Modified for Married Couple

I was surprised and unsure just how to react. An hour earlier I had excused myself, gone to my bedroom to read, leaving my house guests to finish watching an old movie on HBO. Now the living room was darkened and the TV was showing something a bit more X rated. A young woman was performing fellatio on a young man. At first I didn’t realize that the sound was off. The moans of pleasure were coming from the new husband of a girl I had first met in college. They were staying with me for a few days while attending the wedding of a friend.
As my eyes adjusted I could see Carol on her knees in front of Steve as she was going down on him. Seeing me, she let his hard cock drop from her mouth, and said I hope you don’t mind, he just needed to be relived. Steve smiled and reached out to pull her head back in to position so he could continue pumping in and out of her mouth. He surprised me when he asked if I would stay and watch until he finished. At first I said I had better go, but Carol said that Steve was a bit of an exhibitionist and that they had done this in front of others before.
I sat down on the other end of the couch to watch and soon found myself hard and excited. Carol was sucking him for all she was worth, trying to take his entire shaft into her throat without gagging. It was clear that she was tiring, and she coughed repeatedly. Steve was enjoying the attention of his new audience and didn’t seem to mind her predicament. I had always been bi-curious and became entranced watching Steve’s cock slide in and out of Carol’s mouth. Finally, I gathered up my nerve and asked if I could have a taste. They both stopped, thinking I was asking for a blowjob too. When I said no, what I wanted was to finish Steve myself. Carol seemed relieved, and said to go to it She said she would like to be the one who got to relax and just watch for a change.
I positioned myself in front of Steve. I could smell his musk. His cock was still wet from Carol’s mouth. I reached out and took him in my hand. I started to slowly lower my mouth on to it when I felt Steve’s hands force my head down and shove his cock deep into my mouth. He was making it clear that I was there to please him, not to explore some personal fantasy of my own.
I started to cough and choke, he slowed and said to relax. We soon fell into a rhythm of thrust and withdrawal. Soon I was doing it. I put one hand around the bottom of his shaft to restrict how far he could thrust into my mouth, my other hand I used to fondle his balls. I worked to time my breathing to match his motions. After a while I let more of his cock slide against the back of my throat. Soon I was taking his entire shaft. His hairless balls were pressed against my lips, again and again. Carol kept saying that I was a natural cocksucker and that she wanted me naked. Steve kept positioning my head so that he could thrust as far down my throat as possible. He was lost in his own pleasure, I was just there to be used. From the increased intensity of Steve’s thrusts I thought he was about to finish. I fully expected his come to spurt into my waiting mouth. Then he stopped.
I tried not to let his cock fall from my mouth, but he pulled it out himself. I wanted to know what had happened. Carol said to look at the movie still playing on the TV. The guy on the screen had moved on and now had the girl bent over as he was taking her from behind. Clearly his cock was not in her pussy. Steve roughly pulled me to my feet and said he wanted me naked.
I quickly pulled my cloths off. Steve bent me over the side of the couch. Carol said to stand still and proceeded to lubricate my rear opening with hand cream. It was cold and I tried to pull away, but she insisted, saying that I would appreciate the extra lubrication in a few minutes. I could feel her fingers as they slid in and out. As she worked, she explained that Steve loved anal sex. He constantly wanted her to submit, but Carol refused to be fucked that way. Having tried it in college, she found her rear opening to be too small to accommodate a large cock. As a result she would not let Steve do her that way. He had threatened again and again to find someone else to meet this need.
Steve was excited. He wanted to fuck my butt. He wanted it to be good and tight and he wanted it now. seemed to enjoy the whole idea of watching her husband fuck me. She kept saying to Steve to wait I was ready so he could give it to me good.
As soon as Carol pulled her fingers out of my butt Steven was forcing his cock up my ass. It hurt at first, I pulled away from him. It had to go in more slowly. I’d never had the real thing up there and I wanted to enjoy it. He told me to be quiet and just take it. I knew that it was all about him. It was about his pleasure, about his need to get off. He was going to fuck my ass so he could climax, he didn’t care if it was my first time or if it hurt me. I had never felt so submissive in my life. Bent over and taking it, I felt like a dog was mounting me penetrating so it could rut and without giving a thought to what it was fucking.
I’d been “pegged” a few times before by girl friends with strapons. I had always enjoyed it. I knew that I had to relax my sphincter muscle would stretch to accommodate Steve’s cock. With each thrust, it felt better and finally I was able to enjoy my first time with a real cock up my ass. It was wonderful! I could feel each vein as he slid in and out of me, over and over again. His hands were gripping my hips, his balls slapping against my butt cheeks, rhythmically he thrust in and out of my bottom, as he forced his cock further into me.
At first, Carol just sat back and watched her husband enjoy fucking me. The scene fascinated her. She had never been this close to other people having sex before. Watching movies or TV was very different, this was personal, and she really enjoyed it. Periodically she would slap her husband on his rear and then kiss him, saying she was really enjoying the show. Each time his thrusting became more and more intense.
She would put her face in front of mine and ask how I was doing, thanking me for being such a good sport about it.
She encouraged me to take it all, saying to arch my back and spread so Steve could penetrate farther. I could feel him slide in and out, over and over again. Steve would push or pull me to whatever position that suited him. If I tried to pull away, he would jerk my hips back, forcing me to take it, as he wanted to do it. Without pulling out, he pushed me down to my knees. Pounding in and out, virtually r****g me. He was intent on one thing, his pleasure. I could feel his erect cock pressing against the inside wall of my butt. My penis was leaking pre-ejaculate. I found myself moving in rhythm trying to help myself come. I could feel my own orgasm building. As I got closer and closer I knew I it would happen. It was then that Steve began to thrust violently and ejaculated inside me. I could feel him spurt, two, three, four times. Then nothing, he collapsed on top of me, he still buried deep inside of me. I tried to move to trigger my own orgasm, only for Steve to order me to lie still.
I didn’t get to finish, only he did. Carol clapped her hands and said that was the best show she had ever seen and that she wanted to see Steve do it to me again. At first Steve was very quiet, finally pulling out of me. As he got up he kept saying that he wasn’t gay and that he only did it because it would please Carol. I reached for some Kleenex to catch his ejaculate as it leaked from my body. As I stood up Steve pointed to my erect penis and said he found it disgusting. He said he enjoyed the tight rear opening, but that he had no interest in reciprocating and making me come.
I knew I had been used, and while I wanted to have an orgasm, I made no move to do anything about it. I just covered up as best I could. I wanted to be taken that way again and I would do anything to get it.
After a sharing two bottles of wine, things had calmed down. We talked. Carol said how delectable it was watching her husband use someone for his own pleasure. I wanted to do it again, so I started to say that I almost came from Steve’s cock inside me. Steve was far more reserved. He made it clear that he was not in to anyone’s cock but his own. A few glasses of wine later, he admitted that he had a wonderful time and that he had never experienced anything so tight as the bottom he had just fucked. He suggested that he would fuck me again if I could control myself and not get an erection. Everyone was quiet for a long time. I started to get up to leave when Carol said she had a suggestion. She ran to the kitchen and returned with a cold drink, which she dumped on my crotch. “See, no erection”, She had me bend over again and Steve quickly mounted me again. As he pumped in and out of my butt he tried to explain. Seeing a guy erect just turned him off.
I started to get excited and my penis began to show it. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain, I tried to twist away from Steve but he held me tight and plunged in deeper. Carol had stabbed my penis with a knife from the kitchen. She looked up at me and smiled. She ended up stabbing my penis four more times before Steve finished with me. Once he pulled out I was able to look down and see the damage. A lot of blood had dripped on the carpet. There was a lot of pain, one of the cuts was deep, I might need stitches. Carol took me to my room and carefully ministered to my injuries. She said she was sorry and was just caught up in the moment. She loved seeing her husband enjoying himself, actually seeing him pound into my butt. I said, “there has to be a better way”.
She said, “she’d think about it” and gave me some pills to help me sleep.
The next morning we all slept in. I awoke to find Carol next to me in my bed. Steve came in after a shower, he asked if “we had behaved ourselves?” Carol pulled back the blankets and showed him the damage to my penis. Steve laughed and said that instead of trying to repair the damage, I ought to “have that little thing removed”. After Steve left, Carol cuddled up to me and started to talk. She explained while Steve did not like to see another man’s erect penis, it wasn’t necessary for me to have an erection to be sexually excited. She said my balls were the essential things. asked what she meant. Carol just smiled and then looked away. I pressed her, “What do you mean?”, I asked. Carol said she knew I had a strong need to be dominated and that it was probably just a desire to submit to a male sexual partner. She talked about how when we were together the sex was bad but the friendship was wonderful. She said she missed me and wanted us to live together again. I asked, “what about Steve?”. She explained “us” meant the three of us, she loved her husband. She wanted me to join them. At first, I didn’t know what to say. Finally I told her I loved her, missed being with her, I loved being used last night, but the pain from the cuts was too much. She paused and then asked if I ever considered life without a penis? I was speechless, so she continued.
After I had passed out last night she and Steve had stayed up and talked. Steve wanted me to join them. There were a lot of reasons. He was away a lot of the time on business, Carol wanted a companion, and of course Steve would have steady access to something he had always wanted: a tight butt.
The only catch was the need to make a “small modification” to me. Steve was not joking when he said, “ have that little thing removed”. Carol continued with her suggestion. She said if my penis was removed but not the testicles, I would be left with no erections and still retain a strong sexual drive. If I was “fixed”, Steve would no longer feel threatened and I would be perfect for his use. She pointed out that my penis was small anyway and that I probably would not even miss it. I thought the whole thing was crazy. The thought of having my penis removed so that Steve would fuck my ass instead of hers was just too much to ask.
She said that people had physical modifications done all the time. For example, she had some small changes made. I interjected that there was a big difference breast augmentation and a penectomy.
Carol smiled again and went on to tell me about having her labial lips clipped and shaped, and her clitoral hood removed to expose her clitoris. Steve had also insisted that her vaginal opening be made slightly smaller for his pleasure, as well as having electrolysis done on her pubic hair.
Carol reached down and pulled out my penis. I winced in pain, she said “sorry” and continued. I was not born with a piercing in the end of my penis, and the large ring that now adorned it was just another modification to enhance my small penis. She went on to say that Steve was very well off and would pay for the surgery. Also that it would be wonderful living together again. Carol and I had always been the very best friends. We had lived together for a long time while in college, but the sex was never good. Carol had finally moved out saying she loved me but needed more. The idea of living with Carol again was very inviting, as was having sex with Steve as part of my new life.
Steve knew that Carol and I had a special bond. At first he had been jealous. Carol had taken great care to explain that the feelings she had for me were different from the love she had for him. She had told him how I was unable to satisfy her sexually, but that she saw me as someone who cared deeply for her and understood her totally. If my penis were removed, there would be no reason for Steve to be jealous. I would be horny all the time, and ready for Steve to enjoy when he wanted to indulge in his special fetish. Carol would no longer be pressured to accommodate his intense desire for anal sex. I said I wanted to think about it. Carol asked what was there to think about? She called for Steve to join us.
Steve’s head poked around the corner. He had been listening, he just smiled and said there was nothing more he would like more than to have my penis cut off. Carol said that sounded mean, Steve said no, he meant it. He said there were also some other modifications he would like done to me as well. went on to say how he would love to have me as part of his “harem”, and how Carol would enjoy the companionship of a half male. Just to reassure me, he said he would create a special financial account for me. Money to be used if ever there was a falling out between us, though he couldn’t see that happening. It was all so impulsive. one said anything for the longest time.
A few months later most of my penis was to be cut away. We made a party of it. We must have looked pretty funny. We were all in white gowns, rubber gloves, masks, in an operating room after hours. Carol brought champagne and planned to film the entire affair. We kept making jokes about having my penis cut off. Carol said it would be good to get rid the thing that came between us. Steve wanted the severed penis as trophy, he said he planned to have it mounted on his den wall.
The doctor was a friend of Steve. Before he fastened me to the operating table, the doctor questioned me about the operation. He explained in detail what was going to happen. He explained that it was irreversible and that once done, I would have to live the rest of my life without a penis. I told him I wanted to go ahead with it. He had me sign several papers that I knew what was going to be done to me and that I agreed to it.
Then, I was stretched out and my feet secured in stirrups, my legs and arms were strapped down to insure that I could not move during the operation.
An IV was inserted into my arm, and a slow drip was started containing a sedative and painkillers. Care had been taken to prop my head up so I could watch everything that was being done. The doctor tried to remove the large ring that pierced the end of my cock. Seeing that the ring couldn’t be removed the doctor just smiled and moved on.
He took some lubricant and proceeded to masturbate me. He said it would be the last time I had an orgasm with my cock. He wanted to make sure that I remembered what I was about to loose. Steve left the room and Carol pulled her mask down and came forward to touch my face. She kept saying how wonderful it was that I was going to be permanently fixed. When I started to orgasm she told me I was a good boy and soon would just be good. I came more intensely than I could ever remember. As I lay there following my ejaculation I started to question going through with it.
I had changed my mind and I wanted to keep my penis. Steve had returned and said to ignore me. He said the penis had to go. Carol kept saying that it was just a temporary thing and that I really wanted it cut off. told me to hush or I would ruin everything. The doctor proceeded as if I had said nothing. He injected a local anesthetic and increased the sedative in the IV to calm me. Next he inserted a tube into the urethra, pulled the penis forward and the outer skin back. I started to protest and Carol put her hand over my mouth, saying that it will be over in a few minutes. With a few careful and quick moves, my penis was freed from my body. All I could think was what have I done. The doctor proceeded to sew up the very short stump and insure that my urine flow would not be a problem. I was d**gged enough not to care and I quickly passed out.
When I awoke it was almost 24 hours later. We were home, Carol was at my bedside. Her first words were “Well, it’s done”. She leaned forward and kissed me. “Thank you for letting us fix you. I never thought any man would willingly have his penis removed. But now you are no longer a man. Steve is overjoyed, all he talks about is fucking your cute little ass. I’m starting to get a little jealous.”
There was some pain and she gave me two more pills, a bit of food, and I again fell asleep. Within a few weeks I was feeling better. I was able to relieve myself without pain. I was able to go out.
Six weeks later Stephen started using me twice a day. I didn’t complain; in less than a week I was having orgasms almost every time he used my ass.
I was in heaven. I didn’t get it often I got so horny I would try to masturbate the remaining stub. It never worked.
For the next six months Stephen was in my butt every day. My ball sack would swing back and forth as I was being used, but Stephen would not touch it. It became clear that he wanted it removed too.
Carol stepped in to save my testicles. She knew that without them I would have no natural sex drive and she didn’t want to see that taken away from me. began to research castration sites and medical procedures. She found a medical facility in Europe that specialized in genital modifications that she felt might meet our needs.
After further consultation I had a second operation. This time the remaining penis shaft was removed from deep within my body. space that was created when the shaft base was taken out provided room to relocate one of my testicles. It no longer needed to be cooler to insure fertility, it just had to be able to produce testosterone and keep me horny. The entire dark scrotum and other testicle was removed and the surgeon carefully left the entire pubic area smooth and white except for a relocated opening for urine. Steve had suggested that a complete vagina might be nice. Carol objected, saying that if Steve was going to be the only one with a cock, she would be the only one with a cunt.
Following a second recovery period, I spent several months having all unwanted body hair removed. Except for the top of my head, my entire body is now smooth. I no longer need to shave my face and my pubis is silky to the touch. I am very careful about what I eat. Carol and I spend at least one morning a week at a spa. We want to be in top condition for Steve’s pleasure. We both sleep together with Steve at night We never know which of us he will choose to enjoy, but usually the other one gets it in the morning. Steve enjoys fucking me roughly, with Carol he is much more gentle. He often leaves me sore when he is finished. I love it. I now come regularly while being butt fucked. My ejaculate dribbles out my new opening.
Sex is very different now. I know that my pleasure is unimportant. It is all about what pleases Steve and Carol. When he has me go down on him or when he slides up my ass am there to please him. I know that he is going to do what he wants until he ejaculates.
He is going to position me for his pleasure. He loves to be sucked and does not notice if I have trouble breathing as he fucks my face. Usually just as he shoots a load of come he will thrust his cock as far down my throat as possible. I love having him ejaculate in my mouth. Just knowing that I have pleased him is wonderful. I love the taste of his come, I love the hardness of his cock, and I love him.
Carol and I spend most days together. We go everywhere. Beside the spa, we shop, go to the gym, sometimes take a class together, basically do everything together. We totally enjoy our relationship. She loves sex too, I go down on her almost everyday. has a strong desire to be pleasured where we might be seen. done her in the spa pool, in the locker room, in a bookstore, on a public beach, under a table in a restaurant, in the car, and more than once in an airport bathroom. Steve loves that I pleasure Carol. he will tell me to suck her as he watches, which leads to him fucking me as I suck Carol’s cunt. We have spent hours locked in this position. The two of them talk as I service both of them.
Neither Steve nor Carol has ever hit me in anger. Steve often uses a riding crop on me as he fucks my mouth. On the other hand, Carol has become very interested in S and M. and likes to whip me with different things so that she can compare how they mark me. so submissive, I love to be restrained while she used a lash on me. Her goal is to make long, thin scars where her whip cuts me. hurts while she is doing it, but afterwards I know she loves me and just enjoys exploring new things. She is planning to send me away to a school that teaches submission. Carol says that I should expect to be whipped severely each day and that when I return I will be better able to take her whippings without complaining. Steve has always opposed having me tattooed, but scars from a whip seem to excite him. He might want to try his hand at marking me too.
I still dress as a man, a beardless one though. From time to time friends have questioned Steve about how much time his wife spends with another man. Unless pressed about it at a private party he just laughs. If he is at home, he will walk his guest into his den. There on the wall suspended by a large ring, is my preserved member. Even in its erect mount it is still small. He proudly talks about having it removed.
On more than one occasion Carol has had me undress for guests. At first the women enjoy the nicely sculpted chest and arms. The real murmurs begin when I am down to a small nylon panty.
When Carol strips it off there are audible gasps from both the men and women. Questions fly and often hands explore my smooth pubic area. Finally there are nods of approval from both the men and women. I don’t mind being displayed. and Steve enjoy it.
They have never allowed anyone to do more than view and touch my naked body. I have posed for still camera work and on one occasion for a painter.
At Steve and Carol’s annual New Year’s party, I am portrayed as the New Year and except for a New Year’s banner I am naked the entire evening.
I get stroked a lot by party guests. As the night goes on, both the women and men become more bold. It is not unusual to have hands probing my body.
It has been over five years since that first night. I am so glad they fixed me. I have never regretted having my penis removed. It made it possible to share my life with Carol. Making love to her cunt with my mouth is wonderful. And Steve is able to enjoy his intense need anal sex without discomfort to Carol I love to feel him ejaculate inside of me. It is an intense feeling that brings us closer together than I have ever been with a man. Not having a penis brings out a strong desire for sexual release. am always looking forward to the next time Steve will use me.
It still excites me as his cock slides in for the first thrust. It is the only way I can orgasm, so I try my best to please Steve so he will come and spurt into my body. I truly believe that as strange as our lives may be to others and as much as others may cringe and criticize our lives, we have created a world that works for us, that satisfies us and does no harm to anyone including us.