I Was Cured

The first young woman reappeared and looked straight at me. She walked slowly around and lifted my penis with the tip of a riding crop, carrying a microphone in the other hand. "Nice size, not too big or small, but the testicles hang too low so we will need extra twine ladies!" This was news to me as I thought I had regular balls, but she said it with such confidence that I guess she knew what she was talking about. Hadrianus did not fare so well as he was told that with such a tiny penis they would have to use the EXTRA SMALL stimulator, sparking a roar of laughter that did not abate for some time.

She then announced that there was to be a slight change in the proceedings to "help reduce the risk of damage to the runners". Upon hearing this an audible moan went through the crowd, although if they had known what was coming her statement would have instead been greeted with applause.

With what only can be a described as a classic shit-eating grin military-girl went on to explain that we would now have a chance to "... lighten our load and desensitize ourselves!" This would increase our running time without the leather jacket thus enabling us to get to the finish line faster. It was so comforting to know that they had our best interests at heart! It was pretty obvious were this was going and she did not disappoint when we were told we had five minutes to masturbate on the podium in full view of everyone and finish into a glass. At this point Nellie and Hadrianus' missus each produced a glass wiggling them at both of us as she explained that the contents would still have to be "consumed" just as if they would have been at the end of the race.

I'm sure I couldn't perform even if I wanted to but for some reason Hadrianus decided that this was a good idea. He quickly started in on a five-knuckle-shuffle worthy of a teenage boy with a view into the girls' locker room. The ladies in the audience seemed to love this and shouted encouragement as well as a count-down on each minute.

I inched away from him and stood trying my best to ignore what was happening a few feet from me and tune out the taunts and requests for me to join in. At about the three minute mark I noticed that there were more and more men close by than there had been before and they were continuing to move in closer. Hadrianus must have noticed too as he yelled something about women-only and he wasn't going to be able to do this with so many men close by. I'm not homophobic but I couldn't jack-off in-front of a group of men either. Then it dawned on me. I couldn't believe it but the bitches must have orchestrated this so that once the five minute mark was reached we would not only not be de-sensitized but would probably be ready to pop after only a few laps. Hadrianus, coming to the same realization quickly gave up in despair.

The donning of the rope shirt, stimulator and silk 'repository' was not as embarrassing as I thought it would be. I guess I was getting used to being an exhibitionist, albeit a very reluctant one. However, the insertion of the vibrator was problematic. Apparently the girls had not thought this one through as inserting an object larger than the hole it is intended for requires some force even using their little twisting motion trick. As we were up on a box in empty air there was nothing to hold on to or push back from and no amount of lube would overcome Newton's Laws. They reluctantly had to accept defeat and brought us down to for this addition to the costume.

Once they were done I saw Nellie looking very pleased with herself and decided that I might not get another chance so I would try one last time. "Nellie, I'm sorry if I hurt you. Please reconsider and let me explain away from these people. You still have the power to stop this right up until the starting gun. If you force me into this I know you will regret it for the rest of your life."

Her reply was expected but still gut wrenchingly disappointing. "YOU'RE SORRY! LET YOU EXPLAIN!! Isn't that the mantra of every cheating bastard when they are caught?" Her eyes growing colder and angrier as every word left her mouth.

"You have been deceiving me for a long time now Vito and you expect me to hear one more set of lies now that you have been caught. It crushed me to discover how you fucked all those women behind my back while I waited at home for you! I will not regret anything, but you soon will! YOU! YOU did this to YOURSELF Vito!" she hissed.

After regaining her composure somewhat and in a surprisingly upbeat voice she continued, "Once you have been punished and cured we can go on with our lives with the GUARENTEE that you will be faithful from now on. Sure, I have the power but I will not and do not want to stop it. This will be good for you. You will be cured of your sick desires and I will then forgive you. Don't worry, no matter how much damage is done to your manhood I will still love you and we can work out a way for you to continue to give me pleasure."

For some reason up until this point I was still clinging to the faint sliver of a hope this was just a charade to scare me straight and perhaps a big Candid Camera moment would occur just in time, leaving everyone falling about in laughter. However having seen Hadrianus' expression of sheer defeat and heard my wife's matter-of-fact and self-righteousness tone finally closed the door on that.

Nellie had snapped, and this was very real.

Finally a bell was rung and we were led over to the starting line. It would have been a relief to be off that damn box if I hadn't known where we were headed next.

My wife was right there by my side, well at least physically, and we were frog marched to the starting line. Nellie and Laima then stepped back behind me leaving me alone.

Without warning I felt a hand roughly push between my legs from behind and the twine around my gonads now pulled tight, very tight. I felt the splash of water on my leg from a small pail used to wet the rope around Hadrianus' crotch. My final wet down never came and I realized that whoever was 'pulling the strings' here wanted me to be gelded no matter what.

With no hand left to play I tuned out the chaos around me and waited for it to begin.

The starter's pistol report echoed around the walls of the town square and Hadrianus was out of the gate on fast but jellied legs. After a few seconds his gait started to regain some semblance of that of a normal man. Albeit a man who was practically naked save for some perverted medieval torture device! He was rapidly starting to come to attention so it looked like Mrs. Hadrianus had wasted no time and started to play early.

I stayed in place until the utter shock on the spectator's faces had dissipated and they started hurling insults at me either suggesting cowardice on my part or sincerely questioning the existence of my masculinity. I'm not sure if the latter was an attempt at humor or unintended irony, but irony often escapes the hard-of-thinking so I'm going to go with that.

Slowly and purposefully I stepped across the starting line officially entering into the race. I looked around until I finally spotted the two women and then headed towards off towards them.

As I got closer to Nellie and Laima I could see they were both equally perplexed and furious. This is not the way it was supposed to transpire. Right about now my appendage and strung-up "boys" should at least be bouncing around their second or third lap.

What Nellie had really wanted during the morning was for me to beg instead of straight forward pleas for common sense and decency to prevail. It was simultaneously both annoying and disconcerting that she didn't get it. She thought my warnings of her future regrets were targeted at her living a life with a eunuch, but now she realized that there might be more too it.

"What are you doing?" cried Laima and Nellie almost in sync.

"You are running out of time Vito! ... Better get going! Your little friend is nearly on his 3rd lap," and with a smile and a wink to Laima Nellie made a show of pressing the button on her hand controller. "Let's get going Vito! BUZZ, BUZZ, BUZZZZZ!"

I had to admit it the up-the-butt thing was not as uncomfortable as I had imagined and could see why it might help things along, but the overall effect was still lost on me. As far as I'm concerned, my hole has an implicit "Exit-Only" sign on it. Anyway, it was certainly not having the desired silk-sock-filling effect but Nellie and Laima were clearly enjoying themselves anyway with the controller. So as not to spoil their fun I said nothing.

"Why are you here and not running?" asked Laima, placing her hand on my crotch caressing my balls. An erection in public is part of the humiliation, and so far I wasn't playing the game.

"If you ladies would give me a little of your time I will explain."

"Hah!" Nellie cried indignantly. "You my dear are the one without any time and we have plenty so please go ahead."

I paused to compose my thoughts and then began. "If you recall, I requested that you stop this sick game many times before it started. I asked that you give me the chance to explain but you did nothing but stand by and enjoy my humiliation and fear. If I was guilty of what you claim then cleaning me out in a divorce would be a justified punishment, but this! This is barbaric and the pleasure you seem to be gaining from it makes me want to vomit."

For the first time in many long hours the balance of power started to turn and I sure as hell was not going to give it back.

By now, a not so small ensemble had gathered around the three of us all anxious to know why a runner would be so dumb or so crazy as to waste very valuable time talking to his wife and her friend, or even talking to anyone for that matter.

I took charge. "First, I need you to walk with me to the center of the square, and Laima, tell anyone who approaches within twenty feet of us to please leave us alone. I will leave it up to you to come up with a good reason but make sure it happens as I guarantee that what I am about to say, you will NOT want to be public knowledge."

"And what if we don't?" spat Nellie, still holding on to the notion that I was bluffing and getting more and more annoyed with me.

I turned to Laima and slowly enunciated three words loud enough that any camera's microphone close-by could catch them. "Council ... insufficient ... weak."

For a second Laima looked puzzled, then pale and rapidly grabbed Nellie by the arm with a force that said "DO NOT ARGUE!" The crowd that surrounded us separated and started to follow but Laima turned and barked something in Testonian stopping everyone in their tracks. I had the feeling that Laima had some power in this town and that just confirmed it. Things were going to get interesting from here on in.

Upon reaching the center I looked around and was satisfied that no one was within earshot.

"What I am about to tell you is something neither of you will like, but it is the truth none the less. And of course you are both free to, and in fact I encourage you to, verify it."

"First, in all of our fourteen years together I have never cheated on you Nellie, although I can tell you I have had several opportunities."

Nellie nearly exploded. "This is why you brought us out here into the sun, to lie to me again!! I know you cheated you dumb ass; I have proof! I'm sure you are now very sorry but really you are only sorry that you have been caught!"

I let her expel all remaining vitriol until she eventually ran out of steam and quieted enough allowing me to begin again. "Last night while you were out bumping and grinding I did some research. First, I looked up the so called 'evidence' you claimed to have of my philandering on your Facebook account." I paused and looked askance. "I have to ask, did either of you actually look at those pictures?"

"Of course! They showed YOU in various hotels kissing and being intimate with several women! You were even caught walking a woman into her room and having sex with her. I think my PI did a very thorough job of documenting those encounters." She indignantly informed me.

I sighed. "I agree, he did a very good job of documentation, just not ACCURATE and COMPLETE documentation. OK, I can see you are having a hard time taking all this in so let's take it a step at a time. The lady I was photographed kissing most egregiously is Alice DesJardin and she works for one of our largest customers."

"So you had to FUCK HER for the business, is that it Vito? That's supposed to make it alright?" she spat back.

I let the insult slide. "Please let me finish before you jump to any more fallacious conclusions than you already have. We were at a conference in Philly and what you saw was Alice and I at dinner with her husband David. I count them as friends and have even eaten at their house a couple of times while in town."

Nellie still looked unconvinced so I continued. "I don't know if you gals noticed but on two of the photographs you can see David's arm and shoulder as he sat next to his wife. Mysteriously, his arm has been blurred even though the rest of the photo is in focus. Weird don't you think?!! What is even more bizarre," I added in a mock perplexed tone, "is when you zoom in you can really see the piss-poor job that was made of pasting sections of the background to try and erase his arm and shoulder. There was no attempt to even try and feather it in!"

I paused letting my latest volley penetrate. "But I have to admit that it is true that I kissed Alice in the lobby of the hotel, and that is one of the few photos that are not doctored."

Nellie's look of concern quickly morphed in to a smile of vindication until I continued.

"What you need to consider is that as her name would suggest she French, le vrai de vrai en fait! And as such kissing a friend of the opposite gender on the cheek is perfectly normal and innocent. Your photo is at such a distance and angle that I have to admit that at first blush it does look somewhat passionate but it wasn't."

"What about going into HER room?" demanded Nellie.

"Now this is where it gets interesting. If your PI had been honest he would have told you that Mr. DesJardin had walked into that room only seconds before. And no, he is not some willing cuckold who gets off on seeing his wife with other men. Alice wanted me there to discuss her plans for restructuring her company's firewall and DMZ and did not want any eaves dropping by other conference attendees. Mr. DesJardin was understandably quickly bored with our tech talk of tunneling and SSH weaknesses so he watched TV. "

"Your PI's report is accurate in that he wrote, Mr. Russo kissed Mrs. DesJardin in the lobby of the hotel and later entered her room staying approximately 1 hour and 45 minutes. I agree to, and stand by this description of events but I hope you can see how much he lied by omission."

"There are two instances where there are the pictures showing actual sex and all cases they show a man of my build and hair coloring from the back and side, never straight on and never in good lighting. I bet PI-guy told you that they were grainy because of the stealthy nature of the camera being used?" Nellie didn't answer but the fact that her eyes would not meet mine told me I was right on the money.

"The ones from the side shows my face but again if you look closely you will see that the shadows are in the wrong place and do not match those on the rest of the man or woman's bodies. Nellie, all you have is a bunch of very poorly doctored images. Since I wasn't in the photographs depicting sex I can't recognize that lady, but most of the women with whom I am seen being 'intimate' I do know, and I'm sure I can easily get sworn affidavits from them stating that nothing inappropriate occurred between us."

"I won't bore you by deconstructing every image on your Facebook page but they were all as equally shabbily Photoshopped as the ones I am describing. Had you actually spent a more than a few seconds looking at them and zoomed in on a few you would have seen that. Tiny things, like erasing pens and paper, blurring co-workers or inching hands or bodies closer than they actually were, but even without PhotoShop he chose only those shots with the most wide-eyed smiles and suggestive or obtuse angles."

"You know, he was so consistently fraudulent that I looked him up. It turns out I have an 'enquiring mind' as he also works as a free-lance photographer and investigator mainly for the National Enquirer!"

Laima looked on questioning, but Nellie's face said it all. I had to then add, "Yes, such a Bastion of truth and objectivity in the journalistic world."

"To top it all off I don't know how you could be so stupid as to offer to pay a bonus if he could find evidence of cheating!" I said.

"I'm so sorry Vito, I just wanted him to make sure he worked as hard as he could, I never thought he would make it all up." Sobbed Nellie, nervously looking at her friend. "But if you have known all this since late last night why didn't you say something?"

"Well, if you recall I did TRY! Several times!!" I barked making both women step back. "I couldn't risk being overhead for two reasons; one I had to use illegal means to find those photos, and two, by submitting the photos you put yourself in a whole heap of trouble. I was hoping you would come to your senses and allow me explain privately, but now I realize that just as you both WANTED to believe your PI, you both WANTED to see me suffer!"

The ugly truth was beginning to sink in and yet I had only just started.

"All of this began because of my work schedule and innuendo and gossip from people with nothing better to do with their lives! Do you know what it takes for me to provide for our family, thus ensuring that you can spend your days in the gym, shopping and lunching with friends? DO YOU!"

"You knew I grew up poor, but you have no idea, nor can appreciate what poor really means. Pulling myself out of the hole I was born into and subsequently keeping us from sliding back into it required many long, hard hours. But all I did during those hours was work, goddamn it!"

Nellie countered, "Two of my friends know several people at your office and both have sworn they heard from several sources that you are a well-known womanizer. They can't have made that up."

"You are right they did not make that up," I retorted, making Nellie suddenly pleased with herself again.

"Either those people do not know me or they intentionally misled you. Did you at any time pause to consider how common our family name is and how many Italian immigrants share it? Vito is also a very common Christian name but in my case, as I'm sure you are aware, I go by Vito because it's short for Vittorio. Outside of work everyone knows me as Vito but to avoid CONFUSION in the office I go by Vittorio."

Nellie looked at first perplexed then closely followed by an 'oh fuck' moment.

"Ah, yes! I see that the penny has dropped and that you know where this is going. Indeed, there are two men called Vito Russo in my office and the other one is a well-known player. I'm sorry but I don't have my cell phone on me. Fuck! I don't even have pockets, but if I did I could at least show the company directory."

I could see the wheels were turning but Nellie was still not convinced. "What about your obvious come-on to Laima? Are you saying that Laima is lying when she said you asked her to have sex with her?"

"No not at all," I again answered, again bringing back the grin of satisfaction on Nellie's face.

"You know I was scratching my head for some time last night before I finally realized what had to have happened when you said that I had 'propositioned' Laima."

"Whenever I travel I think it is respectful to have first learned some basics of the local language, and since this one was a close derivative of Latin I felt pretty confident in my abilities. Unfortunately this time I learned only enough to be dangerous."