The village hummed with excitement. Wedding day!! The thought brought an added bounce to the steps of the women in town, while the men and boys sensed the dread of the day. Special things happened in this place when a marriage took place, and no male could hide the fear that fell upon them when their wives and sisters reminded them of it.
As the villagers gathered at the town square as the ceremony approached, the excitement really began to build. To any outsider, this crowd would be shocking. Not so to any of the inhabitants. The girls and women were dressed in their finest clothing, their hair perfectly done, makeup perfectly applied. (All done by their husbands of course.) The males all stood naked. The only items that adorned their bodies were the thin ropes that were tightly secured around their genitals. Each was led by a female who often tugged viciously on the rope just to see her slave jump. To one side three women were apparently having a contest of some sort. They each were lifting their men as high as their toes would reach while the men violently masturbated themselves. The onlookers giggled with delight as they watched the show and pointed to the slave that they believed would win. Suddenly, one man erupted in a geyser of semen to the cheers of the gathered women who chosen him. He immediately received his relief as his mistress let his rope relax. The other two men just as suddenly earned their prize as each received a knee violently in the groin.
There would be much more of this today, but suddenly a hush fell upon the crowd. Music could be heard which signalled the beginning of the wedding. Women led the males to the seating area. There were no chairs for the slaves of course, and they took their places at the feet of their mistresses.
That every female was accompanied by a male slave was one of the purposes of this community. Any woman in the country who desired total subjugation of the male gender could apply for residence here. Once she settled within the boundaries of the town, she had the privilege of owning (and marrying) her choice of male slaves. The luckiest girls were those who were born in this town. They were taught from birth how to regard and treat males. While other women who moved into town had to overcome some inhibitions of degrading men for their own pleasure (This never took long!!) the native girls learned superiority from the day they were born. During their lives their brothers were given to them as slaves until the girls were married. Then they owned their husbands. Fathers were not immune from their daughters either. It wasn't unusual to see a toddler entertaining herself by trying to swing from her fathers penis. It was hers to claim. A gift she would one day receive.
Only one girl was ever born to a family. Medical technology was available to ensure that the oldest child would be female and any following children would be male. This allowed a mother and daughter to have several slaves if she desired and no shortage males would cause her to be denied.
Therefore, every female, both women and girls, had a naked man or boy to attend to them. The only clothing that a male was ever allowed to wear were sandals, and of course, their constant genital leash. The leash was required at all times, even when they were sent on errands alone... they simply held their own leash in their hand.
Now they sat or knelt as the wedding march began. The mother of bride, beaming with pride, was led down the aisle by young muscular slave. Later in the ceremony she would offer her daughter a gift from her husband. Following the bride's mother were the bridesmaids leading their escorts by the leash. Since today was such a special occasion the slaves in the procession had been ordered to maintain erections. Thus each of the five escorts shuffled after his mistress with his penis jutting lewdly in front of him bouncing and swaying with each step. The little girls thought this was hilarious and couldn't stop giggling and pointing. Even some of the older girls stared and smiled. The humiliation was evident on the faces of the slaves, both in the bridal procession and audience.
At last the moment arrived for the groom to be led in. In other weddings, in other cities, the groom's mother was left out of ceremony. Not in this town. As the music became louder, the mother of the groom led him down the aisle. Now all the faces of the women were alight with smiles as they saw that his groin had been shaven clean for the event, and he too sported a rather impressive erection. His mother pulled his leash up and down for effect and his cock swung wildly causing the girls who had only giggled earlier to burst out laughing. The more experienced women smiled knowingly as if they had a secret. But everybody knew what was in store for this young man today. The slaves especially knew since each had received instruction from birth and had attended similar events in the past.
Finally the bride started toward the raised platform in front as everyone stood. Following her submissively was her father as she kept a short, tight hold on his leash. His groin, too, had been shaved bald.He was still well muscled despite his age. Slaves in this town were never allowed to become lazy or get out of shape. In fact most of the older men looked very much like the younger men due to the exercise they were subjected to. The bride's father carried a pillow with a clear glass vase filled with clear liquid. Something could be seen submerged in the liquid. This vase belonged to his daughter and had been in her possession for several years. The men in the audience tried to turn away as he passed, but the women were watchful of this and jerked on the leash of any male who did not gaze upon the vase and the slave walking down the aisle. The bride smiled with joy, for on this day, she would add the final gift from her father and her wedding gift from her husband to this vase.
When the bride reached the platform her mother took the leash from her and the groom's leash was handed to her by her mother-in-law. She then finished the short walk to the priestess who officiated the marriage. She had to pull him rather abruptly as he took those last few steps. His hesitation was caused by the instruments that lay on the altar before him. Each of the unmarried males in town was left uncircumcised intentionally. The bridesmaid's escorts, who were struggling to maintain their erections, were evidence of that. Upon becoming married, however, the male was required to sacrifice this foreskin to his bride as a wedding gift. This is why he was appropriately shaved. This was why the women had laughed and little girls had smiled to see his mother bounce his prick so hard. This was why he hesitated, stumbled, and had to have his balls jerked forward by his bride. The instruments on the alter were to remove the foreskin from his penis without anesthesia and given to his new wife as his wedding offering.
The meaning of the vase became clear as well. His freshly severed foreskin was to be added to what was already immersed in the liquid. His cock started to wilt, but a withering look from his bride forced him to concentrate and bring it back to full mast. He moved forward and laid his penis on the altar. The ceremony began.
The priestess welcomed all those gathered and gave a short speech of how privileged it was to be female. She spoke of how men throughout history had subjected women to perform acts of submission and that to celebrate this day of marriage a symbolic punishment would now be performed. All the males were required to stand, face his mistress, thrust his pelvis forward and receive a blow to his groin. They began with the bridesmaids who had an easy target since their escorts had huge erections. One after the other each of the girls struck them full on their testicles and the slaves doubled over in agony. They were straitened by their leashes immediately, and then the women in the audience were allowed to perform the same ritual on their own slaves. Soon all the males were bent over in agony. How they feared this aspect of a wedding ceremony!
Now the bride offered her husband to the priestess. Reaching for his still turgid cock, the priestess intoned the words to bind him to his new wife. Pointing his hardened penis toward a waiting dish she calmly jerked on his cock. He closed his eyes as the pleasure swept him away, but the priestess caught his attention as she began to apply her instruments to his foreskin. He watched in horror as the tools were applied. When they were in place, she continued to stroke his erection, still aiming it at the dish. He struggled to keep is excitement from rising because he knew that the moment the first gush of semen was seen, she would move quickly and cut away the skin. However, his struggles were useless. As his wife looked on in gleeful anticipation, his cock began to jerk convulsively. He could feel an incredible orgasm beginning in his balls as the priestess continued to stroke him, seemingly oblivious to his torment. Suddenly, he gasped and a white squirt of sperm shot out of the end of his straining penis. Quickly, the priestess released his still surging organ and sliced through the foreskin. He cried out in agony as she peeled it off the head of his penis. He was still in the throes of his orgasm and semen continued to shoot from his cock into the dish, mixing with the small amount of blood that dripped from his tortured prick.
In some societies, it was considered an act of pride for a man to break the hymen of his new wife. Here, however, it was the wife who proudly displayed the bloody gift from her husband. A wave of cheers broke out as the gathering saw her holding his foreskin high. Satisfied, the bride moved to put his gift to her in the clear vase.
"Only one more thing to add," she thought, "and my collection will be complete!" What she referred to was her collection of male genitals that every true woman possessed. She peered into the vase to see her new husband's foreskin float gently beside her own father's testicles.
While this might have seemed macabre to an outsider, to the women here it was a sign of adulthood, of stature, of pride in her gender. A woman who owned a full set of male sex organs was the master of her own destiny. She now could participate in the town government, own her own business, or take part in many other activities that only adult female citizens could take part in. To possess them would mean ultimate freedom for her. The fact that this required the ultimate sacrifice from her father and husband was of no concern to her. A man enjoyed sexual encounters only at the whim of his mistress, and her mother had no need of her father in this regard anymore. Not after today, when she had the use of her son-in-law.
Nature could not be changed to allow men to become pregnant and bear children. This was not a problem, though, since the responsibility to bring new life into this world was too mighty for weak slaves. Women knew their true superiority, and they proudly accepted their roles as mothers. They knew that women were the source of life and only took from men what pitiful contributions that were required to initiate it. The ladies wore their pregnancies with pride and honor, for it would bring either another mistress into the world, or more slaves.
However, the suffering of labor and delivery had to be repaid. Once a woman became pregnant by her husband, his fate was sealed. A slave knew that each cry of pain that was uttered by a female during her delivery would be extracted from him upon her return home.
The rules were quite simple actually. The first child born in each family was female. As soon as a wife returned home with her new daughter a ceremony was held. This was a family event with mothers, sisters, cousins, aunts and their slaves all in attendance. The people gathered around as the new child was welcomed into the family. She was passed from person to person just as any other family would have done. The difference with this group was that the father would make a gift to his daughter that no father in any other town was required to give. For it was from his testicles that her life was begun and they were hers to keep. A man has only two testicles, however, and one was needed to help create future children. So on this occasion only one of his balls was to be taken from him. The other would follow at another special ceremony.
The father was led by his leash to the front of the room. Here the leash was removed and he presented his freshly shaved genitals to his wife. Actually, his wife was assisted by her mother-in-law, her own mother, and several others. Only priestesses had the complete medical skills to work alone in genital removal, for they were trained for years on slaves bred for that purpose. Indeed, there was a priestess in attendance tonight in case her skill was required. But the taking of a man's testicles was relatively easy, with little risk. Since it was the wife who had suffered through childbirth, it was her right to inflict the pain herself. She donned sterile gloves and inspected her instruments. The event was videotaped so that the new child could watch when she was older.
Just as in the wedding ceremony the slave's was cock was masturbated to erection. Every genital removal was accompanied with one last orgasm by the male in his present physical condition. First, to humiliate him in public. Humiliation was the favorite game of a mistress. Secondly, the women loved to see a slave in the throes of agony and ecstasy. A male's orgasm was timed to coincide with the last cut of the knife and the women stood back to witness him shoot his sperm while she held his grisly body parts in her hands.
As his penis was being jerked on by his sister, the slave felt a conflict of emotions. He thrilled to her touch as his cock throbbed and grew hard. To be caressed by any female was overpowering. However, he knew that the moment his member reached it's full height, then the cutting would begin. He tried to concentrate on staying soft, but to no avail. In moments he was rigid and he saw his wife step up to him. His mother held his scrotum away from his body as his wife brought the scalpel to the skin. Suddenly, in the midst of the pleasure being given to him by his sister, the blade sank into his ball sac and he cried out in pain. It felt like a burning ember as she drew the knife toward her, enlarging the cut. When she had sliced his scrotum almost in half she stopped. She paused now so that his sister could raise his excitement level with her hand. The slave reacted with shaking limbs as the pain in his balls grew with the pleasure in his cock. He could hear the women making comments about him, but he hardly heard them. His total concentration was on his groin.
His wife pulled the skin of his scrotum away to reveal both of his balls. While there was a fear of germs in most operations, there was little risk of infection here. And it was necessary for a slave to view his own testicles while they were being removed. He was commanded roughly to look down as his sac was painfully pulled apart and his balls tumbled out. He was gasping for breath and tears streamed down his face as he stared at his groin. He could see his cock, huge and throbbing as it was stroked. His balls bounced up and down on their cords like little yo-yos hanging from springs. His wife reached down and grasped a testicle each gloved hand and while looking deep into his eyes began to rhythmically squeeze them. Pain shot from his groin into his pelvis. He almost collapsed from the agony, but hands roughly held him up. These women had seen this reaction before and had come to expect it. Woe unto the man who did fall to the ground!! Slaves had been known to have lost both testicles quite suddenly this way. As it was, he was held upright by the female members of his family. His sister continued to masturbate his cock as his wife crushed his balls. Pain and ecstasy combined to cause him to lose control. He was completely at their mercy. He could hear himself start to babble causing giggles and smiles throughout the room. The other slaves looked ill. His body began to react to the manipulations of the females. Deep inside him the agony and pleasure began to mingle as each feeling became indistinct from the other. He was being transported above the pain. His entire being began to exist only for the ultimate explosion he felt approaching from the distance. It drew closer and closer. All emotion, all feeling, all the universe existed in his savaged, raging, genitals. Pain shot through the pleasure as he felt something being pulled. Opening his eyes he looked down and saw his wife pulling his left testicle far away from his body. It was as if she intended to rip it out of him!! He watched as his mother brought the surgical scissors to the connecting cord. He met his wife's eyes. The thunderstorm in his groin caught up with him and he pleaded for her to let him come. She stepped to one side and nodded slowly to him. This was his signal, and with a cry of emotion his cock surged violently. His wife and sister gave one great, horrendous squeeze as they felt this. They released him just as suddenly. Only his left ball remained firmly in his wife's grasp.
They watched him explode! His first shot of semen blasted from his writhing body just as his mother cut through the cord which was his last link to his testicle. Then she too backed away from him leaving him spurting streams of sperm. He staggered as he suddenly found himself unsupported, even by the women who had held him, but his cock continued to pump. His wife held his severed genital in her hand and amused herself by trying to intercept his flying sperm with it. Already it was coated with the white dripping stuff. It didn't look like it was slowing down either. He had a wild look in his eyes. The pain was starting to reach him again. Still his cock spurted. Women were cheering as they watched this degraded slave suffer. His wife was smiling openly as she held his dripping, sperm coated testicle up for all to see. He was still in the throes of orgasm and the floor was covered with his secretions.
After what seemed like hours to him, the slave's turgid member stopped pumping and simply oozed drops of sperm. He was left dizzy and sweating as he was painfully stitched and a dressing applied to his tortured manhood. In the end, it had been just as draining to him as it was to his wife to deliver their daughter. She had exacted her punishment from him. It was also his first gift to his newborn daughter.
All this the bride remembered from the times she watched the video of the event. She could see her father's testicle through the glass of the jar on this, her wedding day. Just as clearly, she remembered the removal of his second since during that one she had an even greater involvment than she would today. It was the day she lost her virginity!
Like all females, she had to be deflowered at some point in her life.
Unlike many teenagers around the world, the occasion wouldn't take place in some back seat of a cramped car by a clumsy adolescent male. Here the event was special. A girl was escorted to the status of a young woman by her own father. Unlike earlier events where many people were present to witness the rites of passage, this one was private with only the mother, daughter, father and preistess in attendance.
Preparation for her first time was meticulously supervised by her mother. Her father bathed her in scented water, carefully washing every part of her body. At her age of twelve she had already begun to grow hair in her vulva, but it was still sparse and downey soft. She was especially proud of her breasts which had started to show many months earlier and were now grown into beautiful soft globes with pert nipples crowning each one. As her father tenderly caressed her they stiffened and she shivered at his touch. Her mother murmured to him that he should continue as she obviously enjoyed this. She moaned her gratefulness to her mother for her understanding since no man could ever know the pleasure that a woman's breasts could give her. Soon her entire body ached for more attention. His caresses had lit a fire between her legs.
She turned to embrace her father and was met with the sight of his engorged penis throbbing near her face. She had seen it her entire life but paused now to examine it closely. Such a strange organ! It almost had a life of it's own as it pulsed and surged with every beat of his heart. Her moans of pleasure must have excited him tremendously since his penis had grown to huge proportions. The veins strained with effort to push his prick higher and higher and along the entire length of his erection the skin was drawn thin as it stretched to make room for the incredible swelling that was taking place underneath it. Near the root of his penis hung his only ball, completely alone in his twitching scrotum. She reached out and cupped his testicle in her hand. The skin of his sac felt warm, soft and supple. She felt the firmness of the ball inside as she pressed inward with her fingers. Her father gasped in pleasure and it thrilled her to see the reation she could cause in him. His massive erection throbbed even faster as she saw the first drop of pre-cum ooze from the opening. Knowing it would make him crazy with lust, she used her other hand to caress his penis. After only a few strokes with her hand she released him and moved into his arms for a warm embrace, his grown body feeling wonderful next to her soft skin.
She rose from her bath and allowed him to dry her. Her body tingled with pleasure and her mother smiled at her when she noticed her daugher's wetness, even after she had been dried. This didn't go unoticed by her father either. He brushed the tips of her nipples with his fingers which responded by getting stiff and pointy. She began panting. Her desire was so great she could barely contain it until she got into the bedroom where everything was arranged. Fiercely grabbing her father's genital leash she led him quickly out of the bathroom. This was her day. She was in charge, so her mother simply followed with a bemused smile on her face. Not many twelve year olds had birthday presents like this!
When they arrived at the bedroom, the priestess was waiting. At the doorway the father paused. He knew what was in store for him tonight, he had been told every detail. He knew that he would have incredible pleasure as he introduced his daughter to womanhood. However, the price of this delight caused him to stop at the last moment. Why else would a priestess be present? Today he would sacrifice his last and only testicle, and he knew that he was not meant to lose it easily.
His daughter led him to the large bed and ordered him to massage her body with oil. As her straddled her, his erection jutted obscenely. He began to rub the massage oil gently into his naked daughters soft shoulders. She moaned in comfort as his broad hands spanned her lithe, slender back and moved toward her pert bottom. He was leaking pre-cum again and her mother moved in to scoop it up with one finger and feed it to him. He had been raised on his own cum so was used to the flavor just as her brothers were begining to be fed thiers. No woman that she knew of had ever tasted semen before. Certainly not in this family at least!
After a long body massage, she rolled over to have him minister to the front of her body. Again he straddled her torso as he began to caress her breasts. Her breathing increased and she could feel blood pounding in her ears. Her father's hands and fingers, trained for so long in giving pleasure by her mother, were causing her passions to rise to incredible heights. She could feel her pussy getting wetter as the soft hair became matted in her flowing juices. Urgently she pushed her father down. He left a trail of his own liquid which he quickly licked off her chest and stomach. He paused in his downward movement to kiss and suckle her nipples. She moaned with renewed desire. After a moment she could take no more and raised her father's head from her heaving breasts.
Looking him straigt in the eyes she commanded him
"Eat me Daddy. Suck my pussy like it's the last time you will ever
get to!" He obediently lowered his head to her wide open cunt. Gently he began to tongue her outer lips. He nuzzled her mound with his face, soaking is cheeks and lips in the process. As he licked his daughter's slit she raised her hips off the bed and pushed his face into her crotch.
"Suck it! Suck my clit!" she cried. His tongue moved over her pussy caressing her feminine flesh with his lips, nose, cheeks, and tongue. Her vagina flowed like a river and he lapped up every precious drop. His wife smiled her approval and nodded to the priestess. Everything was going well.
As he continued to eat her, her movements became more and more frenzied. She didn't want to come this way, though. Her father had eaten her to orgasms dozens of time as had her brothers. She wanted his cock which had been denied her until tonight. Ordering her father onto his back, she and her mother directed him toward the bottom of the bed. His legs hung over the edge of the bed and his cock extended from his groin into the air. Reaching out she stroked his jutting manhood and he arched his back in response. She climbed onto the bed facing his feet and straddled his hard-on. At this point her mother moved forward with the priestess. Thier hands were gloved and as her daughter began to impale her tender pussy on his raging erection, the mother sliced into his scrotum one more time.
Just as before, the father gasped in both pain and ecstasy. His daughter's pussy felt so tight, so wet, so warm! He had to fight the urge to come right then. However, he had been ordered to hold back until the women were ready for his orgasm. And from the pain that rocked his body he knew that they had only begun!
As she speared her own pussy with her father's dick, the daughter felt the fullness of it enter her. She moved slowly, feeling her pussy walls expand to accomodate his girth. As she looked down, she saw her mother begining to cut open her father's scrotum so she could extract his testicle. As she slid down the length of his penis, she came to the blockage within her. It was at the monent that her father's ball slipped from his body that she pressed down and felt the block give way. Suddenly, his prick was buried to the hilt in her pussy. Her cunt felt filled as the pain began to subside. Looking down, she saw his testicle dangling from its cord and felt the urge to return the pain. Quickly slipping on the gloves which the older women held ready, she reached down to grasp it. Her father's body convulsed as she began to manipulate his ball. She moved up and down on his shaft feeling the pleasure build up inside her. She continued to squeeze and pull on her father's testicle, and she became interested in his reaction from the sounds he was making. His pelvis was thrusting up and his cock remained rock hard, but he grunted in agony each time she applied pressure to his nut. It turned her on to think that it would belong to her before the evening was through.
"How hard could she squeeze?" she wondered. By now she was slamming herself against him, feeling his prick fill her up each time she came down on it. As she fucked him she bore down with all her might on his exposed and helpless testicle. He shuddered in pain, his legs quaking and his stomach lurching. He sat halfway up on the bed almost knocking her off. Her mother quickly moved behind her to shove her own pussy into his face.
"Eat my cunt you bastard!" she snarled and reached out to steady her daughter. Reaching around her she rubbed her tits.
"Squeeze him again, honey. Let's see how much damage you can really cause before we cut the damn thing off." With this encouragement, the daughter began to torture him. While still sliding up and down on his fabulous prick, she held his nut in one hand and struck it viciously with the other. Each time she did this his body convulsed in pain. Striking him again and again she felt herself getting closer and closer to the impending orgasm she could feel starting inside her.
"That's it, baby! Hit him again. Harder! Harder!" her mother murmured into her ear. By now she was beyond the point of no return. Her body jumped up and down and she kept pounding on his testicle in blurred motion.
"It feels so good, mother! I'm going to come! I can feel it!
Ooohhh! I'm cumming! Mother, I'm coming!" she cried.
The priestess moved in with the scissors to sever the male's testicle.
The mother growled that he had better come now or never then she surrendered to her own orgasm.
Beneath the two women, the father was in a state of shock. Every muscle in his body strained ridgidly with the conflict of the painful pounding of his only testicle and the joy of his daughter's cunt riding his raging cock. His toungue was buried in his wife's pussy as she leaked a river of come into his mouth. As he heard her command to come he lifted his hips from the bed and despite the pain in his groin, felt his cock shoot his sperm into his daughter's hot cunt. Just as his first spurt started up the lenght of his cock, he felt one final blow to his crushed ball before the priestess cut the cord.
The trio spasmed on the bed in the throes of orgasm. His daughter was rubbing her clit with his severed testicle. Still spasming, his wife continued to rub her cunt into his face. As for him, his cock spewed spurt after spurt of his last viable sperm into his own daughter's cunt. The pleasure of all took many minutes to subside.
Finally, when she had caught her breath, the daughter slowly lifted herself from her father's still swollen prick, and as instructed, moved up to his head so he could lick the come from her pussy while the priestess stitched his now useless scrotum. She straddled his head, holding his ball in her hands reverently and succumbed to a last orgasm from her father's tongue. She forced out as much of her juices as she could into his mouth, trusting him to clean out what was left behind.
"What a day to remember!" she thought fondly. Now as she prepared for the final ritual of her wedding ceremony, she felt a thrill of anticipation at what was to occur. Her suffering husband was led by his genital leash to the side of the alter. As "slave of honor" he would be priveledged to get a "close up" veiw while participating in what would happen to him at his own daughter's wedding.
The bride's father was hauled up from the pew by his wife, past the bridesmaids, past the ushers who were valiantly trying to maintain their erections, until he was handed over to the priestess at the altar. As she took his leash in hand, the priestess began her speech.
"On this special day, we are gathered to witness the fulfillment of every female's dream. Today this young girl becomes a woman with full rights and privilegdes of an adult in this community. With this final gift from her father, she now gains full acceptance among our sisterhood".
"A female is superior in every way to these males. A female can control her passions and urges. Men have allowed themselves to be enslaved through thier own stupidity and selfish lusts. Males are controlled through thier pitiful lechery and will do anything a female desires simply to be allowed the opportunity to let semen spew from the end of thier disgusting organs. He will sink lower and lower to fulfill this pathetic lust performing more and more degrading acts until he finally finds himself in her power forever, answering her beck and call. Every male in this room is under a females control because he is weak and contemptible. Many of the males in this room have already felt the knife make the final cut and yet are still enslaved! All other males know what awaits them, yet are still enslaved! Women truly are deserving of your feeble respect, and today one more of this loathsome gender will prove female superiority. I will remove this male's useless organ as a gift to his daughter on the day she begins her life of mastery with her new enslaved husband".
During this speech, she had manuvered the bride's father in front of the altar to face the audience. His legs were spread wide and shackled to the base of the platform. The priestess forced him to arch his back and move his arms behind him where she bound them tightly. His hands were made into fists and were pinned between his buttocks and the table. This caused his groin to stick out in front of him. The wedding photographer and vidiographer were busy getting close-ups of his discomfort. Of course the entire event was being recorded!
At last the ritual began. The bride forced her new husband to kneel in front of her father and suck his cock. She warned him that he better do a good job, since it would be her father's last orgasm of his life. He hurried to obey, taking his father-in-law's penis deep into his mouth. His hands came up to cuddle and caress the empty scrotum. The father responded with a shudder as his prick started to grow.
"I truly am despicable!" he thought. "I deserve this! My daughter deserves this sacrifice". He moved his hips slightly forward and back in his son-in-law's mouth, trying to bring himself closer to the final ecstasy. His cock was throbbing with pleasure, and he only paused slightly when he saw the priestess preparing her devices.
"A male's penis is his greatest liability. It is exposed for easy access by any female, while her organs are safely protected within the body. It is only natural that the superior gender should exploit this obvious weakness in physiology. Therefore, it is natural for a female to use, abuse, and finally remove this deficiency".
"Today is a celebration of our superiority over this helpless sex. We shall witness the ultimate gift as our new bride's own father sacrifices his penis, to live without sexual arousal for the rest of his life, forced into menial servitude, and watching his wife use another male for her own physical needs". The preistess turned to stare at the two males joined mouth to penis in front of the gathered audience. The bride looked on in rapture as her father writhed in ecstasy for the final time. She watched her new husband, favoring his own freshly cut organ, strive mightily to coax the semen from the erection his head was impaled upon. Back and forth his head bobbed while his hands stroked and caressed his father-in-law's groin.
The preistess brought a small stand near the two men. She commenced the final preparations necessary to safely remove a male organ. Her instruments were sterile and she had the medical knowledge to do this properly. She and her sister preistesses had been schooled for years and had performed many such operations on males. Many women donated their sons to the Order for this purpose. Other specimens were collected from the outside world and brought here so that young girls who joined the Order could be trained in and practice the arts of male torture. And while a full set of male organs would advance a girl to the status of woman, it took many dozens of male genitals for a woman to advance to the rank of Preistess.
Sweat began to form on the bodies of the two men as they neared their goal. The bride's father glanced nervously at the table of instruments, but this failed to dampen his need. His arousal was too great despite what he knew awaited him. He had witnessed many wedding ceremonies. In each one, he watched the father of the bride suffer the agony that he was about to suffer. In his own wedding he held his father-in-law's penis in his lips as semen gushed into his sucking mouth. He remembered the horror he felt when, after a few quick movements by the preistess, he came away with the organ still in his mouth, still dripping semen down his throat, but no longer attatched to the man's body. He could only kneel there watching as his bride's father jerked in pain against the ropes that bound him while the priestess finished her ministrations. His shock was so great that it wasn't until his new wife lifted his head to remove it that he remembered he still had the man's penis filling his mouth.
Now his own orgasm approached and he knew that the agony he had watched his father-in-law suffer would be his. He looked down at his daughter's husband who bathed his rampant erection with the warmth of his mouth. He knew that he wouldn't last much longer. Oral sex was rarely granted to males. More often they were commanded to masturbate when and where their mistress commanded them. And on those few occasions that oral sex was allowed, it was usually at the command of a female seeking to amuse herself by wathcing two males lie down side by side, hands behind their backs and suck each other off. The winner in these contests had the pleasure of experiencing an orgasm while the loser was inevitably treated to a ball beating or penis whipping on top of having to swallow whatever the winner had expelled into his mouth.
But now during the wedding, he was receiving the full attention of another person's mouth on his genitals. He knew he would never last. The preistess knew it as well and she moved closer to his straining body to perform the final cut.
His heart began to beat rapidly and he breathed in gasps. As his new son-in-law sucked hungrily, he could feel the final orgasm of his life begin. His excitment strained his penis to huge proportions and every lick felt like jolts of electicity. His body jerked and spasmed in pre-come frustration and it seemed as if the end would never come. Faster and faster he pushed his hips out trying to add to the sensation he was feeling. His entire body was out of control as he neared that last explosion. Just as he felt he must either shoot his come or die, he felt the first uncontrollable spasm in his penis.
Semen blasted from his cock nearly chocking his daughter's husband with it's volume. He cried out in ecstasy and more semen flew out of his prick. He gazed at his groin and felt his cock tensing to shoot another jet of come. But he never made it!! Suddenly and excrutiatingly he felt the priestess slicing into his raging erection to end his orgasm and his life as a man. So hard was his penis that it took the priestess two cuts to finish the job, but finish it she did.
He writhed in agony!! Never had he felt such pain! He didn't want to look down, but his eyes were drawn by the pain. The priestess was adding the final touches to her work and had no intention of helping ease his burden as she finished. She moved back to let the audience witness his agony and he couldn't help his reactions. Tied as he was, he couldn't do anything to cover his hurt, and each lightning bolt of pain caused his body to jerk and spasmed uncontrollably. He tried to curl into a ball but the ropes prevented this. From what seemed like a huge distance he heard others crying out. Foggily he looked out and saw that many women were being serviced by the mouths of thier slaves while his cock was being taken from his son-in law's mouth by his daughter. The cries he heard were the cries of pleasure... the pleasure of females delighting in his agony. Even young virgin girls had a brother tonguing thier bare pussies. As his wife held his prick high for all to see, the sight seemed to set off a chain reaction in the women. Females were having orgasms all over the audience. While most women were being pleasured some reacted to the sight by performing impromtu tortures on their slaves. One slave was being held in place by another woman and her slave. The slave being held down was having his balls beaten again and again by his mistress. The wedding had turned into a free-for-all while the brides father continued to agonize.
After many minutes of this the crowd began to settle down. The bride was about to make her exit. As the music played the audience rose to honor her. She led her newly circumcised husband to her father still trembling in his bonds. Later at a private ceremony, her mother would pierce what remained of his penis stub with a metal ring so he could be led on a genital leash... minus the genitals. She kissed him lightly on the cheek, and turned to the guests.
"Ladies, I give you a new Mistress and her slave"! announced the priestess. Everyone applauded as she pulled on her groom's genital leash and walked down the aisle while he carried her symbol of womanhood in his hands...a full set of male organs.