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Obscene Proposal 2: The Penectomy
After my lesbian boss (Cassandra Quisling) paid me a million dollars to cut off and eat my balls, I thought that my wife and I could live in luxury for a long time together. But I hadn't counted on my wife Cindy paying her half of the million back at the time for just one bite of my cooked balls. And though the doctor had told me that I could continue to have erections and orgasms with my cock, that only desire would be slightly diminished, I found that just wasn't the case. Even watching the video Cassandra had provided us of the experience, which was the most erotic in my life, failed to stir my cock even slightly. I was turned on beyond belief in my mind, but my dick seemed to have given up the ghost. I tried masturbating until my hand got tired, but no relief was in sight. I tried several psychiatrists and hypnotists to cure my "impotence" or "psychological block", but to no avail except that it ate deeply into our savings. Not even Cindy's sexy body, hands and tongue could coax any life into "Little Dick". (Not that my penis was small, it was a good 10 inches, that was just my wife's pet name for it since my name was Dick.) Cindy was getting very sexually frustrated. She had experienced a kind of sexual awakening in torturing my balls in the weeks before my castration, but now I had only a limp penis. To make it up to her, I let her have access to the rest of the money, and she consoled herself with expensive shopping trips for things like furs and jewelry. She bought a big-screen TV to watch the castration tape on while I licked her, but she felt like she deserved more. Against my better judgment, Cindy started spending time with Cassandra. I knew they shopped and talked, but I did not realize how much more until the day Cindy came home and I noticed that she had a shaved pussy. I asked when and why she had done that. She said, "Do you like it? I think it makes the sensations of cunnilingus so much more intense." "How do you know, we haven't tried it yet." She smiled enigmatically. I was enraged. "You mean that you have been CHEATING on me with Cassandra?!!" "Don't you dare raise your voice to ME, limp-dick! I wouldn't have to if you were even half a man and got past that dumb psychological block or whatever! Do you expect me to do without? Would you prefer that I left you for another man, one who could get it up occasionally?" I was hurt and confused. I'd never seen her like this. I apologized, I begged for forgiveness. She forgave me and said, "Besides, I saw how you were looking at all those women playing with each other at the mansion. You kind of get off thinking of me doing it with another woman, don't you?" I nodded and she told me about what they had done, how the other woman's pussy tasted, and more, but my dick stayed limp. When she saw that even this didn't work, she stomped off in a huff. Six months after the castration, I still couldn't get it up. I also couldn't get the image of the two of them out of my mind. Our money was running out and our marriage was in serious trouble. Then one day Cindy came home with a big smile on her face and said, "I have the answer to all our troubles." "Really, let's hear it." "I was talking to Cassie about your impotent dick and she had a wonderful idea. She is willing to pay an additional million for your cock. You don't use it anyway, and at this rate I doubt you ever will." I was flabbergasted, but eventually, as you might guess, I caved in and agreed that it would be for the best. It is amazing that most men will do anything for pussy even when there is no chance of getting any. "Great," she said, "I'll give Cassandra a call." After the limo ride to the estate, I was ushered to a part of the house I had not seen before. It was an S&M dungeon. There were various instruments of bondage and torture on the walls and scattered around, though several items of comfortable furniture such as a couch and large padded chairs were mixed in. My wife signed the papers and showed me where to sign. I didn't even bother to read them. I was taken to a metal table and strapped down. I noticed that the straps were across not just my ankles and wrists, but my torso, abdomen, shins, thighs, and upper and lower arms, so as to completely immobilize me. Everyone from before was there to watch the humiliating final surrender of my manhood, plus a woman I'd never seen before wearing a leather apron. Cassandra was there in another outrageous outfit with a large black dog on a diamond-studded leash. She laughed when she saw me. She waltzed over to me and placed a ball gag in my mouth, "So your screams won't bother everyone." Then she leaned over and whispered in my right ear, "I had the doctor here sever the nerves to your penis while she cut off your balls last time. I knew you'd be back." I tried to struggle and get free, tried to warn Cindy that we'd been tricked, but escape was impossible now. The doctor was talking, "It will be about two inches longer than it appears now, as there is part of the penis that is buried inside, so the result will be a foot long." Cassandra said, "Wonderful. I can hardly wait. Doctor, you may begin." She draped an arm casually across Cindy's back. "Isn't your husband such a dear, doing this for you and me? He's so self-sacrificing and giving of himself." Cindy only nodded, watching the doctor descend with the scalpel. I was able to watch the operation in a mirror as I had before. The pain of her actually cutting into me was incredible. Incredibly, as the knife touched the base of my cock, I actually got one last hard-on. I looked at Cindy, hoping that she might change her mind at the last minute and decide there was hope for the two of us. Then the doctor sawed and cut and sliced and my consciousness fled. When I came to my senses, I saw the doctor lifting up the slab of meat that was my severed cock like it was a sausage (somehow she must have tied off blood vessels so that it remained full of blood and erect) and put it into a plate in the hands of the unidentified woman, who took it to Cassandra, who gripped it and held it dripping above her head in triumph as the others applauded her. She put it back on the plate and the new woman spirited it out of the room. The doctor stitched me up quickly and efficiently, as though she cut dicks off men every day. A small hole was left for me to pee through. They then all left the room, following Cassandra. I was all alone. After several hours, Cassandra entered the room, absolutely stunningly nude except for an item to which my eyes were drawn instantly, a strap-on dildo harness, but mounted on it was my own cock in its full erect splendor. My mouth hung open foolishly agog. I barely noticed the others file in behind her. She gloated, "I see you are impressed. Yes, a fine piece of equipment, NOW. I'm sure it will serve me better than it ever did you. After all, I can keep this hard-on forever. Yes, sweet Cindy told me about your inability to keep it up long enough to satisfy her." She laughed. "Yes, the taxidermist did an excellent job with what she had to work with, and so quickly too." I now knew who the new woman was. I grunted and she had a maid remove the ball-gag. "I thought you were going to have it prepared to eat, like you did my balls?" "Stupid male. In the past I've had animal penis prepared as a dish. It doesn't taste good at all. All gristle and blood vessels. You make me gag at the very thought. Eat this?" she exclaimed as she held up the skinned-looking bloody remains of my once proud penis. "It is only fit for dogs. In fact, come here Man-Eater." The large black Doberman bitch came up, tail wagging. She threw the gory mess down on the tile floor. The dog hungrily descended upon it, biting it in two, which sight made me feel the pain of separation all over again, and then ravenously swallowed the morsels. I was most disturbed that she then looked at me, as if hungry for more from where that came from. Cassandra was quite amused at the little tableau. She said, "No, rather than eating your disgusting dick, I thought a better symbolism would be if I made yours my own, to show that a woman can take absolutely ANYTHING a man can have. Come here, Cindy dear." My wife stepped forward obediently. Her nipples were erect with horniness. "Yes, Mistress," she breathed. "Cindy, how could you?!" I screamed. "You heard her, the doctor took away my erections. It was a trick, I could still please you now if she'd only played fair!" Cindy stared at me, coolly and aloofly, without a trace of love or desire. "You, Dickless, NEVER satisfied me. I'm GLAD I don't have to suffer any more of your clumsy pawings or your quick in-out. This way I can have the feeling of being stuffed by a huge cock, without the disappointment of premature ejaculation!" I was stunned. "Did I never please you? I thought you at least enjoyed my tongue!" "I only said I liked it better than your fumbling fucking. Since I've been here, I've learned what real pleasure is like, what only another woman knows how to do to a woman. Now shut up, eunuch, I want to get my first GOOD fucking, by a woman." Cindy got down on her knees and put her mouth on my severed cock. She licked it and made it moist, ready to enter her. Cassandra told her to get up on the table, to squat yet again over my head. She told me to lick. Obediently, my will crushed and my ego defenceless, I did as she ordered. My eyes widened with amazement as Cassandra guided her dildo, which was once my dick, into my wife's dripping twat. I'd never seen Cindy lubricate so much or so quickly for me. Cassandra picked up her tempo, thrusting in and out, burying it in her to the very hilt and pulling out almost to the tip, then plunging it back in again. I couldn't believe that she was fucking my wife with my own cock! How could I have ever imagined that I would ever see my cock fucking my wife so close up, yet be unable to feel anything. The sight was tremendously arousing, yet there was no way I could get off, so the feeling just built and built with no end in sight. I matched the pace of my licking to Cassandra's fucking, and soon my wife was spasming in convulsions over my head. The squeezing of her thighs felt like they might break my neck or even crack my skull. Eventually, she rolled off and said, "Thank you, Mistress." My tongue was sore and I thought I might get a rest until Cassandra said, "OK, who wants to be next!" I serviced all of them: the maids, chauffeur, doctor, chef, taxidermist, and the lawyer. Cassandra was a real fucking machine, determined to get as much out of her new toy as she could. She taunted me all the while, teasing me that I bet I never thought I'd get my cock into so many cunts, especially in one evening! She said I should feel honored, my dick was fucking lesbian pussies that had never had a man before and swore they never would. I was absolutely red with embarrassment, listening to their laughter and insults, yet incapable of refusing them anything. Cassandra herself came more than a dozen times, obviously the stuffed cock's base was exerting pressure on her clit. Finally, though, she stopped to rest. But I was not to rest, as she said, "OK, who wants to use it now?" All hands went up. Cassandra chose Cindy, saying, "Guess its time for you to feel how it feels from the other end of this thing." She slipped it sensuously down her legs and gave it to my wife, who put it on eagerly, and stood looking down at it, stroking it, obviously feeling powerful. "Who will be your first, dear?" asked Cassandra. Again, all hands (save Cassandra's) went up. Cindy grinned evilly. "My first victim will be... my erstwhile husband." Looks of initial disappointment around the room changed to calculated interest. Cindy told the others, "Release him, turn him over, and hold him down." I started to protest, but Cindy said, "Remember when you wanted to ass-fuck me? I said it would hurt, but you kept on and on until I finally gave in just to shut you up. I could barely walk OR sit down for three days after that. Now I want you to know how it felt." The others clapped their approval and the black attorney shouted, "That's telling him, sister." She didn't add any lubrication, I guess I was lucky that there was so much pussy juice coating it. She stuck the head in (of my own cock!) in the entrance of my anus, and bore down. It felt huge, like a telephone pole. I felt as though I would split in two. She continued, inch by agonizing inch. I began to wish I had been born with a tiny penis, or at least an average size one. At last it was buried up to the hilt. I was begging her, "OK, it hurts, please, I'm sorry, just pull it out." "Hell, no, I'm just getting started. You are going to get the full treatment, from me and then from any of the rest of these ladies that want to." From the noises the others made, I knew I would be getting it from all of them eventually. At this time the chauffeur slid her shaved cunt in front of me and pushed my face into it. I began licking obediently. "That's the way to shut him up," someone said. Cindy began fucking my ass, first slowly, then picking up speed. She was getting off on it, fucking her husband, the focus of all her resentment. I felt her pubic mound slamming against my ass-cheeks which she started slapping with her palms over and over again. She came again and again. She said, "God, that's a kick, fucking the shit out of my ball-less, dickless wimp husband. I'm going to tell my married friends about this. We can form a castration society. It'd be a great way to get more of these wonderful stuffed cock strap-ons and scrumptious balls to eat." Cassandra liked the idea a lot. "We wouldn't even have to pay. Lots of women would be happy to get rid of their useless, no-account husbands. We could lure them here with promises of sex with a bunch of women, then once they've been operated on, it's too late!" They discussed the details of their plan to get more 'recruits' while my ex-cock was passed around, and each of them used it to fuck me. After a while, I felt a strange sensation in my ass. It had been so long that it took me a while to recognize it, but then I realized I was actually coming. When all had finished with me, my ass was sore and bleeding, but I had discovered that I had one source of orgasm remaining to me, being fucked in the ass, probably having something to do with the prostate. Bored with me, they began to play with each other, pulling out more plastic strap-ons and double-headed dildos to supplement the much-coveted stuffed cock. I watched my wife get double-penetrated vaginally and anally by the doctor and lawyer. Funny, she seemed to enjoy being butt-fucked now, at least by them. I got turned-on again watching them all in a daisy-chain, and my ass pulsed, wishing there was someone who would fuck me. After they had all been satisfied, Cassandra remembered me. She asked if any of them had any use for me, was I worth anything as a pussy-licker or an asshole to fuck. To my dismay, none of them, from stranger to wife, thought I was useful for much of anything. "Well then, what shall we do with the rest of you?" she said and laughed evilly. [Part 3 will be several alternate endings for the fate of poor, dickless Dick. Send in your ideas, they may be used!] Ending 1 (eunuch slave) "Let's just keep him as he is, as a reminder of what useless things males are," Cindy said. "Besides, I'm sure there are some duties you wouldn't want to defile a female slave with. How about human toilet, for instance? In fact, I have to pee now. How about the rest of you ladies?" They pissed in my mouth and have since done even more humiliating things.
She loans me out a lot to her dominant lesbian friends. They know I can't pose any sexual threat to them. They take out a lot of their frustrations towards men on me. Ending 2 (feminization) "Well, since you're definitely not a man anymore, we might as well go all the way and get rid of all those ugly male attributes. Doctor, I want Dickless here scheduled for a full course of mega-hormone therapy and plastic surgery to make it 'pretty'." She turned back to me. "But I don't want you forgetting that in my eyes you will never be a true woman, you will always be bottom of the totem pole here, and you will service any servant here as your mistress unless any order should contravene an order of mine. Understood!?" I nodded meek understanding. After all, what else could I do? Any life on the outside would be as something less than man or woman, and I could only hope to find any sort of fulfillment here in Mistress Cassandra's mansion. Over the next few months, the skillful hands of the doctor transformed me into a beautiful woman in all but genetic code. I was taught to act as a woman, walk and talk as a woman. I learned to give cunnilingus the way my mistresses desired. But nothing got me off so much as being fucked in the ass or in my new cunt by the stuffed strap-on that was once my cock. It is only then that I feel complete. [Note to writers of Transgendered stories. This version of the ending to Obscene Proposal is much shorter than I would like. Anyone who wants to can flesh this out or even do a complete rewrite of this section. Post them or e-mail to me directly if you don't wish to post. I will choose one to be the 'official' new ending on all my subsequent reposts. I do ask that you not copyright the work. Information wants to be free.] Ending 3 (cannibalism)
That the answer was what it was was shocking enough, but the fact that it came from the mouth of the woman I married and had thought to support by making the ultimate sacrifice a man could make, was more than I could bear. You see, it seems that there was one more ultimate sacrifice she wanted from me. "I say we eat him." Even Cassandra seemed caught off-guard, "My, you wicked girl. Cannibalism of the whole man? To be sure I have entertained such thoughts, it would truly be the ultimate symbol of woman's complete domination of man... I love the way your mind works! You are truly worthy to be a full partner with me." She kissed her forcefully on the lips. She turned to the chef, "Can you do this, do you have what you need?" "Yes, mistress. Judging from the size, I'd say a roast or barbecue would be best, it would take about 12 hours." "Terrific. A barbecue sounds delightful. I think I shall throw a party, invite many of my friends. Would he serve, say, 20, counting us here of course." "Yes, mistress, 20 would be about right." "Excellent. I shall send out the invitations for next Friday. We will have a 'Meet the Meat' dinner Friday night, so the guests can see just what they will be getting, and you can have him ready for consumption noon on Saturday. The guests will sleep over Friday night of course. Oh, I do hope that the Duchess can make it..." During the next week, I was variously used by all the women of the house. They had taken to stretching my ass with their fists, baseball bats, and humongous dildos, partly for fun, partly because I was to be stuffed with stuffing, and this would make it easier. They fed me well, hoping to fatten me up before the party. I must admit, the chef had a master touch, even with non-testicular foods. The doctor had given me an injection of something that caused all my body hair to fall out, giving me an alien appearance. During this time my stitches had healed and I was almost completely smooth down there. On Friday night, the guests arrived. They were all rich lesbians. One was Cassandra's daughter, home from college in Europe. Others were surprising as some were the cream of the crop socially, the wives and daughters of politicians and men of high finance. I couldn’t imagine feeding a better class of people. They brought their own slaves, some female, some eunuchs like myself, who wouldn’t be participating in the feast.
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