A Gift From God

I looked down at the disgusting puddle of cum in front of me. I tried to just think of it as some kind of dare like they have on reality TV shows some times. However, Dr Castle's words had got to me, even if I hadn't already known the symbolism of what I would be doing. It wasn't just physically disgusting, it meant giving up everything that it meant to be a man. It would mean humiliating myself more than I could ever have imagined while this evil sadistic bastard laughed at me.

While I stared down at the disgusting puddle in front of me, Dr Castle must have sensed my inner turmoil. He spoke. "John, look past me to the other end of the room." Dr Castle and Tara both moved a little so I could see, and I looked, and there was a door there on the far wall, though I didn't know what was so special about it. "Beyond that door is a hallway, and at the end of the hallway is an exit. Once you are out this door, John, your nightmare is over. You can go do whatever you want after that. Now, look behind you." I looked behind me and saw the door I came in through. "That door represents your return to the past, to the silent nightmare of being alone with your thoughts, knowing that you could have been free, but that you wouldn't take the chance. Behind that door is the hospital bed that you have been a prisoner in all these months. You don't want to return there, do you?"

He was right. The fear of returning to that hell of being trapped in my own body was terrifying. I longed to walk through the other door and be free of all this madness.I know some men would imagine fighting like some action movie at that moment, but I had no moves to make. My body weakened by months of inactivity, my mind confused with heartache like I never imagined, and with my hands and feet bound.

I wanted to resist, though! Don't for a second think that I didn't spend every moment with my mind racing as to how I could avoid this. I was frozen by the fight inside me. Part of me was trying to find a way to combat this situation, and part of me was trying to just accept it so that I could move on with my life.

I think some people fear death most of all, but they can't imagine the fear of being both alive and dead at the same time. Unable to enjoy the basic human interactions that make life worth living at all, unable to participate in one's own life and yet not free of it either.

Worse, I had been subjected to watching hell itself unfold in front of me. The people I love slowly drifting away from me, and, most hurtful of all, watching the woman I loved from the bottom of my heart being turned against me for the sadistic pleasure of another man.

It was worse than death, and I feared it more than anything.

Still, I was hesitant on a physical level, it was so disgusting and humiliating. I looked up at Dr Castle and said, "You bastard! Don't you fear going to hell for being so arrogant and evil?"

Dr Castle laughed. "Hell? Are you joking? Do you really believe that garbage that God sides with the weak? God sides with the lions, John. The lions are kings, by God's own design, and he makes zebras to be their food. You are a zebra, and I am a lion. God is not only not punishing me, he is rewarding me in this life. You were a little gift from God, a prize for all my efforts to live as He meant for me to live. You fell into my lap not just by fate, but specifically for me to enjoy. That is how the world works, and any belief you have that says that somehow you are better than me for being the weakling is just the silly morality people like you have to console yourselves when you realize you are not part of the elite like myself and Tara!"

I could see that Dr Castle truly believed his insane beliefs. He had no morality, nothing that I could appeal to. I was trapped at the mercy of a madman, and my only option to not be plunged back into the worst possible prison was to take the chance that he really was amused enough by my act of submission.

I leaned over and began licking the vile and disgusting liquid off the floor. Dr Castle and Tara laughed as if they had never seen anything funnier, which made it worse and I was burning with anger and frustration because of the sound.

As I licked the vile slime up into my mouth, I heard Dr Castle and my wife fade from laughing hard like I was some kind of huge joke, into passionate kissing. "Oooh, you're so hard," Tara said, pumping his iron-pipe like cock. It was obvious that Dr Castle was getting turned on by this display of his power over me.

I licked up most of the cum off the floor, and since they didn't seem as interesting in me as they were in each other now, I was about to stop, hoping the point had been made, but then Dr Castle stopped kissing Tara and turned to me and said, "All of it! Make the floor clean," followed by more laughter from both of them. I grimaced and continued licking

While I did, Tara moved on top of Dr Castle and slowly slid down onto his cock, this time facing toward me so that she wouldn't miss any of the show. They both moaned and I hated it. Again I wanted to stop, but Dr Castle waved his hand in a motion that was at once insistent and dismissive, as if to say "keep going, even though I can't be bothered to address you."

I kept licking until the floor was perfectly clean. I felt utterly humiliated, the lowest point in my life. How can a man ever be more humiliated than licking another man's cum off the floor while the other man fucks your wife right in front of you?

By the time I looked up, my wife was bouncing up and down on Dr Castle's cock violently, and spasming with seemingly endless orgasms that flowed from one into the other. Her massive tits bounced seductively in front of me, and she smiled happily, as if she was making a show of what I would never have again.

They fucked like that for ages, as if they had forgot about me. I didn't know what to do. Strangely, I wanted acknowledgement that I had finished, and the fact that what was maybe the most humiliating thing I would ever do was not important enough for them to take special notice of frustrated me. At the same time, I knew it would be even more humiliating to ask for their attention, to ask Dr Castle if I had finished to his satisfaction. I was froze there, watching my wife being pleasured by another man's cock, unable to do anything but stare at his cock sliding in and out of her, and her gorgeous golden blond hair thrashing and flowing with the spasms of her ecstacy. She came over and over agan.

After ages, they changed positions so that he was standing, and she knelt in front of him to suck his cock. Even with both hands gripping it, there was still plenty of length for her to move her mouth up and down on top of it. My cock is an average size, but I could help but feel so much less than this man's huge member. My wife had to stretch her mouth to fit it in, and it she managed to go down to impressive depths to take his cock in.

She moved back and forth on his cock so enthusiastically that her tits shook with every thrust. I couldn't help but be hypnotized by their swaying and jiggling. My wife had a body that would make a porn star envious, and even though she was betraying the sanctity of our marriage right in front of me, the raw animal lust for her body made me turned on by seeing her like this.

After a long time in which Dr Castle leisurely enjoyed my wife tending to his cock, he tensed up, as if something powerful was building up inside him. "HHNNNN!!" he grunted, and started to shoot out streams of cum onto my wife. After having cum so much onto the floor, I couldn't believe a man could have so much cum inside him. My wife held Dr Castle's cock at a short distance from her mouth, and as thick streams squirted out from the tip, she lapped at it with her tongue like a cat licking up milk. Her intent wasn't so much to drink it though, the movements of her mouth were just an erotic show, and what an erotic show it was! Really, though, she let most of the cum dribble down her chin and drop in thick, fat stringy droplets onto her tits and down her cleavage. It seemed to be one of Dr Castle's fetishes that he liked to see huge tits marked with his cum all over them. He looked on approvingly as she wore his cum like an honored dress.

She stood up, and the two of them stood side by side to look at me. I couldn't help but look at my wife, drenched in Dr Castle's cum. No pornographer could create an image of a woman so powerfully sexual as my wife, and even though it was another man's cum, I felt a lust for her like I never imagined I could. They both had such a casual demeanor, as if standing completely naked, my wife soaked in cum, was the most natural thing in the world. Dr Castle had his arm around my wife's waist, and she casually rested her hand on his erection. His cock was still erect! I couldn't even believe it. It was only slightly less hard than before, but looked as though it was merely resting before the next inevitable session, which it anticipated soon.

"Well, John," Dr Castle said, "I think I've made my point now. You've shown a sensible amount of obedience. You may go through the other door. Tara, dear, why don't you help him up." Tara picked up a small scalpel from the tray beside Dr Castle's chair, and she then walked over behind me and bent down. Dr Castle continued speaking. "Tara will cut your legs free so that you can walk, but you'll understand if I leave your hands tied for now. Even though you aren't much of a threat in your weakened state, I don't want to have any unnecessary hassles." Tara cut the plastic strap on my legs. Unfortunately, Dr Castle was right. I would have loved to jumped to my feet and maybe done some kind of action hero move like kick him and maybe grab a knife to cut my hands free or something like that. However, my atrophied muscles found it hard to even stand up fully, and I needed Tara's help just to get up.

I began shuffling toward the door on the other side of the room. I must have looked a stupid and embarrassing site, with my patients smock exposing my backside, walking feebly forward like a decrepit old man, and some residual cum smeared around my mouth. I could feel Dr Castle's mocking eyes and amused laughter as I went toward the door. Each step was an effort, and it took agonizingly long to get there, but I was motivated by the promise of freedom on the other side of that door to keep going, despite the pain in my legs and the exhaustion in my body.

"Tell me John," Dr Castle began, walking beside me. It was strange to have this man walking beside me, his cock swaying gently side to side as he walked along, and my wife, with one arm around me and another holding me, her firm massive breasts pressing up against me, and soaking my patient's smock with Dr Castle's cum. The strange casualness they had about their sexuality was somehow disturbing. They truly did live in a different world. "As a psychiatrist, I am curious about your feelings right now. How do you feel at this moment?"

"I just want to leave," I said flatly, not wanting to satisfy him with expressing all my rage, confusion, yearning, lust, love, hurt and every other feeling. I felt so betrayed by my wife, Tara, that I didn't know how I could ever forgive her, and yet wanted to believe that this was all just some kind of wild, experiment in life that she would come back from. Can you believe I still loved her? Even after all that, if I stopped believing that the love we had was real, then I don't know if I would ever again believe in love at all, and that was too frightening to consider. What Tara and I had for all these years was too deep, too powerful to just be taken away, to not be true.

"Of course you want to leave," Dr Castle said, "after being so thoroughly humiliated, I can only imagine that you would want to get as far from this situation as possible. I mean, I would never allow myself to be as humiliated as you have done, so I can only guess at your feelings, but it seems only natural. What I want to know, though, is what do you hope for next? After you go through that door and you're free, where will you go? What will you do?" I started to think that Dr Castle wanted to know what I was going to do so that he could maybe keep tabs on me, for his safety. He had to know that I would probably want to kill him. I thought about denying it, but then I thought that maybe if I admitted to it, and gave him a false sense of security in that he would mistakenly believe he could do something about it to stop me, maybe I could beat him by out thinking him.

"I'm going to kill you," I said. "I'm going to live my life, and build up again, and when I'm strong, I'm going to come after you."

"Ha ha ha!" Dr Castle laughed, as if I had just scored on him in a game of tennis and he was being sporting. "That's very commendable. You can try, but you will fail, and I have to warn you that other men have found that trying to do just that has ended very badly for them. However, it's natural for a man like you to want to contemplate your futile revenge. It's your only way of dealing with the shame of what you've experienced. Still, you must have plans for your life. You've been trapped in the hell of that hospital bed for so long now. Surely you've fantasized about returning to being able to do the simple things in life. To go out with friends, to enjoy walking outside in the breeze, to have the freedom to come and go as you please."

I think I understood his game. He was trying to make me think that coming after him was impossible, and so I should focus on moving on with my life, as if I should be grateful just to have a normal life and put the resentment of how he stole all these months - and my wife! - away from me. I saw through that, and knew that I would never lose my intention to kill this man. At the same time, though, I knew I could just save that feeling inside of me. The fact was that at the same time, I did want to just be free.

You can't imagine the hell of being trapped inside a hospital bed, trapped inside your own body. That alone would make the notion of freedom more desirable than anything else. However, to also have suffered watching your whole life, the love of your life, slowly stolen away from you right in front of you, makes the whole experience beyond any explanation that can really convey horror. Dr Castle was right that even just to be able to walk down the street felt like heaven.

"Yes," I said, "I just want to be free. I don't want anything else. Just to be away from that hospital bed is all I need." By this point I had reached the door, and wanted to open it, but I couldn't with my hands strapped behind my back. I had to wait until they let me through.

Tara opened the door, and there was a long hallway with a few doors along the side and another door at the other end. Tara began to escort me down the hallway, toward the other door. She leaned back to give Dr Castle a passionate kiss, and then she closed the door behind us.

He demeanor changed as soon as the door was closed. She seemed anxious all of the sudden. We moved forward a few steps and then she leaned in and whispered to me.

"I'm so sorry John!" She said, and my heart almost exploded with relief. She continued, saying, "He has a hold on me John, and I have to do what he says! I'm sorry I had to act that way in front of you. It broke my heart to watch you be tortured like that!". She reached behind me and untied my arms. I was weak, but I hugged her as hard as I could. She hugged back, and even though her massive tits pushed Dr Castle's cum all the more into my patient's smock, my feelings of relief and love were too much too care.

"I knew it, I knew you couldn't have just abandoned me," I said, tears of joy streaming down my face.

"He did things to me while we were away in Europe, John, and he took me to places, places where I watched people get tortured, and I got scared and had to pretend I was his," Tara said. "When he told me his plan for you, I didn't want to do it, but I knew I had to as it was the only way to get you free."

"You did the right thing," I said. "Oh, God, Tara, I love you so much!" I hugged her again, and I didn't want to let go. She hugged me back, but then let go and said, "We don't have much time. Dr Castle will get suspicious if I'm away too long. He's an evil and sadistic man, John. You have to get stronger and come rescue me. Will you do that John? Will you come and save me from him?"

"Yes!" I practically yelled, though it came out as a hoarse whisper. "I'll fucking kill him if I have to, but I will do whatever it takes to get you back. I'll save you!!" I felt so good knowing that Tara wanted me, and wanted me to be the hero.

We hurried to the door at the end of the hallway. She said that there would be clothes for me to change into and I could go outside and get a taxi. Before she opened the door, she turned to me, and looked up at me with her big beautiful eyes and said "John, I need to know, do you still love me? Even after everything you saw me do? Even after I had Dr Castle's cock deep inside me right in front of you?" As she spoke, she squeezed her upper arms so that her huge breasts pushed out. Dr Castle's cum trickled down their massive orb shape, emphasizing their size and roundness.

"Yes," I said, unable to deny it, "I knew that you weren't really this cruel. I love you more than anything else in this world". We kissed, and even though both of our mouths tasted like Dr Castle's cum, I didn't care because with this kiss, I felt all the fear I had of losing her wash away.

In fact, I was even more attracted to her now. She absolutely radiated sex now, as if it were an energy that could be physically be felt pulling me into her. She was always drop dead gorgeous, and the center of attention, but now that she had become completely in control of her sexual nature, it was a whole different level. Before she knew she was beautiful, but she always coyly danced around the subject, as people are taught to do. Now she was free from anything that held her back, and she could see herself the way lustful men did. Her incredible beauty was now a fact that she had mastery over, and it was hard not to be pulled into that reality.

She smiled broadly, and then hugged me with a strong, loving hug. Then she stood back, and turned so she was to the side but a little behind me, but able to reach ahead of me and open the door. While the door opened, I was still looking back at Tara's big, beautiful smile, and I felt hope. A hope that when this madness ended, my real Tara would come back to me. There would be difficulties, of course, but I knew that I could over come it all. I just needed to take that first step out the door.

I turned and looked through the door.

"NNOOOO!!" I screamed hoarsely, and as soon as I did, I felt a needle in the back of my neck, and by the time I had even stopped screaming, the needle was pulled out again, and I crumbled to the floor.

It was the door to my hospital room. Right across from the door was my hospital bed that had been my prison and front row seat to hell all these months. A corner of the freshly cleaned bedsheets was even turned open as if to be inviting, like a bed in a hotel room.

There was no freedom, it was all just an evil, unimaginably sadistic trick they were playing on me! They just wanted the satisfaction of building up my hopes as much as possible before taking it all away again. Just as Tara had done by making me think she was going to save me before taking me to Dr Castle.

As I fell to the floor, the medicine in the syringe Tara had been hiding in one hand the whole time began to take effect, I could hear a door open, and I feel in such a way as to see Dr Castle walking down the hall toward us. Hewalked confidently toward us, his massive cock swaying side to side with weight and power, like some kind of weapon of war.