Overpowered Men

Chapter Five: Guessing Names

Chapter Five: Guessing Names

I spent the night sleeping fitfully and trying to think of clever names. The more I thought the worse my situation seemed. Possible names multiplied in my head like amoeba in a nutrient rich culture. Each time I thought of one, ten more jumped out at me. I had no way to write the really great ones down and my memory wasn’t cooperating. I was lost and so was one ball if I went through with this stupid idea. I decided to try to get the message across to my wife that I had changed my mind. After all, my future here was not going to be pleasant but the loss of one-half of my manhood was a further horror that I was unwilling to accept.

The lovers showed up at noon. That they were now lovers would have been obvious to even the most out-of-touch, self absorbed, blissfully ignorant, isolated person on any planet. The public display of affection was embarrassing even to the other women. They were lost in each other and didn’t even notice.

When my wife finally took leave of her paramour and entered my stall I tried to get her attention by frantically pawing the ground with one leg. She finally came out of her cloud and noticed. Her amusement was like a shining beacon.

“What, Jack?” she said with a lilting chuckle in her voice.

I moved my head from side to side, but by her smile I could see she was miles ahead of me as usual.

“Changed your mind, did you?” she laughed. “Don’t want to lose one of those jewels you hold so dear?”

I slowly nodded up and down.

“I’m sorry, Jack, but I’m sure we made it clear that you only get one chance to say yes or no and we can’t allow you to change willy nilly. Besides, Jack, we make the rules around here and we can do whatever we want and we want a chance at one of those little gems, so you had better put that little brain of yours to work. One week, Jack, and then we will be looking for your first guess.”

I honestly didn’t know if she was still using the royal ‘We’ or if she was now referring to her new situation but I did know that I was probably going to be a contributor to a new boleadora. She was clearly ten steps ahead of me in the thinking department.

The girls had a picnic at the pond again where Julia’s pony and I were treated to an hour long live porn show on the blanket in front of us. It had now been four days since my last orgasm and my balls hurt all the time. I tried to think of names but all my mind wanted to imagine was putting my d**k into the vision in front of me.

During one of the girls’ breaks from the constant fondling, licking, and sucking on each other, Harriet trotted up with her pony Harold. He looked as miserable as I felt. By the whip marks on his rear end it looked as if Harriet was enjoying having her husband under her thumb. Her face was radiant as she climbed out of her cart and tethered Harold next to me.

“Come join us, Harriet,” my wife said motioning to the blanket.

“Thank you. My god this spot is gorgeous!” she exclaimed looking around.

“Very private too,” my wife remarked.

“Oh…uh, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to disturb you,” she stammered.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” my wife laughed, “besides we were taking a break anyway.”

“Uh…um…ah,” she stuttered.

“Relax, Harriet,” my wife demanded, “have some wine.”

“Thank you.”

They sat and drank and talked. Half-way through the second bottle Carol and Julia drifted off to swim again and Harriet walked over to where Harold was tethered. She rubbed against him and fondled his p***s. It tried to get hard which caused him to wiggle in pain.

“Hurts, doesn’t it, Harold?” she whispered. “I just love seeing you like this. It makes up for all the frustration you caused me, all of those wham-bam moments. It’s going to get worse, I promise you.”

When the love birds returned hand in hand from the pool my wife remarked to Harriet, “I see you like teasing him.”

“Yes,” she replied, “I love keeping him sexually frustrated. It makes me feel… powerful.”

My wife looked at Harriet and, with a directness that she never displayed in her former life, asked, “But what about your frustration?”

Harriet turned beet red and couldn’t speak. The girls chuckled and waited for her to regain her composure.

“Oh, I…uh…I…uh…you know,” she choked out.

“Well, maybe you’ll meet someone,” Julia said wrapping her arm around my wife.

“I…uh…well, I’m not being judgmental but I…I’m not into women,” Harriet said.

“I didn’t think I was either,” laughed my wife, “and look at me now.”

“I don’t think so and anyway I’ve heard there is a solution,” Harriet said.

Both my wife’s and Julia’s ears perked up with that statement and Julia asked, “A solution?”

“Yes, do you remember the woman who greeted us when we got here?”

“You mean Glenda?” my wife asked.

“Yes,” Harriet said. “She was telling me at lunch that one of the other women has designed a special bit that is better than the ones we presently use. It keeps them gagged and they can still eat but it also frees their mouth and tongue enough for s****l service.”

Jumping up and walking over to me with a radiant smile on her face my wife said, “Did you hear that, Jack? Your frustration level is going to go up some more.”

She stood close to me, fondling my caged p***s. With my downward gaze I could see her firm breasts only inches away and below that her pubic hair covering what had become the center of my universe. I wasn’t looking forward to the torment but I desperately wanted to bury my face between her legs and use my mouth on her p***y.

Julia walked over with a pouty look on her face and whined, “But, Carol, what about us?”

“What about us?” my wife replied.

“I mean what do you need him for? It’d be like cheating, wouldn’t it?”

“Julia, are you jealous?” my wife laughed. “Tell me you’re not jealous. It will be like using a dildo.”

“No…no…I’m not jealous…it’s just…” Julia stammered.

“Oh, Julia, that’s so sweet but you’re being silly. It’ll be like when we masturbate together except we’ll use these guys,” she gushed. “Think about it, we’ll be getting off at the same time we are driving them wild with lust! I can hardly wait!”

I could see the thought of using me like that was driving her crazy. She wrapped her legs around my right leg, gave me the command ‘Still’ and rubbed herself to an orgasm in less than a minute. Julia turned away, I think because she was pissed, but Harriet was enthralled. She waited for my wife’s eyes to return from never-never land.

“Wow,” she blurted, “that was so cool. I’m going make Harold start doing that. At least until the new bits arrive.”

Later, back at the stable after she had chained me up for the night and topped off my trail mix, she reminded me of our bet.

“Only six more days until your first guess, Jack,” she said, “and I’d like to make you an offer. If you’d like to double the bet right now I’d be willing to give you a hint a day for the next six days. Of course that means if you lose you will lose your whole package but I really don’t think you have any chance without me…um…pointing you in the right direction. How about it?”

I really wanted out of here but to bet both of my balls? I stood mute looking at her.

“I need a yes or a no, Jack.”

An old expression that my grandmother used to say came back to me. In for a penny, in for a pound. I was conflicted but my brain said, “What good is keeping one ball if it means living like this?”

I slowly nodded yes.