John knelt naked on the floor of the master bedroom, wrists bound tightly behind his back with soft black rope that bit just enough to remind him of his place. His pathetically small manhood strained uselessly inside the pink chastity cage, the tiny metal bars glistening with four months of pent-up cum he had never been allowed to release. Across the room, on the king-sized bed, his wife Lisa reclined like a queen in nothing but sheer black lingerie that framed her full breasts and shaved, already drooling pussy. The heavy scent of her lust filled the air. Her legs were spread invitingly as her black bull—a towering, muscular man named Marcus with skin like polished obsidian and a thick, ten-inch, beer-bottle-sized shaft topped with the head of a ripe plum—stood beside her, slowly stroking his veiny cock. His heavy, low-hanging balls swung like pendulums, already churning with the seed that would claim her womb.
“Look at my pathetic little white boy,” Lisa purred, voice dripping with contempt as she pointed at her husband. “He still thinks those worthless balls under that small penis make him a man. I told you this night would come the day I caged that useless little two-pump-chump penis. Then I pegged you until you grunted and squirted onto the floor—remember that last orgasm? I’ve been on fertility drugs since then. Marcus gave me the trigger shot the other day. Tonight I’m ovulating. He’s going to breed me properly—nutting deep inside me, filling me with his virile black baby batter, seeding me. Your full, heavy testicles will scream in pain as you’re being nutted with the aid of an elastrator band. You’re going to be right under us in a sixty-nine, watching every thrust, your testicles, prostate, and penis wired to one-hundred-thousand-volt police tasers. Every time Marcus cums in me, the electricity will force a release out of your pathetic little penis—you squirting uselessly while he breeds me.”
She reached down and unlocked the pink chastity cage. John’s tiny penis sprang free for the first time in months; the sudden rush of blood brought an unexpected, painful erection.
“I’m taking your cage off tonight. You know the rule: if the cage comes off, the nutting band goes on. This time I’m using a heavy-duty Caltrate Elastrator. It will get way tighter than any band I’ve used on you before.”
White teeth flashing, Marcus grinned and yanked John forward by the hair, presenting the pink scrotum to his wife. Lisa positioned the heavy-duty Caltrate tool expertly around the base of her husband’s balls, right where the skin met his little tube of flesh. She pulled and jerked harshly on the coin-purse between his legs, stretching the cords and skin as far as they would go. John grunted as he felt the pull reach into his abdomen. With a good handful of his doomed sack, she slowly and methodically ratcheted the tool tighter and tighter so her soon-to-be-eunuch husband could feel its death grip gradually increase. Once the nutting band was as tight as possible, she crimped the metal keeper ring and cut the band free. The heavy rubber began slowly crushing the spermatic cords and life-providing blood vessels exactly as designed. John’s eyes bulged; a guttural whimper escaped as white-hot pressure exploded into searing pain. His balls immediately began to ache, and his scrotum started to change color. The banded sac hung like a grotesque, wilting balloon, already numbing at the edges.
Lisa smiled sweetly as she set the tool aside.
“Isn’t that a pretty sight? The nutting band is on high and tight. That will help what comes next really marinate. I’m going to inject them with a chemical castration solution. The burning you will feel is the chemicals going to work—killing your precious Family Jewels.” She gently rolled his condemned balls in her hand. “I will need to tenderize these first so the solution may spread more easily once in. So I’m going to beat them for five minutes with this wooden dowel. If you can last without begging me to stop, you won’t get the NUTTING squirt.”
Lisa began to swat each testicle, slowly picking up the pace and intensity of every strike. John squirmed and squealed under the relentless onslaught. Marcus smiled, slowly rolling Lisa’s hardening nipples between his fingers.
“All you have to say is ‘Please give me the squirt’ and I will stop.”
John made it about four and a half minutes before he was begging for the needle. By then Lisa’s sex was a web of lubricant running down her thighs.
She picked up a syringe filled with a cloudy, viscous solution: pure grain alcohol mixed with calcium chloride for maximum tissue destruction. Marcus held John’s banded scrotum steady, pulling the swollen balls taut; the band took the opportunity to tighten a little more. Lisa slowly slid the needle deep into the left bruised and tender testicle, letting him feel every millimeter of the intrusion, stopping only when the tip reached the core of the doomed organ.
“Two cc’s should nut you… I’m giving you four cc’s in each to make sure the job is done permanently.”
She slowly depressed the plunger, emptying the full four cc’s into the doomed testicle over thirty long seconds. Ten seconds later the needle was out. She repeated the process on the right with another deep, slow, and deliberate four-cc injection. The chemical reaction was almost immediate and vicious. Pure grain alcohol flooded the tissue first, causing an intense dehydrating burn like liquid fire scorching every nerve, while the calcium chloride amplified the destruction. John’s heavy, sperm-laden testicles grew in her hand as she filled them with her castrating elixir, becoming engorged as the lava-like solution forced its way into every delicate seminiferous tubule and epididymis. The pressure inside the banded sac became unbearable—his testicles felt like over-inflated, granite-hard orbs trapped in a vice. The lava-like burning and dehydration ate the tissue from within while the band prevented any escape. He screamed hoarsely as his balls felt as if they were being eaten alive and cauterized at the same time. The alcohol necrotized the structures; the calcium chloride dissolved everything in its path. His condemned testicles slowly quivered on the vine inside a scrotum turning steadily purple—Lisa’s favorite color.
Marcus chuckled deeply and slid two thick fingers deep into Lisa’s soaked pussy, pumping them until they glistened with her creamy arousal. He pulled them free and moved behind John.
“Time to loosen up your shame cave, cuck,” he taunted, pressing both slick fingers against John’s tight asshole. He circled the rim teasingly before pushing in, working the wet digits deep while deliberately curling them to stroke and tease the prostate with firm, knowing pressure. The invasive fingering and direct prostate massage made John’s erect three-inch penis throb; a few drops of sperm leaked from the tip and dripped pathetically onto the floor as his body betrayed him further.
Satisfied, Marcus withdrew his fingers and picked up a thick, rigid eight-inch prostate probe. He slid it easily into Lisa’s dripping pussy, coating it thoroughly with her slick juices while she cooed at the sensation.
“Gonna fuck you with your wife’s pussy lube, cucky,” he growled with a sadistic grin. Then, without warning, he brutally gripped John’s engorged, banded, chemically swollen balls in one powerful hand and yanked them viciously backward, stretching the scrotum to the limit and helping the castration band tighten even more. At the exact same moment he pushed the slick tip of the metal probe against John’s open hole and drove the entire thick eight inches to the hilt in one swift, brutal push. John’s eyes flew wide as the massive probe speared deep into his ass, the rigid width stretching him violently while the savage yank on his grotesquely swollen balls turned every sensation into pure agony. The bulbous base slammed hard against his prostate, sending shockwaves through his already burning, dissolving, alcohol-soaked testicles. A raw, guttural scream tore from his throat as pain and remembered pegging pleasure collided; he again dripped semen onto the floor.
Lisa smiled while looking directly into John’s eyes as she presented him with her one-time-use toy.
“This is a special penis pump Marcus modified for me. As you can see, there is a tapered hollow sound in the end. As the vacuum draws that little thing you call a dick into it, the sound will penetrate you like a cock takes a woman. You won’t feel pleasure from it though; it will painfully stretch your opening more and more the deeper it goes. The metal sound will complete the electrical circuit to the prostate probe buried in your ass. I will be forcing you to release your seed with a taser. Trust me, it will not be a pleasurable orgasm. You will squeal as I collect your release in the test tube attached to it.”
As Lisa straddled John’s face in a tight sixty-nine, lowering her dripping, fertile pussy directly over his mouth, her thighs clamped around his head, pinning him with his nose only inches from her clit and giving him a direct view into her open, fertile pussy. She reached between her folds, scooped a thick dollop of pussy gruel onto her fingers, and worked it into his piss slit.
“Lucky for you, your little hard-on will get my pussy juice on it one last time.” She spit onto his tiny member to lube it for the milking tube. “Taste me for the last time as a man,” she whispered cruelly, grinding slowly down on him. “And the last time before I’m pregnant with Marcus’s black baby. This is your final moment as anything close to a man.”
She slowly slid the tube over his erect member, lining the sound up with its open slit. Once the tip penetrated, she began pumping the air out. Lisa and Marcus chuckled as they watched his penis, under the relentless vacuum, grow in length and girth. It slowly took the metal tube deeper, like a pussy takes a stiff cock. John whimpered in protest as the hungry device relentlessly drew more of his flesh farther onto the ever-widening metal pipe, opening him painfully.
While John desperately licked and tasted her arousal—knowing it would be the last time he experienced her unbred pussy—Lisa methodically drove a spinal needle through each testicle up to the hub. John grunted with each spearing of his prized orbs. She then attached a 100,000-volt police taser to the needles piercing his dying testicles. Another taser connected to the leads on the prostate probe and to his penis via the milking tube. His erect sex lustfully twitched, betraying him, even though his balls were already as good as dead and his penis would soon hang limp, lifeless, and nerve-dead.
Lisa flicked the trapped, wired, burning balls hard with her manicured nails, making him cry out into her pussy.
“Feel that, cucky? No more swimming sperm from you—ever. Your precious balls are dissolving right now, before Marcus even puts a baby in me.”
Before Marcus mounted her she ordered, “Suck his breeding cock to make sure it’s wet for my insemination.” John obediently took the beer-bottle-sized shaft with its plum-sized head into his mouth, coating it thoroughly with saliva.
Lisa moaned loudly as Marcus pushed in—inch after thick inch stretching her open in a way her cuckold husband never could, reaching depths he never had.
“Yes, Daddy—breed me! Make me yours! Seed me while he gets neutered and shocked until he hangs limp and empty!”
Once balls-deep in a powerful doggy-style position right over John’s face—the perfect alignment so every thrust of that massive black cock slid in and out just inches from the eunuch-husband’s eyes—Marcus’s fertile balls slid across John’s face. The room, already heavy with the scent of her sex, began to echo with the sounds of raw lust.
“You ready to get bred, baby?” Marcus growled, rubbing the flared purple head up and down her slit. “Gonna flood that white pussy until it’s overflowing with black seed. Gonna knock you up tonight while your husband watches—and feels—his balls and prostate fry, releasing helplessly like the neutered beta he is.”
Marcus began thrusting with powerful, deliberate strokes, bottoming out against her cervix on every upstroke. The wet, obscene slap-slap-slap of his heavy balls smacking her swollen clit while bouncing off John’s nose filled the room. Each thrust drove the head of his cock directly against her fertile womb like a battering ram while the husband’s tongue licked the shaft and clit at the same time. Lisa’s back arched; her nails raked the sheets as the first orgasm slammed into her. Her entire body seized, thighs trembling violently around John’s head. A sharp, high cry tore from her throat as her pussy clamped down in rhythmic waves, squirting hard around Marcus’s rigid shaft and flooding John’s mouth with hot, clear fluid. The climax rolled through her in long, shuddering pulses, her inner walls fluttering and caressing the thick cock while her clit pulsed against John’s nose.
“Fuck—right there! Deeper! I’m ovulating—give it to me!” she gasped, still coming, the aftershocks making her hips jerk uncontrollably.
For the next twenty minutes Marcus fucked her relentlessly in that doggy-over-sixty-nine position, John’s face trapped directly under the breeding. Marcus handed both taser controls to Lisa. She came again almost immediately—eyes rolling back, mouth open in a silent scream—as another powerful orgasm ripped through her. Her pussy locked down so tightly around Marcus that he grunted; a fresh gush of fluid poured over John’s tongue. She held the triggers ready but did not press them yet.
“Feel how deep I am? That’s where my seed’s going—straight into your uterus. Your little white clit-dick husband could never reach this far. Say it—tell him who’s breeding you.”
“I’m getting impregnated by a real man!” Lisa screamed, grinding her still-clenching orgasm onto John’s face. “Marcus is going to put a black baby in me tonight! Your balls are dying, dissolving for nothing—never again will you get hard, never again will you cum, and never will you father anything!”
John could only watch, taste, and smell. Tears streamed down his face as the elastrator band, the grain-alcohol-and-calcium-chloride solution, the brutally buried eight-inch prostate probe, the spinal needles, and the milking machine continued their merciless work. His scrotum had already darkened to a bruised purple-black. The chemical burning, dehydration, and engorged pressure inside his dissolving testicles radiated into his stomach while a deep, cauterizing ache settled in from the alcohol. The sudden deep anal invasion, the savage ball-yanking, and the ever-tightening nutting band turned every movement above him into pure agony. Added to that, the constant suction drawing his penis farther into the tube made his sexual organs a continuous flood of pain.
Marcus growled and sped up, his thrusts becoming short, brutal, and womb-focused.
“Here it comes—first load going straight to your egg!”
He slammed in to the hilt with a deep, animal snarl, centering his cock directly into the receptive pocket of her cervix. His entire massive frame locked rigid. A raw, guttural roar tore from his chest as his heavy balls drew up tight against his body and began to pump with visible, powerful contractions. The root of his cock swelled and pulsed like a living heart; his asshole clenched and winked in time with each spurt. Thick, scalding ropes of potent black seed blasted straight through Lisa’s cervix—pulse after heavy pulse—into the deepest reaches of her womb. Each one was accompanied by a feral grunt that sounded more like a breeding animal than a man. His hips jerked in short, involuntary thrusts, trying to bury himself even deeper as wave after wave of pure, primal pleasure coursed through him. He was no longer fucking; he was claiming, flooding, impregnating. Every muscle in his back and thighs stood out in sharp relief as he emptied himself with savage intensity, determined to force every drop of life-creating seed as far into her fertile womb as physics would allow.
At the exact moment Marcus started cumming, Lisa triggered the taser attached to the prostate probe and urethral sound.
A 100,000-volt lightning bolt raced through John’s prostate and along the full length of his micro-penis. The pain was instantaneous and absolute—white-hot fire exploding from the base of his sex, ripping through every nerve in his dissolving balls and shooting straight to the tip of his trapped penis. His hips bucked violently; with each thrust the ever-vigilant castration band tightened even more above his condemned testicles. Fucking the air as the electricity forced the organ to contract in agonizing, involuntary spasms, his seed was ripped from him in long, painful jets, each pulse feeling like broken glass being forced through already-burning tissue. Thirty seconds felt like forever as the lightning danced through every nerve. He screamed into Lisa’s pussy; the vibration against her clit pushed her into another climax that milked more of Marcus’s load deeper into her fertile depths. Excess semen gushed around the black shaft and flowed straight into John’s open mouth, pooling on his tongue.
Marcus stayed buried balls-deep, plugging the load with the enlarged mushroom head of his cock while he recovered for a couple of minutes, still breathing hard like a spent beast. When he finally slid out, John was ordered to taste his wife’s seeded sex on the huge, engorged, veiny cock. Lisa then ordered him to guide the purple head back into her with his lips and tongue.
“Round two, baby. Gotta make sure it takes.”
Marcus slid slowly back in, John guiding him. This time the fucking was slower, more intimate—long, grinding strokes that stirred the first load into a frothy cream while his cockhead kissed her cervix over and over, pushing more of his seed into her uterus each time. Lisa reached back, pulling Marcus’s head down for a deep kiss as she whispered, “Put your baby in me, Daddy. I want my belly swollen with your child while my husband licks the evidence—and gets shocked into another forced release.” Her swollen pussy lips hugged his ebony rod; her clit danced with every thrust. She came again, so hard she squirted in long, rhythmic pulses, flooding John’s waiting mouth while her body shook and her cries turned into broken sobs of pure pleasure.
After another fifteen minutes of deliberate breeding, Marcus’s animal hunger returned. His thrusts grew heavier, more urgent. A low, continuous growl rumbled in his chest. Suddenly he slammed home with a final, bone-jarring thrust and locked himself deep. His whole body shuddered violently. A raw, almost bestial roar tore from his throat as his balls clenched hard and began to pump again—harder, denser, more insistent than the first time. Thick, creamy jets of seed blasted into Lisa’s womb in long, powerful surges; each spurt made his powerful frame jerk and his hips grind in short, instinctive circles as if trying to screw the cum even deeper. His ass flexed and released with every pulse; his hands gripped Lisa’s hips hard enough to leave bruises. He was lost in the pure, animal pleasure of flooding a fertile womb, of claiming territory with his seed, of making sure the job was done. John counted at least eight heavy, deliberate spurts, each one accompanied by a guttural grunt of pure breeding satisfaction.
The instant her bull growled with orgasmic bliss, twitching and throbbing as deep as possible, Lisa triggered the taser again.
The second blast was even more brutal. Electricity detonated inside John’s already-fried prostate and raced the length of his painfully stretched urethra. His dicklet, now sucked deeper onto the metal penis, stiffened into a rigid, spasming rod and danced inside the vacuum tube like a worm in its death throes. Seed was forced out in thinner, more agonizing spurts—each one feeling as if the remaining tissue was being scraped raw from the inside. His hips bucked harder, more desperately, grunting like a farm animal while the pain rocked every nerve in his sex. The band tightened again. When Marcus finally pulled out of Lisa’s married pussy it made a hungry slurping sound. A torrent of thick, potent pearly cum oozed from her gaping hole straight into John’s open mouth.
“Third load for good measure,” Marcus announced, voice still rough from the intensity of his last release. He slid back in for a final, lazy creampie fuck while Lisa’s clit danced over John’s face. John’s entire world shrank to what he could see, hear, and smell right in front of him. Lisa queefed, then grunted as another orgasm—triggered by her lover’s cock working her sensitive G-spot—rolled through her. Her pussy gripped the black cock like the fist of an angry gorilla. Marcus answered with a deep, satisfied snarl and buried himself one last time. His balls tightened once more; thick, final ropes of seed pulsed out in slow, heavy jets as he ground his hips in small, possessive circles, jetting every last drop into her already-flooded womb. His pleasure this time was slower, almost triumphant—a low, continuous growl of pure animal contentment as he finished the job of impregnating her.
Lisa triggered the taser for a full thirty seconds.
John’s penis was so hard and swollen it looked ready to burst, the head nowhere near as purple as his testicles had become; it had swallowed all of the metal sound. His pelvis arched into the air; the organ twitched violently, trying to force the last of its seed toward an egg that would never receive it. Lisa watched a few final, electrically forced drops drip into the vial of unwanted seed.
“There. That womb is owned now. Black baby on the way.”
Only then did Lisa glance at the clock, still perched in the sixty-nine over her sexually broken husband.
“Ninety minutes with the nutting band on and chemicals doing their thing, cucky—your balls are almost cooked, dissolving into mush, nice and dark just like my bull’s skin. And those shocks? That was just the warm-up.”
She laughed cruelly, then lifted herself slightly, turned around, and pressed her well-seeded, cum-flooded pussy directly over John’s mouth in a full face-sitting seal.
“If you don’t want me with child, you still might have a chance. Clean your wife’s pussy. Eat every drop of the black baby batter Marcus just put in me—the life-creating seed that’s trying to knock me up.”
John obeyed, his tongue scooping thick globs of potent, life-creating cum from deep inside her thoroughly fucked and satisfied pussy as she ground down, smothering him. The taste of Marcus’s superior black seed flooded his mouth while Lisa rode his face harder and harder. Suddenly her body tensed. A long, earth-shattering orgasm rocked her—another powerful climax on her husband’s face while she was still technically not yet visibly pregnant. Her thighs clamped like a vice around John’s head as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through her. Her pussy fluttered and clenched in deep, rhythmic contractions; clear fluid gushed in pulses over his tongue and chin. Her whole body shook, voice breaking into a high, keening cry that turned into a triumphant scream.
At the very start of her orgasm she triggered both 100,000-volt police tasers at the same time.
The dual lightning bolts raced for a full minute between the spinal needles impaling his dying testicles and burned out every remaining nerve from his prostate to the head of his withering penis. The pain was absolute—white-hot, all-consuming; every nerve ending from his core to the tip of his cock was being electrically burned and ripped out by the roots. His back arched, thrusting his hips and dying penis into the air. The last drops of his unwanted seed were forced out of him, tinting the vial red. The agony drove him to eat her seeded womb with desperate, almost frenzied enthusiasm. When the current finally stopped, only numb, limp, nerve-dead emptiness remained where his useless manhood had been.
Lisa stayed seated on his face for long moments afterward, basking in the afterglow while John swallowed the last of Marcus’s seed mixed with her love juices.
“There,” she sighed contentedly, still trembling. “Your balls are finished. My uterus is full of real man’s cum. You’re nothing but a neutered, broken cuck now.”
Lisa spun around to gaze at his destroyed manhood. To complete his humiliation she took the freshly filled vial that contained thirteen milliliters of John’s condemned seed and poured it into his mouth, saying, “Waste not, want not.” She resealed her pussy tightly over John’s open, wanton mouth and energized the taser wired to his testicles, watching them quiver beneath her. Then she relaxed her bladder with a soft, satisfied moan and voided directly into him—a long, hot, slow, steady stream of golden urine flooding his throat. The female hormone-rich golden nectar washed down the last of her husband’s seed, forcing John to gulp desperately as he tasted her salty goodness mixed with his own cum.
“Drink it all, my nutted husband,” she cooed, grinding down onto him, playing “got your nose” with her asshole, making sure every drop went down. “Wash that useless load into your belly like the broken cuck you are.”
John swallowed convulsively, his face covered in the juices of his wife’s mating, while his balls quivered as electricity danced through them. His engorged penis had slowly crawled itself farther onto the metal pipe, penetrating it completely. It was now completely numb and lifeless from the relentless onslaught—a useless nub of flesh to his wife. Once empty, she lifted herself, looked down at her red, swollen, well-fucked pussy, and said quietly, “This is what you never could do for me.” Then she looked her ruined husband in the eyes with a cruel smirk. “And now you never will have the chance—ever again.”
Stroking her cum-soaked clit to one final, shuddering orgasm, she triggered both tasers once more, making certain that his useless sex organ was completely dead. John barely moved or made a sound as the electricity finished off what little nerve endings were left.