From Husband to Castrated Sissy

"I really wish you hadn't provoked Carlos like that. But I guess it would have come to this anyway."

"What are you talking about? Kelli what's going on? What's happening?"

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

"It won't be so bad once it's over. You'll see. It'll help you adjust to...umm, things."

"What things? Kelli talk to me, please."

"Your attitude honey. It's too bad you had that little outburst. Carlos wants to make sure it doesn't happen again."

"Kelli, I don't 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? That's all there is to him," he laughed.

My humiliation deepened, but I'd learned my lesson. I wasn't 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 couldn't 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 we'll 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 I'd taken, but now also from the vibrator, which continued to buzz away, and had already begun to revive my spent cock.