The Choice
By uppishcarrot.
Brianna impatiently folded her arms and began tapping her foot, perhaps in an attempt to hurry things along. My eyes meekly wandered over her body. She was a sight to behold, and I was more than grateful for her attention, for even being allowed to be in her presence. With her slender figure, shoulder-length blonde hair, and patrician features, she not only exuded confidence but was also overwhelmingly graceful and glamorous. She made most men weak at the knees; I was no exception.
I was proud to call her my wife. Although we’d only ‘tried’ penetrative sex a handful of times throughout our relationship, it was enough for me to consider myself the luckiest man on earth. Brianna was a red-hot-blooded woman and loved sex; unfortunately, she didn’t quite like it with me. To make a very long story short, since the very early days of our relationship, our relationship had been open… but open only on her side. I was prohibited from engaging in anything even remotely sexual. She’d declared that I was not only inadequate but undeserving. In other words, she deemed it unnecessary for me to take part in what she called ‘adult activities’.
The first time she saw my erect little penis, she grimaced before shooting me a look of disdain as if to say, ‘How dare you show me something like this!’ I knew then and there just how disappointed she was. Although I was initially allowed to explore her body, she eventually decided that it would be completely off-limits to her.
Of course, I do love her. More than anything in this world. She is my everything. My goddess. I’m perplexed as to why she chose me to begin with, despite the fact that we don’t actually have any type of intimate relations. Of course, it ate away at me, but she reminded me just how lucky I was to have her in my world, to show her off to friends and family. “Mom, Dad, this is Brianna!” I recall declaring proudly when I first introduced her to my parents. They both looked her over, wondering just how I was able to pull a goddess like her. Little did they know our relationship was far from normal.
Brianna had a strong sexual appetite. She loved to get down, dirty, and nasty… Just not with me. That was a privilege I was denied. The closest we ever got to actual sex was on our wedding night. She’d been denying me our entire relationship. She declared that our wedding night would be the night we’d finally consummate our relationship and finally become one. Unfortunately, nerves took over, and I was unable to perform. It hung there, limp and lifeless like an overcooked strand of spaghetti, pretty much resembling a little sleeping pink worm. She stared at me, her expression one of irritation, annoyance, and disgust. “What the hell is wrong with you?” she said, with her eyes burning through my soul as she stared hard at my shriveling little pink gerkin, “pathetic,” she added with a scowl. My heart further sank as she threw into a tirade about how I’d blown my only shot.
No, we didn’t consummate our relationship that evening. The following morning, I’d woken only to realize I’d had a wet dream in the middle of the night. That was when she declared that henceforth, we’d be sleeping in separate beds, “I don’t want even the slightest chance that your loser goo gets anywhere near me,” she was deadly serious too.
As for me, of course, I was shattered, and it left me a beaten, broken shell. All I wanted was to make love to her, but she made it very clear that it was not in the cards. I’d blown it, and I’d never get the opportunity ever again.
She did, however, allow me to give her foot rubs, massages, and on occasion, she’d allow me to tongue her privates. Initially, this was because of one particular occasion when she’d wandered into the bathroom only to realize she was out of toilet paper. She, of course, summoned me to ‘lick her clean,’ and once I was done, she called me ‘disgusting’ and told me to wash my mouth out with soap. The whole thing was odd, and despite her overwhelming disdain and disgust towards me, it soon became a regular occurrence. For the entire first few years of our marriage, my nickname was simply ‘T.P.’ Friends and family had no idea why she called me that, and I shuddered in embarrassment every time it came up. Despite all of this, I loved putting my face between her legs and taking her in, to be that close to her womanhood. It was so naughty and taboo, I actually got really quite excited almost every time I licked her clean, more so whenever I licked her back door.
As for ‘sex’… I was denied from day 1.
Over the course of five years, I counted a total of eight lovers. There were some one-night stands and a few long-term boyfriends. She always seemed to be drawn to alpha men. Muscular jocks and physically dominant men. In other words, the polar opposite of me.
Declan was a constant, and he soon became a ‘live-in boyfriend’. I had to endure the pain and torture of listening to them fuck, rather loudly, almost every night. Of course, my angst, anxiety, and embarrassment were heightened when they just casually hung out, holding hands, kissing, whispering, and giggling like lovers do. It really ate away at me. When the relationship eventually ended, she was inconsolable and broke down, becoming particularly cold and distant. She took all of her frustrations out on me, often blowing up and becoming a terrifying inferno of rage.
This was short-lived lived however. Eventually, Andre came into her life, and once again, that need — that desire—was satisfied. My understanding was that Andre was not only a gifted lover, but also a gifted lover. Still, it just so happened to be extremely well-endowed, judging by all the fucking noise they made every single night.
Despite my pleas, I wasn’t allowed to watch. In fact, they made it very clear they preferred I wasn’t anywhere near them when they were in the throes of passion. In time, I was forced to move downstairs, and the basement soon became my quarters. What they didn’t know, however, was that I could still hear them, fucking like rabbits. I enjoyed listening and rubbing myself raw.
Shortly after Andre had moved in, I was told that henceforth, I would be wearing a chastity cage. She simply got sick and tired of watching me walk around the house with ‘a stiff sissy stick all the time.’ What made matters worse was that on more than one occasion, she’d caught me masturbating, which seemed to not only throw her into a foul mood, it also seemed to irritate her. She declared how, as worthless as I was, she couldn’t understand why I even bothered to touch myself. When she threatened divorce, I caved and agreed to wear the cage, essentially meaning that I could no longer pleasure myself without her permission.
Her controlling my erections meant she could control my orgasms, and this soon began to drive me insane.
She rarely lets me out.
I begged her constantly about it. “Please! I’m desperate! Please! It’s been almost a whole month!! I’m going insane, please!!” I would say, which of course just seemed to throw her into a rage.
When her relationship with Andre came to an end, I, of course, assumed things would go back to normal. I expected to get my old bedroom back. I also expected to be rid of the damn cage. I couldn’t have been more wrong. She instead placed further restrictions on me, which, of course, drove me absolutely insane. With an inability to get a regular release meant that I was permanently pent up and overwhelmingly horny to the point where I actually became a pest.
In my heightened state of arousal, all common sense went out the window, and I actually went out of my way to see just how far I could push the proverbial envelope.
Imagine my surprise one morning when she woke me up and told me that she had a ‘treat’ for me. Moments later, she unlocked my device, setting me free. In an instant, Peter was throbbing before her, ripe and ready, bobbing with eager anticipation. She stared down at my rigidity with a leer as her eyes met mine. “Ugh!” she scowled, “You’re disgusting! Get dressed!” she ordered as she aptly left the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
As I got dressed, my mind wandered just what on earth she had in store for me. Of course, I was excited. My erection just didn’t seem to want to quit. It stayed with me as I emerged from my bedroom and waddled off into her car. As she drove, she occasionally glanced down at the hard lump between my legs with genuine disapproval. She was the whole reason I was in this state; she excited me so damned much. Given the fact that I was never really allowed to have any sort of release, I was perpetually horny. It was entirely her fault anyway.
My anxiety was heightened when we pulled into the parking lot of what appeared to be a medical clinic. I glanced over at her, curiously, as she grinned at me. I knew then and there that I had every right to be uneasy and even a little afraid: “What’s going on?” I asked her, my voice trembling.
She didn’t answer. She simply parked the car and expected me to follow her.
Moments later, I sat anxiously in a waiting room, fidgeting, dripping with sweat. My face was plastered with fear and unease, with no idea of what was to come. My eyes scanned the empty waiting room in utter desperation, hoping for some type of explanation. I still had no idea just what the fuck was going on. I locked eyes with the pretty receptionist; she gave a warm, yet sympathetic grin, with an arch of her eyebrows… She knew why I was there and felt sorry for me.
Beside me, Brianna sat. She was busy scrolling through her phone. Indifferent to my anxiety. She was in her own world. I slowly glanced over at her with my wide puppy dog eyes, hoping for some type of explanation, some type of hint as to what we were doing here. The fear of the unknown threw me into a full-blown panic. I actually began hyperventilating. She didn’t seem to notice.
I was taken out of my daze when the pretty receptionist announced, “Mrs. Waters? Doctor Greenbaum will see you now.”
I anxiously cleared my throat, still not quite knowing just what to expect. Before I could compose myself, Brianna aptly rose out of her seat. “Thank you, dear,” she said, before leading the way and charging on towards Doctor Greenbaum’s office. I dutifully followed, swallowing an uncomfortable lump in the back of my throat.
Moments later, my wife and I were seated before a large mahogany desk. Doctor Greenbaum just so happened to be a woman. “Call me Caroline,” she insisted as she shook my clammy, wet hand. Caroline was an average-looking lady with shoulder-length brown hair and donned a pair of wide-brimmed spectacles. If she wore makeup, she’d be a knockout. Of course, she and my wife got along like a house on fire. I just sat there, with my mouth shut as they discussed my fate.
“So, just to run through a few quick questions…” Caroline looked at me with a grin, “Do you have children?”
Before I could answer, my wife chimed in, “No, we do not.”
Caroline proceeded to type away her answers, “Okay, and no plans to have children?”
Again, my wife answered for me, “Not at this stage,” she leered over at me, “I don’t think he has the proper equipment to do the job anyway.”
I smiled nervously as my cheeks went beet red.
“Okay…” Caroline continued typing away, “And… how often do you have sex?”
“Urm-” I began, but before I could continue, my wife answered for me, “We don’t,” she declared.
I hung my head in shame, as my cheeks burned in embarrassment. Caroline gazed back at me quizzically, “Oh, really? He has no interest in sex?”
“On the contrary! He pesters me constantly about it. I have no interest in sex, with him specifically.” My wife paused, “That’s why we’re here…” she said aloud, almost too casually, as if this were a normal thing to say.
Caroline darted her eyes back to me, “And, masturbation?”
“I keep him in chastity. He doesn’t touch himself anymore. It was a disgusting habit,” my wife added.
Caroline took a pause and sighed sharply. “I see,” she said to herself.
I hung my head in shame and began to fidget, just wanting this all to end.
“Okay… well, if things change and if you ever decide to have children,” she paused, eyeing me with a grin, “together… know that, you can. This is completely reversible,” Caroline pulled out a diagram of a male reproductive organ and held it up for my wife to see. “Essentially, it causes the pituitary gland to retract… here,” she pointed to the diagram before gazing back at my wife, “it normally takes a few weeks to come into effect.”
I anxiously leaned in and examined the diagram, “urr… What is… what does that mean?” I asked the good doctor, nervously.
Caroline looked over at me and smiled, “Your penis won’t work like it used to.”
Nearby, you could hear a pin drop as I tried to process this, “What?” I gasped in shock with my mouth agape.
Brianna shot me a look before saying, “You’ll be impotent!” She held out her pinky, waving it in my face to drive the point home. “This way, you can be free… You won’t need to wear the cage anymore,” she added, almost casually, “no more boners, no more pestering me… no more of anything.”
Sensing my apprehension, she leaned in to me, gently rubbing my knee. This show of affection felt forced and insincere. She then said, “It is your choice…” This completely took me by surprise, although I knew it was all for the sole purpose of theatrics. It seemed like it was my choice, but I knew deep down it wasn’t. This was non-negotiable. It was happening, and I would be powerless to stop it. “It’s either this, or the cage…”
Before I could respond, we were interrupted by a pretty nurse entering the room. Nurse Dunn was a buxom beauty, tall, bronzed, and heavily tattooed. She was dressed in blue scrubs and continued past us, where she proceeded to set up the examination table. I gazed over in her direction as my wife and Caroline continued to talk about me as if I wasn’t there. The whole thing was a haze as I lost myself for a brief moment.
I was suddenly snapped back to reality when Caroline announced, “Let’s get started!” She darted her eyes back to me and said, “I’ll just get you to stand and remove your pants and underpants, please!”
In desperation, I glanced over at my wife.
“Go on!” she scowled.
I was too weak to fight her. I found myself complying, slowly rising out of the seat. Slowly unbuckled my belt. Slowly buttoning my jeans. Slowly lowering them down to my ankles. Slowly placed my thumbs into the waistband of my underpants. Slowly, lowering them to the ground. I looked back up at the three women before me.
My wife shook her head at me in disappointment, “Oh my god,” she said aloud.
Nurse Dunn stifled a chuckle.
Caroline smirked at me, finding my predicament mildly amusing.
I looked down, confirming that I was indeed still aroused. I was standing proudly, bobbing with each heartbeat. In utter embarrassment, I squeezed my legs together and cupped my crotch. “I’m sorry…” I stammered, ashamed, “I uhh… I’m so embarrassed,” I admitted.
“Don’t worry, sweetie,” Caroline began, “After today, you won’t ever have to worry about such embarrassments,” she said in an almost condescending tone.
Now it was my wife’s turn to stifle a chuckle, “That’s exactly why we’re here!” she added.
Slowly, Caroline approached me, grabbing a hold of my right hand. Nurse Dunn reached forth and grabbed my left hand. Now I was exposed. Together, they both proceeded to usher me towards the examination table, where they gently forced me to lie down on my back.
My grimacing in discomfort caused them both to share a knowing look and snicker amongst themselves.
I looked back down between my legs at my throbbing little member. It bobbed left and right as Caroline and Nurse Dunn both towered above me, both staring down at my manhood, both with sinister grins. I stared up at the good doctor, morbidly terrified. What happened next made me shudder in humiliation and completely highlighted just how inadequate I was. Of course, I was insecure about my size; now it was front and center, the whole focal point of this visit. Nurse Dunn clasped my member at its base using her thumb and index finger. She gave my stiff little dick a slight ‘pinch’, causing me to yelp in discomfort. I looked down only to see Caroline extracting a measuring tape, taking note of my size before jotting something down on a notepad. She and Nurse Dunn shared a smirk before glancing over at Brianna, “four and a half…” She said softly, with a bemused grin, almost as if I wasn’t even there.
“I thought there’d be more to be honest…” Brianna responded with genuine surprise.
I forced myself up, leaning on my perched elbows, “Urmm, can I please get dressed?” I asked, softly, meekly, beyond embarrassed and humiliated at this point.
Caroline simply smiled at me and said, “I know… this is a little embarrassing, but we’re not quite done yet, sweetie,” with a tone of condescension.
“Urr… We’re not?” I asked in response, a frazzled mess.
“Manipulate yourself,” the good doctor said with an impish smirk. The color must’ve left my face as I simply stared back at her in total shock, “urm… I’m sorry?” I asked, morbidly terrified, “to completion,” she added with a grin, “I know you want to… Brianna tells me it’s been a while since you’ve… had a release…” she leaned in with a small glass beaker, “I need a sample sweetie,” she smiled at me, making me feel every little bit weak and pathetic. I shuddered as my eyes wandered over the room. Nurse Dunn stood idly by with a wide-eyed, amused grin. My wife stood beside her, scowling down at my erect little member. Slowly, her eyes met mine, “This is your treat!” she declared, “Make it count. You won’t be able to after today,” she added, coldly.
Yes, I was terrified. Despite my apprehension and my nerves, I was still overwhelmingly aroused. It had been months since I’d touched myself, and now, I’d been given free rein. In that moment, I decided to take advantage of the opportunity before me. Of course, the embarrassment I was feeling was heightened, given the fact that I’d be fondling myself before an audience. I decided it didn’t really matter. I was so fucking horny and pent up, I knew it wouldn’t take too long.
Acting quickly, I clasped my member with my right hand and then, slowly at first… I began to masturbate before them. My wife, of course, looked disgusted. Caroline looked down with a brazen smirk, holding the beaker in position. Nurse Dunn looked on, amused, grinning from ear to ear, finding my predicament oddly satisfying.
It didn’t take me too long to get there.
Seconds later, I had climaxed. Caroline leaned in, holding the beaker in position as I erupted in thick, powerful spurts, “Mpfh!! Argggg!! Oh gaa!!! Erugh!!!” I grunted and grunted as I came and came, spurt after spurt, like no tomorrow. There was so much cum, it was like a fucking geyser.
When I was done, Nurse Dunn let out a round of applause as Caroline erupted in laughter, before shaking the beaker up in the air.
My wife shook her head at me, “Ugh!” she said under her breath.
“What an impressive load!” Caroline declared before gazing back at the beaker in her hands, “Not bad!” she said, genuinely impressed, holding it up for all to see. “Two ounces!” she declared, before swirling the beaker in the air some more.
I looked on, gobsmacked and perplexed as this measurement was written down on a pad. My orgasm had been so intense that I was still struggling to catch my breath. Caroline obviously noticed me still panting and heaving on the bench, “I’m so happy for you, I’m sure that felt really nice!” she said with a hint of condescension. Still gasping for air, I tried to respond, but all I could muster was a whimper and a groan. I looked on in horror as Caroline then tipped the entire contents of the beaker down the drain, almost as though she were discarding trash. Her eyes met mine as she shot me yet another condescending smirk, “Give me a few minutes… Then we’ll run through the changes your body will experience over the next few months…”
“Oh god…” I mumbled softly to myself.
Moments later, I sat beside my wife, still naked from the waist down as Caroline explained the medication I’d been prescribed, “Take two tablets in the morning with food and then two in the evening, I’d do this before bed…” she glanced over at my wife, “he won’t loose the desire I’m afraid, but he will loose the ability,” she said before smiling back at me, almost sympathetically.
“How long does it take to go into effect?” Brianna asked.
“Roughly two weeks…” Caroline glanced over at me again, “If things change for you at home, you can come off the medication and you’ll be back to your old self, “she glanced over at my wife, “for whatever reason, should you ever decide to…”
Brianna smiled, almost sadistically, as Caroline continued, “Now… He’s not actually that well-endowed anyway, but I should warn you both, with a lack of blood flow, in time, atrophy may set in, which means…” Her eyes cast downward to my shriveling member, “It most likely gets even smaller…”
All three eyes glanced over at my crotch as I anxiously crossed my legs in a desperate attempt to hide.
“No loss… There isn’t that much there to begin with anyway,” Brianna added coldly as Nurse Dunn and Caroline both erupted in laughter.
Two weeks later, I was completely impotent. I recall one particular morning, trying desperately to achieve an erection, rubbing myself raw, only to realize that the whole exercise was utterly moot. With an overwhelming sense of loss, I wept as I mourned the loss of my sex life. It is indeed sad; it just dangles there, limp, flaccid, useless. In fact, it is nothing more than a sad, lifeless appendage, almost akin to a skinless, dead baby bird. Its only purpose: for the removal of bodily waste. Brianna certainly reminds me of this on a daily basis before I shower, “make sure you keep your piss tube clean, T.P.,” she’d say often with a sly smirk.
To say I was embarrassed about the whole situation would be an extreme understatement.
I remember one occasion when she invited friends over for a get-together, and I was made to wait on them and serve them.
There was Jessica, a raven-haired beauty whom I’d fantasized about many times in the past. There was Wendy, a red-headed porcelain-skinned goddess who had an almost angelic-like appearance. There was Helena, a blonde beauty who always made me weak at the knees. And lastly, there was Yvette, a brunette dragon who always made me wildly nervous. All four women had been part of my masturbatory fantasies at one point or another in the past. I held myself in high regard and considered myself to be ‘all man,’ and I certainly didn’t want my impotence to be known to them; the shame and embarrassment would’ve killed me. Of course, I should’ve known Brianna was more than candid with them; they shared everything.
It took me completely by surprise.
“So, how’s the pee pee?” Helena asked, mockingly, simply out of the blue.
Needless to say, it sent me into a panic as I stood there, mortified, embarrassed, and humiliated. “er…” Laughter ensued as I turned three shades of red. “It’s umm…” I locked eyes with my wife, who really seemed to be getting off on my embarrassment and shame, “it’s umm… It’s okay…” I added as more laughter continued.
“Aww… Look at the poor little thing! He’s shy…” Yvette pointed out, chuckling.
“I had him fixed,” my wife chimed in, “neutered, like a naughty little doggy,” she teased.
My cheeks burning in embarrassment, I struggled to get the words out, “Er, no, I wasn’t! I was urr…”
It didn’t matter. No one really cared what I had to say.
Laughter was so loud that I’m sure those over in the next street would’ve heard us. I stood there, mortified, red-faced, as this continued for several minutes, and… just like that, with the wave of a hand, I was dismissed.
I retreated into the kitchen, grateful to hide as they continued to laugh and make fun of me and my situation. They all found my emasculation utterly hysterical. It was so humiliating. It was hard not to hear what was said; our walls are like tissue paper.
“So what’s left between his legs?” I heard Wendy ask.
“Nothing!” my wife said, “just a little pink pickle,” more drunken laughter, “although, there wasn’t really that much there to begin with…”
More laughter followed as I stewed internally.
This type of humiliation was constant and seemed to happen just to remind me of my place.
Brianna, of course, continued to explore her sexuality. Relationships came and went. She would rub it in my face, sometimes trying to tease me, and of course, howling with laughter when nothing stirred. She found my temporary emasculation utterly hysterical and continued to point it out to pretty much everyone that bothered to listen to her ramblings.
In time, I learned to accept it. As the sensation between my legs completely disappeared, I found myself moving on and accepting that I was no longer a functioning male.
A few years later, Brianna had finally decided that she was ready to start a family. To my utter shock and surprise, she wanted ‘me’ to father her children. I simply couldn’t believe my ears. Although she made it clear that we wouldn’t be having ‘sex’ to conceive, but rather it would involve a trip to a clinic, and for me to release into another beaker.
I jumped at the chance to have another orgasm after so long.
And thus, she took me off my medication.
I expected sensation to return rather quickly. I expected erections to come back within a few weeks. Sadly, they didn’t. In fact, everything below the equator seemed to be very much dead.
From there, we found ourselves back in that same clinic once more, face to face with Dr Caroline Greenbaum and her assistant, Nurse Dunn. This time, the embarrassment I was feeling was different. Heightened, but different.
This time, more so than before, I was overwhelmingly hesitant and reluctant to expose myself to them. Alas, I had no choice at all in the matter.
As I peeled my pants and underpants off, I stood before the three of them once more, naked from the waist down. Last time I did this, I was met with mocking laughter and wide-eyed grins. This time, the sets of eyes stared sadly down between my legs. Brianna looked down in shock, awe, and obvious remorse. Caroline gazed up at me and gave me a sad, sympathetic smile. Nurse Dunn patted me on the shoulder, almost as if to say ‘there, there’.
Moments later, I was on the damned bench once more as Caroline took measurements of my flaccid little penis, “0.5…” she said softly as her voice trailed off.
“Aww.. that’s so sad,” Nurse Dunn said aloud with genuine sincerity.
“Any way at all to resurrect it?” Brianna asked with genuine concern.
“Well…” she began as she started to pack away the glass beaker. It was clear she wouldn’t need it this time around, “In the last two years, atrophy has set in. He’s not only lost girth, length… He’s also lost sensation,” she paused before locking eyes with me, “I’m so sorry… But I don’t think you’ll ever be able to father children with this… appendage.” she pinched my penis to make her point, gently wagging it about.
Before I could muster any type of response, she aptly changed the subject, “I’d consider other options,” her eyes darted back to my wife, “I happen to know someone newly single! He’s such an amazing male specimen. Who knows? Maybe the two of you will hit it off too! Shall I set it up?” she asked my wife, almost as though I wasn’t even laying there, naked from the waist down with my pale half inch little dick between her thumb and index finger.
My mind wandered back, and in that moment, I realized I perhaps made the wrong choice all those years ago. I should’ve just chosen to remain in chastity.
Oh well…
The End.
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