Author's notes: this story has been a long drawn-out and admittedly somewhat disjointed exercise. Thank you for sticking with me. Chapter 8 was removed by Literotica after almost a year of being published due to a violation of rules, so I had to edit it and resubmit it. This is the last chapter and I'll do my best to end it in a satisfying way while staying true to how the characters have developed.
This story contains multiple fetish themes and may not be for you. This series includes cheating wives, cuckold, Black cock superiority, small penis humiliation, female domination, incest, chastity, cock/ball torture, and humiliation. All people and events are fiction and live in a fictional world. All characters are consenting adults.
I appreciate feedback, it helps keep me invested in writing and is always welcome.
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I woke to the muffled sound of talking down the hall, the voices sounded low as if they were trying to stay quiet. Sunlight filled the room through the sheer curtains and a glance at the clock said it was 9:48 am, there was a stillness to the house that seemed comforting. Kat was lying beside me, watching me as if waiting for me to wake up.
"Are you okay?" She asked.
I took a few seconds to answer, "No, I am sore. My ass hurts, my balls hurt, my legs, back, and head all hurt." I grunted.
"I am sorry, I'll get you some of your pain pills." She whispered with authentic care and rolled out of bed. I watched as she jiggled out the door pulling her shirt up and tying it up on the side revealing her thick ass and black thong. I stared at the door waiting for her to return, listening for several minutes to indiscernible conversation only catching a few words that didn't seem of any importance.
The door was pushed open and Meagan walked in, dressed in her scrubs cleaned up and looking ready for work.
"Katie said you weren't feeling well, I thought I should take a look before heading out." She announced. "You're almost certainly dehydrated," she had the large hospital cup in one hand and my prescription bottle in the other.
"Do you need to use the bathroom?"
"Yes."
"Well, that's a good sign." She put the cup and bottle down, opened the curtains and pulled the bed covers back. "Oh!" She huffed, seeing me naked in the morning light, and made an eek face looking down at my slightly discolored balls. My small helmet poked out from my body resembling an outie belly button more than a cock.
"Let's see what we've got going on." Meagan leaned in and examined my groin, using both hands to explore the contents of my sack, she felt both testicles making sure they weren't damaged.
"It looks like things got a little rough last night, but I don't feel anything out of the ordinary, no ruptures that I can tell."
"Ruptures?!" I shuddered; it had never occurred to me that could happen.
"I've only seen it a few times, but it can happen and believe me when you've seen it you never forget what it looks like or feels like. The worst I saw was a motorcycle accident, the poor guy crushed his testicle against the gas tank, it felt like a crushed grape. Most of the time the rupture can be repaired, but his nut was just mangled." She continued as she studied my balls and moved to my dick.
"But this..." She pinched my head and pulled it out stretching it as much as she could. "Seems a little smaller." Normally this would have been the thing of erotic dreams, but she was serious. "Kat!" She called out, "can you bring me a ruler or tape measure?" Moments later Kat was in the bedroom and handed Meagan the same ruler she had used a few days ago to measure my dick.
Meagan sat on the edge of the bed and handled my dick rubbing her thumb around the head and wiggling my flesh trying to get a rise out of me, while Kat stood behind her peering over her shoulder at my naked body.
"Hmm, does it feel good at all?" Meagan asked.
"Yes, sorry, it just isn't working."
"Well, the stretched flaccid length should be really close to your erect size," She stated and pulled my dick out as far as she could and measured my stretched length. "Two and three quarters, does that seem about right for you?"
"He was 3 ½ a few days ago." Katie shared.
"You may have a little swelling that's reducing your size right now, but that should return to normal in a few days. Or maybe my technique isn't getting a good reading. Kat, can you try?" My sister-in-law crawled on to the bed and sat down beside me and proceeded to pull my limp noodle as far out as possible.
"Hmm, I am getting 2 ½?" She puzzled and let me go, watching as my penis snapped back.
"Well, like I said it'll probably go back to normal, and the milking we gave you last night may make it more difficult to get an erection until your body recuperates, until then you may just be a little limp."
"Oh! Mr. Limpy!" Kat jumped up and hurried out the room returning quickly with the Mr. Limpy 3-inch flaccid dick toy in hand. "I forgot about this, look Meagan!" Katie placed the little flaccid toy beside my package. "Look! He's so small he makes 3-inches look big!" They both giggled as Kat took turns playing with the toy and then with me. I got the feeling they were both being over animated in their reaction trying to tease an erection out of me, but unfortunately it still didn't work.
After a few moments they seemed to give up, Meagan helped me take my pills and then she got me out of bed and guided me to the bathroom, while Kat headed out of the bedroom and back down the hall.
Meagan took me by the shoulders and guided me to the toilet, where I sat down as I had with Katie, after a few seconds a low-pressure trickle of urine ran down over my balls.
"Sorry, I'm so embarrassed." Meagan reached between my legs and pushed my balls out of the way, but I just peed on her hand instead.
"It's okay, really." She let me finish and then washed her hands. Meagan grabbed a washcloth and gently cleaned my balls. Just then I heard the front door close.
"Well let's get you something to eat." She said and led me down the hall to the kitchen. Kat was already at the table drinking her coffee and picking at a bagel while scrolling her phone.
"Oh, hey!" Kat greeted, she had her glasses on with her hair in a messy cascade down her left shoulder, the t-shirt clung to her large braless breasts and her thick ass spread across the seat of the bar height chair, she looked rested, peaceful, and beautiful. Even though I had been naked in front of both of them already, in the sobriety of the moment it just felt awkward. I sat down with a wince and Meagan placed a bag of frozen black-eyed-peas on my balls and fixed breakfast as Kat shared with me that Mike had left to pick my wife up from the port. I knew it would take 4-5 hours to make the round trip depending on traffic.
"So, did you talk with Shelby this morning? Will you be going home tonight?" I asked.
"No, we texted a bit just to work out a few things, and by the time Mike makes the round trip, we'll probably just stay here tonight and go back in the morning. Why? Do you want me to go?"
"No... I don't want you to go, just wondering... well, wondering what's going to happen next?" I shared.
Meagan excused herself to go to work and announced she would be home around 10 pm if we needed her.
"I think we may be making some margaritas and hitting the hot tub tonight if you want to stop by afterwards?" Katie invited and gave her a naughty wink.
"Oh, be sure to alternate the cold pack, you really don't want to leave it on for more than 20 minutes, then let it rest for an hour before icing again." Meagan prescribed and headed out.
"What do you want to happen next? What is it that you really want?" Kat asked and leaned in waiting for me to answer.
"What?"
"You were saying that you were wondering what's going to happen next, I am asking you. What do you want to happen? I meant it when I said you are in control, at any point you can tell me to stop, to fuck-off and I would, I just don't think that's what you want, is it?"
"I don't even know anymore. I don't know what I want."
