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9. Removing the offending part
Barry sat watching her as she sat opposite him, his jaw dropped, the words washing over him like a stream over a rock; his ears hissed his blood ran cold, he knew it was his entire fault. He alone had started this fantasy trail, He couldn’t understand the details she was telling him, and he was mentally numb!
What his choices were, she was explaining, but he just couldn`t really take in. He knew she would patiently explain it again, she would have too! But he felt faint.
Perhaps first I should explain;
It had started back in June 2 years ago, by then he had wanted over the last five years for her to “enjoy” another man, it was he knew a quite a common fantasy, and in this case, both his fantasy, and as it turned out hers, but unlike a lot of others they had clinically talked it out and after a while she had agreed to try it.
First there was a little swinging, for the other couple, long friends of theirs, it was just sex and they had had different rooms, fun but not quite the voyeur joy that he desired, not enough for them both. It had all been fun, a fantasy turned real, and a joy...at the beginning!
Her name was Kay, she was his life`s love, had been through school, through university and had grown to be a dark-haired beauty, they had married in the spring 7 years since, young lovers by then, life was good, both medical research students, and later managers of their own labs, both shared interests, they lived well, and they both enjoyed life. She had always “worn the trousers” as they say, more dominant than him, though they had rubbed along well, him enjoying the lesser role.
Into every life there`s a little rain they say must fall, in theirs it was being c***dless, he was firing blanks. They knew the score now, the doctors had told them, his respectable 7” still had full function, but the count was so low as to be not on the scale. They had put a brave face on it and the years had passed. They had considered all the options but none had really appealed to both of them, adoption was an option and was being considered at the time though she wanted a c***d of her own he had mentioned his fantasy, she would not contemplate another man`s c***d out of wedlock so surrogacy was out.
They had had a sex life that was full, fun, and fulfilling, trying all sorts till then. They even tried swinging as I said, with a couple they knew, same age or thereabouts, who also felt the same about sex, or so they thought. The couple felt unhappy watching one another break the marriage vows so it was a separate rooms job, which for him defeated the object! It was fun but not quite right for them so she came up with the idea that they would be better to have a threesome.
Thus; together they found themselves in their own clinical way discussing who and when and how like the scientists they had trained to be! It was planned like a military operation! She had had him produce a list of his proposed candidates, the ‘for’ and the ‘against’ each candidate as they saw it, both finally coming to the agreement that as she was the one to be screwed [his words not hers] she would have the final choice from his list.
As she didn’t want to conceive by a man not her husband, to cover all base`s she went on the pill, and had a coil fitted as well.
Now for him the list was easy, he knew a lot of folk from the uni who were still ‘playing the field’ some real womaniser’s, some just enthusiastic souls, all well hung, and that had been one of her stipulations, they must be well hung, clean and unmarried. Most on the list had tried it on at some point with Kay so he felt safe that as she had rejected them then he could see no reason she wouldn’t now just using them in a sexual fashion and discarding them after.
Her chosen one turned out to be a surgeon named Ken, a friend from uni, masterful, tall, good looking and 2 years older than both of them at 35 with successful practice and private surgery in the city he specialised in facials, sex changes, nip and tuck that sort of thing. He was single, and Barry had shared the early bath of rugby at uni so he knew that he was well hung.
The evening was to be a Saturday in November, she cooked a stunning meal, and He supplied the wine, still unsuspecting of the reason for his visit. After the meal they, that`s; Ken and Kay relaxed on the sofa, Barry in his armchair. One thing had led to another as they say and the three had enjoyed a fantastic night of sex, not least as Kens tool was two whole inches longer and an inch more in diameter, coupled with the fact he was both dominant and a little Bisexual it had been a brilliant night for all. She has been ‘royally screwed,’ Barry had received then later a dip on a sticky wicket, finally he had held her hand as she was taken once again, then he had a BJ by Ken, none of which he minded at all, in fact he had found it secretly to his liking!
After a shower and an early breakfast Ken had left, and the couple returned first to their bed, Barry helping her clean up after the ball was over, then to reality, and finally to some much-needed sleep. Returning to the lives they were used too, the very next day as if nothing had happened, though it must be said that was a sham, an outer shell perhaps to convince one another things were all just as they ever were.
Two weeks passed, and Barry began to notice that she was, well he couldn’t put his finger on it but just not quite so Kay. Sex was still good but she didn’t quite enjoy it as she did, the spark was just a little duller.
After a month, he asked her what was wrong, and she explained gently that he was no longer getting the results now, until Ken she had never had another cock to use as a yardstick, she had been faithful, monogamous even and his wife, but now having had the larger more experienced cock he just no longer cut the mustard.
Sadly, though he did his best but after another few weeks they again sat at dinner and she gently suggested perhaps she should have the occasional lover to spice up the sex and to fulfil his fantasy once more.
Knowing in his heart of hearts it was better to have part of a wife than let this put a wedge between them, he knew he was perhaps not so good at the sexual act as perhaps he would have wanted to be and in truth he had enjoyed watching her with another cock as much if not more than having her himself, the twinges of envy added to the situation.
Very reluctantly he agreed, though she had to promise that there would be no sex at all behind his back, she would only do it either in front of him, or at a push she was to give him chapter and verse on her return there was to be no meetings without prior arrangement so he knew everything.
She happily agreed to all that but added the rules that she would choose the men herself and that he would only join in if asked by the lover, otherwise he would sit watching, if necessarily bound to the chair if the lover wished it so.
Well that went on for a while, she had a number of one time lovers, each lover bringing his own slant on life to their bed, he looked it up he found the term was that he was a cuckold.
Though each of the half dozen lovers she had taken had been OK at the time, one had suffered from droop, four had had him bound, perhaps because they thought he might turn aggressive, three had smaller or the same size cocks as Barry and not one had satisfied her like that first time with Ken.
After each tryst they had sat, as they would in their labs and discussed the results.
He suggested it may be just simply size, so she decided to try a black lover, they by reputation having large cocks. He was not over keen being a touch racist deep down but it was her choice and he respected that.
A few days past and she came home excited saying a research student of hers was about to return to Kenya, she had been hit on by him and as he was soon to leave he would be ideal, especially as one of the other students had arrived one morning after a night out with Sammy, the student, in obvious discomfort and she had overheard the word “huge” used as the girls had been discussing the chap!
The chap, named Sammy by the way, was invited to a meal, their usual ploy; he clicked the scenario as soon as they sat at the table, and took a dominant role from the very start sending Barry to serve the wine. Meal over he soon had them in a bedroom and insisted Barry sat securely tied in a chair to watch, he insisted on that as he said Barry might interfere in what he termed “a real warrior taking over his wife.”
He had Kay strip herself as if it was beneath his dignity to get her ready! He then stripped himself revealing a monster tool, 10 or 11 inches and as thick as a babie`s arm, he waved it at Barry then without any attempt at foreplay, without any lubricant save her own juice`s, he threw her on the bed and leapt at her, filled her and thrust into her savagely.
Her eyes bulged, and she screamed, trying to fend him off, but he continued his assault, brutal savage, and without mercy, no quarter given, her body filled as never before. She soon gave up struggling, realising he would not be stopped.
That assault continued for an hour or more, he, filling her on three occasions, only pausing for a moment to recover, his body slumping on her and the tool never disengaging, she was overcome by the brutality of the assault and lay pinned her to their bed, her body violated, and though she had climaxed like never before, it had been physical, an automatic reaction of her body, not the enjoyable and sexual climaxes that she knew, it had been just downright brutal.
Sated he had rolled off uncaring if she had finished or not. He dressed laughed and left the couple, Barry still secured, her totally a weeping incapable wreck, as he saw himself out they heard him whistling as he walked to his car.
Both stunned by the turn of events, as soon as she could stand she released her husband and shattered, they hugged together and cried. It had been a new type of experience, she was bleeding and sore, her legs not functioning well as he helped her to bathe, and it had been just too much for either of them.
They would not be trying that again they concluded as she sat on a pile of cushion`s at the dining table, and his racially bias thoughts were now much stronger it must be said.
It took a week for the internal bruising to ease enough for her to return to work, Sammy by then had left so she was saved the embarrassment of face to face, but it had cured her of the desire for something big.
The week at home brooding had her conclude she would take a regular lover she trusted, it didn’t cross her mind there could be any repercussions, so slowly she drip-fed Barry the idea that perhaps Ken would be willing to satisfy her again on a more regular footing. Hadn’t he done the business well with no repercussions; and wasn’t he big but not too big, had he not given a good BJ so they could be both satisfied. All that sort of thing mostly slipped in at dinner each evening.
Barry of course didn’t want to experience another Sammy; he had enjoyed the tryst with Ken, and the BJ was a bonus, he was curious if he could do more of that without feeling gay, though he knew deep down he had a desire to take it anally, always had since a friend had rimmed him as an adolescent boy.
After consideration, he suggested perhaps “they could try it once again and talk over long term plans after that!”
Thus; it was, that Ken, found himself with another dinner invite the Saturday before Easter, he looked forward to it as he had enjoyed the last so much.
The die was cast, ultimately it led to the conversation she was trying to have with him now. How it could lead to this well see for your selves in part two but just remember-
Cuckolding is a very slippery slope to tread the path of,
SO, just BE WARNED!


Section 2
It was wet and windy as Ken arrived at their little home; he brought a sheaf of flowers this time and a very presentable bottle of wine.
His doorstep kiss both deep passionate and returned in a like manner by Kay dressed for dinner in a low-cut red slim line dress.
From the start it was obvious he knew as they did why he was there and over a lovely meal he allowed them to explain all that had gone on since last they had met. The final incident with Sammy proving the straw on the camel`s back and eliciting sympathetic noises as she explained it to him with tears in her eyes of the pain caused.
He gently asked “So what do you want now then?”
It was Barry that explained they needed someone they could trust, someone discrete, someone with as much to lose as themselves and someone who understood what they both needed in short… Ken.
They came to an understanding that evening, mostly his suggestions but he would act the part of their master, odd weekends he would entertain them both at his place, others here with them, but in return he wanted to be allowed to use Kay in any way he saw fit, and Barry too if he so desired as well, he [ken] being Bisexual
He would take control each visit both in dress, and whatever they were to do totally and utterly, but only if they both agreed.
Oh, they agreed a single glance between them said they didn’t need to even talk that over it sounded just perfect.
They enlightened him of their own rules never to do anything that both partners didn’t know about, and he in turn agreed to that promising never to do anything with either that the partner didn’t know about.
He started immediately after the meal had finished, sending Barry scurrying to clear the dishes and Kay to remove her clothes after shutting the curtains. The empty table beckoned and he had the now naked woman lie on the cool polished surface on her back down its length, he stripped off himself and leant over from the end and began licking her sex his hansom tool laying on the table top as he bent to his task.
Barry returned, and was told to pay homage to his arse and balls as a man worked of the wife he so abjectly had not taken care of well enough. As she lay receiving his tongue Kay began to smile, content now she began the first of many climaxes, it was a small beginning but it was satisfying and very enjoyable. The night was long and strenuous, Kay lost count of her climaxes long before midnight Barry never tired of the enjoyment of watching his wife`s excitement and Ken seemed never to lose hardness or concentration slipping effortlessly from one situation to another.
They slept till mid morning, all three in an exhausted heap, they showered, together, Ken forbidding anyone to pass water till they were under the shower, Barry being commanded to drink at least some of both his wife`s and the masters offering before he would be allowed to ease his bursting bladder, Kay was then told to allow the smaller man to wash her out with her husband`s personal hose as she bent from the waist while giving her master a sensuous BJ. The feelings of his hot water, deep in her body was something she would remember for a long time, coupled with the master`s seed it was exceptional, her mind overflowing with the sensational overload.
It was to be the first of many unusual escapades over the next few months, slowly oh so slowly they became a team, Barry being in the chair for most of the time, except weekends when mother nature took over and Barry had to stand in to receive the seed of the master Ken used Barry analy while Kay was bound to the chair watching, slowly oh so slowly the balance of the household changed until as can only be expected the master and Kay becoming closer and Barry becoming the stand-in.
Finally, it dawned and this led to the conversation that so far his brain could not accept; the one that started” Ken and I have been chatting and that now he and I want you to divorce me and you then have a few choices:” the conversation his fuddled brain not only would not except it`s the one he doesn’t want to even acknowledge.
He realised she was on her feet, handing him a list, then through a veil of tears he watched her drive off to work, he having a day off today she had given him the conversation content in black and white.
He poured a drink, large and stiff.
Drying his eyes, he sat at the table slowly the letter returned to focus opening it slowly he read;
WE, THAT`S KEN AND I ARE DEEPLY IN LOVE ITS SOMETHING WE UNDERSTAND AND WE HOPE YOU TOO WILL COME TO UNDERSTAND, I WANT HIS BABY BARRY, SOMETHING YOU UNFORTUNATELY CAN NEVER GIVE ME.
WE WISH TO MARRY AND CAN`T WITHOUT YOUR BLESSING AND OUR DIVORCE. I WILL NOT CONCEIVE OUTSIDE WEDLOCK, ITS SOMETHING YOU KNOW I DON`T BELIEVE IN
THOUGH WE WANT YOU TO REMAIN PART OF OUR “family” WE CAN`T IN ALL HONESTY SEE A PLACE FOR YOU USING MY BODY
YOU HAVE NOT HAD YOUR TOOL IN ME NOW FOR OVER A YEAR SO FROM NOW ON IF YOU WISH TO REMAIN WITH ME, AND I DEARLY HOPE THAT`S THE CASE YOU WILL NEVER AGAIN HAVE A USE FOR THE APPENDAGE YOU NO LONGER HAVE A USE FOR.
WE ARE GOING TO OFFER YOU A PLACE IN OUR HOME, BUT TO QUALIFY THERE IS A PENALTY, FIRSTLY YOU MUST BE AVAILABLE AT ANY TIME TO BE USED BY KEN AS MY STAND-IN, AT TIMES WHEN MOTHER NATURE PUTS ME OUT OF USE, OR WHEN I AM WITH c***d.
TO ENSURE YOUR BEING UNABLE TO USE MY BODY, KEN WISHES YOU TO HAVE YOUR LITTLE TOOL REMOVED.
IF YOU WISH TO KNOW MORE I WILL BE HOME AT FOUR.
The day passed slowly, I thought of nothing but the note, the choices and the long-term consequences.
At about four she pulled into the yard and tap tapped her high heeled way into the house.
I was sat at the table. One glance at me told her what she wanted to know, she made coffee and we silently sat surveying one another.


“Do you really mean you wish to remove my cock and balls?” it was a straight from the heart question, and she knew it needed an answer.
“Look” she said “you only ever use your tongue on me now, that useless thing has not done anything for me in over a year, in fact in baby terms it has done nothing for me at all and I have come to hate it. Ken wants to be certain any c***d is his and that his wife will never be able to have sex again with her ex husband.”

She went on that's why he came up with this idea, and I agree with him it’s a very practical idea. If you'll agree to it as well, then I shall know you really love me and we can all live together forever after, What do you think?"
He thought quickly, loath as he was to lose his old man he knew that to remain with his wife, it was the only option.
He had read of this type of story before, was the thing really worth keeping, or was it as redundant as she had suggested? He played for time, “I will divorce you because I love you and know how much you want a c***d but as I am so loath to lose you, and so as to retain your love I will consider allowing you to remove parts of my body, but to do so I want to know from you exactly the details of the procedure, and the outcome, exactly mind, chapter and verse.”
He went on that “I also have the demand that if I go through with this I must have your assurance that using my fingers and tongue on you at least once a week is a must.”

“Look” she said, “I have to talk to Ken, I will get him to explain the whole procedure to you, and will press him to agree, will that help you make up your mind?”
He nodded
They left it at that, and Ken arrived about an hour after.

They went into the living room and Barry made coffee in the kitchen, while waiting the kettle his hand lovingly but subconsciously caressed his flaccid tool, all men would be loath to lose this symbol of their manhood, it was a huge decision.
Coffee brewed, into the living room to face the “loving pair”
Ken faced him and perhaps a little sternly said “she`s told you then!”
He grunted “yes and there`s two part`s to this isn’t there, you want me to divorce Kay and then to marry her yourself, that alone is a bitter pill to swallow, I still love my wife, so remember that! I will do that for her as I can see her never having a c***d otherwise and that she so wants; that as a token of my deep love!”
He went on to say that part of the bargain must be the use of her body by tongue and finger, should he so wish if he went through with the wish to have himself retendered a useless eunuch.
Ken stood surveying him steadily, then thanked him sincerely for the offer of the divorce and allowing them to marry. Barry felt this was genuine and sincere. He then told Barry to remove all his clothes, which by now he happily did as if programmed to do so for the master. “Stand there and watch” was the next command, and a somewhat surprised Barry did just that.


Ken turned to Kay and commanded her to “strip” clicking his fingers in a way she had become accustomed too,
The single word from her lover had her on her feet instantly and peeling away her working clothes erotically and sensuously just as commanded, Ken and her husband watched avidly till she stood naked as the day she was born.
The master now turned to Barry, and said “see this” indicating the tent in his neat trousers, “has that raised that pathetic thing dangling there...” pointing at Barrie’s drooping Penis. “No and that`s why I say it is useless and you won`t miss it when she chops it off!”
Now at the mention of Kay removing the appendage the tool in question stirred a little, the little twitch betraying his inner thoughts, a point not unnoticed by both Kay and Ken.
“ah you like that scenario then!” ken gloated, “right let me take you through it as we see it, to have you live as part of my household I am not going to allow you to ever dip yourself into your lovely ...well then...ex wife ever again, you will be available to pleasure me, and if that includes pleasuring Kay by tongue and finger well that is just what you will do, understand. And if we remove that useless article I shall feel happier that you could never be tempted away by another person, or to mount her in my absence, understand!”
Put like that Barry understood and nodded his head in acknowledgement. Ken continued that “as it`s been a pain to Kay all this time I want her to ritually destroy it for you, I wanted the lot off, balls as well, but she has convinced me to leave them and reconstruct you with a short soft imitation tube, to piss through, and too ejaculate through that way you will feel all the joy of cumming, and not be able to use yourself or abuse yourself either.”
The victims gaze had been on Kay`s features all through the last short speech, her eyes sparked at the mention of her ritually destroying the thing and to him it was somehow stimulating and arousing at the same time, that she wished to destroy him so completely. That he would have a soft plastic tool after was to him a bonus!
He turned to Ken and asked when it would happen and where?
That he was told was to be on the very day he received his wife`s hand and it would be a fine wedding present at the beginning of their marriage.
Ken knelt before Barry and laid the semi-soft penis in his open hand, ”It will be at my Private surgery, direct from the registry office, first you will shower then be shaved totally smooth, Kay will see to that, then you will be secured in a standing position and given a final orgasm, again Kay and perhaps myself will see to that, it being our wedding treat. A tight rubber tourniquet will be placed at the base of the penis close against your by now empty balls, it will reduce the blood loss and reduce your pain considerably you will be pleased to hear.
When you are ready and on your own command Kay will wield my scalpel, I believe. she has a sadistic streak you understand so she will take as long as she wishes, and as she wants the foreskin as a memento and will wear it fresh, as a ring cover during our honeymoon that will be first to go, she also dreams of enjoying your screams on tape, so expect to feel at least some pain before you pass out after she has finished I will then tidy you up and reconstruct you under a full anaesthetic.
My very discrete nurse will see to your return to health while we are away, you will be amazed to hear that side takes a remarkably brief time, and it will be her who carries out all the tests afterwards before you are returned to us after we return from a few weeks of honeymoon.
They had thought of everything it seems, planned it to the final detail and no doubt savoured over and honed as a sexual aid for some time.
9. REMOVING THE OFFENDING PART [c]
The wedding now the divorce had come through, was arranged for Barry`s birthday, mid march, they felt it was his rebirth, and significant.
The day dawned grey blustery and cool, the tiny party arrived at the registrars in appropriate time, a happy bride, her groom her ex husband looking perhaps a little pale, and the grooms only nurse Audrey, the last two as the necessary witnesses.
It was a short service, the bride given away by her ex, that to them seemed appropriate, they adjourned to the surgery where they raised a glass of champagne before the nurse come maid of honour left discretely. They all knew the time had come.
Hand in hand the bride and her ex moved off to the shower room, his trembling hands refused to function as he began to strip so she asked if he was very scared, he said he was petrified and she kissed him, then slowly removed his shirt, the other parts of his clothing followed till he was naked once again in front of her, she stripped off herself as he stepped into the shower. The warm water reviving him a little, as she soaped him down and scrubbed him clean paying special attention to his genitalia.
There was a table set to one side, he next lay on it still wet, she shaved him with the utmost care using an open razor, holding the prick up by the foreskin and scr****g slowly from root to tip. Caressing the smooth skin as she crooned a quiet melody he lay passive if a little trembling, knowing the next time a blade touched the skin it would be much, much more painful.
Falteringly he said in a near whisper, “I am doing this because of my love for you Kay, you do understand that, don’t you?”
Her answer was to bend and kiss him, tenderly gently and with all the feeling she could muster, she softly replied, that “she hoped he knew she would never stop loving him, to show just how much she appreciated this token of his love, this being his most precious present to them both, she was going to make him suffer, she would savour it always and for both her own pleasure and Kens, she would not spare him, as it would be squandering this fine and generous gesture.”
In a sad strange way, he understood I doubt I would have that deep understanding. The shave over the showered again, and she tenderly dried him, hand in hand now they kissed, then she muttered “ready?” and together they went from the shower into the theatre.

The adjustable table had been tilted to a vertical position, Ken standing naked smiling at the side, waiting quietly, he addressed the now shaking Barry, telling him how much his new wife (emphasising the word his and new) and he appreciated this gesture saying as a token of her love and his goodwill he was going to allow her to place the penis into her for a single last time, Barry was to savour the moment as it would or could never happen again.
On the cold floor, she lay and with the help of a mouth job and a little stroking by Ken the star of the show rose slowly for a last hurrah to its full seven magnificent inches, Ken as her husband fed it into Kays waiting body, the video recording every tiny detail. The deed was urgent and in the circumstances, surprisingly speedy and soon with a magnificent deep thrust the dead was done.
They lay for just a second or two entwined as of years ago, savouring this last triumph then slowly on shaky legs Barry without command, rose and took his place against the table waiting patiently for them to secure him, her to his right and Ken the left, a loose strap at the throat to prevent him bending forward, a strap around each of his upper arms, another pair at his wrists, a long one over his belly, two for his ankles and a the final pair just above each knee holding his legs wide open and increasing his feeling of vulnerability tenfold.
They stood back and took more photographs he could see his last seed running down her inner leg, he felt elated that he had risen to this final occasion.
The then they checked the video and a tape recorder as well, nothing was going to be missed that was a fact.
A small surgical table appeared, a tool like a pair of pliers loaded with a rubber tourniquet band lay on a cloth, Ken took hold of the now slick and flaccid penis by the base and worked on it gently, the wretched thing began to stiffen, then rose again to its full length as if to mock him. The cold touch of those pliers and the searing tightness of the rubber constrictor told him that the band was in place, what blood was in the body of the tool would not be returning to his body, and the stiffness he had, would forever be the last he would ever experience. He knew there could be no turning back.
Ken removed the towel from the instruments, Barry`s eyes focused now on the array of blades, and unusual surgical tools, he was aware of Ken kissing his new wife, then leaving blowing the soon to be eunuch a silent kiss as he left to watch her enjoy this plethora of pain by CCTV from his office.
She selected two items from the tray, the first a steel tube perhaps half or three quarters of an inch round and about an inch long. This she inserted in his foreskin, pulling the skin up tight. The second item, a scalpel its wicked looking blade glittering in the harsh light.
She looked at him expectant, waiting; he suddenly understood she was waiting his word of command, his permission, and his wedding gift.
Their eyes met, there gaze intense, they understood one another, they waited, he was unable to speak, words not coming, his lips moved, a tiny whisper escaped and she still waited, the silence was oh so loud. He realised she wanted it for the film, for the tape and for her master. He finally spat the simple words “Do it!”
Instantly the blade made contact, the skin slicing through smoothly till the blade hit the hard tube and she started the circular incision, the pain was intense as the ring of tender skin detached itself, blood in a fine blur spraying her fingers as the metal ring fell from her grasp and the blade clattered into the waiting bucket.
She raised her hand the new ring sparkled in the light in front of his eyes and with her free hand she slithered the soft ring of skin, bloody and limp over her ring finger stretching it to cover the new wedding ring completely, he knew it would stay there till the honeymoon was over, a reminder of his most tragic sacrifice.
He knew phase one was over, the pain shrieked at him that he was now a roundhead, circumcised without anaesthetic, as her new husband had trained her and she was smiling, the love of his life was smiling.
She raised her eyes to his, and asked if he was ready. By now he just wanted it over, he nodded, her hand sneaked off to the tray of implements.
She found a rod, perhaps a centimetre thick six inches long with a rounded end, she grasped his shaft and with no thought for his pain pushed the rod deep into his pipe, pain like fire tore from the invaded tube, he screamed and she smiled as the decibels rose and the rod pressed against the constriction of the tourniquet.
The now falsely rigid shaft she supported with her left hand, reaching back to the tray with her right, grasping the next scalpel.
The blade flashed and a bloody line of red hot sudden pain across the now exposed head of this tool, his scream echoing from the walls music to her ears, a second and a third slash so deep the rod clattered on the blade blunting the perfect edge. Another cut, the blunt blade now chewing the meat rather than slicing as before, his head thrown back in a howl of pain way beyond anything she had ever heard before. She revelled in the sound, in her eyes, he was enjoying the sacrifice, and she was not going to rush.
The blade joined the other in the bucket; a new blade found its way into her fingers and this time the point entered the meat just in front of the band, his scream went another full octave higher as it sliced from the base the length of the rod all the way to the tip.
The bloody meat fell from the now released rod; she threw metal into the bucket with a clatter, then lifted the desecrated remains and slashed at the last portion of under skin holding the released trophy in front of his eyes like a hunter showing a fox`s tail to the hunt.
His eyes followed his onetime pride and joy, tears splashing down his cheeks and his voice box now reduced to a croaking wreck from continuing screams. He became aware of Ken administering a needle that soon numbed the pain and released him gently into a world of all releasing darkness.
He slowly came too, the nurse Audrey holding his hand.
He had been out for 48 hours a dull ache throbbing at his crutch, wadding and padding piled between his legs; she held a cup to his dry lips. She would nurse him for a fortnight almost continuously.
Beside his bed lay a video, he knew it would be a copy, it pricked at him, he knew he needed to watch the thing, but could not face it alone.
Audrey mentioned it next day as she delivered his tea meal; she was more interested than he was! She of course had no idea of the trauma that had been involved. He smiled and said, “would you like to watch it with me as I didn’t think I could stand it on his own?”
She soon had the thing in the recorder. It started with a picture of Kay sat in the little kitchen frying something in a pan, and then both honeymooners eating what looked like a single split sausage. The seemed to be relishing the flavour of the thing like it was a delicacy.
Audrey smiled and said, “that seem`s a strange thing to start a video with!” he smiled. The next sequence was beginning at the door, stills taken by Ken, the final on the floor sex, Audrey`s jaw slowly dropped, she sat quietly during the securing, and tears fell as the cuts began, by the removal her fingers were in her lap, tears freely running down her cheeks
She kissed him and quietly said “now I understand the fry up”
She then asked him “why”
He replied sincerely, “for love my dear for love!”