Marital Problems
Tom and Pat had been married for five fears. On the outside they seemed like any other couple. No one knew about Tom''s problem with sex. Shortly after they were married, Tom lost the ability to have sex. Pat tried everything to get Tom aroused, but nothing seemed to help. She soon turned to other men for her sexual relief. She felt guilty about this, but knew of no other way to solve her problem.
Over the months, Pat''s guilt became unbearable. She loved her husband and didn't want to cheat on him. One day she decided to tell Tom about her cheating to relieve the guilt. When Tom came home she sat down on the couch with him and said, "Tom, I have a confession to make. I hope you will not leave me because I love you very much. I have been having an affair."
Tom sat paralyzed for a moment and said, " I'm not surprised since I have let you down. I want to hate you for this but don't."
Pat said looking at the floor, "I wish I could fix me some way where I couldn't have sex. If I couldn't do it then I wouldn't have to worry about cheating on you. I am so afraid it might happen again."
The two lovers sat on the couch for several hours crying and holding each other. The next several weeks, Pat thought only about getting rid of her pussy that had caused her such trouble. She went to the library and looked up other cultures that had this same problem. She stumbled across one African tribe that burned adulterous females pussy away. The book went into details of the procedure. Pat thought how terrible the pain must be, but figured that would be the only sure way.
She left the library and went to the hardware store. Pat found a stainless still rod about the right size. She bought a forge they use for shoeing horses. She then went to the medical supply house to get the things she would need. While buying the supplies, Pat''s pussy became wet with desire. The thought of the torture was even turning her on. She wanted to stop somewhere and masturbate, but these desires made her even more determine to
seal her pussy.
Pat walked in the door of their home and set down the boxes. Tom looked at the boxes and asked what they were. She sat down and begin to explain her plan to Tom. At first he was shocked and said there was no way he would mutilate his wife like that. He felt a little excitement at the idea, and want to hurt her for cheating on him. They planned that evening to do the torture.
The sun had set and Pat was busy setting up everything they would need. She had even gotten rope to tie her so that she couldn't move. She set the forge up on the stove and lit it. She laid the steel rod in the blue flames. It didn't take long before the rod was glowing red. Tom walked into the kitchen, saw the preparations, and said, "You really plan to go through with this."
Pat nodded her head in affirmation. She took off her clothes and laid down on the kitchen table. Tom took the ropes and tied her arms to the legs of the table. He then ran several ropes across her torso. He tied her legs spread apart with the knees in the air. Tom looked at his wife''s gaping pussy and noticed it was shaved clean. He wondered if she kept it that way or did it for this occasion. He had his wife secure, she couldn't move a muscle. He placed
a gag over her mouth to stifle the screams he knew would come. Tom was beginning to feel a stirring between his legs, something he hadn't felt in a long time.
Tom picked up the red hot rod with a pair of tongs. He looked at the heat coming off the rod and at his wife's pussy. A strange look came over Tom's eyes and Pat noticed this. The look scared her more than the coming torture. Tom lowered the searing rod so that his wife could just feel the heat from it. He could see her juices flowing. He smiled at the thought of his wife getting turned on by this torture and castration. Tom looked at the rod and thought he
could also get her sex organs if the rod had a point on it. He went to the sink and cooled the rod under a stream of water. Steam filled the kitchen as the rod cooled to room temperature.
Tom went outside to his work shop and ground a sharp point on the rod. Satisfied, he went back into the kitchen and laid the rod back in the forge. Pat saw the modification to the rod and began to mumble something, but Tom ignored her. His mind was now on getting rid of the adulterous pussy.
Pat was afraid, now. She wasn't sure why Tom had put the point on the rod. She thought rationally and decided the taper would make the rod enter her easier, but was afraid it might not touch the back walls as it should. She watched as Tom stood at the forge, tuning the rod continuously. She had never seen the strange look in his eyes, before. It was as if someone had hypnotized Tom.
Tom picked up the rod with the tongs once more. He turned it before his eyes.The rod was a bright cherry red. Much more heat would have melted the rod. Tom carried it back to his wife''s pussy and eased it down until it just touched his wife's pussy lips. He could hear Pat''s muffled scream as the steam rose from her pussy lip. Even this pain made Pat’s pussy flow even more. Her love juices her dripping onto the table in a small pool.
Tom eased the point of the rod about an inch into his wife''s pussy and stopped. Pat''s screams were loud despite the gag. Tom withdrew the rod and noticed how it had cooled. He laid the rod back on the forge and went back and looked at the steam coming out of his wife''s pussy. Tom retrieved the rod and pushed it into his wife's pussy. This time he went to what he guessed was half way. He could see the fear and pain in Pat''s eyes as her pussy burned away. Tom withdrew the rod and saw that it was too cool and laid it on the forge once more. He knew he should stop, but a force was driving him from the inside. Tom reached down and rubbed his cock, and to his surprise, it was rock hard. The thought of his hard cock and his wife with no pussy was a little disappointing, but he had to continue.
Tom retrieved the rod for the last time. He was going to finish the job this time so that his wife wouldn't pass out before he was through with her cheating pussy. Be brought the rod to her pussy lips once more. his wife's eyes were wide with fear and tears. He pushed the rod quickly and deeply into Pat''s pussy. Once again she screamed through the gag. Tom felt the rod stop and knew he was at the bottom of her pussy. He didn't want to stop there. He wanted to take it all. He gave the rod a hard shove and drove it to her ovaries. As she screamed, Tom came into his pants for the first time in a couple of years.
Pat felt the pain shoot through her body. Her abdomen felt as if it was on fire. This pain was greater than the burning of her pussy. The room begin to revolve around her. She knew she was going to pass out and welcomed the darkness to escape the pain.
Tom withdrew the rod out of her pussy and saw that it was turning dark. Since he was through with the instrument of torture, he laid it in the sink. He brought over to the table a tray that contained a needle and thread. He worked the thread through her raw pussy lips. He pulled the lips tight together, leaving only the place with her pee hole open. As he sutured the mutilated pussy, he notice her clit was gone. He hadn't thought much about it, but realized he
must have touched it somewhere during the mutilation. When finished with the sutures he took a close look. It looked as if there had never been a pussy between her legs.
Tom bandaged his wife and untied her. He carried her to the bedroom and laid her down on the bed. He sat in the chair and watched her the rest of the night. She would mumble and sometimes scream in her sleep, but she didn't wake-up. Tom finally dozed off and was awakened by the sound of his wife's voice. He looked at his wife with fear that she would hate him for the torture he had given her the night before. Pat asked, "Tom, did we really do it. Am I now neutered?"
"Yes, we did it. Are you all right?" Tom asked.
"I'm really sore, but the pain is not that bad.” She replied
For the next couple of months, Tom took care of his wife. It had been several weeks before she could even sit up. She was now getting up and moving around. He figured it was time to remove her bandages. She had begged many time to see what was left of her pussy, but he wanted her to wait until it was healed. Tom removed the bandages and handed Pat a mirror. She held the mirror between her legs and Tom saw the look of amazement on her face. With excitement in her voice, Pat said, "It's... It's... like I never had a pussy. There is nothing there."
Tom nervously asked, "Are you pleased with it? Is that what you wanted?"
Pat replied, "It is even better than I expected. I haven't even had any sexual urges. You must have burned my ovaries with the last plunge. Thank you Darling."
The next several months, Pat was the happiest anyone had ever seen her. With the sexual urges gone she got a lot more work done around the house. There was a plus she hadn't thought about. There had been no more periods. Her monthly had always made Pat deathly ill. This serenity went on for another month until Pat walked into the bathroom and saw Tom. He was sitting on the toilet looking at a porn magazine masturbating his hard cock. He explode in orgasm just as she entered. Pat exclaimed, "When did this happen?. When did you start getting hard again?"
Tom sheepishly told her about getting hard and coming in his pants the night he took her pussy. Pat flew out of the bathroom in a rage and didn't speak to Tom. She was so angry that she had given up her sexual pleasure for her husband who was looking at naked girls in a magazine and masturbating.
One day she happened to walk by the storage shed and noticed the forge sitting there in its
box. She thought how she would love to use the thing on Tom. The more she thought about it the more she wanted to do it. His masturbating was worse than the cheating she had done.
Finally, Pat confronted Tom and demanded, "You enjoyed taking my pussy so much I want the same pleasure from you."
Tom looked at his wife with shock on his face, knowing she wanted to take his
manhood, and said, "NO WAY, you are not taking by balls!"
Pat replied harshly, "You either allow me to do it or the marriage is over. You have fifteen minutes to decide. In the mean time, I will be packing your suitcase." Pat walked out of the room and up the stairs to the bedroom.
Tom sat on the couch dumb founded. He was going to loose his wife if he didn't give her his balls. He loved Pat and didn't want to loose her, but he also didn't want to loose his manhood. Pat came down the stairs and told Tom that time was up. He had to leave right now. Without thinking, Tom said, "I''ll do it."
Pat motioned Tom toward the kitchen. Tom asked in surprise, "You aren't going
to do it now, are you?"
Pat replied with anger in her voice, "NOW, or leave."
Tom walked slowly into the kitchen and took of his clothes at his wife''s prodding. Tom laid down on the table. The table felt cool to his naked body. Pat tied him to the table almost identical to the way she had been tied up. She then put a gag over his mouth. Pat lit the forge and put a large knife on it to heat up. In the meantime, Pat shaved all of the hair from her husband's cock and balls.
When he was smooth, Pat took the knife. She wanted to tease her husband as he had her. She touched the knife to the head of his cock and heard Tom let out a muffled scream. The flesh on the his cock blistered. Pat laid the flat part of the knife on his ball and Tom's screaming reached another level. Pat took the knife back to the forge and let it heat to just below the
melting point. She carried it back to her husband and pulled his balls tight away from his body. She squeezed the balls until she heard a scream from her husband. She touched the sharp edge of the knife to the very beginning of his balls. The hot knife took no effort as it burned into the sack. Smoke rose into the air as the knife moved slowly though his balls. Tom screams filled the house with an eerie sound.
Pat noticed blood and withdrew the knife. She heated the knife again. The hot knife once again easily sliced through his sack and cords. Pat was a little disappointed the castrations went so quickly. She wanted her husband to suffer as she had. The hot knife had done such a neat job there would be no sutures needed.
Cathy looked at her husband’s hard cock and got angry again. She knew he would loose the ability to get hard soon, but she wanted it gone, now. Pat found a stainless steel tube in the shop. She went back to her husband's hard cock. She slipped the tube down the urethra. She hoped this would keep it open and not inhibit his peeing. Pat took the hot knife and laid it at the base of his cock. Tom saw what she was about to do and tried to beg for her to stop.
She couldn't understand his ranting, but wouldn't have stopped if she had understood. The knife slipped through his cock with ease, searing the blood vessels as it went. The knife stopped when it touched the steel tube in his urethra. Pat reheated the knife and then worked it around the steel tube. When she had gone all the way around, Pat gave a tug on the still hard cock. It slipped easily off the steel tube. The hot knife had sealed the blood in the cock and it remained hard in her hand. Pat wished for a moment she had a pussy so that she could fucker herself with his severed manhood.
Pat looked at her husband and was pleased. He was as smooth between his legs as she was. She bandaged him and helped him walk the short distance to the bedroom. Pat helped him into the bed and sat down in the same chair Tom had that night.
It took a couple of months for Tom to heal. The only problem Tom had was learning to sit on the toilet. After years of standing to pee it took some thought to sit down. Pat would walk by the bathroom and would laugh when she saw him sitting on the toilet. The two never again had the problem of the toilet seat being left up.
Over time, Tom lost all of his body hair from the lack of hormones. His features got a lot softer. Pat's body got a little more masculine from the lack of female hormones. She had a breast reduction so that only the nipple remained. The couple had their hair cut the same and wore unisex clothes. When people saw the eunuch couple walking down the street they often thought they were twins.
The end