fictionalized tale about a male being sexually nullified and humiliated

by his wife. If you are offended by such things don't read it. If

stories like this spark your interest I wish you enjoy it. Any

resemblance to persons, places, events or anything else is a total

coincidence . . . and a damn odd one at that. I am interested in

comments, opinions, praise or constructive criticism about any aspect of

it. Send comments to: griffithdune@hotmail.com.

The Ultimate Tease

I met my wife Monica in high school. I doggedly pursued her and she

teased me mercilessly. In those days we dated a bit and even fooled

around a little. We kissed and heavy petted. I fingered her to orgasm.

She played with my cock but would refuse to let me cum for the longest

time. Monica got a kick out of how much I wanted to cum and how she

could enhance my desire while depriving me of release. Blue-balls was

her favorite word in those days.

During college I didn't see Monica much as she went to one part of the

country and I to the other. Then graduate school. I became an MBA and

she became a nurse. After college we both returned to the city and

started a new relationship. Many years of higher education had made us

both more mature sexually. We now fucked more regularly and had lots of

oral sex. Nonetheless, Monica continued to enjoy keeping me at bay when

it came to having an orgasm. She certainly loved having them herself

but got almost equal pleasure postponing my enjoyment. She also

acquired a new desire to add humiliation to her teasing. For example

she would bring me to the brink in her mouth, then stop just when I was

about to explode, and then ridicule me for not being able to achieve an

orgasm fast enough. Another thing she liked to do was force me to

expose myself in public. Like sometimes on road trips I was forced to

sit in the passenger seat wearing no pants with my feet on the dash

board so that people in other cars could easily see my genitals. I

always went along with these games because the return was great sex with

Monica afterward.

Bondage parties were another way for Monica to tease and humiliate me.

I was agreeable to them so long as we always wore masks. Somehow she

found a network of such parties and soon we were attending different

ones every month. At first she would parade me around the parties

dressed scantily in leather outfits on a leash attached to my neck –

later to my cock. Later on it got more intense. I would be tied up

wearing nothing but my mask and something tiny to cover my crotch.

Sometimes I would be secured to a wall, other times in a cage, or to a

table, or a pole in the middle of a room. I would often become the

centerpiece of the parties with Monica administering punishment by

teasing me, lightly whipping me, and ultimately removing my

loin-covering so that everyone could see my most intimate organ. In

time she decided to let others play with my genitals as well. On

various occasions they were shaved, flicked, licked, jerked, fondled,

waxed, painted with food coloring, and weighted down. All of this gave

Monica no end of pleasure. I did not like it but accepted it because

the payoff was good sex once we got home.

Unfortunately, after two years of being married Monica got bored with

the sex. She still liked teasing me and showing me off in public, but

she no longer wanted to have intercourse or to do anything else that

would result in my having an orgasm. It wasn't that she no longer

enjoyed cumming or teasing me. . . she just stopped liking it when I got

off. Her aversion to my release became all encompassing. Not only did

fucking and blow-jobs cease, she also objected to my masterbating.

Monica wanted to keep me in a constant state of arousal without

satisfaction. Finally it got so bad that I told her if things didn't

change I would leave her. This threat resulted in Monica promising to

devote more attention to my needs and I agreed to stay. I should have

left.

For the next week it was like old times. We had great sex every night.

In exchange I willingly agreed when she suggested that we go to a

bondage party that weekend. On the evening in question Monica told me

that I was still to be tied up as usual, but this time at the end of the

show she intended to bring me to climax in front of everyone. That was

a unique treat never before provided to me in public. Just the thought

made me rock hard. At the party I was secured in the middle of the room

where everyone could see me. My arms were held above my head by ropes

attached to a pulley in the ceiling. My legs were similarly bound to

ropes hooked to the floor. I was naked except for a gag, a leather hood

and a pair of leather briefs. There were about fifty people at the

party . . . mostly women. The festivities began as usual with Monica

taunting me about the size of my penis and statements (all lies) about

my sexual inadequacies. In the process my briefs were removed. Then

the surprises started.

The first surprise was the arrival of three of Monica's best friends

from high-school: Kerry, Jennifer and Nanci. Since I was wearing a

mask none of them could see the look of horror on my face. Monica

welcomed them to the party and introduced each of them as her special

guests. None of the other guests knew my identity but these three all

knew me well. One by one they came over to me and whispered in my ear.

Kerry told me that tonight I would finally be put in my place. Jennifer

said how exciting it was to see me naked since she had always fantasized

about my body in high-school. Nanci cupped my balls and giggled that

they seemed on the small side. Behind my mask I was crimson.

The second surprise was when Monica told the audience that for the rest

of the evening I was fair game for anyone who wanted to make me cum so

long as I remained tied up. She explained that I was too interested in

orgasms and as a cure she wanted to get it out of my system. She added

that the rest of my body was also available for use so long as the main

objective was served. For the next few hours I was mauled. Different

women and men took turns bringing me off with their mouths and hands. I

came over and over as Monica had wanted. After a while it became less

pleasurable and more painful but the constant dick-play continued.

Monica encouraged the crowd. She also smiled and laughed a lot. Every

so often she softly asked if I was enjoying myself. Of course I wasn't

anymore but with the gag in place all I could do was grunt. By the time

most of the guests had left I had experienced too many orgasms to count.

My body was covered in sweat. My dick was sore and red. I couldn't

wait to be untied. I wanted to sleep the rest of the weekend.

Monica had other plans. By midnight everyone had left except us, the

host and the high-school friends. Monica then spoke up and said that

tonight was the last time she would ever have to deal with my desire to

cum. That sounded fine with me, until she explained that her plan was

to surgically remove my shaft. The high-school friends reacted

positively with clapping, cat-calls and high-fives. I began to sweat

even more. When they quieted down Monica went on to say that my balls

would remain in place because she wanted to insure that my sexual

arousal would remain so that she could continue to tease me. She said

that removing my testicles would deprive her of the joy she obtained

from blue-balls, but that leaving them while removing my cock would

result in extra-fun for her by creating a set of permanent blue balls.

The other girls all cheered.

The host brought out a tray with surgical tools. There was a syringe,

scaple, catheter, clap, stitches, oil, cotton swabs, bandages and a

bottle. As a nurse Monica knew exactly what to do with them. The

bottle turned out to a local anesthetic which Monica injected into the

head of my penis. For the next fifteen minutes she played with my penis

by softly stroking and licking it. She told her friends that this would

be her last opportunity to use it to tease me and she didn't want to

waste it. I could feel what she was doing for a while but slowly the

whole area became numb. When she sensed that the anesthetic had kicked

in she taunted that I could keep my penis after-all if I could cum for

her one last time. She then began to rapidly jerk the shaft. Of course

nothing happened. I had become quite flacid. One of the other girls

wryly proclaimed that I obviously did not really want to keep it or I

would have at least gotten hard. Monica proceeded to carefully remove

the entire shaft. She kept steady eye contact with me throughout the

procedure. When it was done a couple of the other girls encouraged

Monica to remove the rest of my package. One even asked if she could

have my scrotum. But Monica said no way. She wanted them to remain

fully functional so that my sexual desires would always be present. It

was only release that she intended to stop.

Her plan worked. From that day forward I have been in a constant state

of arousal with no available relief. I can't leave her because I

wouldn't know where to find another woman who would want a dickless

spouse. So now I'm like a eunuch slave who still has sexual desires

without the ability to obtain satisfaction. Monica is a very happy

woman with the new me. The inability to orgasm has the side effect of

making me very intense and driven at everything else. I work harder

which translates into more money for us. I constantly try to please my

wife sexually through foreplay techniques and oral sex. My body wants

more than ever to engage in sexual acts that it remembers were the roads

to orgasm even if that road is ultimately closed. Monica takes

advantage of this side affect. Before bed and when we awake she goes

down on me. She works me up into a frenzy kissing my balls and crotch

area. When I come home from work she greets me by gently cupping my

balls in her hand and manipulating them. I respond like a puppy by

licking and mauling her all over. Sometimes her four high-school

friends get to experience my benefits as well. They love to tease me

endlessly and know that there's nothing I can do about it.

Monica has made my life into one big tease. I have begged her to remove

my balls as well. She won't do it. She says her life is perfect with

me in my current state and that she has no intention of changing things.

She even forces me to provide her with the pleasures of intercourse by

wearing a strap-on dick and pumping her like its a real penis. She says

the only thing missing in her life are children so that she can have a

family. But she has a plan to solve that one too. My balls still

produce sperm. The problem for conception is that my body no longer has

a mechanism for ejaculating it into her womb. Therefore, Monica intends

to use a syringe to withdraw enough of my seed from my testicles to

artificially inseminate herself. She says this way I'll get to know how

a woman feels when making a baby because both of us will get something

inserted inside our most private parts – in my case a big needle.

Monica also plans to invite her friends over to watch the baby-making

procedure. I have no choice in the matter.

Funny thing is I can't bring myself to hate her for what she's done

because my constant state of desire for her never passes now. This may

be the oddest side affect of having no penis. There's no way to get

beyond the feelings which compel me to please her body. It's like a

grammar-school crush that doesn't end. The people who don't know about

my predicament view me as the most devoted husband around. Most of the

high-school friends who do know decided to have the same procedure

performed on their men. Jennifer did it to her husband last Winter.

Nanci has done it to three boyfriends. Nanci is cruel because she dumps

her men soon after the procedure is done. Monica says that Nanci is

more of a collector than someone who wants a constant servant. Only

Kerry's steady lover has escaped this fate. Kerry obtained nearly the

same affect from her lover by showing her what had happened to me and

threatening to do the same if he ever failed to please her. Needless to

say he has become very attentive like me. Of course I didn't even

receive a choice since Monica's decision was based more on her desire to

frustrate and tease me than Kerry's desire for a great lover.

I wrote out my story because Monica wants everyone to know what she did.

She also wants other to know they have this option. She calls it the

most liberating act a lady can do to a man. Much more shameful than

ordinary castration. The perfect method of birth control too. No

babies except when the female wants them. For those who want to

humiliate and control a guy this is the best way to do it. I should

know.