Have a Ball in Aruba

The “Have a Ball In Aruba” Club





Poor Dave didn’t realize that the wives liked Aruba for more than just the beaches


As I was packing I couldn’t help being uneasy. My wife Mary could see it in my
face and tried to bring me out of it. " your going to have a great time,
you’ll see ". " it will be almost like going there for the first time all over
again ". I looked at her and tried to smile but it didn’t work. " look, you’ll
meet all those other guys that you use to see having fun at the other end of
the pool area, the ones that kinda keep to themselves but had a good time
without always guzzling beer after beer and checking out every women with a
trim ass! ". I know, your right, it’s just going to be a BIG adjustment for
me. I think I’m going to find it much more difficult to meet the women face to
face than the men, I mean , hell, I can only remember some of the ladies but I
know there was a room full!! I’ll think every women I talk to or even walk by
will have been there that night. "Look Dave, if they were there than they know
how to handle themselves, they’ll be very understanding, and if they weren’t
then it won’t matter, right". I guess your right.

"Dave, did you see my little beach pouch, you know, the one you gave me!!".
Very funny, I really didn’t have much choice did I, and " no " I didn’t see
it. I think you had it last time you went out with your girl friends, you know
how you like to tell them it was a present from me.

The flight down from Boston takes about 6 1/2 hours, I started to read a book
but soon found myself half daydreaming and looking out the window. I started
to think back about last years trip down to our time-share and how that and
the five trips before it were different than this flight back. This time I’ll
be a whole different man!

Last year everything started out the same. We arrived at the Aruba Beach
around 3:00 o’clock in the afternoon. It took a little longer because this
time I rented a car for the week at the airport, I thought I’d get some golf
in this trip if I could get an early or a late tee time, trying to play in the
middle of the is like playing in the Sahara desert.

We arrived at our room and I did my disappearing act while Mary unpacked all
the bags. I headed for the pool bar. I remember seeing old friends on the way,
especially Julie, she was one sweet little piece of ass! She had short black
hair, the cutest face, big dimples and a perpetual smile. Her body was almost
too muscular to be girlish. I was told by Mary that she teaches tennis. Most
men would like to have her arm and leg muscles, although she wasn’t that tall,
about 5 feet I guessed. I remember Mary telling me she was 38 years old, boy,
she didn’t even look 28 with those firm breasts and tight ass! I remember how
she flirted with me, touching and patting my stomach, telling me how it looked
like I trimmed down since she saw me last year. I remember thinking how I’d
love to have that little pixie on top of me riding my cock, oh well, things
change. Boy, how they change!

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I remember meeting Mary later as she was talking with some of her old friends,
actually she only became friendly with most of them just last year which kind
of surprised me because Mary wasn’t one to mix easily. It seemed kind of
strange to me at the time when they all greeted me so warmly, hugging me and
kissing my cheek when I hardly knew them.

The next day I remember Mary starting on me to go golfing seeing as how I
dragged my clubs all the way down from Boston. Thinking back, it was more her
idea for me to bring them in the first place. I tried calling the only club on
the island with no luck, unless I was willing to play mid-day, which I wasn’t.
The early and late times where all taken by club regulars, the rich business
men from Venezuela. Mary said I should ask Julie if she could speak to someone
at the club, she had made friends with a very wealthy lady there that could
most likely get me in. I didn’t at first but after another day of trying I
agreed that it was probably the only way I would get to play. It was all set
after only one phone call. I was on the list to play the next day at 5:00 in
the afternoon.

When I arrived at the course I remember thinking that I would probably be
paired up with someone. I can remember how shocked I was when I found out it
was the rich bitch that Julie had called to get me in at this time. After the
introductions and I found out her name was Rose, short for a long Spanish
name, we hit the links. She played well and we made small talk as walked. She
was polite and congenial in a business sort of way but she never really smiled
the whole time we played.

When we were finishing the last hole she surprised me by asking me to her
house near the club to cool of with a cold drink. I wasn’t physically
attracted to her, she was of average looks and older than my 39 years, I
guessed her to be late 40’s, and she really had to work on her personality but
I thought it might get me back in to the club for one more round of golf
before I go home.

I remember being impressed with the house as we drove through the gates. She
took me around to the back that had a large patio with a pool and a Jacuzzi. I
remember telling her that the pool looked great, to bad I didn’t have any
swimming trunks. She told never mind about the trunks, "I’ve seen men’s
penis’s before". With that she left to make us drinks. Left alone I remember
thinking " what the hell, I’m a grown boy", with that I striped and jumped
into the pool. When she return with the drinks she surprised me again, I
thought for sure she would join me in the pool, but instead brought the drink
to me and then sat in a chair and just watched me as I swam around.

The first drink went fast because of the heat of the day and the golf game and
she said she would make another. As she got up to get it I remember her
telling me to try the Jacuzzi.

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While she was gone I jumped from the pool to the Jacuzzi. The water was warmer
than the pool but I figured it would help leg muscles that were sore after
climbing the hilly course. Soon she returned with the drinks and like before
she gave me mine and returned to her chair. I remember starting to down the
second drink fast like the first one when it hit me. I remember every thing
getting fuzzy although I was still conscious. Everything seemed to be getting
very warm, it was if the water temperature was going up fast!

After some time of me cooking like a lobster, two women from inside the house
came over to me and told me to get out. I tried to stand but I remember my
leg’s feeling like rubber. The two of them grabbed me under the arms and help
lift me from the Jacuzzi and brought me over to my host. Standing in front of
her with the help of the two women, she looked me over, then reached out and
cupped my hanging balls in her hand and said something like " I’ll have you
back again for dinner". Then she stretched them out with one hand and in the
other she held something that was sparking electricity ( later I guessed it a
stun gun) with that she placed one electrode on each nut then looked up at me
and smiled then pressed the trigger.

When I came to I was in an old building lying on a rough table. I was barely
half conscious but three things I could make out or feel. 1. the room was
unbelievably hot, at least 100 degrees. 2. there were a lot of people near me.
and 3. they were just finishing shaving my cock and balls. I remember a women
saying lets get him to the wall before he comes too any more. With that I
could feel dozen’s of hands get me off the table and walk me to a bigger room.
I was held with my back against a wall while a strap was pulled around my
midsection trapping my arms to my sides. It was a very uncomfortable position
because I was forced to bend my knees because of two blocks of wood attached
to the wall just above my shoulders. Next my feet were spread apart and tied
to rings attached to the floor. The one thing that I didn’t notice until later
was the two small metal bar’s under each arm pit.

Once I was secured in place the women called out and the room before me filled
with women, all talking and laughing. Some waved to me, I heard a few call my
name " hi Dave ", others just looked at me and smiled.

I stood there slowly coming back to reality trying to make sense of it all.

Two months after going home all the piece’s of the puzzle were put together
for me by Mary and I can see everything was done for a reason.

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It seems years ago when my "golf partner " Rose was a girl of ************ she
was ****d by her drunken father on a regular bases until she ran away when she
was 17. Over the year’s she became wealthy and powerful. She started getting
back at men by bringing them to her home and brutally castrating them. With
her money she could buy off local officials in Venezuela. When she built the
big house on Aruba she needed to continue her work! She found that an
occasional tourist would do! Usually someone at one of the many local bars,
drunk and trying to score with one of the local women. They were most always
noticed by the local men which fit into her plan, for when they were found the
next day minus there balls it was thought to be the work of a pissed off
boyfriend. Strange thing though, every so often she would hear back from
different people that when the couple returned the following year for there
time-share week, the wife was happy about the new arrangement.

This started her thinking of a way to satisfy her perverted needs with an
endless supply of swinging testicles and at the same time make for some very
happy wives. She started this whole thing, her new " wives club " about seven
years ago. It was slow to get going the first four years, because it had to be
done very discreetly, but soon more and more ladies were returning and talking
about it. A new candidate had to be brought into the group very carefully, but
once they were confidant that the wife was ready, it was amazing how easy it
was to set up the whole plan to have there husband " fixed ".

So here I was, strapped to this wall with my cock and balls shaved sweating my
ass off.

If I wasn’t so scared and confused I would have thought I was at " bingo night
". I tried to talk to them to let me go, what did they think they were doing!
They ignored me for the most part. When I started to yell a couple of women
came from the side over to me and tried to calm me down. They told me it would
start in a couple of minutes and that I should just try to get through it all
the best I could! "Get through what" I screamed.

Just then Julie came over to me with her big smile and looking cute as a
button wearing shorts and a bikini top. I pleaded with her to get me out of
this. She just hugged me and kissed my cheek and told me to be strong! I
remember her telling me it was going to hurt a lot and that it would take
about a half an hour but that I would be fine when it was done.

She told me that every one of the ladies get a turn and that it was here’s.
She started to look for a candidate last year out of three husbands and that
she finally picked me. I remember her telling me that Mary was all for it but
the wives are not allowed to be there the night of there husbands
rearrangement but that she was to one last year when we were here. I asked her
what the hell are you talking about? What are you people going to do?

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Dave, just listen to me and try to stay calm if you can because nothing is
going to change the outcome.

We have this building that’s far from any people so nobody can hear you yell.
We keep the place closed up all day so that the temperature is really hot. We
need to have your balls really loose and soft. Dave your going to lose your
balls tonight!!

I remember looking at her in disbelief. Dave, this will hurt a great deal, but
it will be over in about a half an hour. Your just going to have to get
through it the best you can. The sooner you resign yourself to the fact that
your not going to leave here with them the better.

I remember being in shock. Julie I asked, I thought you liked me, why are you
doing this!

She told me she did like me, a lot, but that wasn’t the point. She told me
that none of the wives did this out of anger, but that there relationship with
there husbands would be much better. That without the need to keep performing
the sex act with there wives as they age and there drive keeps diminishing,
the men are much happier. The wife on the other hand will continue to
masturbate as always since most did anyway after there husbands left them
frustrated by climaxing way to fast. She told me Mary’s favorite way was to
press her pussy against the corner of the washing machine and set it to spin
cycle.

I remember standing there stunned by what I was hearing. I can still feel the
heat of the room and my body covered with sweat. My legs were starting to get
sore from being bent, the blocks above my shoulders keep me from standing up.
I tried to slid down to the floor and straighten my legs out but I found the
metal bars under my arm pits had a dull edge that dug into my soft flesh.

I remember another women close to me that Julie said was named Sue, and that
she would be helping her. Sue was drying the sweet from my face and giving me
water to drink and every so often speak words of encouragement to me, always
with a gentle smile on her face. I tried looking around the room for someone
to help me out of this mess. Most of the women looked to be in the mid
thirty’s to mid fifties. I saw four or five of them that I recognized seeing
around the pool or at the beech. When I called out for help most of them
ignored me, a few just waved and smiled.

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The next thing I remember is Julie coming back to me carrying a small bench
which she placed on the floor in front of me.

Next she told me what it was she was going to do to me and why.

Dave, I know this is going to sound really bad to you and in the short term it
is. What the ladies club has done is make this into somewhat of a contest for
us women. It’s awfully painful for you guy’s but it’s only for a couple of
day’s then you start felling better. We try to justify the pain as temporary,
much like a women having a baby and plenty of gals have more then one. So the
end justifies the means.

Now for how we do it. First I’m going to oil your balls up real good with baby
oil. That let’s my hands slid down your scrotum fast and easy. See the object
of the game is to keep pulling on them to get them to hang down more and the
one that gets them the lowest gets the title of the "best ball puller". I’ve
been runner up for the last two years now and I’m getting tired of it. I want
to be "number 1". What I’ve got to do is try to rip the tubes and ducts that
run from your testicles to your internal organs free. We try to put as much
strain on your lower stomach muscles as possible that’s why your strapped that
way with your legs bent. First Sue and I will masturbate you until you climax,
enjoy it, it will be you last one. That will relax the internal organs. That
will get things started. From then on I’ll give you a hard kick to the stomach
before each pull. But don’t worry we’ll stop a couple of times for you to
rest.

I know this seem’s like a lot for you to go through, and it is when you think
all we really need to do is just snip them off, but this is our big night out,
every timeshare week there’s a whole other group of wives doing the same thing
all over again. This will hurt for a couple of days but then you’ll live a
much better life after it’s over and you’ll adjust, trust me.

So why don’t we get started Dave, try not to tense up to much and they’ll pull
free with less pain.

OK big guy, are you ready.

With that I remember her sitting down on the bench that was place the long way
going away from me. Her legs straddled on each side. She leaned back on the
bench to measure the distance for her arms to reach. When she was satisfied
she sat up and put some more oil on her hands and rubbed them fast to warm
them up.

Sue took the towel and gave my face one last rub.

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Julie’s fingers circled my scrotum just above my balls and pulled them down,
firm but not hard. Come on, try to relax baby, it will go faster.

With that, Sue started to play with my cock, rubbing and pulling my foreskin
back. With my sensitive head uncovered she rubbed an oily finger over it. It
didn’t take to long for me to have an erection to which the ladies all cheered
and clapped. Julie started rubbing and massaging my poor balls. Her hands felt
wonderful as she played with them as they hung free, soft and venerable from
the heat of the room.

I remember looking at Sue and how she looked like any typical soccer mom. I
tried to imagine her driving a minivan to pick up her k**s. I tried to think
of anything to keep from cumming.

I think I held out for about ten minuets before I could feel myself building
to a release. Julie could see it to. She could see and feel my balls starting
to pull up. She looked up at Sue and smiled, then got a firm hold of my
scrotum above my soon to be destroyed nuts.

Sue used both hands, one to hold cock up out of the way, and the other to rub
my purple head. With no more will power left I shot my first load into Sue’s
hand. As my second spurt started to drench her again and I felt Julie’s hands
tighten, her feet left the floor and ended up on my stomach, then with all her
strength she pulled back using her arms and legs.

Unbelievable pain shoot through my lower mid-section. It felt like my inside
were ripping apart. Julie didn’t let up, she started to push harder with first
her left foot then her right, back and forth, ripping both sides. I blacked
out for a few minuets only to come to with Sue wiping my brow with a cold wet
cloth. My groin was on fire. Julie was down inspecting her work. She looked up
at me when she realized I was conscious.

How we doing Dave, hang in there. I remember her telling me we made a great
team, we did real good on the first pull. I remember looking down while she
stretched my balls out to see. I was shocked to see how far out they went! I
think it was about 10 or 12 inches.

The thing I remember that was strange was that my balls didn’t hurt very much
compared to my groin and stomach. It felt like a hot iron was inside me.

OK baby, lets give them another little tug, OK.

Sue, put the cold towel in my mouth, see if that helps him.

With that Julie got hold of my nuts again and without fanfare just leaned back
and started pulling again. Once she got her feet into position on my stomach
she started to pull with her arms and push with her feet. Then without warning
she lifted one foot while pushing with the other, and slammed it into my
mid-section. I could feel the attack again on my internal organs. I tried to
scream be the towel trapped it. Again Julie pulled from side to side ripping
me apart. Again I blacked out.

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Again I was brought back to life by Sue. I think this was where they gave me a
rest break. I remember Julie going to get something to drink from one of the
other ladies while all the women in the audience cheered and clapped.

While Julie took a break Sue stayed with me, wiping my face and giving me
water to drink. She took care of me like a mother with a sick c***d. As we
waited for Julie to return Sue reached down and lifted my hanging balls in her
hands to show me. She lifted them past my cock up to my bellybutton with ease.
I looked at them and started to weep.

She tried to console me and I yelled at her to get away from me. At that point
she just looked at me and with a smile on her face she dropped my balls and
stepped back. As my nuts fell to the end of the cords they swung between my
legs and into the wall. I remember crying out in pain as they came to rest.
Sue came back and asked me if I was going to be a good boy from now on. All I
could do was nod my head, yes.

Julie came back and started to talk to me like we just finished a coffee brake
at work.

All right hon, this will be the last big yank on those poor nuts baby. I’m
sorry it hurts so much but it will be over soon. The rules say they can only
be given three strong pulls.

This one will be every bit of strength I have Dave so I’m going to put the
towel back in your mouth, I don’t want you to bit your tongue you’ll be sore
enough without that to add to it!

Then I remember her asking me, Dave do you think you’d like to try and cum one
last time because shortly after this I’ll be cutting them off. I remember just
looking at her and shacking my head "no".

OK then lets do it! I could feel my legs killing me as I tried to lift my body
weight up to keep the metal from digging into my underarms. Julie went about
rubbing more oil on her hands and up and down my elongated ball sack, I think
I even remember her humming a song all the while.

All set Dave! With that she lifted the two round swollen pieces of flesh to
her lips and kissed them for luck. After all this was her only chance for a
whole year to be crowned "Number 1". She looked up at me and her infectious
smile was gone. The look in her eye’s was one of shear determination developed
from years of competition on the tennis courts. All the women became quiet as
they watched this little lady do her stuff. Julie was built perfectly for the
job at hand (no pun intended). She had the strength, she had the short build
which let her fit perfectly in front of the man with her feet in position on
his stomach, and she had the competitive spirit.

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With her feet in position she lend forward grasping my dangling sack at the
top just underneath my prick.

A low chant started to come from the women as she concentrated. "pull, pull,
pull, pull"

All of a sudden she uncoiled backwards her legs straight out, her arms flexing
back, with teeth clenched, this little lady was lifting herself right of the
bench!

I could feel parts of me coming free inside. My nuts had long lost there
feeling but the pain within me was unbelievable. She was almost reaching her
chin with my poor things before I started to go u*********s with the chanting
ringing in my head "PULL, PULL, PULL, PULL"!!

I remember coming to and seeing Julie’s faithful sidekick Sue waiving smelling
salts under my nose. Over my head and around my neck were cold towels. I
remember seeing all the women standing and having drinks in there hands while
they chatted and joked with one another.

There was a narrow board between my legs propped up by the bench with my now
purple balls laid out on it. I remember thinking "what is she going to do now,
iron them".

Julie came up to me and said " that’s it hon, the worst is over". One of the
other ladies already took the measurement but let me show you how we do it.
See how the board is marked off like a ruler, we simply stretch these poor
things out and see how far they reach. I can easily pull yours down to 25
inches.

I won’t know until the last week in March if WE won! Keep your fingers crossed
and I’ll call you wife as soon as I know.

The rest is easy Dave, OK girls lets take a seat so every one can see.

As soon as everyone was ready Sue dropped the narrow board down at an angle so
everyone could see. Julie took some heavy thread and tightly made three turns
around my scrotum as close to the base of my dick as possible.

Next I remember Sue bringing out a metal pale with hot charcoal in it. On top
of the coals was a small cleaver.

I looked around the room and remember seeing the women, some leaning forward
in there chairs, others with there legs crossed bouncing the top foot at a
fast pace, I remember thinking how I had always had imagined that girls could
masturbate that way.

Are we ready ladies! With that she took the red hot cleaver from the bucket,
and while Sue lifted my penis out of the way, she made one chop and it was
done!

I remember her leaving the side of the knife against the end of the cut to
coteries it. I watched my balls as they slid down the board to the floor. Mary
told me later they don’t cut them if the husband is u*********s because they
feel the man adjust’s better if he actually see’s them being removed.

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Sue picked up my severed testicles and brought them to Julie. She held them up
for all the ladies to watch as she got hold of what was left of my sperm ducts
and slid the scrotum down to exposed my former balls! She handed the bag of
skin to Sue to wash in a cleaning solution as she took the testicles over to
the board and cut of the long tubes trailing from the balls, then she rinsed
them in water to clean them before dropping them into a jar filled with olive
oil and seasoning. I remember hearing her say to Sue "she’s going to love this
pair, there really swelled up nice and big". She held the jar with my manhood
floating inside up to my face and told me to say "goodbye" to them.

Mary told me later that there given to "Rose" who has the gross ritual of
cooking them when she collects a dozen of them, about every six weeks. Most of
the wives don’t go for the idea but her money and influence keeps the local
police and government away.

I remember her giving the jar to Sue who held the jar high in the air as she
walked away, and yelling back to me "say goodbye the them Dave". A few of the
of the women in the room were yelling also, " bye bye balls ".

Julie called to a couple of the women to help her get me out of the strap and
in into a chair. As they released the buckle my weight started to fall on the
metal bars under my arms but the two women held me up and brought me to the
chair. I remember my body being in pain from my knees to my neck.

Julie came over to me and rubbed me down with a cool clean towel, giving me
hugs and telling me how good I was, how I got through it like "a real man". I
remember her saying that in time it will all seem like a distant nightmare and
with each passing week the male hormones will leave my system and I’ll adjust
to a whole new set of feelings and emotions and when I see here next year I
won’t hate her, I’ll be glad to see her.

She told me that now the women were going to take me to the hospital and drop
me of outside the emergency door and someone would come and bring me inside to
give an examination but usually the guy’s are their overnight and released the
next day. They know someone will be dropped off , there is just about every
week, they just don’t know what night. They’ll fill out a report and give it
to the police and the police will lose it so save your breath. By the time
it’s ready for you to go home you’ll be doing better, you’ll have go it alone
though because Mary has flown back this afternoon while you were at golf. It
works out better that way. It will be difficult the first couple of months but
always remember that Mary loves you very much and that this was done to better
your marriage.

Trust me Dave, in 6 months your going to be a very happy person again. I’ll
see ya next year Tiger. With that she left.

Everything happened as she said, and here I am flying back with Mary beside
me.

Oh yea, the little beach pouch I GAVE her, You guessed it, my nut sack. They
give it to a local women who tan’s hide’s for handbag’s etc., and she adds a
colorful design, attaches a pull string and returns it to be presented to the
wife.

By the way, Julie called Mary back in April to tell her we didn’t make first
place! So if any of you men don’t want to be Julie’s team partner, keep those
nuts close to your body!

See you in Aruba guys"

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