Dinner
STRAIGHT, NULLIFICATION
dinner's ready
The Dinner.
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My wife, Karen and I, were invited to dinner by a work colleague of hers,
 Marie. Marie told us that her husband, George would join us later.
Before dinner, we chatted idly. We sat down to dinner. Marie brought out
a covered dish. "Our hors d'oeuvres" she said. "Mountain oysters".
She lifted the lid and shared them out equally. 

The women tucked in. I looked at them tentatively. "They're a delicacy in
quite a few countries" Marie said. "They're only sheep balls". They watched
me as I slowly placed one on my fork and lifted it to my mouth. I chewed it.
It tasted ok. "That didn't hurt, did it darling?" Karen asked rhetorically.

Eating sheep's testicles was obviously getting Karen excited. She started to
rub her hands between my thighs. My cock was pushing against my jeans. She
undid my fly. I ate coolly as if nothing was happening, trying to draw no
attention to Karen's actions as she carefully extracted my erect cock and
balls from my jeans. I finished my last sheep's ball with Karen stroking
 my erection and Marie unaware of anything un-toward.

"Now for the main course". Marie got up and a few minutes later returned
 with a tray containing three covered plates. One larger than the other
two. She placed the large one in front of me and the women had the small
ones.

Marie lifted the lid of mine. My mouth dropped. A bull's penis and testicles.
It was massive. Marie explained "It has aphrodisiac and fertility properties.
And it's very tasty." Karen butted in "Try it!". I cut off a slice from the
top of the penis. Put it in my mouth and chewed. It did taste quite good.
 Karen again playing with my cock - keeping it stiff.

Then came a shock. Karen and Marie lifted the lids on their meals. It was
male genitalia. It's shape was too recogniseable to me. It couldn't be from
any other creature. "They're human genitals aren't they?". Marie retorted
"Well, 55% of humans dont have these. 50% are women and about 5% have lost
theirs." My cock went limp in Karen's hand.

The women tucked in. "It tastes great!" Karen said. I said nothing, just 
ate my enormous bull's genitalia in silence.

Dinner was finished. Marie came around my side of the table and touched the
back of my chair to help me up. My genitals were still exposed. I decided
to pretend they weren't. I stood up, and tried to walk over to the couch but
Marie's hand clutching my balls stopped me. She squeezed and told me to put
 my hands behind my back. I did as she said. Karen smiled at me, approached
me with a pair of hand-cuffs swinging. She hand-cuffed me. She then placed
a dog collar on my neck and tied my hand-cuffs to the collar.

Karen, joined Marie in front of me. "Dessert?" said Karen. "It's up to you.
They are yours. I've never been known to refuse testicles soaked in brandy."

Marie went to the closet, and opened it. A man crawled out. No leashes, just
a dog collar around his neck. Karen read the name tag. "Oh you must be
 George". He rolled over on to his back. Legs apart. "Go on, Karen" said
Marie. Karen raised her foot and kicked him in the balls. "He bit into the
carpet so as to make no noise".

"Well" Marie asked. "Do you want to be like George, an obedient little dog,
 or dessert? Soaked in brandy? Delicious. I know which I'ld prefer."
"On your back". I hessitated. She took a pair of food scissors from the
 table.
I rolled onto my back. "Spread your legs". I hesitated. She grabbed my balls.
I spread my legs fast. She held the scissors in place open around my balls.
"Karen, did he spread his legs in time. Or is it time for dessert." He just
managed it, Marie. "Damn". She let go of my balls. The flopped between my
 legs, she raised her leg and swung. I doubled up in pain. As I was rolling
on the floor in agony, she rolled me into a big bag.

I was carried into a car boot and taken home. In my house, they rolled me 
out of the bag. Marie held the scissors still. "Spread your legs". I did
as she said immediately. This time, Karen, my own wife, raised her leg,
and swung her foot into my balls. I rolled in agony again. They then rolled
me into the closet.

Eventually the pain subsided and I fell asleep. I was awoken with the door
opening. Their game is over I thought. Karen was on her own. I crawled out
the closet. "On your back" she said. "What?". She pulled a pair of kitchen
scissors from behind her back. "No, you wouldn't". She placed her scissors
around my balls. "That was a great meal yesterday wasn't it". 

"OK", I rolled onto my back and spread my legs. "Good boy. I didn't need to
ask". With that she slammed her foot into my balls and left for work.

After a few weeks of Karen, attending a training course. She came home and
released my chains. My chance. I grabbed her wrists to over-power her. She
slammed her knee into my balls. Kicked me in the left side of the head. 
Then the right. My nose was bleeding. She punched me in the stomach winding
 me. She dropped to her knees. Grabbed my balls with one hand. I was slumped
over her back. I couldn't fall or escape. She then punched my balls,
continually. I lost track of how long or how many. When she stopped. I
lay on the floor for hours unable to move.

I was now free of my chains but the only change was that Karen had become
even more dominant.