Everything and Anything. Epilogue part 3. [m35] [F32] [chastity] [MMM/m] [M/f]

Thanks to all who continue to read. This is potentially the last story in the series.

Please be kind as this was written in haste.

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Richard stood over me. My hands bound behind my back. My ass being ravaged by the fucking machine I was kneeling over. His long thin cock fully down my throat. He wanted me to lick his balls while I deepthroated him. "Keep licking, cocksucker. Once you have licked me for 10 minutes we can move to the next step."

I had been kneeling for sometime. It was late. I had sucked every cock there. Richards, Chad's and Jakes. I had been summoned for a throat training session. We were in Richard's workshop, come garage come sexual torture place for me. I had been at his house since my beautiful wife Kate had left for a date with Mark.

Chad had stopped by and gotten a blow job from Kate then while Kate got ready he sat in my living room and had me serve him some of my good bourbon and then kneel and cock warm him while he played with my ps5. Kate would pop in and say hi, I think as she wanted Chad to see her freshly shaved pussy, and to see how her are tattoo was healing.

Looking back, 2 things should have been more clear to me. The first was Kate's obsession with Chad. It wasn't Chad so much as it was his attention and his big dick. She did not laugh at his jokes, she did think he was intelligent or competent. He was just a douche bag gym bro that had a really big dick and had a dominant energy to him. Even though she really did not want to talk to the man, she did want his attention, to have his gaze on her and then to please his massive dick. I have known her since her early twenties, and watched her succeed at everything she tried. But his energy was something different. She wanted him to notice her, to get hard for her and then to cum in or on her with more passion and focus than she applied to building her blooming fitness business, or getting her degrees or certifications or anything else she had pursued.

The second thing I should have known was the unshakeable depth with which she loved me and needed me. We have discussed it many times since. She could not have stepped out to be that version of herself without me, my stable loving acceptance of her that worked to amplify her patient loving acceptance of me.

I remember hearing her voice at this particular moment. Chad's thick cock in my mouth and throat. My nose pressed against his flat stomach. Part of me absolutely hated the man, part of me was under that same submissive spell my wife was to him. She came into our living room. Naked. Standing against the door. "What are you two boys up to?" Her arms folded across her chest. She walked over and held my head down on his cock and lovingly rubbed her fingers through my hair. She leaned in and kissed him. He felt her breast and remarked at the red landing strip she had shaved in her pubic area.

Kate got dressed for an evening with Mark, showing Chad her matching deep red bustier and thong before adding a jacket and slacks and heels before joining Mark for an evening at a new trendy restaurant and hotel. Her bright red her up with deep red lips left quite an impression with Chad and Mark.

Richard summoned us and I ended up being left with a choice: give my tormentor a very public car blowie or ride in his trunk. I chose the trunk. I had already spent over an hour with his massive cock down my throat and my jaw needed a break before a night of being the center of attention at Richard's house.

That night stood out for a couple of reasons. The first was Kate's reaction to Mark, Chad and me. I was her cuckold. Her sissified, caged, panty wearing, cock sucking, sex servant. I was the father of her children and her husband. But then I was neither her provider or her protector. Chad was the asshole with the big dick. He was her Dom and carried a power over her that was inexplicable. Mark on the other hand, had tbe opportunity to be both. He could provide Kate with the lifestyle she wanted. He could protect. He could be a great dad. He was fit, not as fit as Chad, but for early 40s he was good looking. She had also learned he was Chad's equal when it came to endowment. She looked forward to the sex with him in also most the same way she looked forward to the sex with Chad, but she actually enjoyed the presence of the man and that was obvious by the way she lit up when he finally arrived.

Her face was made up perfectly. Her outfit new and she owned it. Her eyes absolutely beamed when he came to the door and brought her favorite flowers. She grabbed her overnight bag and kissed him on the cheek and then walked out with him holding his hand. I think Chad saw it too.

The second reason that night stood out was Richard almost castrated me. He had rigged the tennis ball machine and the fucking machine so that I was kneeling with my legs spread wide and my balls kind of shoved through an opening in a piece of plywood and tbe tennis balls shot out and hit my balls from tbe front and tbe fucking machine was sawing me in half from the back. The toy he had topped the machine with was a large bad dragon made toy that was at least 6 inches around in its largest and twice that in length. I did not walk that next day. After sucking everyone off while getting hit in the balls consistently and fucked by the machine he moved to a new toy.

"Chad, Miss Kate has been your oral whore now for quite some time, right?" Richard asked.

"Yes, the crazy slut will suck my cock now without me having to ask."

"What is the most humiliating thing she has done to please you?" Richard asked. I sat there on my knees, Richard's cock down my throat and still tonguing his wrinkled ball bag.

I did not have to see it, but I know that Chad grinned as he reflected.

Jake jumped in and suggested excitedly, "Remember that time she came out on the boat with us. She only wore a thong and sunglasses. She came and partied with us top less in broad daylight, before eating your ass and taking a facial in front of all of us."

Richard asked the question on my mind, "how many of you were there and who was there." I was expecting the usual suspects of gym goers, but Jakes answer made my stomach churn.

"There was like 15 people, lots of bougie gym people." He went on to name several names from our normal life. My stomach and heart fell.

Chad interjected, "That was amazing to watch her literally jump onto a boat full of people, shotgun a beer, take her top off, and drop to her knees to suck my hog in front of all those people like all in one motion. Many of them might have been your friends." He said turning his eyes to me.

Had I not been so far into the sissy, submissive haze, I probably would have lost it. However, the part of my person that craves humiliation, submission and pain just leaned into it.

Richard steered the course back to the topic he wanted. "What was the most wanton slutty blowjob she gave you. What did she do with her mouth"

Jake again interjected here, "and throat."

Richard continued, "and throat to show just how much of a depraved slut she was for your cock?"

This really made Chad think. I was watching him out of the corner of my eye. Richards long dick down my throat and my balls and ass being pummeled as they were.

The next thing I know, Chad is standing next to Richard, showing him a video on his phone. Jake joins them. Their cocks pressing against my face and hardening as they watch my beautiful wife service Chad in what apparently was such a demeaning way.

Richards response was, "That is definitely it. Perfect." Eyes still glued to the screen and his cock swelling in my throat.

He turns his attention to me. "Here is our game. You are going to reenact this debauched act for us. For me. Chad is going to video. We will modify it for you as you still have balls and do not have breast's yet."

I was soon un bound from the machine. Jake made sure my exposed testicle took a half dozen shots at close range with the machine on its highest setting before finally turning it off and un binding me. The xl bad dragon dildo was removed from the machine and my ass, thankfully and I was left on all 4s while the men stood around me. Their cocks still in my face.

I was soon given a chest harness and weighted nipple clamps to emulate what Chad had done to Kate. She usually hated nipple clamps and hated breast bandage. She prized how her breasts swell looked in her carefully curated collection of sports bras and tops including how her nipples were never too obvious. Bent over as I was, my nipples were greatly distended under the ratcheting clamp and weight. Fuck.

The next was the oversized open mouth gag that was placed in my now sore mouth. Chad showed me a snippet of the video and Kate wore this with fire in her eyes and saliva dripping down her chin. Bound breasts and clamped nipples on full display. My mind wondered, what kind of power did he have over her.

The last piece, was the most worrisome to me if I wanted to stay a male and have a chance of having normal sex with Kate again some day. Richard reached for my balls that were held and presented nicely in my cage, from the back and aggressively pulled them back between my legs. I let out a loud grunt and my face hit the floor as he pulled back and Jake set the humbler in place.

The humbler was a contraption to keep my balls behind my legs. This one was a bit different. Once my balls were pulled through and secured, Richard then used a string made of leather to separate my balls in their tightly held sack. He went slowly, which made this part feel like my testicle were being cut and set my scrotum on fire as the leather stretched and abraided the thin skin of my sack. It was the last part that pulled me from my submissive haze.

"Chad, you may want to bind our friends arms for this next part, he is liable to thrash about." Chad used bondage tape and bound my wrists to the opposite elbow. After he finished. He stood up and leaned against the bench that I was kneeling near and put his foot on my head to hold me.

Richard proceeded, "Jake, hand me the clamp looking tool." Jake handed him the tool, and I heard a few grunts from behind me and a simultaneous relief of the burning sensation from the leather strap and a strange new pressure. My body knew something was awry.

Richard spoke. "Cocksucker, I know you want to be a good boi for me and for us. Good cocksuckers please their masters with their throats even when faced with stressful situations. We just banded your balls." He pauses to show me the clamp-looking tool. "Your balls have approximately 30 minutes to live before the three bands we put on your balls begin to kill your testicle from lack of blood flow. We'll thats if if we used one band on your balls together. With 3 bands, one on each individual ball and one for your entire sack, and combined with the 500 or so tennis balls you just took to the nuts who knows how long you have."

I remember looking up at them, feeling the reality of taking my fantasy too far in every direction: Kate wasn't just getting dicked down by some hung gym bro, she was on a romantic date with a handsome, successful, hung stud. A worthy mate for her. How would I win her back if I lost my balls? If I were no longer a man? Here I was faced with the certainty of losing my manhood if I were not released.

Richard's and my gaze met. Chad showed me a video of Kate crawling across the floor, breast's bound and clamped, a large plug showing in her butt. She crawled over to where Chad was sitting. When she got there she impaled herself on a very large toy. I watched her facial expressions as the toy stretched her perfect pussy. It took her some time work her way down to the base and once there I hear the tell tell buzzing sounds of a powerful vibrator. The video continued and I could see a bulge in her stomach from the toy in her it was so big. Once she was seated. Chad presented his cock to her held open, salivating mouth. I watched her take him in and begin to work his shift. No licking, no lips on the head and tongue swirling of his slit. Just a straight down the pipes impalement on his massive fuck stick. Chad narrated.

"Earlier that day, I asked her if she liked sucking my cock. She said yes. I asked her to prove it. She told me she did every day when she sucked me to wake me up and put me to sleep and to entertain me at work or after work. I told her I want more. She looked at me and pressed her body against me and said "I will do whatever you ask to prove to you how much I like sucking your cock." So I chatted with Anne and we came up with this devious submission. We knew she hated having her tits tortured, so we did that. Anne suggested that she loved having control of the blow job and using her tongue and luscious lips. So I took that away. We had not tried really stretching her pussy, yet, and did not think she would want that as she was trying to protect that for her cuck husband. So we let her stretch herself to prove how much she wanted to suck my cock."

Richard started back in. "You will need to prove that the throat training we gave you earlier has taken effect and that you want to please my cock with your throat alone, no hands, no lips, and limited tongue."

I feel my balls being stretched. They feel like they are being pulled further away from me. He had attached a ball stretcher to the humbler with the ball separating bands.

"Show us that Kate isn't then only cockslut in the family." He said as he walked to the office chair on the other side of the shop. He plopped down the same large toy that Kate had in her sex and applied a coating of fresh lube to it. "Come kneel at my feet and make me cum with your throat. I would do it sooner than later. I wouldn't want you to lose your ballsie wallsies and become a permanent limp sissy bitch now would you?"

I crawl after him. They forgot to tell me that they had tied a few tools to the humble so that as I crawled my balls were painfully stretched even further. I finally make it to him. I am given a time check. Two minutes and 15 seconds.

Now to impale myself on this super large dildo. That hurt at first but soon I am able to work my way to it's base and Chad starts the vibrator. I am caught in the perfect tension of pain and pleasure. My hole is stretched and I am full. My caged clit and prostate are now being pleasured by the vibrating tentacle. My balls are in tension and banded. Richard takes out his cock. It slips through the opening in the mouth gag, and further and further into my throat. In one smooth motion, Richard fills my throat with his long cock. I begin to work his cock up and down. Concentrating to see how he responds. Trying to find a place to please his cock and make him cum, making sure to gague his reactions and twist my head a bit on his cock. All the while with tbe threat of losing my balls and most likely my wife if I do not make him cum.

About 20 minutes in, Richard gets a phone call. He had been showing me pics of what hormone therapy would do to my body once my balls were gone. How my breasts grow, how my dick would not get hard and how my already ample ass would get bigger and rounder. He called me a good cocksucker, and said I would make an even better one with a big round ass and some nice firm round tits. He answers the call and immediately switches to German.

This is the third significant item from that evening. Richard knew Jorge and Fox and that they talked (about me) regularly. Richard went from a phone call to a video call with the camera turned to him. And then turned to me, desperately trying to make him cum with my tongue and throat before I lose, well everything.

I was working Richard's cock with the opening to my throat while my caged clit and prostate were being vibed, my ass was a full as it ever had been and my balls were both banded by three cords from an elastrator and stretched behind me to their limits. And now I am face timing Jorge and Fox. I tried to wink at them to say "hi" as that was all I could really do at that time. It was hard to hear what they were saying and Richard had Chad bring me some headphones. Soon I was face timing with Jorge and Fox and they were telling me and showing me images of what it would be like if I just surrendered and became a full time beautiful mtf sissy. No balls, a limp little clit. A smooth hairless body, an even fatter and rounded ass. Then they hit my weak spots. Having breasts. They showed pics of what they had seen and done with other sissies who got on hormones and had surgery and had big fake porn star tits.

And then they reminded me of how much fun we had when I was with them last. How much cock I sucked and how pretty I looked and how good they smelled and tasted. I remember having my first and most intense organs while being fucked by a man. I totally lost track of time. I still had Richard's long cock in my throat. I would hear him call me cocksucker and that helped to keep me in my sissy haze.

I was lost in the submission and the humiliation. It was like parts of my mind just shut down and the other parts embraced the sexual submissive buzz. I could still feel my slutty holes being filled. I could still feel the vibration. I could still feel the different pressure in my testicles. I probably would have stayed there. Lost. Losing. Embracing my new identity as a sissy. Free from manly sexual urges and open to being fucked and sucking and looking pretty.

But, Richard needed to hear. Richard needed to gloat. Richard needed to let me know that he orchestrated my demise and was presenting me with a conscious choice.

Richard pulls the headphones to listen and then begins to speak.

"Cocksucker, have you ever wondered how it was that you came to meet Fox and eventually Jorge?"

His voice began to awake me from my slumber.

"Do you know how it was that Fox came to find you? To feel comfortable to approach you?"

I always assumed it was just Fox being Fox and being in the right place at the right time. That it was chance.

"Do you know how he knew to, um, set the hook by calling you 'cocksucker'?"

I did not, but I was all ears. My body still worked to make Richard cum, but my mind was reawakened. I wanted to know. My eyes shot to Richard's and to Fox and Jorge's on the phone, searching for a clue if this was real or some kind of deception.

"Do you want to know?" Richard asked. One hand pulling my head up and down his long thin cock, the other holding up the phone. I could feel him getting more aroused.

I nodded my head up and down. I tried hard to look vulnerable (I was) and submissive (I very much was).

"You see, I took the pics you sent of yourself. The ones caged, in panties and plugged and your gym outfit." Richard's breaths were getting short. His cock getting to his hardest. "I made a gay dating profile for you and posted the pics."

He was really hard now. I could feel his balls tight against my chin. More importantly, I could still feel mine.

"I advertised your Proficiency at sucking cock, that you were submissive and your dick was locked. I got more than a few hits." Richard continued. His hips bucking into my mouth and throat now.

Fox chimed in with his German influenced English, "You were exactly like what I, we, wanted. A new locked submissive and eager to explore. And that day, I needed a blow job and you were, um, very eager to give me one."

Richard was really fucking my face now.

My balls felt as tight as they ever have. My hole felt more stretched than ever and my mouth was being used thoroughly.

"You are so pathetic to think that these men would have just found you. I handed you over to them and am about.... unnnngggg!"

Richard finally released down my throat. Probably seconds from turning me into a eunuch, a full time sissy and losing my masculinity and my wife and my .... everything.

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