Wedding Vows

Jennifer was beautiful. Tall, blond, blue eyed, with long shapely legs and a gorgeous body. She was sweet and loving, too.

There was only one problem, and it had to do with sex. She was adamantly against sex before marriage. Jennifer belonged to a religious group, The Church of Revelation, and she was extremely dedicated to it. To me it seemed like a cult, but I was willing to put up with it in order to have Jennifer.

After a few months of dating, I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. And besides, I was horny as hell. Just the thought of our wedding night was enough to give me a raging hard-on. So I proposed to Jennifer, and to my joy she accepted.

A week before our wedding, we went to a pre-marriage counseling session at her church. We met with this pastor named Mike, who lectured us for nearly an hour. Not only was her church against pre-marital sex, it was anti-sex in general!

“More marriages have been ruined by sex than any other reason,” Mike told us. “Infidelity is a big problem. When one spouse wants sex more than the other, it can destroy a relationship.”

He went on and on, talking about how if our marriage was to last, it had to overcome this hurdle. Frankly, I thought the guy was a kook, but Jennifer listened very seriously to him. After awhile, I just tuned him out and nodded a lot. I couldn’t wait to get out of there.

At last our wedding day arrived. Jennifer looked just beautiful in her white dress. Unlike most brides, she really had the right to wear white. I was so happy to know that I would be her first lover.

The service was done by Pastor Mike. In fact, many of the guests were members of her church. As Mike droned on and on, I began to get the feeling I was marrying her church as well as Jennifer.

After the ceremony, we stood together on the steps of the church, shaking hands and getting kisses as the guest filed out. When that ordeal had ended, Jennifer took me back inside and began talking to me in a serious tone. “Mark, before we leave for our honeymoon, we have to have a church ritual,” she said.

I groaned and asked her what kind of ritual. “Well, it’s very unusual, something only my church does. But it’s very important to me. If you love me, you won’t object.”

Reluctantly, I agreed. Jennifer smiled and kissed me, and we walked to our car. The ritual would take place in my house, where we would soon be living together as husband and wife.

I was surprised when we got home, and saw how many people from the church were there. And equally surprised that most of them wore white robes, like monks in a monastery. All of the guests hugged me and Jennifer, and then we all went into my bedroom.

“Mark, I know what we’re going to ask will seem very strange,” said Pastor Mike. “But please believe me that it’s absolutely necessary if you are to begin your married life on the right foot.” I stared at him, wondering what he was about to say. But before he could, Jennifer began undressing, right in front of everyone!

“Jennifer, what the hell are you doing?” I shouted. “Please don’t be alarmed, Mark,” said Pastor Mike. “This all must seem highly unusual to you, but we have years of experience with this. All of us have undergone the ritual, and all of our marriages have been happy and strong.”

“Mark, please get undressed,” said Jennifer, as she began taking off her underwear. I was amazed as her breasts were freed. They were so beautiful, full and topped with lovely pink nipples. Seeing her naked began to erode my inhibitions, and I started to join her in disrobing.

Minutes later, we were standing naked, side by side, holding hands, as Pastor Mike began the ritual. “Mark and Jennifer, as you begin your blessed union, know that all of us are with you in spirit,” he said. “Now let us begin.”

Jennifer took me by the hand and led me over to my king-sized bed. She lay down on the right side, and beckoned me to join her. Now, this was getting really spooky. What the hell was going on here?

Reluctantly, I lay down next to Jennifer. One by one, white-robed guests surrounded the bed. Several of them were holding white nylon ropes. Jennifer put her hands above her head, and spread her legs wide. To my astonishment, the people around us began tying her wrists and ankles to the bedposts.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I yelled, sitting upright. Suddenly, one of the guests pushed me back down, and I was pinned down by the weight of four different men. I struggled as hard as I could, but before long I was tied up spreadeagled just like Jennifer.

“Mark, you must trust us,” said Pastor Mike. “I know you don’t believe me now, but someday soon you will thank us for freeing your mind and body from sin.”

With that, a doctor and two nurses walked into the room, carrying medical gear. “What are you going to do?” I said, shaking in fear. The doctor smiled as he pulled on his surgical gloves. “We’re going to remove your genitals. And your wife’s genitals. So you can have a happy life together,” he said.

I screamed and pulled wildly on my ropes, but it was impossible to budge them. Jennifer lay next to me, calmly waiting her fate. “Why don’t you just accept it, Mark?” she said softly, looking at me gently with her big blue eyes. “It’s for the best. You’ll see!”

The doctor pulled a chair to the head of the bed, holding several metal instruments in his hands. He sat down, bringing him to eye level with Jennifer’s shaven crotch. He nodded to a nurse, who came over to assist him with the circumcision.

“Jennifer, I’m going to explain the procedure to you now,” he said to my new bride, who looked up at him with anticipation, and no sense of fear. “The clitoris is the most important external organ that must be removed. It has the most nerve endings, and is essential for achieving orgasm.

“But your labia also contain many sensitive nerve endings, so it must also be removed. That way, there will be no chance of your falling victim to sexual urges,” he said. Jennifer smiled, and nodded at him.

The doctor leaned over and placed a clamp over Jennifer’s pussy lips, and then with assistance from the nurse, tightened the bolts. Jennifer began to moan softly as the metal bit into her sensitive flesh. “There, that’s nice and secure,” the doctor said, admiring his work.

“First I will remove the clitoral hood, Jennifer. That will make it easier for me to take out the clitoris,” he said. Jennifer’s eyes were closed, and she was biting her bottom lip. The labia clamp obviously was causing her pain, and she was bracing herself for what was about to follow.

The doctor pulled the clitoral hood up and away, stretching the skin tautly. The nurse handed him a scalpel, and he carefully began cutting away the hood. Jennifer was now squirming and sobbing quietly.

“That’s done, Jennifer,” he said. She opened her wet eyes and saw him place the small piece of skin, now bloody, in a metal tray. I could see her clitoris standing out now, unprotected from the final assault that would now begin.

Jennifer arched her back and squealed as the scalpel began circling around the base of her clitoris. The many sensitive nerves intended to give her pleasure were now causing her excruciating agony. Suddenly, she let out a gasp and strained against her ropes. The doctor had begun severing her clit from her body.

My bride let out a piercing wail as the blade sliced through her love button, forever ending any chance of sexual pleasure. I watched fascinated as the steel methodically cut through the defenseless nub. To my surprise, my cock was hard, throbbing. Watching Jennifer being nullified was a huge turnon.

Finally, the doctor held up his hand, showing everyone the bloody piece of flesh that moments before had been safe between Jennifer’s legs. Everyone cheered. Then they surrounded Jennifer, comforting her, as the doctor sliced through her labia. It only took a minute, and then he stitched up the gaping wounds he had created, with Jennifer still sobbing and shaking from the pain.

Suddenly, I felt a hand around my nuts. A nurse began tying a leather strap at the top of my sack, squeezing my balls into a tight sack. Having finished that, she began pushing a catheter tube into my pisshole. It stung as it snaked through my cock and into my bladder. Yellow piss began flowing up the tube and into a plastic bag hanging next to the bed. She then taped my cock flat against my stomach.

“No, please!” I begged as the nurse swabbed me with a brown disinfectant. But she ignored me, and then the doctor took her place in front of my helpless crotch. The nurse handed him a scalpel, and he pressed it into the left side of my sack. A sharp pain jolted me as the steel moved slowly down my scrotum. The nurse swabbed the blood with a cotton wipe as the doctor cut my sack wide open.

The doctor methodically tied off the cords connecting my balls to my body. I watched in both horror and fascination, knowing that my manhood was about to be taken from me forever. After two quick slices, my balls were lying on the same metal tray that held my bride’s dead clitoris.

I wept as the doctor cut away at the rest of my scrotum, dropping the flesh onto the tray. But then I got a huge shock. Instead of stepping aside to let the nurse bandage me, he asked her for another scalpel. He placed the blade against the base of my penis. He was going to cut off my cock too!

“Why??!!” I screamed at him, my body convulsing with fear and anger. “Surely you must know that even without testicles, you can someday become a fully functional sexual being again,” he said, holding the scalpel in place. “You could take hormones that would restore your ability to have erections.

“Only through penectomy can this possibility be eliminated,” he said. Then, ignoring my screams, he began cutting into my cock.

If I thought losing my balls hurt, that was nothing compared to the searing agony of this. The pain burned right through me as the steel instrument sawed through layer after layer of my dick. The nurse swabbed quickly to keep ahead of the spurting blood.

It took only a few minutes. The doctor threaded my dead cock through the catheter, signaling my complete nullification. Now the metal tray held both my cock and balls, and my wife’s clit.

EPILOGUE

Several months have passed since our surgery. It took weeks for us to heal, particularly for me. After my nullification, the doctor created a new pisshole for me, down near my anus. Now I have to sit in order to pee, just like Jennifer.

After awhile, though, I gradually grew to like my new life. Jennifer and I are very close, and we take pleasure in things unrelated to sex. I realize now that they were right. Sex is just a problem that can ruin a good marriage. I’m glad not to have to worry about it ever again.