Author's Note: This story contains fiction of an adult nature. It may contain themes involving Incest, under age sex, rape, bestiality, drugs or alcohol abuse. If these subjects make you uncomfortable please exit now. The story is meant for the entertainment of adults as defined by your local government or community. If you are below this age please exit now. The author does not condone or encourage anyone to act in real life the way the characters depicted in this story act. This is just fantasy.

Before you email me and tell me this story reminds you a little of Rod_Walker's very memorable story "The Halloween Prank" in Literotica, I will let you know I have written this with his story in mind. Rod, if you are reading this I loved your story and I have read it numerous times but I thought someone with a different frame of mind would have reacted differently and then I let my demons run wild. I thoroughly enjoy reading Rod's works and look forward to his new stories. If you haven't read any of his stories yet, I highly recommend them all to you; they are all great. Maybe it was my twisted sense of humour or a feeling of pain deep down in my groin that the instigators of his Halloween Prank got off too lightly for what they did, that has prompted me to write this. I hope you all enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it. If you think my main character may have overreacted I will blame my demons that I let loose. If you haven't read "The Halloween Prank" by Rod_Walker already, please read it and I promise you will enjoy it.

The April Fool

By Sid

My wife Vicky and I have known each other all of our lives. We were born within weeks of each other and played together as babies then grew up as neighbours in the same small town. Polaroid photos I have found have shown that as babies we even suckled from the same breasts for what reason I am not sure but I found out much later that our parents were closer than neighbours usually are. We always played together and went to the same schools starting with kindergarten and have been inseparable our whole lives until this incident. Some people said it was like we were joined at the hip. She was my best friend throughout our childhood and teenage years; in fact my whole life. Vicky was a tomboy and we looked after each other covering each other's backs and were always on the same football team or baseball team. Both sets of parents used to say it was like they had twins each instead of only having one child. It might sound silly but both of us called the other's parents mom and dad as well.

As we grew older we saw our small town swallowed by an ever expanding state capital. We even ended up with a zoo; oh sorry, I am supposed to say nature reserve to make everyone feel happier about it, and a couple of hospitals, as well as a university. All this expansion created great business for my dad's hardware store.

We lived at each other's houses as we grew up; had meals at each other's places and swam in each other pools. It was like having two sets of parents and I certainly didn't miss having any siblings or cousins around. Vicky was gorgeous from a very young age and loved being naked as much as she could when her parents went out and she soon convinced me to do so as well. She always wanted to be a Vet and whenever she wanted to explore a male body particularly in her early teenage years she used mine; and I certainly enjoyed exploring hers. We even had sleep overs in her room regularly, well into our teens even when her mother caught her fucking me. On pain of death, I had to promise never to tell anyone but I always wondered why I was sworn to secrecy when my mother and father knew before I got home next morning; it didn't stop the sleepovers though. We had already been fucking since the onset of her puberty and getting caught certainly didn't stop her almost raping me when the urge overtook her and that was often. Her mother knew how strong headed Vicky was and had the good sense to put her on the pill; to help her complexion of course. It was probably just as well as after we used condoms once she refused to let me use them again; it didn't feel the same she said. Secretly our parents wanted us together and married by the time we finished University and it was almost like they were encouraging us to be lovers at an early age. It was the towns worst kept secret that we would end up married.

From an early age our parents used to meet every Saturday night for a dinner or a bar-b-cue then party afterwards while Vicky and I were bundled over to the other house with plenty of pizza and fruit juice and soda for the night to watch videos as long as we wanted to and if we didn't put ourselves to bed we would wake up in the morning with blankets over us. In our teens we took the opportunity to fuck ourselves silly; we never wanted to go out as we were always too busy. It didn't seem strange to either of us that our parents would be having breakfast together usually in the clothes they wore the night before or just their swimsuits in summer and we would go over and join them when we finally woke up.

I can still recall the first tragedy to befall us when late one Saturday night an Ambulance with sirens screaming and lights flashing flew down our usually very quiet street waking us and turned into my driveway. It still seems like yesterday. Vicky and I held each other tightly as we watched from the kitchen window next door as the two paramedics rushed into the house with their bags and a trolley. We weren't game to move while they were there and soon enough they were loading someone into the ambulance. We were old enough to realize it must have been her father as her mother got in the back with him. With lights flashing the ambulance disappeared into the night. I took Vicky's hand as we tentatively walked back to my house and met my parents at the door. They told me to wait at home for them to come back and they took Vicky with them to the hospital to be with her mom and dad.

At least Vicky had a chance to see her dad and tell him how much she loved him. He spoke a few words and gave her a smile then he had another major heart attack and died. He had had a severe heart attack at our house while they were all partying. My father phoned to tell me her dad had passed away and asked me to put on the coffee as they would all be home soon. I had known Vicky's dad all my life as a second father and I wished I wasn't alone when I was told; I cared a great deal about him and I cried so much. When they finally came home and saw me they knew they had made a dreadful mistake and I should have gone with them.

While had been waiting, I walked around the house and was struck that it must have been a boring party as there no mess. I watched some of the porno that was left in the video for a while but I had already secretly watched it with Vicky several times already. As I walked past the bedrooms I noticed the bed in the guest room was messed up and thought that was where they must have put him while they waited for the ambulance. I didn't think anything about my parent's bed being messed up though. Years later I knew better. He had suffered a heart attack while he and my mother were fucking. Our parents swapped partners every weekend.

Once everyone came back to the house there was much crying and hugging. Strangely I felt a closeness to Vicky that night I had never felt before as we stayed locked together for what seemed like forever. I wiped her tears from her cheeks gently and kissed as many again away as well. Both my parents took turns in comforting her mother. I heard my father promise Vicky's mother that he would take care of them forever and she cried into his chest wetting his shirt. I just thought he was talking about staying close friends and didn't quite realize what he meant until I took over his business and went through the books. It turned out Vicky's dad had no life insurance and my dad started to support two households.

After a month or two, the dinners and bar-b-cues returned still alternating between the houses and Vicky and I went next door to watch videos and to what we thought, secretly fuck. Whenever we stayed at my house and my parents went next door or went out with Vicky's mum I would sneak a couple of my father's video collection from his closet and we would learn some great new ways to make love. We ended up enjoying cow girl and doggy best. Watching Vicky riding me was amazing and I had forgotten how much until after my parent's sudden death I found heaps of videos he had taken of us from some hidden cameras. I found dozens of our parents swapping or all together as well. The thought of them making and watching the videos was all hard to deal with at first until Vicky's mum caught me watching one. She told me there was nothing to be ashamed of as they all had loved each other very much. It was then she told me her husband had a heart attack while he was with my mother and she was busy with my father. I asked about the ones of Vicky and I and she just smiled saying they all thought we were a beautiful couple and knew we would always be together. That wasn't the answer I wanted and started to think they all had a few kinks as well; why else would you video and watch your teenage kids naked and learning how to make love. I have since converted all of them to DVD and still watch them now and again with Vicky. I needed to be careful with them as we were under age in many of them. I didn't really need to tell you all this but I just wanted to share some of the things I remembered of my early life that affected me.

Vicky always had a temper; not just a little yelling and screaming but a full blown raging fury that made a tornado look like a puff of wind. She was an only child like me and but had always had her way. She was a very popular girl in High School and had the jocks hanging around her all the time if I wasn't there, even though we were officially an "item" even then. One day the captain of the football team finally convinced her to go to the movies with him. She made no secret of accepting his invitation and I was so hurt; I heard from some of the other jocks who wanted to rub my face in it that they were betting how far he would get with her. When Vicky confirmed she was going out with him I cried every night for days leading up to her date. She hurt me so badly. I had never even thought about any other girls; none compared with her. I tried to talk her out of going out with him and even told her there was a betting pool happening at school; she laughed at me and told me not to lie. I thought about asking one of the other girls out as revenge but they were all too afraid of her to be even seen talking alone to me let alone going out with me.

Before I forget, my name is James Marsh, just an average guy about six foot two inches tall; blond hair, deep blue eyes, like I said, average. Everyone asked if I worked out but I was extremely fit from working in the hardware store all my life restocking shelves and taking all the heavy items customers purchased to their trucks or utes. It is amazing how many bags of cement you can carry when you are really fit.

As it happened, the weekend of Vicky stepping out, my mother's sister and her daughter, Amy were passing through on their way to participate in a beauty pageant in the capital in the next state and wanted to stay with us overnight. I knew they all caught up with each other every few years when my parents visited them. I later found videos of my parents swapping with them as well. It was real small town stuff and my mother's younger sister had married my father's youngest brother but they had moved away for employment I was told. Every time they went to visit I was left with Vicky so I hadn't seen my cousin Amy since she was little girl and now she had grown into a stunningly beautiful teenager. Maybe she was even more beautiful than Vicky. She was tall and had long blond hair and the same deep blue eyes as me.

Our parents wanted to "talk" in private and gave us some money to go to the movies, so we went. I found out after my parents died that Amy was really my half sister and her mother had stopped in to get pregnant again; my uncle was sterile and all their kids were in fact my half siblings. At the time, I wouldn't have gone out with Amy if I had known what fate awaited me. We watched the early movie; it was OK and no, we didn't neck or touch each other up; we were cousins; well I thought we were. I didn't see Vicky and didn't look out for her as I tried to forget what she had done to me. When the movie finished I phoned my dad to come and pick us up but he told us he couldn't get to us for about forty-five minutes minutes so we decided to head for the coffee shop and enjoy some more time together catching up on the years since our last contact. I copped a lot of strange looks from other teenagers I knew and just assumed they were looking at Amy with her stunning looks.

We were sitting quietly in a booth talking when Vicky suddenly appeared. Her eyes were ablaze and her face was flushed and if looks could kill both Amy and I would have been dead instantly; vaporised like on Star Trek. She moved very quickly to me and I was about to introduce Amy to her when she called me a "fucking bastard" and punched me in the eye. As I rolled back from her punch I covered my eye to somehow try to ease the pain only to have her pour my milkshake over my head. She then turned to Amy who sat stunned as Vicky gave her a verbal broadside about how dare she try to steal me from her; while all the time I was trying to interrupt. She said she had been humiliated when a couple of her classmates told her how I had been seen here with her and she was nothing but a tramp. This was too much for Amy who stood up and pushed Vicky's hand away as she kept pointing her finger in her face. I had seen this in baseball and knew what was coming and lunged to protect Amy; after all she was supposed to be in a beauty contest in a day or so and she wouldn't have looked any good with a black eye as well. I succeeded in protecting Amy but copped Vicky's fist in my other eye. I went to the floor this time as I was hurting badly but suddenly my pain got a whole lot worse as Vicky kicked me in the nuts twice; one for each she told me as I lay writhing in agony.

As Vicky stormed out I heard her call me an "Asshole" then say she was going home and she would deal with me later for what I had done to her. Vicky disappeared into the night as quickly as she had appeared. That didn't really sit right with me as she was the one who stepped out on me and I was only looking after my cousin. At least I had stopped that jock from getting into her bra or knickers; well I hoped I had and would find out how far he got back at school on Monday. There was no noise in the coffee shop as everyone sat speechless looking at me thinking how glad they were that it wasn't them who had upset Vicky. I found out later I had won some hearts by protecting Amy but no girl was game to speak to me for months and I was laughed at for the next couple of weeks for having two black eyes compliments of Vicky; but it kept all the other males away from her as well because they were scared of her. She had a reputation now but so did I. This was something that was to play in my mind later in life.

Amy wondered what had happened and between my gasps for breath I managed to say "Vicky". "Was that your girlfriend I keep hearing so much about? She is very pretty when she gets fired up. I feel so guilty that she thinks I was on a real date with you. What will you do about her?" said Amy. I just shook my head and raised my shoulders; I couldn't talk any more.

I couldn't do much there as I could barely stand up and slowly moved to a neighbouring dry booth to wait for my father. When he finally arrived late, he looked flushed and asked how many gorillas jumped me. He cocked his head a little and grinned when I told him Vicky was jealous of Amy and said no more. We finally got home and found everyone was in bed, so I said good night to Amy and apologised for Vicky's outburst.

When I awoke late in the morning Amy and her mother were gone. My father had neglected to tell my mother that Vicky had beaten me up and when I finally went down to the kitchen for some breakfast my mother saw me and went ape-shit about my getting into a fight while I was supposed to be looking after my sis?cousin. For a moment I thought she was about to say my sister; she obviously was confusing Amy with her mother. I told my mother what happened and she asked if I had phoned Vicky to apologise; "What's going on here? What had I done to apologise for?" I thought. I told her Vicky could stew for a few days then I might think about it.

Mothers can nag and mine was an expert, so I relented and phoned Vicky. As soon as I spoke she slammed the phone down hard and now my ear hurt as well. Mom was nagging again so I tried the phone one more time. This time her mother answered and told me I should ashamed of myself taking another girl out when Vicky had always been there for me. She told me that I should stop calling her until she was ready to forgive me. I had had enough and interrupted her long tirade and told her that Vicky had dumped me for the night to go out with one of the jocks and I was taking my visiting cousin out at the request of my parents when Vicky attacked me without warning or provocation. Vicky's mother didn't know that Vicky had gone out with someone else and was quiet for a moment then asked if I was lying. I was about to be rude and hang up on her when my mother grabbed the phone to confirm my story.

My loving mother told her I had been with my cousin (at least she got it right this time) and that Vicky had given me two black eyes and kicked me in the nuts?.and I yelled out "twice". I had had enough and went to my room and locked the door. I didn't want my mother coming in to tell me I had to go over and beg for her forgiveness or something just as stupid. I was still hurting even after taking the painkillers so I was resting on my bed. I couldn't go out as I was sure everyone would have heard what happened by now and would have been laughing at me.

I suppose I really hoped that Vicky would come over and apologise but I was angry at what she had done to me by hurting me both mentally and physically and I decided if she came over I would pretend to be much worse than I was. The doorbell rang and I could make out three voices downstairs. My mother was there; that was a given. I finally made out Vicky's mother and eventually singled out my assailant's sweet voice. I was in love again but I still hurt and thought that for as long as I hurt so would she.

Our mothers were talking still and most probably now having a cup of coffee. I could make out the odd word but that was it. A noise at my door told me someone was trying to gently turn my locked doorknob. She called out softly to me; so softly I could barely hear her. I wanted to reach out and let her in so we could be together again. She knocked quietly again and again as she called out to me. I heard her say she was sorry and I wondered what for; dumping me or hurting me so I just left her at the door. I heard her start to cry as she slid down the door and sat on the carpeted floor outside. I listened to her crying softly outside my door for a long time trying to decide if she was pretending. I had been with her our whole lives and been there for her when she got hurt and cried from the pain. As well, I had been with her when she had tried to manipulate her parents by pretending to cry and I knew the difference. This sounded like when she had lost her father; I decided she was hurting and at the time I thought it wouldn't hurt her to know what pain I was feeling.

If anyone made a big deal about it I would just say I was sleeping and didn't hear her. I was still hurting even though she was crying. I heard my father come home for lunch and felt guilty I wasn't at the shop with him. I heard him come in and start talking and laughing with the women and then I heard his footsteps as he mounted the stairs. He stopped and spoke to Vicky and I heard her answer telling him I wouldn't let her in. I thought I was going to be told in no uncertain terms to do so, but I heard nothing but Vicky's whimpering and decided my dad was on my side because he knew what she did to me. Then there was a noise at the doorknob again and this time the door opened slowly. My father had a key for my door; I should have known, given that he installed them himself. All these years I thought I was the only one with a key to my sanctuary. I had time to shut my eyes before they both entered and saw me "asleep". I could peek from under my arm and saw my father push her towards me then he left the room locking the door behind him.

Vicky just stood there looking at me in just my boxers as I lay on the bed. She stayed absolutely still and didn't make a sound as she just stood there staring at the one black eye she could see. I heard the adults laughing downstairs again and hoped my injuries were not the source of their amusement but thinking back now I suspect they were joking about us fucking and making up. Finally I had to roll over before I got pins and needles in my arm from lying funny. I made the mistake of opening my eyes a little and she pounced on me, smoothing me in kisses and telling me she was so very sorry for not listening to me about the bets that were being laid and for treating me so badly and finally for hurting me because she was angry. She didn't realize Amy was my cousin. She went on to tell me one of her girlfriends had run into her in the toilets at the movie theatre and told her that everyone had been betting her date could fuck her and she was being treated as public sport. She was so angry and remembered that she had not believed me and had just walked out of the movie theatre without telling her date. She ran into more friends as she started to walk home and they told her they had seen me in the coffee shop with a stunningly beautiful blond girl that no one knew. She had become really jealous and it only served to make her even more pissed off.

Having her kiss and cuddle me felt so good but deep down I knew I had let my love for her betray my true feelings on how she had treated me. As she was kissing me I felt her hand slip into my boxers and find my cock. I stopped kissing her and gasped in pain and told her she had bruised my cock and nuts and they were hurting so badly. She starting crying again when I told her I didn't think I could fuck her for a week or two after the damage she had done to me and I hoped it wasn't permanent because I wanted children one day. Now that was deliberately hurting her because I knew she wanted children more than anything. In fact she had been telling me that nearly every time we fucked since we first did it and I had listened every time. She undressed before I could stop her; not that I wanted to. Then she pulled my boxers off and for the first time went down on me. I had asked her to try it heaps of times when we were watching the pornos but was knocked back every time; she said it was dirty but it hadn't stopped her wanting me to go down on her. Now she was doing it; she was finally giving me a blow job and things would be different now.

My nuts still hurt but she got me so hard then straddled me and lowered herself onto my cock so slowly as she separated her pussy lips with her hand. She shuddered and moaned as I felt my knob pushing against her cervix and then rode me like she had never done before. In no time she was started to shake and she orgasmed but I just kept moving in rhythm with her movements. My nuts hurt and I was glad she was cumming so quickly. I could feel the pressure rising and I knew I would be able to cum deep in her again very soon. Did I mention that the reason her mother caught us fucking was that Vicky becomes very vocal when she orgasms and her mother had come to see if she was alright. It was no different when I shot my load deep into her then. She loved the feel of hot cum splashing deep inside her even at her young age and it set her off on a huge orgasm and this time she was really loud. Then all was quiet as I listened to her gasping for breath as she fell forward and we just hugged and kissed as my cock stayed in her pussy. Then I realized I couldn't hear the adults downstairs; they were very quiet and I was sure they had been listening to Vicky cumming. Then I heard them laugh and my dad went back to work. I didn't realize they already had seen videos of us fucking so knew Vicky had cum but this time they heard her as it happened.

When Amy and my aunt drove back through town on their way home a few weekends later they stayed with us again. That night, the parents wanted their "privacy" again so I went out to the movies with a beautiful girl on each arm, mainly to show everyone that all was forgiven and that now I had both girls; no one knew she was my cousin. My reputation was saved. Our parents wanted to celebrate with Vicky's mum that night and my dad wasn't available to pick as up so after the movies we caught a cab back to my place when we had finished in the coffee shop. We fooled about quite a bit and all ended up naked in the pool and I think Vicky was very jealous of Amy's stunning body. We went back inside naked and kissed and stroked and brought each other off orally until Vicky mounted me and fucked me in front of Amy. Amy didn't mind as she wanted to stay a virgin until she was married and we respected her for that but she didn't say no to me eating her out. I think it was Vicky's way of showing Amy that I belonged to her and no one else and I am sure she got off even more knowing Amy was watching as well. I found the video of that night with the rest of ours.

Things could not have been any better over the next five or six years and even into University as Vicky and I remained absolutely faithful to each other and stayed inseparable. It was still really a small town at heart and even though it was growing, stories still abounded about the night Vicky beat me up. We had lots of friends but no one hit on either of us. New arrivals in town were quickly warned of Vicky's temper and it almost became an urban myth told around campfires.

Vicky would help out in the shop to give her spending money while she was at University and she and I usually worked there at the same time. Surely my dad must have suspected we used the time to fuck whenever we could but he never once caught us in the storeroom. Her mother never told her were the money for her fees came from but I heard my parents talking one night after we graduated before heading off to university as they convinced Vicky's mother to allow them to pay for everything as they were their family now and soon we would be married. It wasn't cheap. Vicky was doing a four year Vet Science Course while I did Business Administration for three years with some additional psychology, law and IT subjects to make it more interesting. I knew I would end up running the shop when my dad retired but I wanted to prepare myself for our future.

After I graduated with my degree, I became more and more involved in the shop as my dad stepped back and in short succession took holidays for the first, second and third time in his life. First our three parents took a Caribbean cruise together. If it wasn't obvious there was something special between them before they left, even Blind Freddy could have seen it when they returned and Vicky's mother moved into the guest room. Vicky was shocked at first as she hadn't realized they were all so close. Then came a trip to Tahiti followed by another to England to look up long lost relatives living in some place called Northamptonshire? By the time they were finally home from their last trip my dad may as well as had two wives and he bought a huge bed for the three of them and the guest room was empty again. Half his luck at his age. He was only 45 years old and already semi retired. I moved in with Vicky next door to get some sleep.

When we moved in together we formally announced our engagement and our folks were thrilled (as if they hadn't been expecting it) and we set the wedding date for the week after her final exams were finished. Vicky asked my dad to give her away and I don't think I had ever seen him cry before except when Vicky's father died. The first of many breaks came my way when the block of shops we were in came up for sale and I was able to convince the owner that it would be a bonus to him if he took a lump sum as well as monthly payments and he maintained a regular income source over the next ten years as paid it off with interest. He could even stay for free in one unit above the shops until the total amount had been paid off. I was thinking ahead and had big plans for the block of shops and I wanted to be on the receiving end of the rent trail. A major bonus was that we could establish a large Vet Surgery there for Vicky after she graduated.

It was then I met Frank Westmore and his lovely wife Sharon. They were new to the area and were starting out as Private Investigators and needed office space. To supplement their income they also wanted to utilize their IT experience and knowledge to sell and repair PCs and peripherals as well as Wi-Fi security devices. It was Sharon who suggested I become a silent partner if I gave them rent free accommodation for a year. I liked them right away and knew Vicky would as well. I offered them the other upstairs unit as well for an increased percentage of the business. It wouldn't hurt to have a security vehicle or two next to Vicky's Vet Clinic because of the drugs and valuable animals she would be keeping on premises. That suited them and we became silent business partners and close friends. Through our contacts and customers we were soon able to direct an increasing amount of IT and security business their way. To kick our business off I stretched my budget and had Frank install a range of security devices throughout the hardware store for the first time.

We married as planned and I hate to admit it but I my eyes misted up as I watched my dad walking down the aisle with my stunning bride. His eyes were full of tears again as he held her arm; he loved Vicky as a daughter. Her "two" mothers were a mess and going through the tissues so quickly. Every speech at the reception afterwards mentioned how long everyone had waited for this moment and that we were the perfect couple. The next day we were off to Tahiti for our honeymoon as Vicky had listened to all of her mother's stories about their romantic holiday there. Neither of us had any white patches on us by the time we returned but that was another story. We both caught a 24 hour vomiting virus at the end of our first week there and we recovered quickly for our second week and it seems Vicky got pregnant even though she was on the pill. We didn't know then that her getting sick had reduced the protection of the pill. Our parents and friends were thrilled but not as much as we were. We had really wanted for Vicky to be working for a few years before we started on a family but we very happy. It just meant we would bring our plans forward for the next two or three we wanted so they would all grow up together.

He was a handsome little baby boy and we named him after Vicky's father. Vicky was in tears when we told her mother his name and she was reduced to a blubbering wreck as well. Her mum still loved her husband so much. I'm not suggesting little William was spoilt but with three doting grandparents and two loving parents what more can I say.

Two years later was a bitter sweet occasion for us all. Vicky was almost nine months pregnant and about to give birth to twins any day. Sadly, my mother had found some lumps in her breast and my father was driving her to see the specialist in the city. They were travelling along the freeway when an overloaded semitrailer coming the other way lost control and crossed the medium strip and hit them head on. There had been no notice, no time, nowhere to go, and they were dead. When the semi was lifted off what remained of their car and it was opened up they found my parents dead but still holding hands. I was destroyed. The news sent Vicky into labour and the same day a little girl and boy were born and we named them after my parents. My parents had worked so hard all of their lives and finally when things were going so well their world ended. They had been looking forward to semi retirement and their grandchildren. A least we still had Vicky's mum.

Once my family was home from hospital and in the care of Vicky's mother and all her friends, and the funerals were organised, I had some time. Vengeance was mine. I wanted blood and was about to give no quarter. This was something very new to me. Years of having been very forgiving and careful of feelings of others were suddenly wiped away for a little while. I was cried out by the time I met with Frank and Sharon in their office. I had arranged the meeting when they called in to see the babies as I had little experience with lawyers before, but my friends dealt with them every day and some of the very best in the state were now their clients.

After a few minutes discussing what I wanted and a phone call later, I was driven to the offices of one of the most ruthless men I had ever met; he reminded me of a savage dog; a Doberman would aptly describe him. Strangely we got on very well and became firm friends. I was soon his client as "our company" had saved his neck on more than a few occasions. I told him I wanted someone to pay for the death of my parents and I didn't want to be dealing with this still in five or ten years. The sooner they settled out of court the better and I would reduce my damages claim if they did. I wanted to get this painful time over and get back to caring for my family. I let my Doberman loose on the transport company and in turn their insurance company. The crash was in the paper for days with all the gruesome photos the public could handle. Our Doberman pulled some favours and the media went to town on overloaded unsafe trucks and overworked and tired drivers and within days of serving the transport company, their insurance company was ready to make a very private and confidential settlement with a most outstanding settlement so long as everything quietened down again. They had originally offered far too little and they found the media campaign worse than before. In complete contrast, my parent's life insurance company was excellent and had paid out within days even though I had not contacted them.

I never realized my parents had so many friends until their funerals. It felt like the whole town was there. I realised I knew almost all of them after a lifetime in the shop with my dad.

With the new funds available I completely renovated the block of shops and put shade sails across the car park after it was resurfaced for the first time in thirty years. The result was worth every cent as the centre looked prosperous and it brought in a lot of additional business. Vicky now had staff at her clinic but wanted to keep working part-time from home so we extended my parent's house rather than sell it and built on a small Vet clinic for her to work from so she could be close to our children. Then we moved back in and at the same time she started doing some work for the Nature Park looking after their animals. Vicky decided she would look after some of the smaller primates requiring short easy procedures at her new clinic so she needed some equipment that you would usually find in doctors surgeries.

They were such great times and we were a happy family. Vicky and I had sex three or four times a week then as often as we could on weekends, sometimes getting a little kinky. She still liked to swim naked late at night and I used to see the curtains in the windows next door move a little when she did. Quite a few times I went out to the pool hoping to catch a few private moments with Vicky in the pool only to find her mother swimming naked with her. She didn't look bad for her age. Things were going great and I couldn't have been happier; life was perfect. Sometimes you have to wonder how your life can change so quickly.

After my parents died, Vicky and I moved back into their house and her mother moved back to the guest room. She rented her house out and our new next door neighbours were from out of town somewhere to the North. They were a couple about our age with one child; a girl. Grace and Phil Bellamy became our firm friends almost overnight and our children played together. We even went away on holidays together a few times during school holidays so that the kids could stay together. Somehow we started to compete with outdoor lighting at Christmas and with pranks on Halloween and even more pranks on April Fool's day as well as fireworks on the Fourth of July. We always had a huge party with all our friends every Halloween and alternated houses each year. Usually, we just bar-b-cued together on April Fool's Day.

The pranking at Halloween and April Fool's Day started out slowly but over the years it escalated. I left a vibrator under Grace's pillow one year and when she found the gift box she thought Phil had given her a watch she had wanted. I can still hear him yelling out in the dead of night that he was going to get me. He gave me a penis enlarger, the bastard; as if I needed it. Then I gave her a larger vibrator and I gave him a shirt at the same time that had "Redundant in bed" printed on the front and "Can still wash dishes" on the back. Bob got video of me as I stamped out a burning brown paper bag on my porch. The only problem was that it was full of sloppy dog shit. He had set it up with Vicky and had rung the doorbell as Vicky was "getting ready" and I opened the door and thought the local kids were at it again and without thinking I stomped out the fire while Phil held the video camera pointed at me. Bob still wets himself laughing whenever he watches that video; usually at Halloween with our friends. The sod even talks about putting it on YouTube.

The next year for April Fool's Day I advertised a garage sale at his place starting at 5:30am. I even placed the signs out before I went to bed. No sleep-in for him that day.

Two years ago, Halloween was at Phil and Grace's and they had a bar-b-cue, so I switched his two full gas bottles for two empty ones to his severe embarrassment in front of all of his guests when he went to cook. Have you ever tried getting gas bottles filled in the evening on a holiday? Phil was gone for 30 minutes before he came back empty handed, only to find us nearly finished cooking on his bar-b-cue. Last year when the party was at our house I slipped away un-noticed and went next door to change all of their clocks ahead by an hour. They didn't notice the difference that night when they got home except we found out later Grace said it was too late for sex so Phil missed out. Next morning they were up an hour early and felt like they had hardly any sleep.

So the bar-b-cue was at Phil's again his year and I knew I was probably going to be severely embarrassed as I knew he would come up with something worthy so I certainly didn't wear my very best clothes because I knew I would regret it. I thought I wouldn't have a problem with whatever he planned as I had dished it out I had to expect some return; it was only fair. As it was next door we didn't have a lot to do, only getting the kids ready to go to the movies with their grandmother. That completed and they were on their way. I cleaned my teeth and went downstairs where Vicky was waiting for me to go next door with her. She seemed a little distracted and she had a look on her face but had a rum and coke waiting for me as a starter for the evening ahead. I knew I would have to pace myself to stay aware of what Phil was getting up to, but I couldn't refuse a drink from her.

As I drank I noticed Vicky seemed more than a little agitated and pissed off. I hadn't seen that look since ?.well a long time. It was coming to me and I just needed to keep thinking about it and I knew it would come to me. My speech was slurring and my head started to spin and I wondered what was wrong with me. Had she had done something to my drink as a prelude to a prank for Phil? If they were starting with this, I needed to phone Frank to get him to watch out for me to make sure whatever happened was fair, but I never made it to the phone. I remember falling and then Vicky helping me into a wheelchair that she usually kept in her clinic, as she called me a "fucking bastard" and an "asshole" for the second time in my life and that was it and all went black.

I was quite groggy when I woke up and found I couldn't move. The surface I was on was cold and hard, then I realised she had wheeled me into her Clinic attached to our house. I looked around for Phil or Grace but could see neither but I did notice I was naked and my hands, arms and chest were strapped down and my legs and feet were strapped wide apart and in the air into the stirrups attached to her "Monkey table" as I jokingly used to refer it as. I could see all of my clothes neatly folded on her bench and I knew I couldn't move until Vicky released me so I called out to her in anticipation of whatever kinky things she had in mind.

Vicky still looked angry as she walked into the room carrying a stainless steel bowl with ice in it. This could be interesting I thought. I smiled at her and she just shook her head at me and just looked at me. Her face was pale and I sensed something was wrong to make her the way she was. She was definitely angry but there was almost a sorry expression there as well. I asked, "What have you got planned for me Vicky? This seems a bit extreme but I trust you dear. It looks like I will be The April Fool this year."

She bit her bottom lip and said, "You shouldn't have cheated on me James. I'm sorry but you made me do it. I am not going to let you fuck every woman that comes into our house like you father did." I wasn't in a position to argue but responded, "That was uncalled for, speaking about my father like that; he loved your mother so much and I had never even looked at another women; I don't need to as I had always had you." Then as an afterthought I asked, "Vic, I made you do what?" I was a little worried but was still expecting a prank of some sort and thought she would have Phil running in here any moment with his video camera.

"James, while you were unconscious I removed your testicles. I fixed you; you know, neutered you just like I do to randy dogs. James quite bluntly, I castrated you!"

This is some prank I thought and wondered who thought this up. I really was an April Fool this year. Her acting was great. I saw her eyes mist up and she seemed to be more sad than angry now then added, "You caused this and you will have to live with what you have done to me and the kids just like I will have to live with what I have done to stop you. You only have yourself to blame. You know I'm not allowed to touch people so I could be in serious trouble but it is worth it to make sure you never stray on me again." Tears filled her eyes and she looked into the stainless steel bowl as she put it on the bench next to a tray with bloodied surgical instruments and gauze that looked the part. She picked up a needle with thread attached.

This was a world class prank I thought to myself; it beats empty gas bottles or moving hands on clocks. The script was good and Vicky's acting was excellent and I looked around for Phil or maybe just his camera running. Deciding to play the part I was supposed to, I said in a high pitched voice as I strained on the straps and lifted my head, "Oh god, my wife has castrated me, cut my nuts off to stop me looking at other women; I'll never be able to father the last child I wanted." I knew straight away I shouldn't have used that line but it made Vicky look at me again. When I had her attention I said, "This was a great prank Vicky. Where's the camera? When is Phil going to walk in on us?"

"I'm sorry James, but this isn't a prank. I wish it was now but you shouldn't have done what you did. I was so angry with you. So angry; I couldn't help it. I need to finish and sow you up." Then I remembered the look I couldn't remember earlier. It was the same when she walked into the coffee shop when I was with Amy.

All that straining and looking around was making my blood circulate again and I could feel some pain in my scrotum. I lifted my head and looked down. Well I could see my cock and then I saw a surgical clamp. No wonder my scrotum hurt; she had it clamped. It was starting to hurt now and I wanted it removed. I couldn't reach down and remove it myself as I was still strapped in. I realized then that the clamp certainly added another element of realism and if I hadn't know better I would have been screaming bloody murder. I still couldn't see where the camera was hidden. Maybe Frank or Sharon were in on this and had lent her one of their new miniature Wi-Fi ones they had been showing me.

"Vicky, this was a great prank but you can let me go now please. My scrotum is really hurting now; at least take the clamp off me then take the straps off me. I know that you would never hurt me but it will look good when we replay it."

"James, this isn't a prank. I was given proof that you and Grace have been cheating on Phil and me. I don't know what Phil is going to do about Grace but you won't be straying anywhere now. Wasn't sex with me good enough? If you wanted more you only had to ask; you know I was always ready and would never say no. Not even to the kinky stuff you liked. I would have liked another baby as well but you should have thought about that before you fucked Grace. I am happy with four kids and now you won't need a vasectomy."

"What in god's name makes you even think I would ever want to fuck Grace? How can you have proof if I have never been with her in fact I have never even kissed her? We saw her topless at the beach last holiday remember but you were topless as well; is that your proof?" I was starting to hope it was still a prank but my scrotum was really hurting now.

"Don't bullshit to me James. Phil was over earlier today while you were at the shop and gave me an envelope. He looked like he had been crying. He said he had hired Frank and he had just been delivered these this morning. There were glossy colour photos in the envelope of you and Grace fucking in bed so don't try to lie your way out of this. You're lucky you still have your penis. I almost cut it off as well."

This was going downhill really fast and I began to hope deep down this was still a prank but I was getting the feeling Vicky was too genuine. If she really had castrated me for something I hadn't done there would be trouble; big trouble. I began to feel quite ill just thinking about my scrotum and nuts gone forever and Vicky using it as a money purse like they do in Australia with Kangaroo scrotums, as she started to move between my legs with the needle and thread. She looked into my eyes and said sadly, "Honey, no one but us will ever know and I will keep loving you; not the neighbours; not anyone; not even mom."

Now I was seriously worried. "This is CRAP Vicky and this prank has gone way too far! Please take the clamp off me; it fucking hurts now and then let me go!" I stopped for a moment then added, "Vicky, did you hear what you just said about Frank taking those photos? He is my best friend and would never do that to me; you know that and the next thing, do you remember what Grace gave Phil for his birthday last month? Can you at least take the clamp off while you think about it but don't take too fucking long! It really does hurt you know!"

Vicky looked up at me and her mouth opened and I knew she remembered. "That's fucking right!" I yelled. "A program for his computer to let him Photoshop his digital photos. You cannot be serious that you believed anything he said on April Fool's Day can you? You didn't even think he was setting you or me up for something later tonight did you? Don't tell me you believed him? Please for god's sake please tell me you didn't believe him! I can't fucking believe you of all people would think I would ever cheat on the only woman I have ever loved?" I wanted to drive that nail home real bad.

"Oh nooooooooo!" screamed Vicky, as she dropped the needle next to me and started pulling at her hair. I could see she was starting to panic as I pleaded for her to let me loose. She grabbed the phone on the bench and hit a speed dial number. I heard Frank pick up, "Frank did you take any photos of James and Grace together? Don't ask, Frank! Did you do a job for Phil and take any photos of James and Grace? You didn't. Thanks. Bye." Then she hung up and hit speed dial again. "Phil you asshole, get over here now and bring Grace with you! We're in my clinic and just come straight in through the house." Then she slammed the phone back into the cradle.

Minutes later, Vicky was still shaking her head from side to side pulling at her hair as Phil and Grace raced through the internal door from the house. Phil looked at me and said, "What the fuck?" Grace just looked at me and said something about big feet being right as she toured the table I was still strapped into. As she walked past my hips I saw her staring at my cock and she stopped and smiled as she kept looking.

My attention was brought back to Vicky as she threw the envelope with the photos at Phil and screamed at him, "Were those photos you gave me fakes? I have already fucking spoken to Frank and he told me he never did a job for you!" She was getting louder, "Did you Photoshop those pictures?"

Phil seemed too interested in looking at me strapped naked to the table and asked, "Are you two into kinky stuff?" Vicky pushed his shoulder hard to get his attention, "Phil, just answer my fucking question! Are those photos fakes?"

Phil looked at her and smiled then answered, "Yep. They're really good. They took a long time to get right. It was really me and Grace but I found a photo of James from our holiday that suited and stuck his head on my body. Did you think they were real? We had a prank planned for tonight but seeing James like this is much better. Keep him like that until I get my camera, will you?"

"Phil, you're a fucking cunt! You asshole! You, you bastard! I thought they were real and I have castrated James because of your fucking stupid joke!" she screamed at him just as Grace moved around in front of my legs to get a different perspective on my cock. I had never heard Vicky use language like that before and was really starting to worry this had gone far beyond a joke and wasn't very happy when Grace's eyes opened wide and had a look of horror on her face. She turned away and vomited. Now I was really worried. Had my loving wife really done what she had said?

Vicky came back and picked up the needle again but this had gone on far enough. I screamed, "Don't you fucking touch me again! You stay away from me!" "But Honey I have to sow you up or you will need to go to hospital." she pleaded. I spat back, "Well I will go to hospital then! Get the fuck away from me!" She looked at me, "But Honey, I will end up in jail if they find out what I have done." "If you fucking touch me again you will have to chain me up for the rest of my fucking life cos I'll just fucking walk away and leave you! Now phone an ambulance and stay the fuck away from me! We someone fucking let me loose now!" I yelled.

Phil went to release me but I heard Vicky tell him I could injure myself more if I moved, so he stayed away. I noticed the prick grinning a bit. I decided then I was going to fuck him over big time one day soon. Vicky looked at me with pleading eyes as she picked the phone up again and dialled 911. I desperately wanted someone to take the clamp of me and remove the straps. I called out to Phil to help me get the straps off and to help me get free as Vicky was talking to the emergency operator. Her voice seemed mixed and I could hear anger and sorrow at the same time. "Please, I need an ambulance. It's an emergency; please send someone. My husband has been castrated. Please hurry!" They obviously identified our address from our phone number when Vicky called and answered "Yes" to several questions. I could hear the operator becoming louder as she thought there was a serious problem when she asked who was screaming for help in the background. Vicky answered that I was then "Yes" to a few more questions then, "He's still strapped to the table. Please hurry." I was still screaming to be released.

Vicky just dropped the phone without hanging up as she pushed Phil to the outer door, unlocked it and pushed him out telling him to direct the paramedics in here. I noticed Grace kept looking at my cock and wondered if Phil didn't quite make the grade anymore; at least I took my mind of my problem for a few minutes but then I starting to get seriously worried about my scrotum or lack off. I kept calling out for someone to please help me. I was in so much pain now. I could hear the operator talking on the phone to me still so she must have been hearing me pleading for help. Vicky re-entered the clinic and was crying as she just stood there looking at me shaking her head and saying over and over again, "Please forgive me. I'm so sorry." I kept calling for someone to release me and the operator, god bless her heart was trying to re-assure me that help was on its way.

I could hear the wail of multiple sirens getting closer from different directions. They were so loud now and I heard the screech to tyres turning and hard braking. I heard a voice on a loud speaker telling Phil to put his hands in the air. Then police seemed to appear from everywhere; from the inner door to the house and the outer door. Their guns were drawn and they were screaming at everyone to get on the floor. Vicky was obviously in shock now and just stood there still crying and shaking her head until she was thrown to the floor and handcuffed. Grace ended up lying in her own vomit and was cuffed as well just as Phil was forced back through the front door with his hands also cuffed. He was followed by several paramedics who, judging by their gear they carried were expecting the worst. I wondered if the operator had overestimated what was happening here. Thinking back she must have thought there was a dangerous situation as the response was over the top but thankfully very swift.

All I wanted was someone to let me loose so I could take the clamp of my scrotum. I was pleading for anyone to please help me. The paramedics attended me but took their time checking me out before they released me and transferred me to their trolley without touching the bloody clamp. I heard Vicky as she called out to the paramedics, "I castrated him by mistake. His testicles and scrotum are packed in ice in the bowl on the bench. Please see if they can re-attach them?" Then she burst into tears again.

I knew this had started from as a joke but the silly bitch had really cut my balls off over a stupid prank from next door. I stared at my wife for a moment as the police dragged her from the floor. She saw the anger in my face as they wheeled me out the door and I heard her call out to me and burst into tears again. I remember seeing Frank and Sharon arrive and running to me to see if I was OK when they saw me on the trolley. They were loading me into the ambulance carefully as Vicky was led past me; her hands handcuffed behind her back and her face full of tears as she sobbed. She looked to me for forgiveness but I just looked away as the doors were shut. I felt a prick in my arm and everything started to go black again.

I woke in a white room with a nurse in attendance and a policeman sitting outside the door. As soon as I was fully conscious the nurse left and returned with a doctor. He turned out to be a specialist surgeon who told me I had been in theatre for some time. He was careful how he phrased things but basically told me that my balls could not be reattached so they had removed all the sperm they could find and it had been frozen in case I wanted some more children at some time in the future. The good news was that they had successfully reattached my scrotum and I had two surgical quality plastic testicles in there now so that I looked normal again; or would when the swelling went down. I had mixed feelings about what I was hearing. I was depressed I had been castrated and my real nuts were gone forever but at least everything would look normal so I could go on a nude beach again if I ever wanted to or wear my DT's with confidence. I suddenly remembered Grace staring at my cock and would have to remember never to let her near me. Everything was better that I could have hoped given the circumstances.

He left and the Urologist visited and gave me the information I needed to hear.

He spoke in medical terms and it didn't mean much to me until he said, "And the best news is that we can replace the testosterone with a simple needle every month or you can even get implants that can last 4 or 5 months, or if you want, daily tablets. It all depends on what you want." He didn't exactly tell me what I really wanted to know though, so I asked, "That all sound great, but can I have normal sex again; you know get hard and cum?"

He looked at me like I hadn't listened to a word he said then answered.

"Absolutely, you can have perfectly normal sex, or any others sort of sex if you want." I think that was a joke to lighten to mood then he continued, "If you want any more children they will have to be through artificial insemination and once you start getting testosterone you will hardly notice any difference in your sex life. We should start you on testosterone soon because within a month your body will have none left in it which means no more hard penis and no more intercourse. You choose if you want injections, implants or tablets; whatever is easiest for you." As he talked on for ages I nodded at the right times but I was only half listening as I was thinking of the good times with Vicky.

I loved Vicky so much it hurt but she had given me the unkindest cut of all and I didn't know if we still had much of a future but I knew I wanted to be with her; but what if I couldn't trust her again? From experience I knew once I was released that I would be subjected to untold numbers of cruel jokes from you know who, in fact anybody. Would we have to move interstate or just me? My mind was spinning at a million miles an hour but my years in business had taught me to think clearly and formulate a plan that would work to my favour. I desperately needed some of my own serious pay back for what she had done to me and I also wanted to be alone for a while.

I looked up at Specialist after digesting what I could remember of what he had just told me and said, "Ok, can we try the daily tablets for say, ummm six months or even up to eighteen months? What about dosage? Is that going to be trial and error?" Then I remembered he had covered that already. "Oh, and another thing, I don't want this blabbed around the hospital OK? If I find I'm being talked or laughed about, my lawyers will be directed to sue everyone involved. This is to remain strictly confidential. If this makes the news I am going to be swamped with film crews. Can I be completely isolated?" I watched him scribbling madly in the patient notes. Then I added, "I want absolutely no visitors except on my approval and no information given to anyone over the phone. As far as this hospital is concerned I am not in here. I find this whole thing extremely distressing and I don't want to get any more depressed than I am now."

I watched as he printed in largish letters, "DEPRESSED". That might help me with some pay-back I thought. He scribbled more notes and told me that it would not be a problem but would cost more and he understood how I felt. "What total bullshit!" I thought. "How on earth could he possibly know what it is like to be castrated by your loving wife for something you didn't do?" But I said nothing. He then added that I would be in hospital for about two weeks for my scrotum to heal. I settled back in my bed to wait and I wondered how Vicky enjoyed being arrested. I used the time wisely and phoned my assistant manager and told her I would be away for two weeks and to have my cell phone and laptop ready for someone to pick up.

I wanted, well needed, to know what was being said at home and at the Bellamy's to at least make me feel that Vicky hadn't castrated me for any other reason than her jealousy. I phoned Frank and he filled me in on what had happened after I was taken away by ambulance. When the police finally decided that Phil and Grace did not actually assist in the crime they were released. Vicky's mother with all the children arrived home to find the whole place was a crime scene and they were not allowed in so they had all spent the night with them. He told me Vicky was in deep shit and was spending the night in jail before bail would be set.

I mentioned quickly what I had in mind and asked if he could offer any suggestions so that I would know everything that was happening at my house and next door. He told me it could all be installed while the house was still declared a crime scene without any problems and well before Vicky was released. He told me I could even listen into the Bellamy's with the placement of new and very sophisticated directional microphones, with supporting cameras on my patio. Everything would be stored on the new server I had at home which I could remotely access on my laptop. My luck seemed to be changing. I asked him if he could pick my laptop and phone so he could ensure it all worked together. By lunch time he was finished and next to my bed showing me how it all worked. I could watch and/or listen in to any room in our house and any room at the Bellamy's on our side of the house.

Vicky had been arrested and taken to the police car as I entered the ambulance and then to jail overnight while they considered what charges they could impose on her. Grace and Phil felt responsible and were able to bail her out the next afternoon but to everyone's surprise they were arrested as Vicky was released. At least Vicky's mother was there to look after all the kids. It turns out our State has laws against pranks that result in injury or property damage. Malicious mischief or some such thing; I had never heard of it. The Bellamy's took a deal for six days in jail and a $1000 dollar fine each rather than a potential long and costly legal battle they could never win.

As soon as she was released, Vicky tried to find me for several days but was unable to do so. It appeared that I had simply vanished. She tried every hospital in town and nearby regional centres just in case, but no one knew of me. Vicky even tried finding out about any patients admitted at the same time as me in case I was listed under a wrong name. She became desperate and finally went to the police and filed a missing persons report. She was laughed at and heckled by the station police after she told them she couldn't find me after she had castrated me and an ambulance had taken me away. They asked her if she thought I would seriously want her to find me after what she had done. An old Senior Sergeant felt sorry for her after she burst into tears again and asked her to wait at reception while he made some calls. It turned out to be a poor place to stay as every time a police officer waked past they ended up snickering and making her feel worse by holding their groins. She started to wonder if she had caused me to refuse to be admitted and I had left her and the children and simply disappeared from her life.

It took a while but eventually the Senior Sergeant came out and told her I was safe and as well as could be expected as there were complications (my nuts could not be returned to their rightful place but he didn't know that) but even he ended up with a smile on his face as he told her. He suggested that she just go home and wait for a week or two when he was sure I would show up after I was released from hospital. She ended up visiting every hospital herself and trying to check out every patient at each but I was in a secure area usually kept for VIP's or prisoners and she couldn't enter.

You cannot hide from everyone and while I was in hospital I was visited by the Public Prosecutors trying to build a case against Vicky. I quickly discovered she could have been in serious trouble and jailed for a long time but I refused to testify against her. They became very frustrated at my total lack of support for what they thought was a clear cut case (oh, that hurt) and even ended up suggesting that I wanted her to castrate me. "Be real! What planet were they from?" I thought. No one who knew me would have believed that so they dropped all the charges except the one that was easy to prove and didn't require my testimony; they had statements from the emergency operator and the paramedics and they subpoenaed evidence from the hospital. Vicky had operated on a human without a license. There was no way I could stop any of that. I loved her and although she castrated me I could have kept my mouth shut and let her sew me up and no one would have ever known but she would never have learnt her lesson. I didn't want her in jail for years if I had supported their case. I wanted us to retire early and we needed her income to speed that along. In truth, I didn't want to lose my wife; the woman I still loved. Besides, I still wanted extreme pay back in my own time when they least expected it and righteousness was on my side.

My business continued without my presence through the use of modern technology. I had wisely invested in some state of the art technology acquired through Frank and software to maintain a business edge. From my bed I could watch every square of floor space as well as see on my screen what stock was being sold and automatically re-ordered. If I wanted to, I could even hear what was being said at the check-outs. This came in useful as rumours of my castration started to spread. I phoned my Assistant Manager and told her any staff caught spreading rumours about my new lack of abilities would be dismissed as I currently was attending a conference in Fiji.

Within days, I was even able to hear my trusting wife ask my Assistant Manager very discretely if she had heard from me, only to be told I was attending a conference; that I had left the country. This only served to confuse her initially. She went home and found my passport so knew that was a lie. Her mother finally cornered her and asked what going on as she had heard rumours about some illegal surgery she had performed on me. Initially Vicky was very reluctant but eventually broke down and cried and told her mother the whole story to where she last saw me in the ambulance. She sobbed as she described her feelings when I told her not to touch me knowing it would send her to jail and then not being able to find me anywhere. She was still sobbing as she told her mother what the old Senior Sergeant had told her "to go home and wait" and then had checked out all the hospitals herself to no avail. Her mother looked at her as she shook her head as she said, "James loved you more than anything on this earth his whole life and you and your temper finally hurt him so much. I hope he will come back Vicky for all our sakes; we will have to wait and see. I cannot believe you were so stupid. Now go to bed." My cameras followed Vicky through the house and watched as she showered and then went to bed alone.

I watched my family every night as my scrotum, with its two surgical quality plastic nuts, healed. It didn't matter how many times my specialist visited, I could not get used to him handling my genitals. I only hoped that with my nuts gone, I didn't start to enjoy his visits.

Every night over the next week or so, I watched and listened through my laptop as Vicky spoke to everyone we knew and asked if they had seen me. Every night my eyes misted as she cried herself to sleep. Grace called over every night to check on Vicky and they spoke at length about what had happened and whatever could have become of me. Phil had the good sense to stay away. Vicky made it very plain that he had caused us far too much grief to even be civil to him. I listened to Grace telling Phil what had transpired after her visit every night and I saw Phil smile once too often when he spoke about my castration. He was going to be toast.

At the start of the second week I heard Vicky talking on the phone to Laura, a good friend from university; I knew she hadn't seen for years. Her husband Ron was a qualified Psychologist and marriage counsellor and she ended up speaking with him and making an appointment to see him the following day. We had been at their wedding and just drifted apart over the years. The following night I listened as Vicky told Grace of her therapy and the plans to develop strategies to deal my disappearance and finally address her anger management. I was glad she finally realised she needed help there. She told Grace that Ron was very concerned about my behaviour and potential fears as I remained hidden. This was compounded when my monthly phone bill arrived and Vicky read it and realized I was still in town somewhere. I had stayed in contact with my suppliers and my staff. When she spoke to Grace that night she sounded much happier knowing I was still nearby and she would just have to wait for me to surface as the old policeman had originally suggested.

I was watching the activity in my shop on the screen on my laptop intently when I became aware of someone at the foot of my bed. I took no notice initially thinking it was already time for me to cop a feel from my specialist but then looked up and nearly dropped everything. In front of me was my mother-in-law. I recovered and said, "Hi mom. I haven't seen you for a few days. How's everything at home?" just to be sociable. She looked at me for a few seconds then said, "She does love you more than anything in the world you know? How are you going James? Why won't you see her or anyone else? No one can find you."

I didn't answer at first but was curious how she had found me and she obviously didn't know Frank was up here every day for short visits so I answered, "What she did to me was so very very wrong. You have no idea of the physical and mental pain she has put me through and to be honest, I am not so sure I can trust her again. I know I will never forgive for what she did but I still love her so much if that makes sense. Do you remember when we were at High School? Remember she found me with Amy and in a temper she gave me two black eyes and kicked me in the nuts, twice? Well, I still remember it like it was yesterday; I always have. What you may not know is that my life was a living hell for the next couple of weeks as absolutely everyone in town laughed at me about it until Amy came back and we all went out. Even my so called friends laughed at me. I never said anything about it to anyone and Vicky never knew; after my pain subsided I realised I loved her so much I didn't want to hurt her. I hid it and lived with the shame and the humiliation. Mom, this is much worse and the same people are already laughing at me again. I am so tempted to sell everything and just disappear forever. Maybe I might yet." I didn't really want to hurt the only mother I had left but how the hell did she get in here?

Then she made a mistake and my blood instantly boiled as she innocently said, "James, I know how you feel, but???." I instantly interrupted with venom, "So tell me, how on earth can you possibly even remotely know how the hell I feel. The one woman I worshipped my whole life; in fact she has been my life; the reason I get up every day; has drugged and castrated me! Have you been drugged and castrated by someone you thought loved you? Are you going to be the butt of jokes for the rest of your life but then that depends on how long one chooses to live with the shame and humiliation? Shit, I have seen the news and heard the Public Prosecutors saying they will put her on trial for castrating me. It's been on every flippin' TV and radio station! Christ, everyone in the state knows she deliberately cut off James Marsh's balls. Your daughter has hurt me so much; more than she or anyone else for that matter can possibly know!" I was so angry.

I knew I had an audience as my specialist was waiting outside my door and trying hard to look like he wasn't listening. I had watched his face as I suggested I could take my own life and I knew I would use it later as I saw him writing again. "I'll tell you what! You can tell her you have seen me and I am refusing to see absolutely anyone. You cannot tell her where I am and if you do I will find out and she will never get me back. Please tell her I love her more than anything else in the world but don't forget to tell her about my fears as well. Now how did you find me and get in here?"

At least she was honest if not shocked. I was angry and had never spoken to anyone like that before and sadly she wore the brunt of my frustrations of being castrated as she stood next to my bed crying now and worried that she may have destroyed her daughter's marriage when she had come up to save it. "When I was in high school I used to date the policeman that Vicky spoke to and he finally gave in to me when I pleaded with him and he arranged for me to get through security. I'm so sorry what's happened James and at least now I understand why you don't want anyone to visit you. I know what she did cannot be undone and you have to believe me when I tell you how devastated she is in what she did. She hasn't been eating properly as she is so worried about you."

I had watched Vicky suffering and thought it fair while my scrotum still hurt. By now I had calmed down so added, "You can do something else for me. You can stop Phil from smiling every time someone discusses with him what Vicky did to me. I will not come home to be his neighbour if he continues." I wanted to tell her I desperately wanted her daughter and our children to hold me again but there was method in my madness and I couldn't; not yet. Then I continued, "The fact she hasn't been served with divorce papers should show that I still love her. Just tell her I send my love but I am not ready to see her yet."

I knew my adopter mother would race home to her daughter so after the specialist finished playing with my balls I watched the screen and waited to see what would happen. As I thought, she raced home and found Vicky curled up crying on the lounge. She told her she had seen and spoken with me. Vicky pleaded with her to take her to me but her mother was true to her word she said I had some issues to deal with and would not see anyone. She was a smart old cookie and as she spoke I saw her looking casually around the room for hidden cameras or microphones; Frank was good at his job and she would never find them. Vicky sobbed hysterically as her mother told her I still loved her.

Her mother went on to say that she had to get Phil to realize I would not tolerate any reference being made about the incident and if he continued we would cease to be neighbours. Vicky had known Phil still thought it humorous but wondered how I knew. She knew she would have to deal with it quickly if she wanted me to stay, so when her mother had finished telling her everything she could, she called Grace over and told her the good news but then she dropped the bombshell and told her that if Phil persisted in finding humour in it or laughing about me they would terminate their lease. Grace promised to stop Phil and she did.

I had plenty of time on my hands while I was in hospital and formulated a plan so devious and memorable they would never forget what I was about to bring down on them. I planned it methodically and I would be modest if I said it was a work of art. I had already started by being reclusive. My charts mentioned my "depression" and "talk of suicide" as well as my apparent need to remain hidden. My next step was to have a hospital volunteer counsellor phone Vicky the morning of my impending release to let her know I was about to go home from hospital that afternoon and I was still quite agitated and upset and wanted my privacy. She went on to warn Vicky that in my current state I could do "anything" and not to mention the castration or it might tip me over the edge. Of course Vicky asked what hospital I was in and as she wanted to pick me up but she was told that information remained confidential as I still seemed concerned about my safety. I heard Vicky burst into tears over the phone as I passed a $100 over to the counsellor and smiled; it was well spent.

As the policeman promised, I was home just short of two weeks. Although I almost felt like new again, I made sure my chart said my scrotum still hurt like hell and of course they gave me painkillers (well they didn't exactly give them to me; nothing in a hospital is free or cheap). I certainly didn't want anyone getting near to my scrotum or touching it; well, that was my story and I stuck to it. I really wanted my pay-back; serious payback.

It was early in the afternoon when I was finally given the all clear and was released. Thank goodness Frank had slipped into my house undetected and had picked up some clothes for me to wear and brought then up and waited to give me a lift home. On the way home he just said that everyone in our circle of friends knew what Vicky had done to me and were concerned about my well-being and I was missed. I thanked him for coming up every day and remaining quiet about where I was; he had not even told Sharon as he knew she would have told Vicky as they had become extremely close. When we pulled up out the front I could see Vicky hiding, watching from behind a curtain through a window. As I struggled from Franks SUV to the house Vicky opened the front door and my children ran to hug me. They had missed me and I had missed them although I had watched them every night and had sent them secret emails and helped them with their homework via the internet. Their mother never knew as she was too busy with Grace, Laura or Sharon or on the phone. Vicky was at the front door crying and I knew Grace and Phil would have been watching from a window somewhere next door. The phone warning from the hospital insured they would not be there; in any case, I was in no mood to talk to them as they had caused it all. Slowly, I made my way to Vicky and without talking I gave her a light hug like I was still in pain and kissed her gently on her wet cheek.

I went straight to our bed and lay down pretending to be exhausted. Vicky followed me to our room but stayed at the door crying. I could see she was uncertain how to proceed but then said, "I was so worried about you and then I didn't hear from you and I couldn't find out where you were. I was hurt that????.." I interrupted her and replied, "You were hurt? After what you did to me! You were hurt? Then I rolled over and looked away as she leaned against the door and kept crying.

I had smelt dinner cooking when I arrived home. It was my favourite; roast turkey with vegetables. My next stage was about to happen although I really wanted some of Vicky's amazing cooking. She sent William up to wake me to let me know dinner was almost ready. I cleaned up and made my way downstairs to see six smiling faces waiting for me. When I reached the table, Vicky asked me to carve the roast and picked up the carving knife to pass to me. The opportunity presented itself; I looked at the carving knife then back up at her, gasped and then appeared to struggle for breath. No one at the table had time to react or knew quite what to do as I turned and raced to closest toilet and when I was sure they could not see me I stuck my finger down my throat and vomited repeatedly. I heard Vicky walking up behind me and I curled up in a ball with my back against the wall. She asked if I was OK and I told her I must have caught something and asked her to put mine on a plate and I would try to eat later. Too right I would eat it once she was asleep; I wasn't about to miss my favourite meal. I cleaned up again and made my way back to bed.

Much later that night I woke with a start. I felt my cock in Vicky's mouth and although I was still soft I knew it would not remain so for very long. I loved having Vicky give me blow jobs since that time with Amy but this didn't fit into my plan. I yelled pretending to be in pain and as Vicky jumped back in surprise I reached down and covered my cock and scrotum with my hands while all the while rolling on the bed as if in absolute agony. I finally stopped and looked up at her standing naked holding her hands to the sides of her face. She looked worried as I asked, "What did you do to me? That was agony. Did you want to check out your handy work or something? I felt like a bastard saying it but it was for the greater good; well for me anyway. I could see tears starting to form in her eyes so I held out my hand and brought her back to bed and we just held each other. I told her I was still too sore there because of some serious infection when it had been re-attached. In our entire married life we had never been without sex this long, but it was sadly going to get much worse.

I made a brief appearance at work to make sure everyone knew I was still alive then I went home to clean my collection of hand guns and think. I had my laptop open while I sat at the kitchen table as I lovingly stripped, cleaned and oiled every gun. The screen was scrolling through all the cameras I had both at work and at home, when I saw Grace in frame watching me through her kitchen window so I held that frame. For effect I picked up my favourite hand gun; a Smith and Wesson Model29 .44 magnum; my Dirty Harry Special. I opened it and as she watched from her window, I slid one of my special show cartridges that have nothing explosive in them, into a chamber and closed it. I spun the chamber and smiled as I watched the screen and put the barrel in my mouth and pulled the trigger. I watched as Grace quickly pulled her hands up and covered her eyes but of course nothing happened. If it had landed on the bullet it was a dud anyway, but Grace would not have known that. I knew then I could have some more fun tomorrow and perhaps even longer. I enjoyed that moment.

That night we had a leg of lamb and once again Vicky picked up the carving knife to pass to me. I gasped again and struggled to breath then ran to the toilet and made myself vomit again. Vicky followed me in and tried to comfort me but I suggested she get back and feed the kids. She thought I go to see the doctor next day to see if I had picked up a stomach bug. I wondered how many times I was going to have to vomit before she got the message. Through the mouth of babes came another bad moment for her when William asked her, "Mom, why is dad vomiting when he sees you with a carving knife?" Vicky was mortified and remembered what the hospital counsellor had told her as she looked at her mother with a questioning look on her face. She would have to speak with Ron at her daily session about what was happening to me.

I listened closely to everything Grace told Vicky but she did not mention the gun or watching me yet. She did however tell Phil and the two discussed what they could do about it. I was sure she would tell Vicky when it suited her. They decided to watch again tomorrow to see what happened. I did not disappoint them and was back there just after lunch and slipped my show cartridge into the chamber again and repeated the scene exactly and after spinning the chamber put the barrel into my mouth and pulled the trigger. I only did it the twice as I knew Grace was waiting with a camera to get proof in case I needed to be committed and that would spoil everything. I knew I could start up again at any time it suited me.

At the end of the week the Public Prosecutors finally caught up with Vicky as they saw it was an easy guilty verdict. I had phoned my Doberman when Vicky told me that she had an appointment to see them as she walked out the door. She was at their office without legal representation. When my lawyer walked into their office his attendance surprised Vicky and it stunned the Prosecutors as they had lost cases to him in the past. They had been scarring Vicky with talk of prison sentences of 10 years if it went to trial but were offering 5 years if she took a deal. Because of her deep feelings of guilt, Vicky wasn't going to fight it and was about to take the 5 years with time off with good behaviour. They walked out some hours later with a deal of 3 months in minimum security with time off with good behaviour. Not bad under the circumstances. Vicky was to present herself at the minimum security prison by Monday week. The Public Prosecutors didn't know what hit them but they had a conviction on paper and it was election year.

The next week went slowly as Vicky seemed to do everything she could to make my life easier. She knew she was going to be missing her family. I still loved her but had trouble finding sympathy for her as she was the one who used the scalpel. When I went to bed she joined me as soon as she could and I continued to sleep with my back to her in case my cock betrayed me and went hard. My morning woody was becoming softer and softer and it looked like I wasn't going to get my month after all.

Grace finally confided her secret with Vicky that she had watched me play Russian roulette with my big Dirty Harry handgun twice in the past week and couldn't live with herself if I had taken my life. Vicky broke down again but seemed to get some relief that I had not done it again. She discussed this new situation with Ron the next day and he asked if she could bring me in for "marriage counselling". I heard Vicky talking with Grace and discussing how best to approach the need for me to attend counselling. I knew what it was really about and when she asked I just flatly refused; telling her that as far as I was concerned I wasn't the one with the problem; I hadn't been the one who used the scalpel. Vicky was devastated and would return to Ron the next day to share her bad news.

Vicky was still over with Grace when Frank phoned me then called around to see how I was going. I told him that everything he had set up was working well; in fact better than expected and we should start using them for all of our surveillance work. He was quiet for a moment then reached into his pocket and pulled out a very small voice activated recorder that would transmit when it was within range of the home server or my laptop. He told me it was his latest toy and he wanted me to try it on Vicky. I slipped it into the lining in her purse and now would hear whatever she said so long as she had her purse with her. It would download automatically when she was within range of the server. This was quite timely as from what I was hearing Vicky tell Grace, I was going to have to be very wary of Ron.

Modern technology is great. When she told Ron the next day that I had just flatly refused to attend they decided on another course of action. He suggested that Vicky get bookings for a table for four at the Hilton restaurant for the coming Friday night at seven pm. She should use the excuse that it would be her last night out for a long time but she would have to make sure we were seated at the next table to them and act surprised when we all sat down about the same time. Vicky was to ask them to join us so that Ron could finally get a chance to renew our lost friendship. Knowing he couldn't get me to his clinic he would trick me and ask if I would like company with Vicky gone for up to three months and join him for golf every Saturday morning. Ron was to turn these in to counselling sessions without my knowing as we played our golf. What a conniving bastard. He was smart and I loved golf although I hardly ever got the chance to play lately so I thought I would play along as it could be fun to "out-psych the psych" with what I could remember from University. Even Vicky did not know I had done several Psych subjects. Vicky would actively support the idea even though it was her who had made it difficult for me to get a golf game in previously.

I acted thrilled that we were going out and suggested we take Frank and Sharon but Vicky told me she wanted a quiet intimate dinner with just the two of us. I could play along. As we sat down I saw Laura and Ron about to sit at the next table over so I jumped in ahead of Vicky and called to them and they joined us. Vicky sat there stunned wondering what had just happened. The night could not have gone better. If I hadn't known they all were setting me up I would have probably forgotten my plans to seem fearful and a little despondent and really enjoyed myself. Eventually the talk got around to Vicky going to prison on Monday and Sharon offered to come over every couple of days to help with the housework. I reminded her that Vicky's mom still lived with us and the kids and I would be able to pitch in. Then Ron made his big play and suggested I play golf with him every Saturday morning as his usual partner had gone overseas on a contract. I hesitated and stalled as long as I could but eventually the three of them "wore me down" and "convinced" me to play golf with Ron starting in the morning. Ron offered to pick me up so I agreed. He would pick me up at 8am. I had my game plan ready.

Ron picked me up at on time and we were at the golf club ready to tee off at 8:30am. Ron proved to be an excellent player and my game showed a definite lack of time on the golf course but never the less I was enjoying myself and Ron was a great conversationalist. I remembered I used to actually like his company and wondered why we all drifted apart; maybe it was the kids?

At about the third hole he was digging through the front pockets on his golf bag pretending to look for some more tees when he exclaimed, "What the?" and pulled out a skinning knife. "How did that get in there?" I answered, "Kids, most likely. You should see what I find in mine sometimes. Looks like a nice blade. Have you had it long?" as I gestured for him to pass it to me. I looked at it closely and it was well balanced so flipped it into the air and caught it before passing it back to him. "Umm, very expensive. I stock them if you need any more." At the fifth hole there was a large water trap which I missed of course but my ball landed a few feet from the edge but still close enough for a long putt across the green to the hole. I had been ready to make my move for a couple of holes now; I only had to wait for Ron to say something that I could easily become upset by and he did, "James, Vicky was telling me that you still seem upset at what happened." "Thank-you Lord," I thought to myself.

I stopped in my tracks and looked over to him. I could see he was watching for some non-verbal signs as well as what I had to say. I gave him an evil stare and as I picked up my golf bag I said, "Well fuck you! You had to spoil my day didn't you?" as I threw my bag into the water and walked away back towards the club house to catch a cab home. Ron didn't know whether to recover my golf clubs from the shallow water or chase me. That consultation was over for the day.

I had Frank there on the club house balcony watching what was happening. Thank goodness Ron recovered my golf clubs; I would need them for next week. Ron dropped my clubs at the pro shop so they could be cleaned and dried professionally then went looking for me. Frank told me he looked for me everywhere then as it happened ended up close to him as he phoned Vicky to tell her I had disappeared after throwing my clubs into the water. She told him she had not heard from me then asked Ron if the clubs were OK because they meant a lot to me and that I must have been really upset. He asked Vicky to phone me pretending she thought I was still playing golf to see how I was. He also asked her to tell me that she had invited Laura and him over for dinner. He wanted to see my reaction to her handling a carving knife. What a cruel bastard. But I was beginning to enjoy vomiting; like hell I was. At least it was better than having some guy handling my scrotum every day and accidently brushing his hand against my cock.

I was fine and at home cleaning my handguns again and waiting for Grace to appear at her kitchen window. As soon as she did I went through the routine and opened the gun and slipped a "doctored" cartridge into it and closed it then spun the chamber. I didn't like the taste of that gun oil and would have to change it if this continued much longer. Then I smiled as I pulled the trigger just as my cell phone rang. It was Vicky asking how the game was going. I said very little but told her I had enjoyed myself initially. She told me she had invited Laura and Ron over for dinner. "Umm, a roast and a vomit; just what I needed," I thought to myself.

The handguns were locked away again by the time Vicky arrived home. She kissed me then said something about I tasted funny and I answered I didn't like that gun oil either. She gave me a strange look then a few seconds later it hit her and she knew why she had tasted it. I saw her eyes mist up again as she went upstairs, showered and changed and returned to prepare for dinner. I left to pick the kids and their grandmother up from their sporting activities as she did so. As I was leaving I saw Grace running over to our house to see Vicky; but she knew already.

We gave the kids pizza in the family room and I wished I could do the same for them as our parents had done for us but without the cameras; then I remembered every room was monitored. Maybe next time they might bring their daughters and son over for a swim I might leave a porno out accidently. We sat down as Vicky brought in a sensational looking roast leg of lamb. I noticed the carving knife and fork were placed next to the roast. I knew Vicky was about to ask me to cut the roast but before she did I excused myself saying I had to check on the kids and left the table. I heard her ask Ron to cut the meat and timed it so well that just as I returned to the table Ron was passing the carving knife to Vicky. She stopped when she saw me and looked down at the knife she had in her hand at the same time I did. I saw Ron watching my reaction so I had to be perfect. This was too easy as I gasped for breath again and turned and ran for the toilet and when ready, the finger went in and pre-dinner nibblies came out.

By the time I cleaned up and returned to the table dinner had been dished out and all were waiting for me to return. Nothing was said about the knife or my vomiting. It turned out to be a good night after all but I knew they were all very guarded about what they said. Reviewing the recording later I heard Ron discussing what he had found so far and what they could and couldn't say. He suggested to Vicky that she not pick up a knife of any kind if I was about and said I had some issues that needed to be addressed. This was far too easy. It had been a very productive night.

After they left Vicky made overtures about joining her in bed but I told her I had some important bookwork to complete then I would join her. I watched the screen as she undressed and slipped between the sheets. I watched her crying as she waited for me and slipped into a restless sleep. I reviewed all the tapes for the day quickly and listened to Ron saying what he needed to. I watched my William feeling up their daughter and I being the proud dad I was, smiled knowing next time he would explore further. I woke next to Vicky on Sunday morning without my woody and I knew I would never get my cock hard again without treatment so the next phase went into operation. During the day I told her my pain was gone from my scrotum and I told her I wanted to give her a special memory that night to keep with her while she was in prison and I would be waiting for her when she was released.

Vicky was like a cat on a hot tin roof all day. I started to feel sorry for her knowing what was going to happen. After the kids were asleep we undressed each other slowly and I went down on her. I had her squealing in no time and kept her on a high for a long time and very desperate to be fucked but she wanted to return the favour and blow me first. Usually by this stage I would have been rock hard and receptive but when she went to my cock it was soft. She saw my scrotum reattached for the first time and looked bewildered for a moment then turned to me and asked if my nuts were real or cosmetic as I had refused to discuss anything to do with my castration with her. I looked at her and told her they had tried everything to save my nuts but they could not be saved then I lied and told her I had been given testosterone and asked if there was a problem. She didn't answer but took my soft cock in her mouth as she tried without success to get me hard. She must have had the patience of Job as she tried everything she knew or had heard about to get me hard for the next thirty minutes. In the end her jaw was hurting too much so I just pulled her up to me and we kissed and held each other. I looked and saw she was crying. God, she was crying a lot lately. She knew enough to know what her jealousy had done. She would need Ron's help to deal effectively with this new problem in her life. I knew she wouldn't have time to investigate why I couldn't get hard even though I was taking testosterone.

attend for up to three months as she would be in the minimum security prison for women. He had smiled at her and said he worked up there on a visiting consultant basis and would be able to continue their daily sessions but she would still be billed for it as the State would not pay for it. I would have no idea now what she was saying or how she was going as she no longer had her purse with her or spoke to Grace every night.

With good behaviour, Vicky ended up serving just over two months. The State Veterinary Board tried to withdraw her license while she was in prison but I let my Doberman loose on them as well. God he was good; expensive, and a brilliant lawyer. They have plenty of regulations about treating animals properly and what a Vet could and couldn't do, but as it turns out, they didn't have any rules against removing your husband's testicles; so she kept her license. Luckily her staff picked up the slack and we were able to find a good locum to keep her business running while she was inside. It was amazing how much extra business she picked up from people who wanted their pets neutered; it seems that if she was good enough for her husband, she was good enough for their pets. Within the year her practice needed a third vet so she recruited a graduate to give them a go.

The worst thing about losing my nuts turned out to be people's stupid misconceptions. People think that without your nuts you turn gay and the opportunity fell into to lap just after Vicky was locked up. Frank phoned me with a problem. A very good friend of his had lost his job back in his home town and was unable to find employment and he wanted me to come down to the shop and meet him. His friend Kevin turned out to be a nice guy and I liked him immediately. It wasn't hard to miss that he sounded very effeminate and when I first heard him I thought he was gay. I suspected it was why he was still looking for work.

I turned to Frank and I saw in his eyes he had already thought of what I was thinking. Frank knew my plans for pay-back from his visits to the hospital and he thought they deserved what I had lined up for them was just. Given Kevin's striking qualifications and experience he would be ideal to take over the computer and peripheral sales and service part of our business giving Frank and Sharon time to concentrate on their ever growing PI work. Kevin would also give them an extra body for some of their surveillance work. His lovely wife, Julie, was with him for a few days as he looked for work and a place to stay. Their three children were back at their old place being looked after by his mother.

The other unit above the shops was only being used for storage now as the original owner had moved to Florida so I offered it to them as part of his salary package if he wanted the job. It wasn't much good for kids but there was plenty of room and there was a park across the road. They were elated and accepted my offer as it would solve their employment as well as their accommodation problems until their house was sold and they could find another if they wanted to. I knew Kevin and Julie would fit nicely into our growing group of very close friends. In talking with Julie I found out she had hardware experience so I employed her immediately to work in my shop as a staff member had recently retired. Things were suddenly looking good for them both and they were ecstatic.

Laura and Julie were good buddies from way back and went out together on Friday night to the movies to see some girl flick that was showing. As the girls were going out, I invited Frank and Kevin over to watch the game on the big screen TV and have a few drinks. Vicky's mom was great and prepared some finger food for us and left it in front of the TV. When he arrived Kevin met my family and commented that William and his oldest daughter were about the same age and she looked just like her mother at the same age. "Lucky William," I thought. I suggested that we all have a bar-b-cue when they arrived back with their mother the following weekend and that would allow their kids to know some others.

I could see our busy body neighbour watching Kevin intently through the windows wondering who he was. I even saw her call Phil over to ask him if he knew him and whenever I knew she was watching I stayed as close as I could to Kevin without scarring him away. It didn't take long for Grace to knock on our door with some excuse to see Vicky's mom but really to find out who was with us. I did the good neighbourly thing and introduced her to him and as I did I put my hand on his shoulder. I almost choked as she was speechless when he spoke to her and she obviously thought he was as camp as a row of tents. I wasn't sure what Kevin thought about my hand on his shoulder but Grace couldn't get back to Phil to tell him I was now entertaining gays. Poor Kevin couldn't work out why Frank and I were laughing so much as Grace raced home. I knew Vicky would now hear about my new "interest" in life to make her time even more miserable although Grace's credibility was suspect when Vicky's mom visited her in prison afterwards and told her I had just employed him and he was just watching the game with us. I sort of suspected Vicky lost some sleep thinking about how I couldn't get hard for her and wondering if I was "batting for the other side now as well" so to speak.

Saturday morning golf was becoming quite enjoyable after that first game as Ron tried to work his magic on me during the mornings. I couldn't work out which I liked most, playing golf or winding Ron up. He became very subtle in his questioning and I let him think he was quite skilled in getting me to talk. I had to be careful though not to contradict anything I had said earlier but I needed him to believe I had suffered severely at Vicky's hands. I knew he was taping everything that was said and doing his notes up later. I was laying the groundwork for some damming Psych Reports I would need soon enough.

It was fantastic to have Vicky back home after two months. We all had seen her during visiting hours but it wasn't the same. Bright fluro orange overalls did nothing for her. I had picked her up on a Saturday afternoon. During my usual Saturday morning game I had appeared jittery and a little fearful as we discussed Vicky's return. We had everyone over for a bar-b-cue and a swim to welcome her home and she seemed to get on very well with Kevin and Julie although she did ask me later if I thought Kevin was Bi. Not wanting to finish that little game yet I just shrugged my shoulders and smiled a little.

Watching the play-backs, I was pleased to see later that William now had two girls after him and somehow was managing to make out with both. If he didn't know already, a porno would give him a few clues and if they all watched it he would probably get very lucky sometime over the next few months as it looked like the dinners with Lauren and Ron as well as Kevin and Julie would continue.

First thing Monday morning, I found myself with Vicky sitting in my doctor's surgery. Even though he would have heard the stories and read the papers he had Vicky explain what she had done to me and then I added that they had been unable to save my nuts but the scrotum had successfully been reattached. When he asked me to drop my pants and get up on the table I seriously thought about just walking out but I would need his Reports as well in the coming months, so I just shut my mouth, dropped my pants and hopped up on the table.

Vicky joined him in his examination and they decided the hospital had done an excellent job as he handled my tackle. Vicky told him of "my problem." "My problem!" I screamed in my head. "It wasn't my fucking problem! I wasn't the one that was missing being fucked." Strangely it no longer seemed to bother me that I couldn't get hard anymore. I told him I had been taking tablets daily and showed him the empty packet. He looked at the packet and said something about an implant that lasted 5 months might work better and be more reliable as it would give a measured dose throughout the day, every day. I wondered how many family doctors happened to have a testosterone implant in their cabinet and wondered how Vicky had reached him and even made the appointment at such short notice for a Monday morning until I remembered she had been talking with Ron every day and he probably could have organised it.

The implant went just under my skin in my left arm and it was covered with a small band-aide. Just before we left his office he smiled at Vicky and told her everything should return to normal within days. I just smiled to myself. I truth I should have been angry as I had not even been consulted about how I felt but was feeling strangely compliant. Vicky returned to her surgery when we got home and she seemed happier than she had since the incident. I went to the garage as if to drive to work instead of walking and opened the first-aid kit, took out a scalpel and sliced open my arm where it had been covered and pushed the implant out. I replaced it with piece plastic I cut to a similar size and shape then covered it with the Band-Aid. Deep down, I knew had to stay true to my plan.

Poor Vicky was distraught as the implant was having no effect on me over the next few months and she wasn't getting the attention and loving she was used to or wanting. She was becoming really concerned, as first the tablets had not worked then the implants. Vicky even showered with me occasionally trying hard to get a reaction but nothing was happening from my end; literally. I realized as she was washing my arm she was feeling to make sure the implant was still there. She visited the doctor alone several times only to be told that everyone was different and maybe it could take a little longer with me. Eventually, he even suggested that maybe I was the problem and had psychological issues about making love to her. I think she may have wondered that herself but could never accept it as I seemed happy enough to eat her pussy whenever she felt the need.

Halloween was approaching quickly. This year the party was at our place and strangely every invitation sent out was accepted. It was Frank who enlighten me one day when he said that even he was being questioned by everyone who was invited that he met as to what prank I was going to spring on the trio. He knew but didn't want to spoil the night for me. My lawyer and his wife were invited as he had become a close friend over time. I watched my recordings carefully in the weeks preceding to make sure they had nothing planned for me but all I heard was when they met next door and felt it would be in poor taste if they took advantage of my mental state and it could push me over the edge. That suited me just fine.

In the next few weeks, my lawyer requested reports from every doctor, specialist, and hospital I had been involved with over the preceding months since the incident. Ron was a bit of a problem but he was told there were problems with my health insurance and his report could convince then I was genuine. The court transcripts of the trio pleading guilty were also collected as were details of the Ballamy's personal liability insurance and Vicky's business liability insurance noted. We were ready.

Halloween arrived and the bar-b-cue went off flawlessly but everyone, particularly the trio, was on tender hooks all night as they waited for a "prank to end all pranks" that never eventuated. We waited during the night for the three to be alone together in the house and we struck. Some guests noted a flurry of activity when a couple of us excused ourselves from the conversations we were in and made our way to the house. Later, the recording of the trio's conversation told me they were wishing something would happen so we could all be even; they were on eggshells. I walked in on them with my lawyer right behind me and they stopped talking. I stepped aside and smiled as he presented them each with an envelope and told them they were now served with notice that each was being sued for four million dollars for their part in my castration and subsequent mental and physical anguish. Vicky and Grace looked stunned but Phil just grinned and said he didn't care and we could fight it out with his insurance company. Vicky was trying to say something but ended up looking down at her envelope and shaking her head slowly. The party broke up. Vicky refused to talk to me until I was able to sit her down and explain I was after her insurance company and that I still loved her.

Phil had been right of course and we only would have to fight it out with their insurance companies but they didn't know that we were thoroughly prepared for exactly that and we had no intention of hurting them. With the trio already having admitted their guilt and been found guilty, combined with the damming medical evidence and notes from our doctor reporting how the testosterone was not working and our sex life had been affected, the insurance companies settled quickly with acceptable offers. Phil's attitude gave me the shits and I knew I was not finished.

Nothing changed as the months rolled on. I money obtained when the insurance companies settled was safely invested for our retirement and our businesses prospered. Vicky was resigned to the belief that I could never fuck her again and I hated myself when I found her still crying from time to time about what she had done. My golf had improved dramatically and I was on par with Ron now. I found that during the games I would frequently steer the conversation away from me to discuss Vicky and her memories of what she had done. One day he even suggested that I allow Vicky a lover, but I put an end to that when I said I would kill them both if I ever caught her cheating and nothing more was ever said. I always had the feeling that he wanted to fuck Vicky but I never heard anything recorded.

Sadly I knew what I was doing was not helping her; I still loved her so much. Every night when she was in the mood I went down on her and brought her to orgasm. I could see her frustration in her not being able to get me hard so that we could fuck and every time it would end the same as we held each other while she reminisced about how much she used to enjoy me fucking her since we were young. Vibrators helped her but did not satisfy her needs.

I decided that twelve months was long enough to teach my wife her lesson and April Fool's Day would put an end to my games. Towards the middle of February found me back in the doctor's surgery asking for another implant to be inserted. I had removed my plastic friend from my arm earlier in the morning and told the doctor I was depressed about it not working so had removed it myself; but then I later had second thoughts and wanted to keep trying for Vicky's sake; I didn't remove this one. I wanted to be Vicky's lover again very soon. As the days rolled on, I deliberately started acting a little edgy as my first anniversary approached. April Fool's Day this year fell on the first Saturday in April. It was raining heavily and there was no golf so I went to work. I really wasn't needed so I returned home early and found the family was out so I took the opportunity and sat at the kitchen table cleaning my handguns again; really just filling in time. I watched the screen on the laptop again until I saw Grace watching me and loaded the chamber of my Dirty Harry Special again with my special display cartridge and spun the chamber. I put the barrel in my mouth and remembered I hated the taste of that gun oil, then pulled the trigger while all the time watching Grace on the screen; she appeared to be quite concerned; all was good as I heard her calling out for Phil. I was setting the scene for pay-back tonight.

I had some errands to make after I locked the guns up and left for the barbers and the butcher shop; I already had the glue I needed. As I arrived home and pulled into the garage, Frank pulled in after me as arranged and I went inside and grabbed the Smith and Wesson Model 29 .44 magnum and put it and "the box" of cartridges in a gun case for the trip to the handgun range. I had seen Grace watching me leave the house with my handgun and cartridges and of course we spoke loud enough for her to hear where we were going.

Before she had gone to prison, Vicky had visited the local gunsmith with the box of my .44 magnum cartridges I kept in my gun cabinet and asked him to remove all the gunpowder and primers and make them appeal real in appearance and weight. Of course I had heard the planning of this priceless operation to stop me blowing my head off while not stopping me trying hoping I would soon tire of it. I knew I would have fun with this as well but I still had to make sure I did not mix the cartridges up; in any case what if he accidently missed one or two; I certainly didn't want to lose the top of my head. I only ever used the cartridge I knew for certain was a dud. We spent an hour at the range as I used other boxes that were stored in my study; it was good to relax again and mentally get ready for the night ahead.

Ron was a creature of habit. He had told me many times that he always, without fail, turned his cell phone off just after lunch on Saturdays so he could have "his" family time. He always switched it back on at eight pm after his favourite TV show; and he thought I had problems? I had to trust it would be not different and phoned his cell and thankfully was able to leave a message I knew he would get at eight pm. Frank helped me in the basement as we erected a metal frame and glued the hair from the barber shop onto the pig's head I had picked up at the butchers and mounted in the frame. We laughed quietly as we rehearsed what I was planning tonight.

Grace and Phil were happy to be back in our house after all that time as a couple. Phil had been missing the companionship (even though I thought he was an asshole but his time was near) and mainly watching the Friday night games on the big screen. I knew they had planned nothing again as I had been exhibiting some signs of depression as the twelve month anniversary approached. Vicky's mum took our kids and the Bellamy's daughter to the movies as had been her practice over the past few years. Before she left she spoke harshly to Vicky to make sure they had planned nothing this year as she was still concerned about me. Sharon and Frank showed up as arranged and when I was out of the room he told them I had invited them as I no longer felt safe with the three of them together again. They told him how badly they all still felt about what had happened and even though they were hurt by my lack of trust they understood. Frank rubbed the salt in by saying that it was a pity they didn't think about the consequences of what they were doing 12 months ago. The scene was almost set.

The bar-b-cue went well and they must have thought it was nervous tension that kept me looking at my watch, but I had to time the rest of the night very carefully. Just before eight pm I lifted a handset of the home phone and discretely turned both Vicky's and my cell off. I needed Ron at our house and in any case I knew he would bill me for it; he had for everything else; even our first dinner at the Hilton. I had timed the drive between Ron's and our place and knew he would take about ten minutes. Luckily everyone was the kitchen helping clean up. I had deliberately been looking and sounding very depressed all night and just after eight pm I excused myself saying I had to go to the toilet but instead went to the family room and removed the Smith and Wesson and the box of cartridges and went down to the basement to get ready for my final prank; "the prank to end all pranks." This would be it for me.

At ten past eight, Ron burst through the front door startling everyone except Frank who had been expecting him. Ron looked around for me and not seeing me asked where I was, as everyone moved to the family room. He told Vicky I had phoned him earlier in the afternoon but his phone was switched off and he had only just heard that I was extremely depressed and told them I wanted his thoughts on the very last prank I would ever pull. He had tried to phone back when he heard the message but had been unable to get through on any of our phones. As he was talking his gaze luckily fell onto my open gun display cabinet and the Smith and Wesson was obviously missing. If he hadn't seen it missing Frank's role was to make everyone aware it was.

I was watching on my laptop from down in the basement and saw Ron starting to panic saying he was concerned I was suicidal and he was worried about my using the gun on myself but Vicky interrupted saying she had replaced all of the cartridges with dummy bullets that would not work. Grace then spoke up suggesting that maybe I was feeling depressed after all, saying she had seen me with the barrel in my mouth pulling the trigger earlier in the day but she hadn't worried as she knew about the dud bullets. Frank then stepped in with a questioning look on his face as he said, "Well that explains why none of his cartridges worked at the range this afternoon when we went down there so he bought two new boxes after he threw the duds away. What is going on? What is everyone talking about?" Vicky turned to Frank with her eyes and mouth wide open and grabbed his shoulder as she asked, although it was more a statement, "James threw the duds out and bought new boxes of bullets?" I answered, "Yea, James seemed keen to fire the S & W today and none of his cartridges worked so he managed to buy some more from the range. He seemed a bit quiet but seemed to enjoy it." Vicky thought for a moment and asked, "So he has live ammunition now?" I just nodded as Vicky turned her gaze to the open gun cabinet and started looking around the room and screaming out, "Noooooooo Jamessssssss!"

As she commenced screaming out for me I took my cue and pulled the trigger. Upstairs the gunshot was deafening. Vicky was still finishing calling out as Phil screamed, "Oh fuck! No!" Grace held her hands up to the side of her face as her eyes widened; her ears were still ringing. Phil always fancied himself as a leader and I banked on that as he took for towards the basement. Then Vicky, Sharon and Grace then ran to the basement door as well and raced down the stairs behind Phil. Frank did what he had to do and slowed Ron down as they both headed for the basement as well.

Phil reached the bottom of the stairs and turned the corner to see a horribly bloodied wall in front of him. The wall was covered with blood, matted hair, pieces of brain and chips of bone. Without looking for me he turned and dropped to his knees and vomited his dinner up over the wall and floor as well as his pants. The three women were not far behind Phil and had not seen the wall yet but saw him vomiting continuously as he tried to keep saying, "Oh fuck no!" between his partly digested dinner leaving his lips at speed. Vicky was instantly too scared to go any further as she could only think that it was her James that Phil had seen with the back of his head missing and she stopped in her tracks, not game to proceed. Grace was more inquisitive and stepped around her husband and greeted with the same gruesome sight and she turned and vomited all over Phil.

Frank told Sharon to hold Vicky back as we had planned and then he moved around both Phil and Grace who were now squatting down with their hands on the wall as they found they were unable to find anything more in their stomachs to bring up. Vicky watched fearfully as she saw Frank look at what must have been a mess and shake his head then kept moving forward out of sight. It was probably more shock that stopped her crying but Vicky anticipated the worst as Frank did not re-appear immediately. In her heart she realized she had hurt her husband more than she ever imagined and was thankful Sharon was there to hold her. Ron just stayed well back as he remembered the terrible things his trauma victims had told him they had seen in similar situations.

Frank soon re-appeared and turned Vicky around and led her to the top of the stairs where she expected to hear that her James was dead but he said, "He'll be fine. He just tripped and his gun went off and blew the pig's head apart that he was going to put at the window to scare everyone. God only knows why he took his gun downstairs with him. He'll be up in a minute after he empties the chamber." Vicky burst into tears as she realized she still had her husband, safe and sound; she understood how much she really loved him as she thought she had lost her life partner for a little while and never wanted to lose him again.

Sharon stayed holding Vicky as she continued to sob waiting for James to re-join them. Frank took the opportunity to slip away and replace the handset on the house phone and turn the two cell phones back on. Ron came up while Frank was away and Phil and Grace emerged looking worse for wear and covered in vomit. I put on the most sheepish face I could and said, "Sorry guys, that wasn't supposed to happen. When Vicky screamed I was startled and I tripped on the frame holding the pigs head and the S & W went off blowing the pig's head apart but it looks like it was a much better prank than the one I had planned after seeing how Phil and Grace ended up. Happy April Fool's Day folks." Well that was my story of the event and I was sticking to it. I don't think the pig would have liked the taste of the gun oil either and I knew the cartridge was live. I was please how the night was turning out; now that was pay-back and we were even. There was just one more thing I had to do.

No one wanted coffee that goodness. I shut the door to the basement to keep the stink down there and I locked up my S & W. I would get the cleaners in tomorrow to clean up the mess; the cost would be worth it. Phil and Grace went home almost immediately to clean up and I was able to convince Ron that my afternoon on the range with Frank had made me feel so much better. Frank knew I had been on testosterone for some weeks and we had jokingly discussed how much I wanted to fuck Vicky again so he said good night and dragged Sharon out the door. The sod winked at me as he closed the door behind him.

Once we were alone, I grabbed Vicky and threw her over my shoulder and carried her to our bedroom throwing her on the bed. I closed the bedroom door and went over to her and started ripping all of her clothes off her then went down on her. After she orgasmed she was getting ready for our usual cuddle when instead of rolling away I moved up her body kissing her belly and breasts as I went; all the while my hand kept playing with her pussy and clit keeping her on a high with little orgasms raking her body. As I kissed her and pushed my tongue into her mouth, I parted her labia and pushed my hard cock deep into her at the same time. I felt her jerk and gasp for breath as I reached her cervix. I wasn't sure if it had registered that I was fucking her immediately but her reaction was swift when she did. I pulled my head away from hers and looked into the depths of her gorgeous blue eyes and could see only lust as I started sliding my cock in and out of her slowly at first then built up speed as she neared something she had missed for twelve months. I wanted the night to last so I had taken a Viagra while I was still in the basement. I hoped she wasn't going to be too sore in the morning because I had plans for then as well. I wasn't sure what the night would hold for me as I didn't know what to expect so I just looked up at the hidden camera and smiled.

As soon as she opened the front door after coming home from the movies, Vicky's mother heard her daughter screaming out as she achieved another major orgasm and she remembered the sound from years ago. It was a sound she hadn't heard from her daughter for a long time. She smiled as she turned to the kids behind her and said, "We forgot to go the McDonalds. Who's up for it?" as she pulled the door shut behind her.

Epilogue

Our sex life returned to normal thanks to the implants and Viagra enhanced it further. In fact it was much better than before as by her reckoning she had missed over 300 fucks in the past year and she demanded we make them up. Who was I to complain; I was now having more sex than I could ever have imagined; I was sent to golf every Saturday morning and encouraged to go to the handgun range whenever I felt the urge. The kids and the neighbours would just have to get used to her screaming when she orgasmed; our parents did when we were younger and her mother loved hearing it again; so did I.

I think we'll be away next Halloween and April Fool's Day. My days of pranks were over.

by Sid0604?

24,654 Words