Since the memorable New Year’s Eve, my cock had more pussy than any time in the rest of my life. At least, the pair of dildos molded from my cock had. Beth had become a regular visitor, and although many nights my Mistresses chose Sapphic domination of their wet pussied, eager slave girl, on others, Beth was treated to fucking by Judith or Blaise, or both. After a week in which these sessions happened almost nightly, Mistress Judith had casually ordered Beth to break her lease, and move in. Although there was a spare bedroom available upstairs, on the day Beth arrived, Mistress ordered me to put her few things, mainly a large collection of beautiful panties, bras and nightgowns in my room. I started to gather my own things, even fewer, a pair of leather cuffs, a dildo harness and take the from the room, when Mistress Blaise stopped me , grabbing my balls tightly and squeezing them as she looked into my eyes.

Looking into Blaise’s eyes, fixed with intention, I felt a surge of desire for her erupt in me. She was so very beautiful, I found myself mesmerized by her face, wreathed in the wild mane of red hair that always looked fresh from a tumble in the sack. Her green eyes, her high cheekbones, her gorgeous lips, her high firm, C-cup cleavage in the tight-bodiced dress, and the feel of her blood red nails lightly penetrating the spongy flesh of my scrotum. This was a woman for whom a man might make any sacrifice. As if sacrificing my right to orgasm, or even to touch my own cock for the past four months wasn’t enough. So rapt was my attention on her physical beauty, that her husky voice conveyed no meaning the first time she asked the question.

“I SAID, where do you think you’re going, slave?” Blaise smiled icily as she drew back her hand and gave my balls a slap.

“No where Mistress. “ I stammered, “I mean I don’t know Mistress.” Her hand slapped into my defenseless sac much harder, and I felt it as if in slow motion, the slap followed by my miserably swollen balls, popping through the gaps between her fingers then as my knees crumpled, and pain exploded into my belly, my ball squeezing back through her fingers.

“The first answer was right slave.” I struggled to my feet, my ball sac swinging like bulging like a water balloon. My nuts had become much heavier and intensely sensitive in the absence of cumming for so long. Yet the teasing kept me producing sperm as never before. Now just the sight of Mistress Judith or Mistress Blaise parading naked before me began a continual stream of precum from the piss hole of my cock prison. When they teased me, or made me watch them with their various lovers, I would be forced to lick up a puddle of precum from the floor after they were done. “Now put your things away and get into the living room. There’s a lot of preparation to do!”

My head was filled with confusion. “Preparation. For what ?” “And what about Beth’s stuff in my room?” Was I to be put out of my bed, into the upstairs room? A slap on the ass brought me back to reality.

“Go!” I did, and as an after thought, Blaise called behind me, “Happy Valentine’s Day!” In the torment of teasing, and serving, never leaving the house, I had lost track of days , time and anything except the regular presence of Mistress Judith’s cunt in my face, demanding her daily orgasms. Rather than loosing interest, she seemed to be enjoying my oral services more than ever these days.

Only the day before, she had sat on her velvet chair like a queen in a throne, me kneeling before her, hands clasped behind my back as I swirled my tongue rapidly around the swollen head of her clit, pursed between my tenderly sucking lips.

“Fuck yes, Fuuuk yesss.” she hissed, sucking her breath in between closed teeth. She grabbed the back of my head, and began thrusting her hips forward as if she was fucking my face with her clit. “ Suck me. Suuuuccck! Ahhh!”

Judith cried out in unadulterated pleasure, bucking the sexy musk of her cunt into my face a few more times before I let her tender bud slip from my lips. “God, this is so exciting slave. It seems like the longer you go without cumming, the harder it gets me off.” She groaned as she slid her bottom back from the chair edge.

“Stand up.” I stood. She ran her manicured nails through my chest hair and across my belly and thighs, teasing close to my balls. “Ooh, you must be so tired of having your little toy all locked away. “

“Yes Mistress.”

“Watching all these beautiful women get off in your face, doesn’t it make you kind of crazy? I mean, I get to cum three or four times a day, and honestly slave, your situation excites me so much, I just want to cum more.” She reached out, running her hand over the curved metal tube as if stroking my cock, and I whimpered with lust. “Ooh, poor boy. You want to touch it so bad don’t you. I can’t imaging going six months without, mmmm, aaaah, touching my pussy, “ she said, circling a pretty finger around her swollen labia. A thin stream of precum dripped from the end of my prision, and she scooped it up, holding her fingers up to my mouth. I sucked them clean automatically.

“Don’t worry. In a few weeks,” she said grasping my penis tube like a handle, ”this will all be over.” And this,” she said with a tug,” will be all gone. Forever. So soon.” she said, her voice trembling with excitement, as she rolled her swollen nipple between her fingers. “Now. Get down there and please me, you cockless wonder!”

Now as I stood in the living room, I nervously wondered what we were preparing for. The Doorbell rang, and I went, clad only in my chastity belt, expecting one of mistresses many friends. Instead, when I opened the door, I was greeted by two burly guys. They looked me up and down, and the younger one sniggered,” What the fuck are you?”

“I… I welll I…”

“Shit, never mind. Where do you want the stuff?”

“Stuff?”

“For the wedding.”

“Wedding?”

“Jesus, is there anyone else here?” Mistress Judith appeared in full leather domme gear. “Slave, “ she said, “ show these men to the living room. They are to clear the sofas away and set up the chairs so the aisle goes up to the fireplace There is where the wedding arch goes.”

The men fell to work, transforming the room into a little chapel with my help, until mistress Blaise pulled me aside. “The guests will be here in an hour. Put the champagne on ice in the kitchen, and then go take the best shower of your life, and meet me in the attic room. My heart sunk. I was to be replaced by Beth. And was it possible my mistress was getting remarried? On Valentine’s Day? I was convinced that my divorce with Judith was real. After all Blaise was an lawyer. As I left the room, I reflected that I hadn’t seen Beth since her arrival. And I swore I heard Mike, the huge hung stud talking down the hall with Mistress Judith.

Upon greeting Blaise in the upstairs room, she surprised me with a lingering, wet kiss. “Well, well slave, you can thank me for this Valentine’s Day treat…” Her perfect tits were jutting from the top of a cupless white satin bustier, that ended at her hips with a micro mini skirt of translucent silk. She wore white fishnets, and white patent platform pumps, and a white leather g-string.

“You’re so beautiful I…”

“I know,” she said with a giggle “like a bride should be.” I must have looked as crestfallen as I felt, because she planted another kiss on me quickly, and said, “Hey, don’t be sad. It’s your special day too. It’s not every day a guy gets married.”

“Me?”

“Yes, you. You see, in only six weeks, your chastity belt is coming off forever. And we are finally gonna give you the ultimate orgasm.” As she spoke, she put new leather cuffs, studded with rhinestones onto my wrists and ankles, and locked them into place with small brass pad locks. “Almost ready.”

“But…”

“No buts. See I just want to make sure you’re as worked up as possible before the final orgasm of your slavery. Hmmm… one last detail,” she said, fitting a bowtie with a studded leather around my neck. She wiped the lipstick from my face, and reapplied her own. “C’mon, the music’s started.” I watched her lithe form, floating down the stairs, and followed heavily, fearing the worst.

The Cermony

I felt the knot in my stomach tighten, as I walked into the back of the living room. The chairs were filled with guests, mostly women, but a few cowed looking males among the bunch. The keyboard player beamed , and began playing the wedding march. the first to walk down the aisle was Mike, the huge hung stud, who I was surprised to see was in a matching outfit to my own, with leather cuffs and ankle binders and bowtie. But unlike me, his cock was swinging free, which caused quite a stir among the women. At the altar, he turned left, and then turned to face the audience, his penis, dangling slightly turgid between his thighs like a fat baby’s leg. Blaise followed next in her white bridal outfit, her ass sashaying like a cat in heat as she walked up the aisle. Next, came Judith, my mistress, ex wife, surprisingly also wearing a white outfit matching Blaise’s to a tee. I remembered with some irony, that this statuesque beauty had once walked down the aisle for me, and with disbelief that I could not sexually satisfy her because of low desire. Now, her radiant smile, ice blue eyes,the firm mounds of her breasts spilling over the bustier, and the blush in her cheeks set me on fire. When she reached the altar she turned and beckoned me, gesturing for me to stand beside Mike. As I moved forward, I noticed Mike’s eyes locked on my chastity tube, and his mammoth member twitched, beginning to rise slightly. His reaction was not lost on Blaise and Judith, who leaned close and whispered to each other.

When I reached the front, I realized I was standing in the “groom’s place.” And at that exact moment, Beth appeared. Her outfit was a match to Blaise and Judith’s, with the exception of sturdy white leather cuffs at wrist and ankle and a naked bush, all of which indicated her status as slave. Something about Beth’s lush, curvy 40 year old body made the outfit even more mesmerizing. I the crowd murmured it’s approval, and I noticed Mike’s cock was rising in response to her, or was it still my cock tube? He glanced back and forth between the beautiful woman making her way down the short aisle, and my locked up cock.As Beth reached the alter she took my hand, and turned to face the podium, where Mistress Judith now stood, as Mistress of ceremonies.

“We are here today to witness two weddings and a commitment ceremony. And I assure you, with the help of the Justice of the Peace and Blaise, they are all legally binding obligations.” First, the wedding of Slave Beth to Slave David. I can’t recall all the words, but I can’t ever forget the moment of Mike stepping forward and handing me the ring, or of placing it on Beth’s hand. When she raised her veil for the kiss, I swear I saw genuine love in her eyes. Locked in, as I was, unable to enjoy her lush young body, I felt my four months of utter sexual denial rise to a new level of frustration. And yet I could not tear myself away from her kisses or her teasing hands once she accepted my ring.

Tears fell from my eyes, as I trembled in an unimaginable torture of desire. I was married to the most beautiful woman in my experience, and her cunt was dripping wet and ready, but there was nothing I could do. She grabbed my metal belt, riding her juicy slit against the shiny chrome tube that replaced my eight inch cock as she practically smothered me with kisses. Beth and I came up for air after more than a minute of our tongues tangling, and I saw Blaise smiling cruelly, while she twisted one nipple between her fingers.

Mike, ushered Beth and I to one side of the altar, and I waited, expecting the worst. To see my gorgeous ex wed to that huge hung stud would be… ...but to my surprise, it was two brides next at the altar, Mistress Judith and Blaise. They exchanged rings tenderly, leaving no dry eye in the crowd of women. And when they kissed, a cheer erupted from the crowd. The Justice of the Peace walked back to her seat, and the mistresses stood hand in hand facing the crowd, and summoned Mike, who knelt before them, also facing the crowd.

“Now we are here for a very special commitment ceremony.” said Judith with a self satisfied smile. “As many of you know,April first will mark the end of Slave David’s chastity, but that will not be the end of our needs to be served by a chastised slave. Therefore, my new wife and I have agreed to allow Mike here, to surrender his manhood to our control for a year, following the same program which will soon bring slave David to his chastity's end with his ultimate orgasm. In fact, before slave David’s release, Mike will be locked away for the beginning of his own journey into submission.”

“Ladies,” said Blaise, “ I want to point out what a huge sacrifice Mike will be making, but also that he is making it of his own free will. To demonstrate his devotion, and also to further tease our chastised groom, Mike will be showing us what a huge sacrifice looks like. Blaise beckoned me, to center stage. I released my new bride’s hand reluctantly and followed her orders, lying down in center stage. Show them the sacrifice Mike. He complied, running his trembling hands over his shaft, as it slowly rose to it’s full ten-inch size, his tangerine sized cockhead flushed purple. “Oh my god,” a woman from the crowd gasped. “He’s giving up that?”

“Slave Mike?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Will you commit to follow the program of slave David in every way,to live to serve the pleasures of your mistresses, and to forever give up ownership of your cock to your two mistresses?”

“I will,” he said, breathing ragged as he continued to slowly stroke his raging meat through his fist.

“Sign,” commanded Judith, and he did, without reading, just as I had done. Blaise took a seal from the altar and she and Judith squeezed it together to finalize the document, and then kissed deeply. “It’s legal. You begin April first.” said Blaise with a smile, holding the document aloft, to the cheers of the crowd before locking it away in the same briefcase which had once held the paper depriving me of my wife, home, manhood, right to orgasm and freedom.

“Now slave, salute the belt. It’s just like the one you’ll be spending your next year in” said Judith. Blaise pushed my ankles apart and Mike knelt between my legs, rubbing his huge cock across it’s chrome curve, and across my dangling balls. He lay his balls against mine and rubbed his huge cock against my belly, and for a few moments, I could imagine what it was like to possess a cock which juts well past your navel. I imagined jacking it off as I felt the pencil thick veins and velvety head gliding against me. He was in full rut, his precum spilling all over my belly. His huge, heavy balls slammed against my painfully swollen ones, and I wondered, by the time he was in my position, just how huge his sac might get. And I wondered if he knew about the implied threat, that mistress Judith might free me, not just from chastity, but from possession of a penis.

Mike grunted as he rose to his knees, fist flying over his swollen member. “Permission to cum Mistress,” he stammered, and when she nodded , he exploded, crying out in ecstasy as he spurted jet after jet of cum onto my chastity belt, and my aching balls. He sat back on his haunches, breath heaving his muscular chest, his member slowl slumping towards the floor, muttering “Oh god, oh god, I did it, oh god.” I felt a small pang of pity for him, falling into my same trap, but that dissolved as Mistress Blaise ordered Beth to lick me clean. Her soft lips and eager tongue on my thighs, belly, balls and on the tube transported me to an ecstasy of edging frustration.

After, Mistress Judith toasted the “happy couple,” she sent us off to the “honeymoon suite,” which was really now our shared slave chamber. There, in spite of how much it tormented me, I made love with Beth in every way possible. We kissed and groped like school kids, and I kissed her all over, finally once again burying my face in her sweet musky cunt, sucking her huge, beautiful clit until we were both exhausted: her from multiple orgasms, me from frustration. As she slept in my arms, naked and gorgeous, I heard the groans of lovemaking from Mistresse's bedchamber, as Blaise and Judith used Mikes last weeks of freedom to their best advantage. I knew the last six weeks of my chastity were going to be hell. But what if getting out led to an even worse fate. My mind flashed to the New Years toast, the tap of the knife on the champagne glass, the toast” To sacrifice!” Then to yesterday’s oral session with Judith, and her solemn face as she held my cock tube and said, “In a few weeks, this will all be over. And this will be all gone. Forever.”

I spent the rest of the night, feeling the delicious curves of my sexy new bride, naked against every part of me, but one, and praying I would ever fuck again.