The Voyeurs - Pt II

Greta also knew that while watching the actual castration, she would once again take her place on Hart's lap. The thought of it made her wet.

The ride to New York was long and arduous as the summer traffic was backing up. Greta could not help herself but grope at Hart's balls, massaging them and telling him how much they meant to her. As the traversed the GW bridge, Hart became distracted. "Greta! Stop, we're going to wind up in the river." Greta was non-plussed, but let up anyway.

Hart knew that this whole experience would bring them closer, but the trepidation was there. He also knew his fate would be sealed after witnessing the actual castration.

Greta had the habit of sitting "indian style" in the passenger seat, her dress scrunched up around her thighs. Hart felt the urge and began to fondle her, surprised at the mistiness of his mistress. "Well, well, aren't we excited?" he remarked. She looked at him, her green eyes glaring, "It's all about you, Hart, it always has been.". Her point made, he began to rub at her with his right hand, her reaction was to lay her head back against the headrest wanting desperately to cum right there and then. It didn't take long, as Hart knew exactly how she like it. Greta was moaning, not caring what the other passing cars would be thinking. "Oh, Hart, mmm, that is so good, oh yeah, faster, baby". Not thinking he also stepped on the gas as he pumped her with his fingers. Hart's pulse was racing too, listening to her and feeling her cum all over his fingers. She took his fingers to her mouth and licked them. "Better????" he asked. "Oh yeah, so much." she purred to him. "I guess my turn comes later." he offered with a false pout. "Your turn is going to be the greatest fuck you've ever had." she stated pointedly.

Their discussion then turned to the unamed patient. Hart was playful. "This guy wants to be a missionary, live a celibate life and he's going into this alone...." Greta knew exactly where he was going with this, but let him continue. "Don't you think he'll want to get off one more time?" he posed. "I'm sure anyone would -- I know you'd want 100 times before we did it!"she laughed. "Well, would YOU do it?" "I mean get him off?" He looked at her his demeanor serious again.

Greta thought quietly, "Damn, I've been completely true to my marriage vows, never straying and now this?" But she loved Hart and truly, the thought did intrigue her. She spoke, "Hart, if you were there to guide me...." she trailed off. Hart mused, "I could hold you from behind as you worked your lovely gloved hands on his cock...I wonder if he's bigger than me?" Greta stared straight ahead. "Not my mouth, right?" she asked. "Certainly NOT," Hart was adamant.

They arrived at their destination, greeted with hugs and kisses from Remy. Hart held Greta's hand as Remy led them to a lower level clinic room that she was renting. There was glass around one wall. Remy said they could sit out there and view. Hart asked, "Can we come in at all?" Remy looked at him sternly. "You can see plenty through the glass, but if I let you in you must be sterile." "Let's meet Michael, okay?"

Michael was a bit shy but after Hart's gentle questioning he opened up. It must have been Hart's sincere handshake and his deep blue eyes that allowed Michael a sense of trust.

"To tell you the truth," Michael began, "I've always wanted to be in service to God in some sort of way." He shuffled his feet. "But I always got waylayed by the beautiful women who threw themselves at me and then I pursued them." "I've found a place to work in Haiti preaching and teaching." Greta was amazed as her affinity for the poor was her life's blood.

Michael continued, "I would wish that my wantonness would not stand in the way of the "Word". "I feel like this is the best way to pursue my gift without it being sullied by my sexual desires."

Both Hart and Greta were amazed at Michael's simple honesty, when Hart pulled him aside. Hart looked directly at Michael. "I admire what you are doing, but I have to ask you, would you want to get off just one more time before it takes place?" Michael's eyes grew wide. "I don't do men, sir," he said. Hart was now flustered. "No,no, no, Michael, that wasn't my question. No, please." Hart was babbling. "My wife would be willing to use her hands to get you off, and it's okay with me." Hart explained. Michael looked back at Remy and Greta seeing this tiny redhead with big green eyes and a straw hat.

Michael thought for a moment before he answered Hart. "That's fine with me, if the ladies agree." In the meantime, Greta had already shared with Remy Hart's idea of a final "cum for Michael". Remy being the sexual woman that she was thought it would be an interesting twist. "Should I?" Greta asked unsure, her eyes pleading. "If Hart agrees and Michael agrees, why not?" Remy reassured her.

This all held certain, they moved to the operating theatre. Hands were washed, scrubs donned, except Greta's was a gown. Remy had the table covered with warm disposable blankets and telfa pads. Her tray assembled.

Michael assumed his place on the table, a blanket covering his upper body. As he lay there, Hart and Greta were excited but nervous. Remy was blustering around filling the syringes, once again anally checking the tray and making mental notes. Hart whispered to Michael, "You okay, buddy?" "Yes, I'm fine, just praying," he replied. Hart thought to himself, "Oh yeah, once Greta puts her hands on you, you'll be praying for mercy."

Remy cleared her voice loudly, "Allright, Michael, this is your night. Am I correct that you'd like to have a last ejaculation before I operate?" Michael answered, "Yes." "And," Remy continued do you want Greta to do it or you do it yourself?" Michael blushed and whispered, "Greta. If it's okay with her." Greta was sweating. Hart was already getting a hard-on and Remy was looking at her watch. Greta walked to Michael's side. "I won't hurt you, just close your eyes and think of the best woman you were ever with and just dream.......," her voice trailed off. Michael smiled sweetly and closed his eyes. Greta made her way down the table to Michael's cock, Hart standing as he said he would, behind her, his hands around her tiny waist. Remy stood in the corner and watched.

Greta began to softly massage this stranger's cock with one hand and his balls with her other. Her voice was stilted. "How's that Michael? Does that feel good?" Michael was sighing, just beginning to get worked up. Hart's cock was bulging, pressing against Greta and it felt amazing and made her wish to work harder for Michael and Hart.

Hart was whispering to Greta. "Oh yea, work him like you work me. Play with his balls and pull him steady." Greta was now in a sort of frenzy, often closing her eyes in disbelief as she felt Michael's large cock respond to her touch and feeling Hart hot and hard against her.

Michael was groaning repeating the name of, "Kelly, Kelly, Kelly." Greta stretched Michael to full length and had to stop herself because she almost put her mouth to him, as his pre-cum was so appetizing. She felt Hart pull her back. She was so wet herself and wanted to climax. The gloves were making Michael crazy and he began to writhe as his climax was about to occur.

Hart thought he'd cum in his scrubs, but tried to hold on, as he watched his beloved jerking off another man. Michael groaned, "Oh, mmmm, here it comes, oh Kelly." and with that streams of his cum shot up in Greta's face and covered his rippled stomach. Greta stepped back and Remy came to her with a towel and wiped her. Hart couldn't help it, he creamed his pants, breathing heavily and sat down in a chair.

Without any words, Remy washed Michael down and cleaned him gently. Greta walked over to Hart. "I'm so proud of you," he whispered. "That really turned me on." "I can tell," she replied looking at the stain on his crotch.

Remy explaind to Michael that she would be shaving him first, then wiping him with betadine solution and then injecting him with anesthesia in the groin and testicle area. She waited a while watching Greta and Hart's expressions. Remy asked them,"Do you wish to stay in the room?" Knowing of course that their answer would be "yes." Hart spoke up, "If it's allright with Michael; yes we'd like to." Remy turned to Michael for a response. Michael spoke, "If it helps Hart it's fine with me." Remy then clapped her hands. "Then let's begin."

Hart moved a large chair to the left side of Remy. Her cart handily at her right. Greta took her spot on Hart's lap, lifting her dress subltly so that her beautiful bare ass was directly on Hart's crotch.

Remy began by separating the testitcles, pulling at them and then carefully making the incision into the left, cutting through the thick tissue to reveal the testicle itself.

Hart was breathing heavily, his fingers deep inside Greta and she moving in such a way that his cock was being massaged. There was very little blood, just the cords attaching the testicle. Remy had surgical scissors and a retractor to pull things out and set them aside.

Hart watched as the testicle was gently incised and put onto a stainless surgical tray. He was amazed at it's size, coloration and the meatiness of it. Greta, too looked in amazement at the testicle. And this would be done to her husband. "I wonder what it would be like?" she thought.

Michael was dazed and unfazed by the process. Remy began to work on the right testicle. Once again cutting through the sac and the tissue, the other testicle revealed itself. Remy pulled it out with gentleness, cutting the cords and severing it. Now all was left was to remove and cut away the entire sac and sew Michael up so that he was completely smooth in the area.

Hart moved his cock so that it was rubbing up against Greta and he came as he looked onto the wonderful sight of the testicles, now two on the tray. He watched Remy sew with perfection the area, after removing and disposing of the sac. Greta was awestruck at her precision and her timliness. He knew Greta was holding back as she was normally very verbal and loud when she came, but he felt her thick white wetness fall upon him. "God, this is too good," he thought. "But do I want it?" "I don't know." He was musing in his right brain.

The surgery was complete. Michael's blood pressure was checked, his body wiped of any remains of blood or tissue. Remy carefully placed Michael's balls in a jar filled with preservative and let him see them. He wasn't really intrigued. She then passed them to Greta and Hart who were now standing. Hart it first and held it in his hand, turning it as if it were a kalidescope, looking at the anatomy of it all. He passed it to Greta, who by this time was almost in a trance. She looked at them and remembered that these are what made their lovely children and gave her the gratest sex. She was having second thoughts.

Greta handed them back to Remy. Remy pulled the couple aside. "You know, I have to watch Michael for at least an hour before I can release him to a friend." "Why don't you guys go out for a while and we can talk later. I know you're staying at the Hilton." Hart grabbed at Greta's hand, "Remy, we might as well go, but we want to thank Michael first." "Sure, go ahead."

Michael lay there, he looked like he was in prayer, relief in his eyes. Michael looked at Greta. "Thank you." "No thank you." she said softly. "Really, Michael we appreciate this so much and wish you luck in Haiti," said Hart, grasping at his hand. "Take good care, Michael," Greta repeated.

Remy had removed her gloves and hugged and kissed them, not knowing what would be and where they would take their marriage, their desire for castration or what lie ahead. "It might be years before I see them again, but I know I will." she thought.

Hart and Greta left the clinic hand in hand. He stopped her and held her face in his hands. "Thank you for this." "It was wonderful." He kissed her with fervor. She answered his kiss with a question. "Are you ready - are we next?" He looked into her large green eyes, seeing the looming questions. He thought a moment. "What I'd really like to do is go to the Hilton and fuck your brains out, put my balls inside you and play." We can talk about it another day. She now knew she had her "husband" back, her "lover" back and perhaps one day....but for now they just could say "they watched."