CALLING PEOPLE CUCKOLDS ON THE WEB

Have you ever been furious enough to call some body a cuckold o line? Not just a "cuck" but a literal cuckold.....?

If there were any point where I were capable of disobeying Asagi Ayase, it has long since past. A few months into our relationship, after once again failing to bring her to orgasm, she said that we should see other people. I begged her to not break up with me. Perhaps it was pity, not love as I had originally thought, that made her offer an open relationship instead. Desperate to keep her, I enthusiastically agreed. The very next day, she brought a man home. He was a a big African-American, perhaps 6'3". Her moans were heard throughout the house that night. I slept on the couch. The next morning when I took her her coffee before heading to work, he was gone, and she asked if I had heard. She had a mischievous grin. This went on for a few weeks, and there was more and more disdain in her eyes every morning. Traybock was practically living with us now, and he would mock me over dinner. Next she told me that I should watch. It pained me to do so, but my sobs and begging unfazed either of them. Traybock brought his friend Lacront one day, and he moved in too. I was so overcome with fury and passion, that I tried to forcefully remove them from Asagi one night. Lacront's sharp backhand slap sent me to the floor, stunned. Asagi just looked at me in disgust and quickly forgot about me.

The next day, she took my credit card and bought a pair of handcuffs and a hotplate, though I didn't know about that until that night. Asagi ordered Lacront and Traybock to handcuff me to the rod in the closet. I thought that they meant to prevent another of my silly outbursts, but that was foolishly optimistic of me. She told Lacront and Traybock to grab my legs and keep them spread apart as she plugged in the hotplate. I was thoroughly confused then and begged to know what she was doing. She carefully placed the kitchen knife on the hot surface and said "It's for the best. You're not really a man anyway." The implications of that horrified me, but I still felt myself growing hard. She put some rubber bands on my balls and held ice to them to prevent excessive bleeding, a kindness in her own way. It hurt more than being kicked there, to be sure. She told me to open my mouth. I was incapable of disobeying her on some fundamental level in my soul. She stuffed her panties into my mouth and applied duct tape so that I couldn't spit them out. I knew at this point that she was right about me not being a real man, because I could feel precum leaking from the tip of my rock hard cock, even through all that pain. It would be the last time I would feel that. She drove a rod into my urethra next, deep inside me. Oh god, the pain of that was unbearable. She put a rubber band on my dick too. It was finally time. She took a smaller knife and pierced my tiny nutsack. As small of an incision as she thought possible. My muffled voice couldn't reach her, but Lacront and Traybock encouraged her and laughed at my humiliation. She tried to squeeze the testicle through, but it was too big, so she let go and made the hole a little bigger. This happened a couple of times, but eventually she got both testicles out of their protective sack. With the hot knife, she cut through the fleshy material connecting them to the inside and deposited them into a waiting jar. I felt completely betrayed and was no longer bothering to fight.

Next she set to work on removing my penis. She tried cutting down to the rod, but the knife wasn't sharp enough, and she had to saw through it. She left me there to get another knife, and Lacront and Traybock took the opportunity to hit my wound, sending spasms of pain though me. She came back with a serrated steak knife and resumed work on my pathetic and worthless white penis. The pain blinded me and I passed out at some point. Presiding over that darkness was Asagi, as beautiful as on the day that I had met her. It was impossible for me to hate her, even though I would never father children for her now. In the end, I hadn't been good enough. I must have known that all along.

The next day I awoke, still hanging in the closet, with an ice pack taped to my crotch. Asagi and her boyfriends were sitting naked in bed, smoking weed as she flirted with them. My penis and balls were floating in a jar on our nightstand. When she noticed me, she told me that she had called my boss and told her I was sick. I had the day off at least, so she must have cared about me a little bit. That day, my stepson took my severed genitals to school for show-and-tell. Asagi was also kind in that she allowed me a full week to recover before she moved her plans forward. I was to be the fuck toy of her friends too. Once she found out that I could orgasm though my prostate as huge black dongs penetrated me, she threatened to remove that too, but I don't think she will. And that's pretty much my life now. I work all day to support our family, and in the evenings I get fucked by strange African-Americans, and at night I sleep at the foot of their bed. As horrible as it sounds, I can't say I really regret my life. Asagi is just as beautiful as the day I met her and still brings joy to my heart. My childish jealousy was what caused this, and it was a deserved punishment after all.