From Husband to Castrated Sissy

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 Kelli's hand, but also the black man's manipulation with the leather noose, I was half-erect.

"Wait," I gasped, "that's...ugh...that's 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. "It'll already be way too late."

I saw a wicked gleam in Kelli's eyes I'd 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 wasn't 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.

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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.