns whipping his crotch, and stopped at ten strokes each. By that time tears were streaming out of his eyes, and he was gasping for breath. I have to give him credit, though. He wasn't begging to be let go, as most men would have been doing at that point."

"His cock was still semi-erect, and when we paused after the twenty strokes, it started to harden again. I think with a little training from the right woman, he'd be a good one to have in the basement during my period. Of course, he'll never be as good as you. You've always been something special to me."

I gazed at her adoringly as she lay there recounting the experience and masturbating. If she only knew how special she was, then she'd know that I'm just a pale imitation. It takes something very, very special in a woman to be able to do what she does, and to enjoy it as much as she obviously does. She's more than one in a million to me. She's simply the best ever, and better than any women who will ever follow her.

Chrissy then continued her story, "When we saw that he was hard again, Gloria told him that he obviously hadn't learned his lesson yet. We then gave him another twenty strokes, this time swinging the whips as hard as we could. After about ten strokes, he was back to having a semi, and by the time we finished, he was almost soft."

"We then lowered him to the floor and told Don to get him out of there. Don helped him to his feet and half-carried him up the stairs and out to the garage. We assumed that he got the fellow back to where he had been picked up, because he came back in about an hour and did the things with his cameras that he has to do to make the photos and tapes."

She then turned to me and said just talking about the session had made her hot again, and that she needed my tongue. I immediately rolled onto my back and waited for her to mount my face. She wasted no time in straddling me, and lowering her steaming pussy to my eager tongue. As I licked and sucked her delicious folds, she kept telling me how anxious she was to get me back down in the basement and work me over. I'm sure she was nowhere as anxious as I was.

She climaxed quickly, since she was already turned on by the conversation. As she lifted off me and settled down to sleep, she said, "I'm sorry I can't make you cum too. I guess you'll live, though. It doesn't hurt a man to store his jism for a few days. Makes him more eager, too."

I was concerned by something that had occurred to me while she was relating the details of the session, and asked, "Have any of the men ever done anything that made you concerned for your safety? Wouldn't it be possible for one of them to fight you to get away? It had never entered my mind up to that point to be afraid for Chrissy when she was in a session. She was always so much in control with me that I just assumed it would be the same way with all men.

She raised up on one arm and looked at me. "You really don't need to worry about me when I'm at Gloria's. She takes all sorts of precautions to protect us. She makes Don work out all the time, and feeds him lots of steroids. He's pretty strong, although he may not look like it. And of course, the men are usually cuffed or tied most of the time."

I felt better after being reassured by her. She seemed to want to talk some more then, and asked me, "Did I ever tell you how Gloria gets her customers?" I said that I didn't know they were "customers", and did that mean that they paid her for what she did to them?

"Yes, she charges $500 for a session. I get $200 of that, and she keeps $300 since it's her equipment. That's always seemed fair to me. Does it surprise you that your loving wife is really just a little whore?" She smiled, but I knew that my answer was important to her.

I replied, "Not in the least. I know it turns you on to take men down there, and more power to you. If they're in such a sad condition that they have to pay for their sexual outlet, then there's nothing at all wrong with taking their money. It's just a sorry state of affairs that our society is so fucked-up that men have to sneak around to get what they need."

Chrissy said, "You're right on about that. Maybe when women are in full charge, things will be better." We both laughed at that, and nodded our heads.

I then asked her, "How does Gloria get in contact with the customers in the first place?" I had never occurred to me to wonder about the "business" details before, and I now began to see all sorts of things to be concerned about.

"Well, she said that back when she realized that Don could never satisfy all her cravings to torture men, she decided to set up a torture chamber in her basement. She said that such a thing was in the back of her mind when they bought the house, and the extra-high ceiling in the basement was what clinched the deal."

"Anyway, after she'd bought some of the basic equipment and made Don build some other things, like the crucifixion table, she put an advertisement in several magazines that were on the shelves at sex shops. She said the ad was very simple, and went something like, 'Men seeking extreme torture may write their mistress at Box XXX with details of their needs. Must include phone number.' She said that the Post Office box was in another zip code, because she was so cautious about security."

"The perverts started writing within a few days. She made Don drive to the box to get the letters, telling him to park several blocks away and then to walk to the building. She was really cautious then, and said she now realizes that she needn't have been so afraid that the police would get involved."

"After reading through the letters for awhile, it was pretty easy for her to separate out the phonies from the real masochists. When she'd selected a few men from the list, she told Don to call them and make the arrangements."

"When he talked to them, the first thing he said was that the up-front charge would be $500. If they balked at that, he would hang up, and that was that. Apparently most of them were used to paying, and said that was fine. He then made arrangements to meet them at 9:00 p.m. at such-and-such a place. He had chosen several meeting spots, and all of them were open places where he could see if any other people were around."

"They bought a van with dark windows in the rear compartment, and Don would use that to pick up the customers. They had been instructed to look for that sort of vehicle, and when one pulled up at the waiting place, to immediately open the rear door and get in. As soon as they were inside, Don would ask for the money. Once they'd handed it over, he told them to get undressed and show him a hard on. Gloria said that one of the sisters, Melissa, is an attorney and had told her that cops can't do that, since it's entrapment. After he had their clothes, Don would scan them with something that's supposed to detect a microphone. If the customer had done everything right up to that point, Don would handcuff him and tell him to lie down on the floor, and then he'd throw a blanket over him so he couldn't see where he was being taken."

"Don would drive around for awhile, taking lots of turns, just in case the customer was trying to memorize the route. When he finally arrived home, he'd open the garage door with his remote control. As soon as the van was inside, and the door had been lowered, he'd tell the man to get out. He'd then escort him to the basement, and Gloria would get to work on him. When the session was finished, Don would hide the fellow in the van again, then return him to the pick-up spot. Pretty neat, huh?"

I said that it sounded like a pretty secure way to do it, but I wondered if maybe the police could find some way around it in case one of the men ever pressed charges against Gloria.

"Melissa told her that the cops here have better things to do than listen to some pervert who'd payed to be tortured. When you consider that there're more than 2 1/2 million people living in this city, the complaints of a few sickos aren't going to carry much weight. Melissa said that if anything like that ever did happen, she'd be Gloria's attorney, and the fact that two of the Superior Court judges regularly spend time in her dungeon would get the case thrown out in short order."

I said that it sounded like they had all the angles covered, and I wouldn't worry about her again when she was over there.

She then turned the question in a direction that again started my mind to fantasizing. "What would you think about looking for another house?" I told her that such a thing had never entered my mind, and asked her if she wanted to move.

"Well, kind of. What I really want is a place that has a basement with high ceilings." As understanding showed on my face, she smiled. "Like where that's leading, sweetie?" I said that I liked it very much. She continued, "It'd be nice if we could set up our own basement like Gloria's done. Then I could take you down there whenever I want. Wouldn't that be nice?" I could only nod my head in agreement.

After a short while, I asked, "Can we afford to buy another house?"

"No problem, lover. I've already told you about how the money is rolling in from your sessions at Gloria's. The Webmaster called Gloria again, and he placed an order for another 5,000 tapes. He says he can't keep up with the demand, and he's going to raise the price to $750 each. Do you realize that our cut will be over 1 1/2 million dollars? I think we can afford just about anything we want to buy, don't you?"

I simply couldn't believe my ears. We already had more than a quarter of a million in the bank, and now we were going to get another million and a half? It seemed impossible to me that there could be enough rich perverts in the world to bring in that much money, and I told Chrissy so.

"You might be surprised", she said. "The Sisterhood has a contact list of people all around the world who're in the market for that kind of stuff. They sell the pictures and tapes from the sessions directly, so no middleman is involved. Joanna told me the other day that the bank account for just this one club is over five hundred million dollars."

My mind was spinning with this overload of information I'd been given. I simply couldn't comprehend such large amounts of money. Then I thought to ask my wife, "Do you mean that the tapes of my session at Joanna's have been sold? We weren't wearing masks then."

"No, dear heart. Don't worry your pretty little head about it. What we did with you was an 'initiation' session. That's why we were so easy on you. Those tapes are strictly private among the sisters. Each of us has a copy to look at while we masturbate, but they're not for sale."

I was considerably reassured by that information, glad that my torture session wasn't even now being watched by someone who knew me. I couldn't imagine anything being more embarrassing.

Chrissy continued, "All the sessions are taped. You probably didn't notice that there are dozens of cameras mounted to the ceiling in the chamber. That way, everything can be recorded and then combined into one master later. That was done at the special session the night you were there. The tapes from that one are selling at $10,000 a copy, because it was something that happens only once or twice a year."

I was amazed at the price being charged for the tapes of someone giving a gift to the Sisterhood, and asked, "That must have been a damned special gift. Just what in Hell was it?" Chrissy just smiled at me, saying, "You'll find out, my love. Now I really do need to have a nap, so will you please shut up?" She smiled again, then relaxed on the pillow. As I heard her breathing slow and become even, I lay there and tried to imagine what sort of gift would be worth $10,000 just to watch it being given?

Then I also drifted off to sleep, while planning the equipment we would need to install in our new basement. One thing that would have to come first was lots of soundproofing. I visualized my fantasies of being tortured nightly in my very own basement, and my cries of agony rang in my head as I slept.

The following Saturday night was the regular June meeting of La Crucifems. Chrissy said that it would be another session like mine in May. I asked if she had any more information about whether or not we'd be invited back for the year-end party, and she said not to worry. Several of the sisters had assured her that she had their vote, regardless of what happened during the remaining regular meetings. She said they were all anxious to see me on the cross again, and were betting among themselves just how long it would take to make me beg for release.

I was still wearing the cock sheath that Chrissy had put on me, and my balls were aching from the cum pressure. My cock seemed to be trying to become erect all the time, and the torment was both painful and arousing at the same time.

When Chrissy returned the next day after the June meeting, I asked her about what had happened. "You don't have anything to worry about, lover. The fellow who we used last night was a volunteer from the list, not one of the husbands. That always counts against a return invitation. Not only that, but his little pee-pee was only about five inches long. His total measurement was not even half of yours."

"He did seem to enjoy what we did to him, though. When Sylvia put the nails in his balls, he begged for more. We all then went up to the cross and added more nails, until there was one in his cock head and seven in each nut. Surely his balls won't be able to recover from that, even with Joanna's doctoring. At the 'thank-you' session after his nailing, several of the sisters made him drink their full load, so I know they were pissed-off at him, to coin a phrase." We laughed at her joke, and I was secretly pleased that I seemed to still be in first place in the "contest".

The following weekend was to be my third session in Gloria's basement, and the days remaining until then seemed to be hundreds of hours long. Chrissy had forbidden me to wear clothing when in the house, saying that she wanted to keep an eye on the sheath to make sure I hadn't been trying to get it off and play with myself.

The tip of the sheath was open, in order that I could urinate without her removing the thing. Chrissy had put me on my honor to not play with my penis, saying that she would be extremely disappointed if she learned that I had done so, and would even question if I really loved her. It took every bit of my willpower to not rub the exposed head on anything handy.

I continued to question my wife about her plans for the Saturday night session, and she continued to say, "You'll just have to wait and see, sweetie." I knew there was little chance that I would be able to guess her intentions for me, given that she had a very inventive mind when it came to designing torments for me.

Despite the best intentions of the calendar and clock to move with the speed of growing grass, Saturday finally arrived. As I came awake to the first light of day, Chrissy was lying on her side facing me, and gazing at my face.

"A penny for your thoughts, my love", I said sleepily to her.

"You'll just have to wait until tonight to know that", she replied. "I can tell you that I was thinking just how much I love you, and just how much I want to hurt you. When I look at you, about all I can think of is more ways to give you the most agonizing pain possible. Sometimes it scares me to realize how much I want you to experience the torments of Hell at my hands."

I came immediately awake at the thought of the tortures my wife wanted to inflict upon my body. If I hadn't been so much in her power then, I would have cut away the cock sheath and jacked off for as long as my dick would have stayed hard. I was almost gasping for breath due to the state of my arousal, and I wanted to leap from the bed and run all the way to Gloria's basement so the two women could begin my tortures.

Chrissy knew the lust she had produced in me with her few simple words. She told me that she'd waited long enough for her relief this morning, and pushed my shoulder to get me on my back. As she straddled my waiting mouth, she said, "You're going to need a good appetite this day, my love." I was expecting that she would have an extra large gift for me, but was disappointed when the amounts of her piss and shit were no more than usual.

Somehow I made it through the day, although most of the time I was in a daze. About the only details I recall are of bathing my wife, and then shaving her lovely crotch. My own bath followed, and then she removed the sheath in order to be able to shave the areas of my own crotch that had been covered by it and the chains.

Finally the time arrived for us to drive to Gloria's house. Chrissy said that she would drive, since I was in no shape to do anything that required concentration. I had to agree. She had put the sheath on me again after I had been shaved, and it held the head of my cock against the car seat as we traveled. Every bump in the road only added to my arousal.

Even with no cooperation from stop signs and traffic lights, we eventually arrived at our destination. Chrissy opened the front door and we walked down the stairs to the basement. As at the start of the second session here, the lights were all on and I could see the entire room. My eyes searched every part of the room, trying to guess which "station" would be the focal point of my upcoming torture.

Gloria was already in the room, and greeted Chrissy with a long kiss and a hand in her panties. My wife responded to these attentions in kind, and I was glad that my reaction was one of pleasure and not jealousy. I had told her on many occasions that I simply wanted what she wanted, and it was clear that she wanted, and loved, Gloria.

Chrissy then turned to me and ordered me to strip. I practically tore the clothes from my body, then was ordered to hang the garments neatly on the wall pegs near the door. As soon as I had done that chore, I turned to the women hoping to see instruments of torture in their hands.

Gloria said to Chrissy, "Well, shall we get his little pud unwrapped and see if it'll still get hard?" Chrissy laughed and said there wasn't much doubt about that part. She said that my cock had been trying to break out of the sheath for a couple of weeks now.

The two women then removed each other's clothes, as they had done before. The kissing and caressing they displayed only confirmed their love to me, and once again my wife's arousal only increased my own.

Chrissy removed the necklace that held the keys to my chastity belt and chains, then knelt in front of me and unlocked the padlocks holding them securely to my body. As before, she struggled with the sheath, and threatened several times to simply cut off the whole thing at the base and see if that would make it easier to remove.

Her efforts were finally successful, and she stood and indicated that I should follow her. I fought to control my urge to rush ahead, and walked along quietly behind her. She stopped at an odd table and indicated that I should get on it.

The table was about two feet square and was upholstered in black leather. At what she indicated as the head end there were extensions that were about six inches wide and stuck out about two feet from the main tabletop. I saw that there were two widespread pulleys attached to the ceiling above the lower edge of the table, with ropes running through each, and then to winches on the wall.

I lay down on the tabletop, struggling to keep from falling off of the small surface. My head was unsupported, and the top ended short of my butt. The two women took my ankles in their hands, and then tied them to the ropes hanging from the pulleys. That helped to stabilize me on the table, and I no longer felt that I would fall to the floor.

The women were standing on each side of me. They reached under the top and brought up a leather strap, about six inches wide, and buckled it around my midsection. I simply couldn't imagine what would be done to me in that position, but knew that it would probably be enjoyable. If not for me, then certainly for Chrissy, and that was all that was required.

I was then directed to lay my arms along the two extensions, and they were soon secured with ropes around my wrists. The next part was strange and new, and again I was completely mystified as to its purpose.

Chrissy opened a drawer beneath the tabletop and drew out a thing that I at first assumed to be a mask, and I was partly right. She showed me that it was a hood that would cover the top of my head and my eyes. There were cutouts for my eyes, and there was a metal ring fastened to the back of the thing.

The hood was then slipped over my head and adjusted until the ring was located at the back of my head, and I could see through the eyeholes. Chrissy then got a strap from the drawer and again I could not guess its use.

This strap had a thing like a chin cup from a motorcycle helmet in the center of it, and was probably about four feet long. My wife placed the cup over my chin, and then the women tied the ends of the strap under the table by my shoulders. As soon as my lower jaw had been secured, Chrissy took a length of cord from the drawer and tied it to a ring in the floor beneath my head. She placed the free end of the cord through the ring on the hood, then pulled it down sharply. Because my lower jaw was held in place by the chin cup, my mouth was forced open by the movement of my head.

The lights in the room were turned out, except for two spotlights immediately over my prison. The rest of the room was dark, and I knew Don was at the edge of the shadows preparing to record my session.

Gloria then called out, "Okay boys, he's all ready for you." I was frozen with shock, and didn't know what was going to happen. Why had I been secured in this awkward position? What was going to be done to me?

I was unable to move my head much at all, but what little movement was available to me allowed me to see two young men walk into the cone of light. They were naked, and their cocks were erect. As they reached the table where I was secured, they paused beside me. I could see them standing there, and saw that each had a hand on the other's cock, and was fondling and stroking it. Both were wearing masks.

Chrissy knelt beside my head, saying, "Honey, this is Erik and Robbie. We wanted you to help us with them tonight. They're in love, and wanted a chance to test their love by having sex with another man to see if they had any desire for other relationships. It's really sweet of you to help us. Thank you."

My mind was racing now. Surely my wife didn't mean for me to have sex with these two men. Then I recalled how much interest she had shown in my homosexual relationship with my cousin when I was a child. She had always wanted to know more details about what we had done then, and I could now relate her interest to what she intended for me tonight.

She then said, "I know that you've always wanted to suck a man-size cock, and be fucked by one. I thought the least I could do was give you a chance to make your dreams come true. You've been so good to me that I'm just glad to have the chance to pay you back." She then stood up, saying to the men, "Erik, why don't you start up here on this end, and Robbie can have his ass first. He's a cherry, for quite awhile anyhow, and Robbie is a little smaller down there, and it would probably be best to break him in easy."

As she stood beside my head, I could smell the wonderful scent of her aroused pussy. By turning my head as much as possible, I could see the wetness running down her legs, and knew that she was more aroused now than she'd been in a long time. I knew that she wanted to see this being done to me, and tried to reconcile myself to it. In any case, I was tied securely in a position that all but guaranteed my rape, and had no other choice.

Erik walked to a position above my head and stood there. Chrissy placed her hand on his rigid member and guided it into my open mouth. I had never in my life had a man's cock in my mouth, and was surprised at the texture and flavor of it. I noticed instantly that his pre-cum tasted just like mine and wondered if that was the case for all men. The thing that surprised me the most was the velvety smoothness of his cock head. I didn't have much time to think about this new sensation, because he didn't pause with the head in my mouth, but instead began to force it down my throat.

My immediate reaction was to gag, and Chrissy, kneeling by my head, was ready for it. "Just open your throat like you do when I'm giving you a drink. His cock is going down there anyway, so you'd might as well cooperate."

I knew that she was right, but the urge to gag was overpowering. I fought to overcome the convulsing in my throat, and to force it open just as if I were drinking Chrissy's urine. Finally it began to yield to the strange object being pushed down it. As his cock head entered my throat, Erik's ball sac began to ride over my nose. I could smell his man scent, and it was unpleasant when compared to my beloved's crotch. Soon another odor assailed my nostrils, for his balls were now against my lips, which placed his asshole over my nose.

Before I had a chance to react to this odor, I felt a new sensation at my own asshole. Not since I was a young teen-ager had I felt anything similar, and never had I felt anything this large or insistent. Chrissy was still kneeling beside my head, and said, "I think Gloria's getting Robbie started on the other end. I'm going to go watch the show down there." As she begin to leave, she wiped her fingers against her cunt and then under my nose. I silently thanked her for doing that, for now I could savor her delicious scent instead of the odor from Erik's hole.

By the time Chrissy had left my side, the head of the other man's cock had entered my rectum. It felt as if I were being spread by a baseball bat, and I simply could not believe that the normal-size cock that I had seen a few minutes ago was what was being used to violate me. I had guessed that Robbie's penis was no more that six inches long, which is average for a man, but the thing now lodged in my ass felt like it was at least two feet in length. When Chrissy said to me, from her position at the other end of the table, "He's almost halfway in you now, honey. It'll start to feel better when he's gets more of it in your ass. You've waited so long for this that you're probably hotter than ever."

I certainly wasn't aroused by what was being done to me, and just wanted it to end as soon as possible. Chrissy must have sensed my lack of enthusiasm, because I recognized the touch of her hand on my cock as she began to fondle it.

"Your little dickie is so hard, honey. I think this turns you on even more than it does me. I hope you don't mind if I do something to your pee-pee while you enjoy being fucked at both ends at once." It was incredible to me how quickly feelings of pleasure spread through my body. My cock had not had a chance to shrink as my mouth and ass were raped, and Chrissy's attentions to it restored what little rigidness had been lost.

As Robbie's cock entered my asshole to greater and greater depths, I heard the drawer under the table open again. I could not see who was there since Erik's legs were now on both sides of my head. I knew that my darling had been on that side before, and hoped that she was getting something from the drawer that would distract my attention from what the two men were doing to me.

I again felt her hand on my dick, and she tightened her grip as if to hold it in place. The stinging, burning sensation that I had felt so recently before was again in the head of my cock, and I guessed that she was inserting a needle into it. I wished that I could watch her doing it, as I knew it would help me get through the other part.

I heard Robbie groan and say, "God, he's tight. I'm going to cum real quick."

Gloria then said, "Don't you dare. You pull out right now."

I couldn't guess why Gloria wanted him to do such a thing, thinking that she would want me to be further humiliated by letting the man deposit his sperm deep in my ass. I understood that she just meant to deepen my humiliation when I heard her say, "Now you switch with Erik, and then you can both cum as much as you want."

Chrissy's voice joined in, saying, "Yes. Fuck the little faggot in the ass with your big dick Erik. Robbie can fuck him in the mouth now. The little queer says he loves eating my shit, so now he can see how he likes his own." I was humiliated by my wife's words, but somehow also turned on by them.

Erik withdrew his dick from my throat and mouth, and it was quickly replaced by Robbie's, which had so soon before been buried in my rectum. I immediately smelled the odor of my own shit, and fought to keep from gagging. This was in no way the wonderful, delicious gift that Chrissy gave me on a daily basis. I was sure that my body was going to rebel, and I would choke on my own vomit as Robbie's shit-covered cock blocked my throat.

Chrissy was again kneeling beside my head, and helped me regain control by saying, "It's really my shit that you're eating, lover. Remember that it's been through my body before I gave it to you." She was right. It was amazing to me that her simple statement could bring me so much comfort. My throat relaxed, and allowed the penis to slide down it.

Chrissy again stood up, and at the same time I again felt something pushing against my anus. It met very little resistance, since I had already been spread open by Robbie, and Erik's dick wasn't much larger. Soon he was buried deep within me, and I could feel his balls slapping against my body as his strokes became faster and faster.

Robbie was now in my throat as far as he could go, and his groans told everyone that he would soon be shooting his load. I again felt the stinging in the head of my cock, and wondered if Chrissy or someone else were pinching me there. Erik said in a husky gasp, "Jesus, woman. How many of those are you going to use on him?"

Suddenly the head of Robbie's cock seemed to double in size, and he thrust forward strongly. I was sure he was cumming in my throat, but there was no taste to confirm this. His cock head was beyond any taste buds in my mouth, and the only thing I could taste then was the sour flavor of my shit.

As soon as Robbie began to release his semen, Chrissy gasped out, "God, yes. Cum in his faggot throat. Shoot it down to his guts. He loves swallowing your cum." Again I felt the pain in the head of my cock, followed by Erik's groan as he prepared to deposit his load in my bowels.

Chrissy cried out, "Fuck him deeper, Erik! He can't feel you yet! Get that big cock farther in him! Fill him up now!" Erik groaned and thrust his cock even deeper. I knew by his quick thrusts that he was cumming, but I couldn't feel the spurts.

Chrissy's cry of passion that I know so well then rang out, and I knew that she had climaxed. Even in my shame and humiliation of knowing that I had been raped, and even forced to eat my own shit, I felt joy that she had found her own joy in watching me being used.

The two men pulled their cocks from my body. Gloria said, "I told you that he liked men better than women. Now maybe you'll believe me. He's nothing but a shit-eating faggot. He's not good enough for you. If you don't believe me, just look at his worthless dick. It's hard as a rock. He's never been that hard for you." I wanted to scream my protest as loud as I could, but my mouth was still being held open by the hood and strap, and I could say nothing. I waited for Chrissy to defend me, but she said nothing.

My wife then again knelt by my head and began to until the cord that held my head down. She said, "You were wonderful, my love. I've wanted that done to you for a long time now, and it got me red hot to watch it. You'll like the next part lots better." She then untied the strap holding the chin cup in place, and I was able to close my mouth and attempt to swallow the foul taste still in it.

In short order my arms and legs were untied and Chrissy helped my come to a sitting position on the table. I saw then what had caused the stinging sensation in the head of my cock. Three large safety pins had been inserted through the head, and then blue ribbons attached before they had been closed. The ribbons looked for all the world like the ones given as awards at county fairs. When Gloria held them up for me to read, I saw that my guess had been pretty close to the mark. They all had a small gold seal, with the words "Grand Champion" printed right below. In large letters on the first ribbon was the word, "Faggot". The second ribbon read "Queer", and the third, "Shit Eater."

As soon as they saw my reaction, the men laughed loudly, soon joined in by Gloria, and then my wife. I was blushing and I held my head down to hide my shame. Did Chrissy really believe that I was all those things?

I was told to stand up, and when I did I could feel the wetness around my anus. As I looked back at the table, I saw a large wet patch consisting of my shit mixed with Robbie's cum. Gloria pointed to the spot, then said to Chrissy, "Your little faggot left a mess on my table. Make him clean it up."

Chrissy then looked at me, saying, "Gloria's right, honey. You made the mess, so get it cleaned up and we can get on with tonight's entertainment." She then put her hand on the back of my head and began to force it towards the stain.

I couldn't bring myself to resist the pressure of her hand, and soon my face was very close to the spot. "Lick it up, sweetheart. Be a good little cocksucker and lick up Robbie's cum." I was again ashamed and humiliated by what my wife wanted me to do, but began to lick up the mess as she directed.

As I stood from my sickening task, Gloria asked Erik and Robbie if they had used me enough to help with their decision. They looked at each other, and placed their hands on each other's cock. Erik said, "Well, he was lots tighter than Robbie, but I think we need to try some other things before making a decision." My heart stopped as I heard this. Were they going to do other humiliating things to me? Surely Chrissy wouldn't let it go any farther.

To my dismay, she said, "Do anything you want with him, boys. I think he secretly likes having men do things to him, so don't hold back." Gloria then said, "There's no doubt about that. Just look at his little faggot cock. It's hard as a rock because of what they did to him. Now it wants more."

I knew without even looking at my penis that it was rigidly erect. The effect of Chrissy's hand on it, plus the pain from the pins, was making it betray me by seeming to signal approval of the treatment I'd been given.

Chrissy took two of the ribbons in her hand and gave one to each of the men, saying, "Bring him over here and maybe we can think of something interesting to do."

At that moment, the lights above us went out, and other lights came on. I saw that the area now lighted was where I had been whipped during the second session. Surely it would be too much to bear to be whipped by these two men. There had to be some way to ask Chrissy to stop this.

Sensing my growing dread, she whispered in my ear, "Please don't shame me, lover. If you really love me, you'll do this for me." I wanted to sob with the shame of what I was about to cooperate in, but didn't want to embarrass the dearest thing in my life by doing so. I nodded my head, "Yes". Chrissy smiled at me, then turned and walked toward the light.

Erik and Robbie tugged on the ribbons they were holding, creating a jolt of pain in my cock. I meekly followed them as they led me to the next station.

Chrissy arrived first and held out one of the pulley ropes toward me. I mutely extended both arms, with my wrists held together. As she tied my wrists with the rope, I could see her eyes glistening with pride. I know that Gloria had told her that I'd never be able to do her bidding, and I was determined to prove the woman wrong again.

As soon as the rope was secured around my wrists, I saw it begin to move upward. I knew that Gloria was turning the winch handle, and that soon I would be swinging in the air above the floor. In short order, my arms were lifted above my head, and then my shoulders began to accept my weight. Soon my feet left the floor and I was twisting around. My shoulders cracked as they tried to absorb the strain of supporting my body.

I saw that Gloria had returned, and was standing behind Chrissy. She was whispering in Chrissy's ear, too low for me to hear what was being said. Her fingers were pinching and stretching my wife's lovely nipples, pulling them far from her beautiful breasts. Chrissy was leaning back against Gloria, and looking at me with glazed eyes. Her mouth was partially open, and she was breathing rapidly. I knew that she was extremely aroused, and didn't know the cause until I heard Gloria whisper, "Soon it'll be your tits being stretched again like that. You want that, don't you?"

Chrissy was unable to do anything beyond panting, "Yes".

Even through the pain in my throbbing cock and shoulders, I was almost in shock at what I had heard. As Gloria realized that I had heard, she smirked at me and pulled Chrissy's nipples even farther from her body. This brought another sharp gasp from my wife, and I knew she was very close to cumming. Surely my darling wife wasn't being tortured by this woman, in the same way she was torturing me? That just couldn't be. I wouldn't believe it.

Gloria released her hold on Chrissy's nipples, then walked toward the wall where the winch was mounted. When she returned, she was carrying the two cat-o-nine-tails that had given me so much pain in my last session in this basement. She handed the whips to the two men, telling them to "make the little bastard pay for what he's done to his wife."

Chrissy was staring at my stretched body, and pulling on her nipples. She was stretching them farther from her breasts than Gloria had done, and still had the glazed look in her eyes. She gasped out, "Yes! Whip him as hard as you can. Make the little cock-sucking queer pay."

Erik and Robbie then stepped up to me, and reached out to stop the swinging and twisting motion of my body. As I came to a stop, they stood, one on my right and one on my left, and began to move the whips through the air, making the thongs whistle.

Suddenly the whistling stopped, and I felt one of the whips biting into my ass. Before I had even finished my first scream, the second set of thongs had struck. Again I screamed. I knew then that the first whipping given to me by my wife and her lover had been many times more gentle. The whips bit into my flesh again, one stroke followed by another. I could feel a wetness dripping down the back of my legs and thought that I had pissed myself, then realized that my cock was still bobbing in front of my body. The ribbons fluttered through the air with every jerk of my body.

I heard the sound of laughing, and couldn't understand what it was because my brain was so dazed by the pain. Looking to my side, I could see Gloria and Chrissy standing there, pointing at my flayed ass and giggling like two schoolgirls. Chrissy noticed that I was looking at her, and said, "Make lots of blood, sweetie. The perverts pay extra for it." I knew then that the wetness was blood from my torn flesh.

I have no way of knowing how many strokes were laid across my buttocks, but Chrissy told me later that there were at least thirty. By the time the whipping stopped, I was nearly delirous with agony.

My brain chose that moment to decide that I had reached my threshold of pain, and it released endorphins into my bloodstream. My vision cleared, and I could hear even the smallest sound. In a moment of total silence, I heard a drop of my blood strike the carpet below me.

Gloria screamed at me, "Stop bleeding on my carpet, you dirty little bastard. Can't you control yourself at all?"

The two men looked at the front of my body, to see what effect the whipping had on my erection. My cock stood at attention, in mute betrayal of the pain I was feeling. I wanted nothing more than to be released from this torture. Where in previous sessions I had welcomed every single jolt of agony given my by my wife, now I wanted for it to end.

As these thoughts passed through my brain, Erik said, "Jesus Christ, Robbie. He's still up. I think we have a real pain freak here." The other man agreed, saying, "Let's see how he likes the whips around here. I'll bet he doesn't stay up long then."

I heard my beloved wife say, "Please whip his worthless little cock and balls for me. I tried, but just couldn't swing the whip hard enough to make him feel it. Whip him so hard that you tear it to bloody shreds." I moaned when I heard this from the lips of my wife, who a few short minutes ago had told me she loved me. I couldn't understand how the same woman could now be asking to men to destroy her husband's cock.

Since the men were now standing almost in front of me, I could see them raise the whips and knew that the strokes to come would surely render me unconscious. I could only pray that my darling wife would then take pity on me and stop the punishment.

Erik's whip was the first to taste the flesh of my cock. It struck across the top of the shaft, and I could instantly see red stripes appear. Robbie's whip then came whistling down in nearly the same place. I heard one of them say, "Do you want top or bottom?"

That question didn't make any sense to my addled brain, until I felt the next stroke strike the underside of my penis, immediately followed by another blow on the top of the shaft. I looked down in wonder at the cock standing there, wondering whose it was and how the thing could still be erect when what was being done to it must cause so much agony. I slowly raised my head and looked at the two women standing in front of me, one behind the other, with the one behind reaching around the one in front and jerking on her nipples while pinching them viciously. Soon I saw the one in front arch her back and scream as loudly as I had done a short time ago. The scream brought me back from wherever I had been, and I realized that my wife had just had an orgasm while watching my genitals being whipped to tatters.

Chrissy took several seconds to recover from her orgasm. In that amount of time, the whips had changed their target from my cock to my balls. Since I was hanging with my legs close together, they couldn't find much of a target. The pain was barely noticeable now, but I now knew that the things being tortured were mine, and that I'd pay the price in agonizing pain as soon as the pain killers from my brain wore off.

Chrissy signaled the men to stop, and they turned to look at her and Gloria. She said, "I think that's enough for now. We need to save some for the next station." Gloria said, "No! Let's end it here and now. Let them castrate him and get it over with. You don't need him."

Chrissy turned to Gloria and kissed her, saying, "Not now, my love. Soon though. Soon." My heart froze at those words, and I knew I was losing the most precious thing to me in the whole world. I began to sob.

Gloria said, "Don't be fooled by his tears. If he were really sad, his little pee-pee wouldn't be bobbing around with snot dripping out of the end." I looked down at my penis, and saw that she was right. The traitorous thing was doing all she said, and more. It was jerking up and down now, and each bob of its head caused small drops of my jism to fall to the floor.

Chrissy said, "It's useless to try to get him to lose a hard on. I know from long experience that the worthless little thing has a mind of its own. Now let him down so I can show him what else we had planned for him to enjoy."

Gloria walked to the winch, and soon I could feel the rope lowering me to the floor. My feet touched the carpet, but wouldn't support my body. As I was lowered more, my knees felt the floor, and were able to hold me from falling over.

Chrissy removed the rope from my wrists, then knelt beside me. "Please don't believe anything I say about wanting to get rid of you. We're just tying to make a tape as a special request, and I have to say those things. You surely know that I love you with all my heart." I looked into her eyes, and could see the sincerity and fear there. I nodded my head, being unable to speak, but feeling such a welling of love in my heart that I thought it would burst.

Gloria came up beside me, saying, "Since you're down there, maybe you should just suck off these nice young men who have treated you so lovingly tonight. I see that you're still hot for them, and they have nice hard ons for you. Would you like to do that before you stand up?"

I looked at Erik and Robbie standing before me with their hands on the other's erection. I couldn't bear the thought of having those things in my mouth again, and struggled to my feet. Chrissy whispered to me, "That's my sweet lover. Just one more station for you tonight. Please try to be brave when you see what it is."

I was no longer fantasizing about being tortured, and refused to believe that anything to follow could be as bad as what had already come. I vowed to take what came, and to make my wife proud. I knew that I could show her that my love for her was greater than Gloria's.

Chrissy again handed the ribbons to the two men, and then turned to walk to the next station. As the lights went down above us, they brightened in a far corner of the basement. As we neared the area, I saw what was there and tried to pull back. The men jerked the ribbons that had been pinned to the head of my cock, and continued to lead me forward.

As Chrissy stepped into the pool of light, she pointed towards a device setting on the floor. My heart froze as I saw that it was an oversize version of a potty chair, and I knew that it was the "closet" she had described to me. The concrete floor was bare here, and I could see the four metal rings fastened to the floor just as she had described. I refused to believe that she would make me do this.

Chrissy again pointed to the floor, and said one word, "Down!" Her nipples were once again erect, and it was obvious to me that she was becoming more and more turned on. I felt the tears begin to flow from my eyes as I realized that she not only wanted me to be tied beneath the chair, she was being aroused by the thought of what I would soon be enduring.

I dropped to my knees, then lay down on the floor. Even though I knew the floor must be cold, to my tortured body it seemed to be burning. There was no further resistance left in me. As soon as I was on my back, my four torturers took my wrists and ankles and quickly tied them to the metal rings. Chrissy then lifted the chair over my head and said, "Open wide, lover. Snack time."

I opened my mouth and she lowered the chair into position, with the funnel in my mouth. She then leaned down and checked to see that everything was in place. I then heard her ask Gloria, "Do you think he'll need the ring to be inflated?"

I heard Gloria reply, "No doubt about it. Pump it up extra tight. We want to make sure he gets every single morsel."

Chrissy reached under the seat of the chair, where I could see a small rubber bulb. There was a small plastic hose running from the bulb to the part of the funnel that was in my mouth. As she pumped the bulb, I could feel something growing between my widespread teeth.

"I forgot to tell you about that part, sweetie. It's to keep you from wasting anything. After all, the three of us worked pretty hard here for you tonight, so the least you can do is appreciate it."

I was completely resigned to my fate at this point, and lay quietly waiting for whatever happened. I didn't have long to wait, for Chrissy said, "Gloria, as my friend and lover, would you do first honors?"

The funnel was clear glass or plastic, and I could see Gloria standing above me through the seat of the chair. She sneered at me and said, "You'd better be damned hungry and thirsty, you worthless turd eater. I've haven't taken a shit in two days just to get a nice load ready for you." She then settled into position on the chair.

As I watched her pussy and asshole above me, I couldn't help but marvel how much they looked like those of my beloved wife. However, I knew that those areas on my wife were the most delightful miracles on this earth, and on Gloria they were simply openings in the body.

As I stared at the sight above me, I saw her asshole begin to push downward, and then to open slightly. Soon I saw something brown protruding from the hole, and as I watched in fascination it grew longer and longer. When it had reached a length of about eight inches, it dropped free of its former home. It landed against the side of the funnel and started to slide slowly toward my mouth.

I tried to push my tongue against the outlet of the funnel, in the futile attempt to keep the foul material out of my mouth. There was no way I could do that, and I soon felt the thing against my tongue. I was determined to not swallow it, but didn't know how else to get rid of it. The problem was soon solved for me as Gloria released a stream of pungent yellow piss into the funnel.

I knew that my choice now was to either swallow or drown. I tried to mash the turd against the sides of my mouth to reduce its size, and was successful to a small degree. When I finally swallowed the thing, washed down by the piss, it took three attempts.

Gloria had bent over to watch my attempts to take her offering. When she saw that the first turd was gone, she soon rewarded me with another, followed shortly by another drink. I could see Chrissy bent down to floor level, watching in fascination as I swallowed mouthful after mouthful of Gloria's shit and piss.

When she had finally emptied her bowel and bladder, she stood up from the chair. I was shocked to hear Chrissy say to her, "You gave him lots more than you ever did me."

Gloria said, "Yes, my pet. Just be patient. Your's will come in due time."

Chrissy then told Erik he was next and he walked up to the chair. I was sick with loathing of having to accept and swallow his shit. When he stood before the chair and directed his stream into the funnel, I tried to swallow without thinking about the source of this liquid. I was strangely grateful when he walked away without sitting on the chair. Robbie repeated this action, and I again swallowed the mouthful of piss.

Chrissy leaned down to me and whispered, "I'm saving mine for when we get home, my love. I like it better when I can feel your mouth licking me." She then deflated the ring that was holding the funnel in place, and then lifted the potty chair off me. I saw the other three standing there expectantly, and was instantly fearful that my torture was to continue. I knew that I had just about reached my limit, and even given my devotion to my wife, was afraid that I would soon beg for release.

Chrissy also knew that I was at the end of my rope, and whispered in my ear, "This is the last little thing, my dearest love. Please hang on." I tried to gather my courage for whatever would be done to me next, and waited with resignation.

Chrissy then moved until she was kneeling beside my cock. She motioned the other three to also take up positions around me. After releasing the catch on each of the safety pins in the head of my cock, she handed one ribbon to each of the others. She looked deep into my eyes and said, "Would you like to cum now, faggot?" I nodded my head, for I knew that was what I wanted more than anything in the world right now. My cock had been at least semi-hard for as long as I could remember, and I had not been allowed to have an orgasm for two weeks. My case of blue balls was extreme.

Chrissy then yelled, "Pull!". The ribbons were jerked forcefully, pulling the pins from my flesh. I saw my blood literally shooting from my tortured cock head, and then heard my darling yelling at me, "Cum now, you little queer! Shoot your slime! I order you to do it now!"

Even though tied spreadeagle to the cold concrete floor, my body seemed to lift into the air with the force of my orgasm. I saw blood fountaining from the wounds in my dick, accompanied by gobbets of my semen shooting almost as high above me. Every lash of the whips was being released with my spasms, and every pain and humiliation I had endured through this long night.

Finally, even the ungodly amount of sperm that was stored in my body came to an end, and I fell back to the floor. The blood flowing from my tortured flesh was now but a trickle, and my penis began to deflate, soon settling to my abdomen, where it lay like some lifeless worm. I thought with horror that it was now dead, and would never again be able to give my wife and me so much pleasure. I lowered my head to the cold floor and began to pass out.

Chrissy began to cry then, and she yelled to the others to untie me. When I had been released from the bonds, I was carried to a nearby table and laid tenderly on the top. I could hear Erik and Robbie talking to Gloria, saying that they had never seen a man able to take as much punishment as they had given me this evening. They seemed to be discussing some sort of financial arrangements, but by then my brain was not functioning and I couldn't understand what they were saying.

Chrissy pulled the hood from my head, then fell across my chest and pulled me to her. She was hugging and kissing me, and crying with such racking sobs that she couldn't speak. Finally she regained her composure enough to say, "Oh, my sweet, sweet love. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Have I lost you forever because of the stupid things we did to you?" She continued sobbing.

My shoulders were aching so badly that I thought I would be unable to place my arms around her, but I finally managed to do so. I pulled her even closer to me, and whispered, "My love, you'll have to do lots more than that to get rid of me. You must know that I love you more than my own life."

She then whispered to me, "Thank you. We're going to get you upstairs and in bed now. Just hang on and I'll explain everything then." When she stood up, I could see that Erik and Robbie were gone. Don was storing his camera equipment, and Gloria was putting away the equipment that had been used to torture me.

Chrissy said to them, "Come help me get him upstairs. Hurry." They came to the table and helped me to my feet, then half-carried me up the stairs and into the guest bedroom. Don left as soon as I was settled, and Gloria left after saying to me, "You did good, kid. Nothing less than I expected, though. I've never seen anyone who loves it like you do."

I was almost in shock at hearing her words. Here was the woman who a short time before had been ridiculing me, and had tried to get my wife to agree to my castration. Now she was saying that she was pleased with my "performance". What in Hell was going on?

I was lying on my side, trying to protect my bloodied butt and my throbbing genitals at the same time. Chrissy was using a dampened cloth to remove the blood from my ass and legs. I lay there quietly, enjoying the attentions of my angel. Finally she told me, "I'm going to clean these cuts with alcohol. It's going to sting like Hell, so hang on. You were blacked out the last time, so probably didn't feel it."

I braced myself for the added pain, but when it came it was much more than I had anticipated. I cried out, then tried to hold my mouth shut as the fire raged in my flesh. Chrissy was sobbing again, and as she applied a large sterile pad and tape to the area, she began to explain.

"Erik and Robbie make films for homosexuals to buy. They contacted Gloria several weeks ago, wanting to know if she knew of a man who could handle some pretty extreme stuff, yet still stay hard. Of course, she thought of you right away. When she asked me if we could use you, it seemed like a good idea. I knew that you'd been having homosexual fantasies, even though you wouldn't admit it, and the more I thought about watching you sucking and fucking other men, the hotter I got."

"When the boys sent their suggestions for a script, I told Gloria that it seemed pretty extreme. She told me that they would pay us $10,000 for the session, and she wanted to do it. I was able to make some changes in what would be done to you. They originally wanted to whip your entire body, not just your ass and cock, and they wanted your legs tied as wide as they'd go so they could whip your balls. I told them that would be too much to expect you to endure, so the script was changed."

"When you were under the chair, they wanted to make you eat their shit, as well as drink their piss, but I said no. They also wanted Gloria to whip your cock and balls when she was sitting there, but I knew that by that time, you would have had more whipping than you could stand. I tried to do everything I could to make it easier for you, my sweet love. Please don't hate me." She was again sobbing, and I turned to take her into my arms, even though that meant that I had to rest on my tortured ass.

I tried in every way I could to reassure her, and finally she kissed me. She immediately pulled away, then smiled and said, "Yuck! What in Hell have you been eating anyway? You smell like shit!" She smiled, then started laughing. I tried to join in, but the throbbing pain in my entire body just hurt too much.

Chrissy noticed my pain, and said that she'd finish the cleaning as quickly as she could, then give me something to put me to sleep. She began to use the cloth to wipe my genitals, and I hear her say softly, "Jesus Christ in Heaven. Don't you ever quit?"

I looked at my crotch, and saw that my cock was slowly stiffening. She looked at me, smiled, and said, "Don't you dare get another hard on. Gloria doesn't want blood all over this room. I think maybe you need this right now."

She then picked up a hypodermic syringe that was laying on a nightstand beside the bed. She removed the plastic protector from the needle, then inserted it into the base of my hardening cock. As soon as she pressed the plunger, I could feel a sensation of cold, which soon spread throughout my cock and balls, and even into a small area of my abdomen.

My cock began to shrink, and fell back against my stomach. Chrissy then completed her cleanup job, and applied more alcohol to my cock to disinfect the wounds.

I knew that my brain was demanding sleep as soon as possible, but there was one question I had to ask first. "Did you mean the part about Gloria stretching your nipples?"

Chrissy looked at me in puzzlement for a split second, then understood the question. "Good God, no! She'd have one Hell of a time ever doing something like that to me. That was just something the boys wanted in the film. They said that way it would appeal to some of their women customers also, and they could sell more of the things."

As I drifted off, I murmered, "And what about you being under the chair for her?" Again Chrissy expressed surprise, and denied that anything like that could ever happen. She said, "My sweet husband, you're the only shit eater in this family. And now you even have a blue ribbon to prove it." She broke into laughter as she walked out of the room, and I slipped into blackness too soon to join in.

To be continued . . .