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From Husband to Castrated Sissy

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Synopsis: Wife and her lover force hubby to accept his new position in life...on his knees.

From Husband to Castrated Sissy

Kimmie Holland

“Oh my god!”

My wife looked up over the muscular shoulder of the huge black guy nailing her on our bed. Her long tanned legs wrapped around v-shaped torso. “Hi honey. What are you doing home early?”

“Kelli what the fucks going on here?!”

At that, the black guy turned and shot me a nasty glance. “Whats it look like we doing, genius? Im dicking your old lady. Now get out of here fuckshit I aint finished.”

“Better go downstairs dear,” Kelli said, smiling. “Ill be down later to explain.”

Of course I was shocked, but what else could I do? I went downstairs poured myself a drink and then another. I was already half plastered by the time she came down. She was wrapped in her bathrobe. Behind her was the black guy wrapped in mine.

“Kelli,” I stood up too quickly. The room swayed. I sat back down with a plop, nearly missing the couch entirely. I wiped my nose with the back of my hand and sniffed hard. It was no use trying to disguise the fact that Id been crying. “What is the meaning of this?”

“Its simple Kenny,” my wife said. “Carlos and I are lovers.”

“How long…” I choked up.

“Is that really important?”

“How long?” I demanded, starting to feel angry.

“A year and a half.”

“A year and a half!” I couldnt believe what I was hearing. My wife was fucking another man for a year and a half and I hadnt suspected a thing! “Why? Why Kelli, dont you love me?”

The black guy rolled his eyes and muttered something about me being a lameshit faggot but I ignored him for the time being. Id get to him later. He poured himself a drink and made himself comfortable in my easy chair. He turned on the TV.

“Kelli, I want an answer!”

“Oh Kenny, what do you expect me to say? Of course, I love you. Youre like…I dont know, my best friend or something.”

“Your best friend?! Kelli, Im your husband! Your lover!”

“No more asswipe,” Carlos said from the easy chair. Hed pushed it back, his feet up.

“Tell him to leave,” I demanded of my wife. “Tell him you want him to go. Now.”

“I cant do that, sweetie,” my wife said.

“Why not?”

“Because I dont want him to leave.”

Carlos chucked at that. “She dont want me to leave, you hear that sweetie?”

“Well Im telling you. Get out. Get out now, you son of a bitch!” I shrieked. I was practically hysterical.

“Just shut the fuck up,” the black man said, sounding almost bored. “Youre ruining my good mood.

I started towards the man in my chair, dressed in my robe, whod just had his cock in my wife.

Kelli laid a hand on my arm. “Honey, dont.”

“Like hell I wont.”

The black man sighed, put his drink down on the table, and calmly pushed the chair down to get to his feet.

Behind me, I heard Kelli say, “Be careful Carlos. Dont hurt him too much.”

Id like to think I could blame the booze Id drunk, but the fact is even if Id been cold sober and hed been drunk, I dont think the results would have been any different. He was huge and strong, and it couldnt have taken any more than one blow, although I dont even clearly remember that. What I do remember is that he slapped me upside the head with his open palm and it was all over for me. My knees buckled and I crumpled to the floor in a heap. Carlos sat back down in the easy chair, picked up his drink, and continued watching television. Kelli was kneeling beside me, asking me something, but I couldnt hear her voice. Everything sounded like I was underwater. Then I passed out.

* * *

When I came to, Kelli was still kneeling next to me, but I was no longer in the living room. I was in the basement lying on one of the beach lounge chairs that we put out on the deck in the summer. My wife was undoing my pants and pulling them down. She had already removed my shoes and socks. I was still pretty groggy so it took me a while to realize that my shirt had also been removed. I was naked from the waist up and my arms were raised over my head, my wrists tied to the bar running along the top of the chair. By the time I managed to make sense of what was going on, Kelli had tied my ankles to the bottom of the lounge chair.

“I really wish you hadnt provoked Carlos like that. But I guess it would have come to this anyway.”

“What are you talking about? Kelli whats going on? Whats happening?”

I tried to keep the panic out of my voice, but it was impossible. The sympathetic look on Kellis face scared me more than anything else.

“It wont be so bad once its over. Youll see. Itll help you adjust to…umm, things.”

“What things? Kelli talk to me, please.”

“Your attitude honey. Its too bad you had that little outburst. Carlos wants to make sure it doesnt happen again.”

“Kelli, I dont understand.”

My wife gave me a little kiss on the forehead. “You will sweetie. Soon.”

Then, to my surprise, she began to attach a small bullet vibrator to my penis with a few elastic bands, and turned the control onto high. She giggled when, in spite of myself, I became almost erect.

I felt myself blush because just then Carlos came down the cellar stairs and stood over the chair where I was lying.

“Is the bitch ready?”

“All ready,” my wife said, standing.

The black man sneered when he saw my erection. “Is that it? Thats all there is to him,” he laughed.

My humiliation deepened, but Id learned my lesson. I wasnt about to antagonize Carlos any further, especially not as helpless and exposed as I was.

“Fraid so,” Kelli grinned. “Not very big is he?”

I couldnt believe what was happening to me, nor could I stop it. The vibrator attached to my cock was having its predictable effect. I strained against the plastic ties binding my wrists and ankles. It was no use resisting. I gasped as my cock spurted onto my belly.

“And not much lasting power either,” my wife concluded, shaking her head disapprovingly.

“Well well be fixing that problem.”

Kelli snickered.

I had no idea what they were talking about, but my mind was still cloudy, not just from the beating Id taken, but now also from the vibrator, which continued to buzz away, and had already begun to revive my spent cock. The black man squatted down on one side of the lounge chair and my wife on the other side. While Kelli held my balls up in her soft palm, Carlos slipped a small leather noose over the sac, right at the base of my cock shaft. Was this some sort of kinky sex game? Were they going to try to prevent me from cumming? Between the vibrator and Kellis hand, but also the black mans manipulation with the leather noose, I was half-erect.

“Wait,” I gasped, “thats…ugh…thats too tight.”

“Not yet it aint, princess,” Carlos laughed.

He had pulled the leather lasso closed so tightly that it already looked like my balls were detached from my body. They looked like a couple of bright pink plums ready to burst.

I groaned as the breath went out of me and felt nauseous.

“What…what are you doing?” I cried, when I was able to catch my breath. I was panicking, and not even trying to control it this time.

“Sshh,” my wife said, smoothing my hair back like a mother comforting a child. “Enjoy it. While you can.”

Before they turned off the light and left me there, my wife and her lover stood by the side of the chair where I lay and looked down at my quivering, bound body. Unbelievably, I was shivering to another orgasm, but this one much weaker than the first, and with hardly any expulsion of cum. My tied off balls were already aching.

“How long,” Kelli asked.

“By tomorrow morning,” Carlos said. “Itll already be way too late.”

I saw a wicked gleam in Kellis eyes Id never seen before. She was looking down at me as she kissed her lover deep and full on the mouth, his hands exploring her ass. It was then I knew that she wasnt the least bit regretful of what her boyfriend was doing to me. That, just the opposite, she wanted it as much, if not more, than he did.

* * *

I guess I hardly need explain that it was the worst night of my life. My wife was upstairs fucking another man in our bed while I lay in the basement waiting for my balls to die. Because now I understood thats what they had planned for me. I struggled against my bondage but it was no use. I was too weak, too exhausted, too defeated. I lay back on the lounge chair and tried to concentrate on the pleasurable feelings the vibrator was still milking from my cock and to ignore the fatal throbbing of the tight ligature that was strangling the life from my testicles.

I came again, but so weakly it hardly resembled an orgasm at all, just a spreading tickling-itching warmth deep inside my tummy. If I spurted at all, it was little more than a few tiny clear droplets.

By now, Id even stopped crying. It was time to face the facts. I had lost my woman to a superior male and nothing could change that. Kelli preferred Carlos and his big cock. I was expendable. The only hope I had to stay with her was to find some innocuous role in her and her new mans life.

So I was relatively calm when Kelli came down to check on me sometime in the middle of the night. I was touched that shed thought of me. She checked my testicles and gave me a long knowing glance. But this time it wasnt wicked, but full of tenderness and sympathy.

I knew what shed seen. The last time I dared to look between my legs I saw that my tied off scrotum had turned an alarming and unnatural muddy purple color.

“Theyve already begun to die,” Kelli said, matter-of-factly. “Theres no going back now.” 

I felt one last tear roll down the side of my face. 

She lifted my head and gave me a few sips of water. Then she explained how things would be from now on. She knew I still loved her and she admitted she still had tender feelings for me, too. She just didnt feel sexual to me anymore, and hadnt for a long time. She had talked Carlos into letting me live with them but I had to know my place. I was to be, more or less, their servant, but, of course, Id always be free to go if thats what I chose. They wouldnt keep me against my will. She didnt think Id cause any trouble, since she doubted that Id want everyone to know I wasnt a man anymore, but even if I did, she and Carlos would swear that Id castrated myself in despair when I discovered she was leaving me for another man. Then again, she added pointedly, if I made too much of a nuisance of myself, Carlos could always simply revert to his original plan, which had been to make me disappear. Permanently.

“But I really dont think that will be necessary, will it sweetie?”

“No,” I whispered, stunned at how close Id come to ending up a murder victim.

Kelli smiled, patted my head, and ask if she could get me anything else before she went back to bed. I asked her for a blanket. It was cold in the cellar and, besides being naked, I found losing my balls and Kellis recent revelations to be particularly. She pulled out an old quilt stored on a shelf in the pantry and covered me. Then she bid me a good night and returned to her lovers arms, leaving me to mourn the death of my manhood alone.

By morning, Carlos examined my ball sac, stood up, and with a self-satisfied smirk announced that it was done: I was officially a eunuch. Kelli said, “Congratulations honey,” and that was that.

I was given instructions not to try to remove the leather cord from my blackened testicles so as to avoid infection; instead, the dead flesh that my balls had become would dry up and fall off by themselves, “like a pair of rotten grapes,” Kelli laughed. And thats just what happened. At first, the smell was pretty bad and I was the butt of a lot of Carloss jokes. Kelli had me use her perfume to scent the panties I now wore all the time and that helped. Eventually, though, the flesh dried up and no longer smelled and sort of began flaking away. One night I took off my panties and found the remains of what used to be my scrotum and testicles at the bottom.

Id had a while to get used to the idea of being a feminized eunuch by then. I felt a little down, but what was done was done. I took like a lot easier now. As the saying goes, I just didnt sweat the small stuff anymore.

* * *

Three years later and Kelli and I are still together. Were still married, at last legally, but naturally I dont have any conjugal rights any more. I dont miss the sex so much as I miss the intimacy I used to share with my beautiful wife. Nowadays Ill often do her hair or nails, usually at the salon where I now work part time, but the closest I come to real physical intimacy is when Im occasionally asked to give her a totally platonic massage. I took a short course in therapeutic massage since Carlos enjoys a relaxing massage at the end of the day.

Carlos moved into the house shortly after I was castrated. Needless to say, he shares Kellis bed. Ive made up a small room in what used to be a storage area under the stairs. There are no windows but Ive decorated it bright and cozy.

Along with the massage course, I also took enough cosmetology courses to do some hairstyling at the salon. Between my part-time work at the salon and my full-time job as a homemaker for Kelli and Carlos, Im kept pretty much on my painted toes.

Yes, I keep my toes polished, as well as my fingers. My body is always waxed smooth and while I cant quite be mistaken for a girl, my personal appearance makes it quite obvious that Ive been feminized. With each change, Kelli assured me that Carlos would lose a little more of the hostility he still had for me even as a former male. And I was happy to discover that my wife was right. As I started adopting more and more feminine traits, Carlos stopped seeing me even as a former male, and more like the subordinate femme sissy that Ive become. The latest changea pair of 36-inch breast implantswere the most successful. Now Carlos no longer even refers to me as “he” and “him.” Its strictly “she,” “her,” or what has become my girl name, “Kimmie.” Sometimes, when Kelli is having her period or just isnt feeling well or not into it, Carlos will have me kneel down and blow him. Ive gotten to be pretty good at it and I have to admit it does give me a nice sexy feeling to have him shoot his huge load into my mouth and to swallow the same hot cum that he shoots into my wifes cunt.

As for my sex life, thats pretty much it. I dont have a lot of desires in that department, which I guess is pretty lucky since I dont have much means of satisfying them. Mr. Richard, thats the owner of the salon where I work, has taken a liking to me and weve gone on a few dates over the last three months. Ive gone down on him, too, and hes even taken me in what he calls my boi-pussy. That actually feels the best of all now that Im stretched out and it no longer hurts. Mr. Richard is gay so he likes me in-between girl and boy and doesnt want Kelli and Carlos to have my penis removed. He likes to play around with it while hes fucking me in the boi-pussy, even though I cant really get hard anymore or cum, even with the testosterone pills he sometimes feeds me.

Well, luckily for him, Kelli and Carlos dont want my clittie removed either. Not now, anyway. They say they like it to be a reminder of my status as a neutered femme sissy. So everyone is happy with the way things are, even me, I guess. I dont think about it too much anymore. Ive gotten used to my life the way it is. I find it almost impossible to imagine what it was like before.

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