Cuckold Nior

My wife and I had been married for three years and our sex life had always been mundane at best and then her interests in it became even less. We still had sex occasionally but it was obvious that it just wasn’t doing much for her. It had always been that my cock was just too small to really give her an orgasm. I was endowed with about four inches at my hardest and my wife, Tammy, had already had a first husband before me that had stretched her to where mine didn’t really even do much more than would a finger. Her first husband, Dan, was quite a man with eight inches and a thickness that made women feel that slickness inside just from seeing it. That was what she had become accustomed to, so when we first got naked together and she saw mine, she immediately got sort of a disgruntled look on her face. I had no idea what this was about but it was at best disappointing to her. She was sweet about it and we had sex and she faked orgasm.

Tammy did this for months and we were married before she ever told me that size matters. This was after a few months of being married and she became tired of faking orgasm and began giving me more and more hand jobs and began to show less and less interest in letting me into her vagina. Oral sex had never been something she enjoyed doing for a man because her first husband would require her to do that for him and leave her horny, and Anal sex was out of the question. Her first had used that more as punishment, so Tammy had developed sort of strange thoughts on sexuality due to how her first marriage had gone.

She said I made a far more dependable husband than her first one that always gambled everything away and left them penniless. She always said that he was much the stud in bed but he was a mule when it came to working and making a living. He would work but then he would find the nearest bookie to take his money and so it left them with nothing to show for it. A mule works hard but may balk and just sit down and do nothing, that was how she described him in paying the bills, do nothing. Due to that, she had made it clear when we married that she would be the one in charge or the top as she put it. Her first husband had taught he what a top was and that a woman was always the bottom because she was the bottom slot in sex. In our marriage, Tammy would have none of this. As proof, she almost always got on top for our sex, although, occasionally she would try letting me on top just to become frustrated when she still couldn’t get her orgasm. She was becoming the queen of female masturbation and it was basically her only sexual release. I had never known that a woman had even more sexual need for release than a man until it became so obvious with Tammy and how furiously she would masturbate to get the orgasm she couldn’t get during our sex.

One of the best assets of a woman giving her man a hand job is that it allows both to look each other in the face as they talk during the sex act. She can use her hand to work you up and virtually control things as it excites her. When it is a subject she finds intriguing, she can increase the stroke and tension of her hand to give the man more pleasure so in that way she can direct the interactions. We had learned from this and we had discussed my having a castration fantasy and our mutual fantasy of her taking a black man as her lover on many occasions. Discussing her having sexual relations with black men always resulted in more pleasure for me and she was quite open that she had dated a few black men in the past and found sex with them to be much better than any sex she had ever had with men of her own race, referred to as white boys, not men. She was adamant that white guys just didn’t have what it takes nor did they know how to do it for a woman.

Our sex was more and more with me naked and her in sexy lingerie but she would not get naked, and Hand sex had become our usual and there was more talk than moaning, but our discussions had never progressed beyond fantasy and my encouragement. Living in Detroit gave her ample opportunity to meet black men where she worked as an accountant but she would never accept any of their advances even though they regularly did so. Here in Detroit there seems to be a common conception that all white women really want sex with a black man and most of the black men know this and will make passes at white women knowing that she is married to a white man. Tammy had already experienced interracial sex so I couldn’t imagine why she wouldn’t just go for it. In fact, one of the Vice Presidents of the accounting firm where she was employed was black and had expressed many times his interest in Tammy. He had offered to date her and that personal interaction was how to progress within the firm. Basically, he was saying to Tammy that if she would get naked that he would make her his secretary. To this I encouraged her to accept his advances but she would always reply that would make him the top, and she would have to do what he wanted. She had a first husband that made wants into commands, and that was her problem with letting a man sexually top her. She would usually laugh and reach down and squeeze my balls till it hurt and then tell me that I should know what that makes me and call me Subby instead of Hubby.

This had been my reality for months, but one day I came home early from the law office where I am an attorney. I found Tammy’s shiny black BMW already parked in the garage and it was two hours early for her to get home. As I walked into the house from the garage, I was about to call out her name when I heard her sort of screaming from our bedroom. It wasn’t a scream of terror but of obvious pleasure. Stealthily, I crept to the bedroom and peeked in expecting to find her masturbating, but to my complete surprise she was there, legs in the air with red high heels on her feet and wearing the red and black lingerie she preferred when she gave me hand, but instead of masturbating I found that she was on her back with one jet black nubile stud mounted atop her pounding what looked like ten inches of black man meat into regions of her pussy that I had never ever been into. He was the darkest black man I had ever seen and he was muscled like an ancient African Warrior. I smelled this sweet coconut sort of aroma and it suddenly dawned on me that what I had been smelling on Tammy for months wasn’t a new perfume but the smell of her lover. She had been wearing the lingerie to give me a hand job that she had worn during sex with her lover, and she had already taken a black man as her lover.

As I felt my trousers, I found my little four inches was already hard as a rock. I could see from the crack of the bedroom door that my little white cock looked like a little boy compared to her black lover’s Real Man Cock. I began squeezing it through my trousers then unzipped and began masturbating as I watched real sex for once. Tammy was having orgasms I had only imagined in my dreams. I was about to cum when it suddenly dawned on me that being caught peeking could be quite awkward for all of us. I was in approval of what I had found, but this might be the wrong way to learn of her lover.

Quickly but quietly, I crept back to the garage and back to my car. I knocked it out of gear and pushed so it would roll out into the street without making any noise before starting the engine. Once on the street and out of sight of our house, I furiously masturbated and came onto a tissue. I was so aroused by what I had seen that once just didn’t do it for me. It was then that I thought of the Adult Video Shops and the booths in back where men would go to the glory holes and suck another man’s cock. My little cock was straining at rock hard and already wanting a second release at the thought of my being on my knees sucking a cock while Tammy was getting fucked by a huge black cock.

It was a no brainer, within ten minutes I was at the Adult Video Shop in back in a booth with a rather large white cock in my mouth and my hand around my little member. I sucked and within a couple minutes my mouth was filled with man seed. I swallowed but didn’t make mine cum, I wanted to wait. It was good I did because I sat there watching gay sex videos only a few minutes before a second man entered the booth beside me. This time it was a big uncut black cock that showed through the glory hole. This was what I wanted and had been waiting for. It was only fitting that I sucked black cock and jerked off while Tammy was having her pussy filled with virile black man seed. I had noticed that there was no condom between Tammy and her Nubile Stud. She was taking him bareback and that was something else she had never allowed me to do.

I sucked much longer on this manly black cock before he finally released into my mouth a jet of thick semen that was surely more virile than that I had received before. This was a Real Man and thought of it impregnating a white woman flooded my mind as it flooded into my mouth, perhaps impregnating Tammy’s belly to give her a black baby. I came my little watery juice onto a tissue and swallowed the thick Real Man Seed and was done with mine long before he finished.

When finished, I got up from my knees and zipped my trousers before exiting the booth. I noticed the black man exiting the booth beside and he just smiled as we passed knowing I had just given him a blowjob. We walked separately out into the lobby where the books and videos were sold and the woman behind the counter sort of looked at me with a little grin like she knew what we had done. She was a tall blonde dressed in a black leather dress with black leather boots and makeup that gave her the look of a street prostitute. That was the usual look of uber sexuality of most of the tellers at the Adult Video Shops in Detroit. It was almost a type of uniform for the ladies. The establishment was of gay orientation only, but everyone seemed to appreciate having what looked like a highly accessible woman running the place, even though she was not going to have sex with anyone, and even though such things were definitely not allowed in those shops. Unescorted women were not even allowed into the booth area.

I was about to exit the building when the woman at the counter spoke to me as I passed the counter. She pointed at a specific book and told me that it looks like that might be something in which you might have an interest. I looked at what she indicated to see the title, “Castration and the Husband, all you need to know.”

I looked at it and then at her and said, “Exactly, how did you know?”

She just grinned and said, “Hun, I can tell. A woman knows. Like I know what you were doing back there in the booths.”

She could see I was sort of embarrassed and I bought and paid for the book so she said softly, “Hun, you’ll love it. Just get your wife interested and get her to read it. She’ll love you like that. My husband is done. He’s a Eunuch and I fuck any guy I want.”

It was still about an hour before my normal time to get home and I didn’t want to upset Tammy, so I went out to my Mercedes and just sat there in the parking lot reading the new book. It was as if someone had known Tammy and my life’s story and wrote this as a guide just for us. It was exactly what we had discussed, a white woman with a white husband that was castrated as her companion while she took a black man to perform the husbandly duties of sex. In the book the woman was impregnated by her black lover while her white eunuch held the black cock inside her pussy so it wouldn’t slip out. I thumbed thought to the back and found that it even gave directions on how to find a doctor or a cutter or even do the castration yourself if you possessed certain skills. A list of providers was even given for the medications required.

When the hour passed, I started my car and drove home just as normal. When I arrived, I parked in the garage and walked inside to find Tammy sitting on the sofa in the same red and black lingerie she was wearing earlier. I told her how sexy she looked and then asked if there was something special the reason she was dressed so hot so early in the evening. She said that there was nothing and that she just felt sexy so she had dressed the part when she changed from her work clothes.

I showed her the book I had bought and told her to read while I remove her panties and lick. She looked sort of funny and replied that she had a surprise for me and was going to wait but if I wanted to eat it now that she had to go ahead and tell me that she had given in and brought her black boss home with her today and that her pussy was filled with his black man seed.

I acted as if I did not already know and showed complete surprise with complete approval. This made her happy and she immediately stood and told me to get on my knees and remove her panties. I did so and she sat on the sofa so that I could lick and suck her gooey pussy. She sat reading the book and then noticed that it was from the Adult Video Shop and asked if I had already been on my knees today. I stopped for a moment and admitted that I had been. She giggled and said how interesting that we were both getting some cock.

I licked her clean and jerked off again onto a tissue before sitting back to notice that she was more interested in the book than what I was doing licking her pussy. When I asked, she said that she was completely satisfied for once and there was no more girl juice to get out of her. Her lover had done it for her. I was just the clean up boy.

I got up and sat on the sofa beside her and we began to discuss the book. I was never able to explain the castration idea sufficiently but this book made a great argument for it. For the first time, she was beginning to understand what it all meant and just what was involved. It was so Hot sitting there with her so sexy in lingerie filled with black man seed and discussing having me castrated to be her eunuch after having given two blowjobs and jerking myself off. To us both this just began to feel right. She admitted that she had already had sex with her boss before but didn’t want to tell me until the time was right and she was sure she wanted to continue with her love affairs. To that, I admitted that I had been to the Adult Video Shops before to suck other men’s cock and that I wanted to be castrated. So we agreed that she would finish reading the book and decide how to do it. She then included and made sure I understood there would be no more pussy for me. Her pussy would belong to her black man and I would be castrated to suck cock. I agreed.

We didn’t do our hand job thing for the next week as she read the book and did research but she did let me know that every afternoon her boss was fucking her and that she had given him blowjobs. He was also preparing her for anal sex, things she would never do with me. She said she didn’t want to give me any so that I would know this was for real. She said she wanted to be sure I understood fantasy was about to be made into my reality and that getting castrated was going to make things vastly different for me, and for her and her black lover. I always replied that I fully understood what it meant to be made a woman’s eunuch. She would then reply, “Okay, you sometimes get what you ask for. The book says that once done you won’t regret it.”

The next week, my Tammy came into the bedroom wearing her favorite red and black lingerie that she preferred to wear with her lover. She was so sexy that I knew something was up as soon as I saw her. She told me to strip naked, so I did. She had me lie on the bed where she began stroking my little cock with her hand just as we usually did but she began telling me that she had discussed it with her lover and that they had found a black man that was a cutter and had agreed to castrate me while they forced me to watch her and her black lover making love. I was to be castrated while she got fucked by black cock till they both came. When done, I would be a eunuch and she would be pregnant with a black baby, well, they hoped she would be impregnated.

I was so excited that I squirted cum all over and Tammy just laughed out loud at me. She couldn’t believe how the thought had made me like putty in her hand till it just squirted everywhere. She laughed and told me to enjoy it because in a few days there wouldn’t be any more of that for me to make such a mess with. She made me clean up my mess and then put on her black panties. She took out a black leather dog collar and fastened it around my neck and led me on a leash downstairs where she instructed me to clean up her kitchen and do the dishes. She then told me that I was to become accustomed to my new lot as her eunuch. She also said that she was going to buy me a pair of high heels to wear when doing the housework but she had to order them since she couldn’t find a women’s size eleven at the stores to fit me.

I was still naked save for her black panties and dog collar when the doorbell rang. She instructed me to go to the door just as I was. When I did, it was her black boss had come over as they had previously decided. I let him in and then she informed me that as a part of my training, I was to stand there in panties with my hands handcuffed behind me to watch as they fuck. Then she stunned me by saying, “like you did peeking through the door crack that day.”

She had known all along. She had seen me watching that day. That was why she was sitting there in lingerie when I came home but she played along. She then used a pair of pink painted handcuffs and locked my hands behind me so that I couldn’t jerk off while watching them fuck. She locked the leash from my collar to a hook on the wall so that I would have to stand beside the bed, and then she laid down with legs in the air for her Black Stud to mount her. For the next two hours I stood there helpless and watched fucking in every hole she had to a force and depth that I could only imagine. At one point, when I spoke up about how hot this was and how rock hard my little cock was, she took the time during a short break to slip a ball gag into my mouth to silence such remarks. Then the real sex continued to her pleasures.

Her boss finished after a few hours and rolled over in our marriage bed to lay there with a huge super hard nine inch black cock sticking up still rock hard. It wasn’t eight inches; it’s almost ten I thought. Tammy got herself a cigarette and then got up out of bed still dripping his cum as she walked over to me and said, “Hun, that’s how a Real Man does it.” She then released my hands and my little cock squirted as soon as I touched it. My jerk off time was about two seconds. She laughed as she removed my gag and my collar. She then laughingly said, “I guess this is for you, you’ll make a good eunuch. Now, get down on your knees and crawl over there and suck my Man’s cock.”

I didn’t hesitate. I dropped to my knees and crawled to the bed where I took his cock first into my hands and then slipped my lips down over the big black cock head to begin sucking like a whore in heat. Tammy came over and took my little white one into her and to begin jerking it off as she talked as we usually did. “Well, get used to it Hun. We found a black man that is a cutter. We are all going over to his place tomorrow where he is going to nut you while Calvin and I fuck. (Tammy’s black lover bosses name was Calvin.) When we are all done, hopefully, I’ll be pregnant with Calvin’s baby and you will be castrated where you won’t bother women any longer.”

As she finished telling me the plans, Calvin filled my mouth with his thick black man seed and my little white weenie squirted in Tammy’s hand again. She looked disapprovingly and snapped, “You clean up that mess Bitch. I’ll be glad when you are castrated where you won’t squirt juice out like that anymore. Then we’ll see if you can even get up a hard. You know the book says lots of eunuchs are completely impotent and can’t ever get hard. It’s like super ED that Viagra can’t help. You’ll probably be one of those like a little Bitch.”

I had swallowed Calvin’s load so as not to make a mess because I knew Tammy was going to have the same opinion if I let it spill. Tammy sat on the bedside and spread her thighs wide and commanded me to lick her pussy clean. It was a real treat for me because her lover Calvin lay there watching just moments after I sucked him off.

That evening, Tammy locked me in the basement so that she could share her bed with Calvin for the night and many times during the night I could hear her screaming in orgasm. They must have fucked a dozen times during the night. I lay there on the basement cot and jerked off imagining her being pleasured but also somewhat frightened at what lay in store for me the next day. I had fantasized about it many times but with it looming to become reality I found myself frightened to a point where I could not sleep.

When morning came, Tammy came down to the basement with a tray of coffee. She showed me a large expensive ruby ring that Calvin had given her during the night but I did not think anything of it other than he was showing how he could afford much more than I ever could on my attorney salary. I was paid on commission on the criminal trial cases I won or as a public defender whereas Calvin was a VP of one of the largest accounting firms in Detroit. I could never match his financial abilities to woo a woman.

Tammy and I sat on folding metal chairs at a folding table in the basement for our coffee. I drank mine and soon began to feel strangely calm and docile. She watched and when she saw I was feeling the effects, she showed me that the ring was inscribed “Witch” at the back and the ruby was hinged to open to a cavity where drugs could be concealed. She then showed me how she had flicked open the ring and dumped the contents into my coffee so that I would be calm and docile for my big day and not cause trouble by trying to back out at the last minute. She said, “Oh, it’s too late for that. You’ll not back out now. By this evening, you are going to be my eunuch and I’ll have your balls made into earrings so that I can wear them.”

Whatever Tammy had given me was such a powerful psychotic drug that I barely remember anything other than being led along on a leash like a zombie. My hands were handcuffed with the pink handcuffs in front of me and my ankles were locked in leg irons with a chain between them and the handcuffs like a convict being transferred from one prison to another.

When I began to come back to myself in my mind, I was locked in a sort of medieval stocks with my head and hands firmly held. I was bent over a wooden barrel that I think was an old whiskey barrel and my ankles were spread far apart and locked to posts so that I could do nothing but stand there and watch straight ahead. There was a ball gag in my mouth to keep me quiet and there was a butt plug already stuck up my asshole. I could feel that I was naked and that there was a banding already around my scrotum letting it become numb and dark in preparation for removal. If there had ever been any doubt in my mind it was gone now. I was terribly frightened and knew that I was about to be castrated for real and that I had asked for this. There had been no discussion of how it was to be done but this situation bode ill for what was to come.

After a few minutes, Tammy, Calvin and an unknown black man came into the room that I now realized was decorated to medieval dungeon style. There was a large red pentagram on the wall with red candles burning for ambiance. From the walls hung old world style shackles and leg irons alongside whips and chains. There was a set of Knight’s armour and a shield with a Red Cross type symbol. I noticed that there were also digital cameras to record everything that took place. Directly in front of my line of sight from the stocks was a King’s Throne with a jeweled Crown held at the top that appeared as if it could be taken from its holder to place upon someone’s head. Just to the front of the throne and lower toward the floor was a large round padded bed covered in black leather but with a leopard skin complete with the taxidermied head that appeared to be real and not a cheap plastic faux.

Tammy, Calvin and the unknown fellow all went over to a bar area where all three had shots of Crown Royal whiskey as they spoke in a low tone causing me to be unable to hear their words. After a few drinks, Tammy slipped off her outer coat to reveal that she was wearing her favorite red and black lingerie along with black fishnet hose and knee high black leather high heel boots. This brought jeers of approval from both of the black men. I have to admit she was super sexy with blonde hair and blue eyes to top her perfectly shaped body and D-cup breasts. It caused my little weenie to stiffen with the knowledge that she was about to be fucked by nine to ten inches of Big Black Cock.

They all looked in my direction and then Tammy came walking in a sexy strut over to me where she unsnapped the sides of her black panties so that they came off as she stood directly before my face just at her pussy height. She was smoothly shaven with hairless pussy for this occasion and she wanted me to get a close look. She then sort of rocked back and reached down with both hands to pull her holes forward toward me. I thought to see her closely, until piss suddenly shot forth and squirted into my face. It must have been a gallon of girl piss that she squirted into my face before she finished and then sort of patted me on the head before she giggled and told me I’d learn to enjoy it from her. She then walked over and lay on her back atop the leopard skin. She was met there by Calvin that had stripped down naked while she gave me the golden shower.

Tammy rose to her knees and began giving Calvin oral sex to harden his cock for sex. She used her right hand around the shaft of his cock and her left hand under his balls as she sucked on the head of his enormous cock and appeared to enjoy giving him head. Calvin took hold to her blonde hair and pulled her mouth further onto his cock so it protruded deeper into her throat. Tammy had learned much of sex that she had never shown me.

Only minutes passed before Tammy lay back on the leopard skin onto her back with her legs held high in the air as her invitation that she was open for business. Calvin mounted her and pushed his cock all the way nearly ten inches inside without hesitation to make Tammy groan with pain and pleasure. She was given no time to adjust before Calvin was slamming all his dark meat balls deep into her pussy to drive her into almost immediate orgasm and keep her in orgasm nonstop.

After five minutes or so, I felt someone behind me where I could not see and then that someone grabbed hold to my already numb balls and scrotum to pull and tug as I felt sting after sting that I later discovered was the unknown Cutter was checking my balls and scrotum to be sure the blood had been cut off long enough that they were numb but I was given no anesthetic.

I watched the fuck session that I could never have matched that kept Tammy in toe curling orgasm as I felt something being done to my scrotum and balls that I knew was my castration. The Cutter used a surgical scalpel to make a cut along the bottom of my scrotum and then he squeezed hard to force my balls outside through the split. He slowly cut away the membrane and connecting tissue until both my balls were held in place only by the cords of arteries and vas deferens before he let them hang there waiting for the proper timing. He used surgical bands to tie off the mid-portion of the cords and awaited the signal from Calvin.

Even though my scrotum was banded with a castration tool for livestock, I was still experiencing great pain all the way up into my abdomen to the point where I was dizzy and sweating profusely. Every minute seemed like hours as Calvin and Tammy fucked like wild animals there before my eyes. I closed my eyes once but the sight was so arousing that I could not keep myself from watching. I wanted to watch and even through the pain knew that I really wanted this Black Man to castrate me while I watched Tammy impregnated with a Black Baby. It was tearing my mind apart. What sort of perverted psycho was I that I was allowing my own castration while forced to watch a Negro Man impregnate my Blonde wife with a Black Baby? The pain of this was forcing me to come to terms with the possibility that I really was crazy to a new level of insanity produced by years of brainwashing by political forces of political correctness via television, music and pornography. Now my balls were the source of agony and I was ready to beg for them to be cut off where the pain would cease.

I stood there with my balls exposed to the open air for what must have been over an hour while Tammy and Calvin Fucked first with him on top and in her Pussy and then with her in the doggy style position and Calvin’s cock up her Asshole. I was watching Anal Sex to an animalistic level and something that I had never even been allowed to do with my wife.

The excitement in both of them rose until it was obvious that both were going into orgasm. Tammy was about to have an orgasm from the Anal fucking that Calvin was giving her. My mind flooded with the thought of whether it was an Anal orgasm or was her Pussy to Orgasm as he flooded her anal insides with his Black Man Seed.

As they both came to orgasm, without warning pain shot through my groin and abdomen to an intensity that I had never imagined in my life and I began to faint with my sight going black and dark before me. The cutter was quick to use smelling salts to revive me before a second pain did the same and caused me to faint again. I didn’t know what had been done until I heard someone say that it was my right testicle cut off first and left one second and that they had been cut off with a red hot Iron so that the cords would cauterize and not bleed. Then the voice told me that I was now a fully castrated eunuch white boy and would be for the remainder of my life. The male voice continued to say that there would be no pussy for me from now on and that I wouldn’t even want any.

I was beginning to recover and regain my sight when I felt a searing heat upon my buttocks right side. Not only had I been castrated but they had used a red hot branding iron to brand the initials “CN” onto my ass to show that I was the property of Calvin Nunn.

My sight returned just in time to see that Tammy was willingly bent over on the leopard skin for the unknown fellow to brand her buttocks with the “CN” just as they had done mine. She too had submitted to being branded as Calvin’s property. Smoke boiled up from her fleshy ass as the red hot metal burned its impression into the fatty tissue and skin of her previously blemishless bum. She jumped and squirmed and began crying as the branding was far more painful than she had been led to expect.

I was released from the stocks but I was so weak that I fell to the floor unable to muster the strength to walk. The unknown black man grabbed hold to my collar and dragged me across the floor by my neck to a stone dungeon cell complete with a door of welded iron bars. To her surprise, Tammy was led to the dungeon cell across the hallway mine. Both of us were locked inside our respective cells where we could see each other and talk but could not touch. We were about eight feet apart but in open view behind the iron bars reminiscent of medieval dungeon prison cells.

I must have passed out because the next thing I knew I was awakening on the stone floor. Tammy said that I had laid there for hours and she had become worried that I might be dead. She then complained that her ass hurt from that branding. I told her it would heal quickly but I was unable to really move around because I was the sorest I had ever been in my life already. My groin was swollen and hurt terribly. My ass also hurt just as hers from the branding.

Calvin came down the next morning and released Tammy so that she could come upstairs with him. He told her it was just to let her rest that she was placed in the cell and also so that she could keep an eye on me to be sure I had no problems during the night. He just didn’t want a eunuch touching his new Woman, even if I was her freshly castrated husband. As for me, I was kept in the dungeon for two weeks until my groin healed along with my buttocks branding. When they came down to release me from the cell, Tammy showed me her new earrings. They were a sort of strange looking set with what looked like a large black raisin inside a clear lexan sphere encaged in a golden cage setting with the hooks at the top to go in her pierced ears. She then told me that those dryed raisin looking things were my balls. She had indeed had them made into earrings and she was wearing them on my first day out as her eunuch to show me that she had the balls and that she could wear my balls as a symbol of her dominance over me. I have to admit it was a strange erotic sensation to see her with my balls as her earrings as she led me upstairs to show me my new bedroom, not our bedroom, because she was to share her bed with Calvin who was still a whole man.

As we walked up the stairs, I could feel that my scrotum was empty and that left me with a feeling that let me know I was definitely castrated. I could touch and play with things down there but it was vastly different. What made everything work was gone and my body knew it. Calvin said that is why feeling the pain of castration was important, so that your body, mind and soul knew it was now castrated. It was true; I was immediately far more docile and accepting of my new lot in life. Tammy no longer aroused me sexually and the sight of her naked with Calvin was exciting but my little weenie didn’t even bother getting hard. I realized that I now received more gratification from sucking Calvin’s cock with Tammy watching than from any form of my touching Tammy. Tammy and I talked more like sisters but it was really as woman to eunuch, there just wasn’t any sexual charge between us and she openly admitted she viewed me as sexually useless since my castration. I agreed and admitted that I loved it that she did have that opinion and that it pleased me that all women had that view of me and that I loved for women to all know I am castrated. When a woman that knows tells another that you are a eunuch that willingly let your balls be cut off, you can see the woman’s facial expression change as her opinion of you changes to one of either pity or disguest. It’s like when women tell you that you’re just going to be friends; she is really saying that you are never getting to touch me because you’re a repugnant little worm.

Calvin had Tammy move into his house and bring me along as her eunuch. His home was five times the size of our apartment and looked more like an antebellum mansion than modern house. Tammy began sharing Calvin’s bed more as his wife than mine. We were still married but as a eunuch I no longer had a need for a woman other than as a platonic friend. Of course, Tammy soon suggested that we get a divorce and I remain with her as her gay eunuch servant (or more like slave) while she married Calvin. I had to admit it made sense because I had no interest in women’s sexuality or sexual needs since my balls were cut off. In fact, sucking cock at the Adult Video Shops had become the only thing that interested me sexually and Tammy knew this, that being the reason she decided it was better to divorce me and keep me as her personal slave, and sometimes whipping boy if she needed someone to take out her anger upon because of some random situation that had caused her grief.

It was like Tammy had said so long ago, “Sometimes you get what you asked for.” However I now knew she left out the part about being careful what you asked for. Nine months later, Tammy gave birth to a ten pound black baby boy. The number of gestation days counted exactly to the night I was castrated.

From the first day, I was the babysitter and nanny to her new baby boy. I had never fathered a child of my own with any woman, and especially Tammy who wouldn’t even consider it. She had two older children from her first husband and now she had one from her black lover and soon to be third husband, but she never would even consider my making her pregnant, so it was the ultimate humiliation for her to have me take more the position of a woman nanny for her black baby boy than that of a man. As her eunuch, this was what she needed, so I was the nanny. I cleaned the house, cooked, washed the dishes and did the laundry upon her command. If I didn’t obay or correctly perform the tasks she assigned than I was punished by whipping. She had purchased a riding crop just for that purpose. I knew in the back of my mind that I should object, but castration had left me docile and unable to object and Tammy took full advantage of this and soon I had a scarred buttocks from the lash to match the branding of initials. In fact, I began to enjoy her using the lash upon me and would tell her that I wanted her to whip me. It sort of took the place of sex between us and she would whip me for the intense sensations it produced. I was castrated so that I could not achieve sexual excitation but whipping would bring me to another level of frenzied excitation that was as close to orgasm as I could ever achieve. Basically, Tammy would whip it out of me. Afterwards, it was as if I had achieved sexual release and I would feel that same sense of satisfaction. It may seem strange but my brain too was effectively castrated from the loss of male hormone or T and preceived things differently than in a whole man, so I guess you could say I craved a woman’s scorn as a eunuch as much as a whole man craves her sex.

It is a regular occurance now that I stand by the bedside dressed in panties and high heels with a dog collar around my neck to use a large handheld fan to provide cooling while on the bed Tammy and Calvin fuck like wild animals. He uses every hole Tammy has, Pussy, Asshole and mouth. When they finish she usually has all three filled with his cum at least once and usually more. I may be a eunuch now, but I still enjoy watching. I just don’t get a hard cock or have any desire to participate although occasionally I will reach down and begin squeezing my little limp weenie to remind me what it was like to be a man. It does provide some pleasure even if I can’t cum.

All in all, I love being Tammy’s eunuch and that they had me castrated while they fucked. It seems natural to me now and as if I was always meant to be a castrated homosexual and reduced to the slave of the woman that was once my wife. Some say it is the effects of that castration that makes you docile and accepting of your new life but I had the fantasy for years and just finally made it happen.