Chapter 8
After the loss of his virility, it seemed that John's attitude toward his work, and toward his company underwent a remarkable transformation. Whereas, before the 'accident', John had no interest at all in the work he was going. He now seemed to have acquired a genuine concern. He suddenly became terribly ambitious.
He would no longer be satisfied with a desk job that offered no promotion. John was determined to rise to the top of his company. Maybe even to the presidency.
What had caused this dramatic spark of ambition is not hard to pinpoint. Until his castration, all of John's creative energies were turned toward the sex urge. With that urge gone, they sought a new outlet.
John suddenly became desperately concerned with success. He was determined not to end up like the others who worked with him. After twenty-five years they give you a gold watch and a farewell party and they send you to those Florida 'old age' villages where you're supposed to die.
No, this wasn't what John had in mind as a future. He wouldn't settle for such a gloomy prospect. What he wanted was no less than complete control of the affairs of Mutual of Hartford. Until now, it had been his brother Wendell who had gotten all the promotions and advances. Until now it had been Wendell who made the policy of the company. It was due to Wendell's influence that he had gotten the job at all.
Now it would all change. John wanted power. He would attain it, the way most successful people attained it. He would fight hard and he would fight dirty. That's the only way to get anywhere in this world. Nice guys finish last, and the guy's who let others made the decisions finish last Until now John had been just like that He just floated around, being steered in whatever direction the wind blew. That would have to change. He would now set his own course, and he would steer relentlessly in direction.
John, who was deputy manager of sales and discounts was nothing more than a glorified, over paid office clerk. It was Wendell's influence which helped him to maintain his position. Many people complained that he was unqualified. They said that he seemed unconcerned about the affairs of the company. He appeared indifferent He had no ambition. 'Old Man' Simon, the president would just as soon have placed someone else in that position.
"He's the last one to come to work," he had once said to Wendell at a private conference. "He's the last one to come to the office, and he's the first one to leave. We're not playing games. This is business. If he can't handle his share there are others who would gladly take it over from him."
Wendell had promised Simon that John would be more prompt And John held on the job. But now ...
John no longer needed Wendell to bail him out. John no longer made mistakes of any magnitude. John was rapidly becoming the rage of the office. The people working under him were nicknaming him 'the tyrant'. He tolerated no errors. He tolerated none of the laziness for which his department gained notoriety.
"There'll be no goofing off anymore," he warned in a stern, unflinching tone. "The first time I see anyone giving this job anything less than everything he has, a few heads will roll. I'm running a tight ship here. This is going to be the smoothest and best run department in the whole company."
Apparently this talk obtained the desired results. Whereas previously, his department had made the greatest number of errors, and appeared to have no interest in their work, they now worked with great enthusiasm. His men were staying overtime, and they were always the first ones to report. This made a very favorable impression on the 'Old Man', who was constantly talking about the remarkable transformation which had taken place in 'that boy, John'.
"It's like a miracle," he said. "He's not the same man he was six months ago. He works like a whirlwind. He's certainly a boy with a future. There's no telling how far he'll go."
But John knew that in business it's not always the hard worker who gets ahead. He knew many men who sacrificed themselves for the company, only to be rewarded with some obscure medal. This wasn't the type of success which John sought. What he was looking for was the success which brings power. Power was an end in itself. Power had the same effect upon him that women did. Power intoxicated him with sensual pleasure. It inebriated him, and goaded him onward. Power was the thing to get.
In business, it's terribly important to influence one's superiors by social means. One has to belong to the right country clubs, and play the right sports, and mix with the right crowd.
John, therefore joined the West Simsbury Country Club (a club to which 'Old Man Simon' belonged) and he took up golf in spite of his dislike for the sport. He did all these things, namely because they were the right things to do for a man on his way up to the top.
But John was impatient Things weren't happening fast enough. He was earning promotions, but not at the speed which he desired.
It was already four years after the accident. John had become Divisional head of the computer department It was now time, he decided, to use Selina in his battle for success. There was an opening for Vice President and, though he was not next in line for the appointment, he had a curious scheme which he was certain would work. He thought back to the time of his castration. He had taken some photographs of Selina. Though he had never used them, he had them hidden away. For some reason he hadn't destroyed them.
Looking at them, now, almost four years after they had been taken, he could see that Selina had changed very little. She still looked just as beautiful, and just as desirable.
The relationship between his wife and himself had completely changed. He no longer plagued her or tormented her. A lasting, and stable, peace had settled between them. She was no longer so important to him. He no longer punished her. She had, by now, become a decorative fixture in the life of a busy and highly successful executive.
She went to the best parties with him, joined the best women's social clubs, and served as an impeccable hostess.
Selina conducted herself in the finest of taste, afraid that a single error on her part would result in difficulty for John. By now, she was devoted to the success of her husband. Though she no longer loved him, she had a grudging respect for his work achievements. He was now earning better than forty five thousand dollars a year, he was a respected member of the community, with people always hounding him to join various causes for which they were fighting. She indeed, had every reason to be proud of him.
Now, as he came home from work, on that cold February evening, he greeted her with his familiar kiss on the cheek.
"Hi, honey," she said. "How was your day at the office?"
"Pretty good," he answered. "There's an opening for vice-president. Cranston resigned to join another company. I think I might be able to swing it with a little bit of luck."
Though John was already planning to use Selina in his attempt to get the position, he was not yet ready to disclose his scheme to her.
After finished supper, and doing some work he had brought home from the office, John was ready for bed. "Coming?" he asked Selina.
She nodded, rushing into his arms. She knew what he had in mind. It was Thursday, her night for pleasure.
John knew, that unless he kept Selina satisfied at home, she would go wandering all around the place in search of boys and young men. John knew that it was in a woman's nature to seek sexual satisfaction. She cannot survive without excitement which only a man can bring.
John, decided, therefore, that he would have to keep Selina happy. Even though the sex urge no longer bothered him, he would have to devote a little of his spare time to satisfy his hot, little wife. Selina, he had learned, was a hot little bitch, and she needed sex almost every night.
John, therefore, who was still a man, with a man's hands, and a man's mouth, developed a curious way to keep his wife out of mischief. On Sunday, Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday, he had his own form of sexual relationship with her. He knew enough of the woman's body to realize that one does not necessarily need a penis to give them pleasure. There are numerous other techniques which are just as effective.
Carrying Selina up to their bedroom, he could feel the pulse in her body quicken, beating at a rapid pace. She was eager with anticipation. It was her night for pleasure. It was her night for sex.
Throwing her onto the bed, John tied her hands and feet to the bedposts. Selina moaned softy. She knew what would come next. Soon would come that long sought relief from all the tensions of the day. Such delightful pleasure. Such supreme ecstasy. Her muscles were tingling with excitement. The game would soon begin.
John, for his part was totally indifferent to his task, though he feigned enthusiasm. He knew that women like for men to be involved in what they are doing. He knew, that in order to keep Salina from hopping around from one man to the next, he would have to convince her that he was truly interested and involved in his work.
He looked at her, this beautiful girl whom he had married, with a curious glance. She was wearing an orange corduroy miniskirt under which she word purple leotards. A slinky, purple blouse clung to her sensual bosom. She was, indeed, a delectable figure. Any man would have been inflamed by unyielding passion. John, really didn't care.
"Tonight," he said, in a voice that feigned enthusiasm, "We will play mother and son."
"Yes," Selina nodded. "I like that game a lot I love that game. We should play that more often."
"We will, my dear," he replied assuringly.
The game then began. The situation was simple. John comes home to find his mother Selina all tied up to the bed.
"What happened to you?" he said, bursting into the room. "What happened to you, mother dear?"
"It was awful," answered Selina. "Five big black men, just raped me. They tied me down to the bed and they spread my legs apart, and they stuck their cocks inside of me. They had such big ones. One of them had a cock that was over twelve inches long. I never had so much pleasure in my life."
"Then why are you crying, mother?" asked John.
"I'm crying," she said, "because they went away and didn't let me suck them off. I love to suck big, black cock. There's nothing in this whole world that's better."
"What you're saying," said John "is sinful. If dad ever heard you say that, he would be very displeased. He would be very angry."
"Fuck you're father," said Selina. "Let's talk about you and me. Even after those five black studs, I still feel horny. I still want it I can never get enough. I just love to suck and fuck and get fingered and everything that gives me pleasure. I guess I'm like most normal, healthy women. We just were made for sex. We can never get enough."
"Do you like to masturbate?" asked John
"I love it," was the reply. "I'm like all women, in that respect. There isn't a woman in the world who doesn't love to masturbate. Sometimes I like masturbating better than I like fucking."
"How do you masturbate?" asked John, curiously.
"Like all women," answered sweet Selina. "Sometimes I stick my finger in my pussy and I keep massaging until I come. At other times I use carrots or hot dogs or soda pop bottles. I use anything that I can find that's big and long. When corn is in season I use that. There ain't no man who can come close to a corncob. I've never seen a single cock that can compare."
John bent down to look up Selina's skirt. Her legs were spread obscenely and he could see that she was wetting through her leotards. The spot right near her crotch was dark purple, much darker than the surrounding area.
"Stop that" said Selina. "You're acting like a naughty little boy. Of all the nerve. You should be ashamed of yourself. If ain't right to go looking up your momma's skirt."
"But I was just looking at your pussy," smiled John. "I was just inspecting your pussy. I wanted to make sure it was all in good condition."
"Then why don't you undress me," said Selina. "Then you can look at my pussy up close and see if those tasty men with their big cocks did anything to it. Their cocks were so big that I was afraid they wouldn't fit inside."
"There ain't nothing too big for you," said John
"You got the biggest hole I ever did see. I bet you could fuck an elephant, and there would still be room left over for someone else."
"That ain't true," said Selina. "I'm very narrow hipped and that's why I got a small pussy. If you don't believe me, son, then why don't you strip me and look it over. Then you can see for yourself."
John, giggling nervously, proceeded to undress Selina. With one tug at the flimsy skirt, he ripped it off. Then he carefully unrolled the girl's leotards, lifting up her buttocks and pulled them down, past her thighs and calves to her lily white ankles. He stared at the panties she was wearing. Delicious white cotton panties, embroidered with the words: EAT ME. Those words ran perpendicular to her crotch, which was soaking wet with pussy juice.
John ripped off the enticing undergarments, throwing them across the room. He then stuck his finger into Selina's vagina. He was measuring to see how big it was. He stuck in three fingers, and by the time he was ready to stick the fourth one into the sweet pubic lips, she screamed.
"It hurts," she cried. "Stop it. You can only fit three. It hurts when you put in four fingers."
"It's going to hurt you even more, in a second," laughed John. "I'm going to whip your hot little ass until its black and blue. You know I don't like it when you fuck with colored bucks. You've gotta be punished for putting out to them."
Selina was titillated with excitement. She had told John that she liked to be whipped, and now he did it often. It served as foreplay. It armed her up. It made her feel so hot and excited that she would sometimes come even while he was beating her. It was extremely pleasurable. It was almost as pleasurable as getting laid.
John took a special bull whip which he bought especially for this occasion, and he began to test it by flicking it in the air. It sounded good.
Now he unbuttoned Selina's blouse, removed her bra and turned her over on her belly, so that her buttocks were facing him, shining like candles in the night.
Then he started with the beating. Across the back. Across her ass, and thighs. He whipped her on her sides and fleshy belly. He kept hitting as she moaned pleasurably.
"Oooooohhhh ..." she gasped erotically.
The whip rained down upon her with anger, touching the secret parts of her body with ferocious intensity. It was like a man was touching her. The pain was delightful. It exhilarated her, and filled her loins with excitement. It was so, so good.
"Ooooohhh ..." she gasped once again as John walked over to the closet to hang up the whip. The beating was over. It was now time for love-making.
John slipped off the tight leather pants which he was wearing, leaving them on the floor along with his jock strop and navy blue underwear. His penis was limp, hanging over an empty scrotum.
Selina watched as he tied the dildo around his waist He now used this specially made phallic object in his lovemaking. To Selina it felt just like the real thing. It was just as soft and as warm as a real penis. It brought just as much pleasure when it was inserted. It brought so much pleasure that Selina often had trouble distinguishing between the real cock and the imitation.
"It's amazing what you can do with plastics," John had said. "It's really amazing."
Selina got down on all fours, on the carpeted floor. She looked just like a dog.
"Fuck me," she screamed. "I can't wait any longer. I want to get laid. I'm burning up on the inside. I gotta get laid, my love."
John mounted her just like a dog, inserting his plastic dildo between the folds of her wet, juicy vaginal lips. It slid in with no difficulty. Salina was well lubricated.
He kept pumping back and forth, rubbing her breasts with his fingers. He massaged and manipulated them with extreme care. He was a very good lover, in spite of his 'condition'.
The dildo was very good to Selina. Sometimes she thought it was better to her than a real cock. With a dildo there was no fear of premature ejaculation. Once in a while, John, when he was still normal, would spill his seed even before he stuck it in. He used to reach his climax just by looking at her naked body.
Now there was no such problems any more. When he was normal John had only one desire. He was only interested in his own satisfaction. He shot his load, and that was it All he wanted to do was to get his rocks off. Now, with the dildo, he kept pumping away until she was happy. He kept moving inside of her until she reached her orgasm. With the dildo there was no fear that he would grow soft too soon. The dildo was always hard and it never went down. It was always hard and erect It never ceased in its task It was always reliable.
Selina moaned as John kept pumping. She could feel herself approaching that sacred moment. She could feel a rush of warmth rise in her belly. It felt so very delightful that she was tingling. Every fibre in her body was filled with excitement. Soon, very soon, the sacred moment would come.
"I'm coming," she gasped. "Hole me, John, I'm coming."
In a moment the fire of orgasm streaked across her body like a bolt of electricity. She curled up just like an animal. John took her in his arms and lifted her into the bed. She clung to him, the dildo still inserted in her vagina.
"Tell me that you love me," she cried.
"Of course I do," he smiled.
He was glad at her satisfaction. He was glad that he could bring her happiness. Tomorrow he would need her. He would use her in his quest for power. If everything went according to plan he would be the Vice-President.
He smiled at this clever turn of phrase.
"Promise me," he said to her before going to sleep. "That you will do as I tell you."
"I promise," said Selina.
He closed his eyes and soon he was asleep, dreams of power sparkling in his eyes.