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Race for the Cure



   By Ed Rider



   "It's interesting that this town has a museum for women," said Vito. 
"Because otherwise it seems so backward, like from the Dark Ages.  It's run
by the men, and the women pretty much do what the men say."

   "Well, I don't know," said Nellie.  "Laima seems pretty independent."
She was referring to the pretty girl who seemed to do everything in the
small office of the comfortable inn where they were staying.  Laima dressed
in a business suit, but it looked like a size or two tighter than it should
have been for her voluptuous figure.

   "Maybe the women are only obedient after they're married," said Vito. 
"Laima's single."

   "What else did you find out about her while the two of you were talking
yesterday?" Nellie said.

   "I was just asking her about what to do in town," said Vito.

   "Is that when she told you about the women's museum," said Nellie.

   "No," he said.  "She didn't mention it."

   "That's funny," she said, "because right after you left the lobby, she
came over and started talking about it.  I told her I've seen too many of
them already -- the first woman this and the first woman that.  I really
tried to get out of going with her this morning, but she wouldn't take no
for an answer.

   "There must not be much going on for young, sexy girls around here,
because she was so excited about showing me the museum that she was about
to burst.  She promised she'd bring me back before it got too hot.  I want
to take a nap in our air-conditioned room after lunch and wait until it
cools down to do more exploring."

   "OK," said Vito.  "I'll be in the room when you get back.  I'm just
going to look at a few things on my laptop."

   Like porn, thought Nellie, but she didn't say anything.



   When she burst into the room a couple of hours later, Nellie's mood was
much different.  She was enervated and animated, and her cheeks were flush,
even though it wasn't that hot yet.

   "What happened?" said Vito.

   "Well, I was all wrong," she said.  "That was one of the most
interesting experiences I have ever had.  You won't believe it."

   "What was so special?" he said.

   "Right now, I'm famished," she said.  "Let's get something to eat, but
after that, I want to come back here and show you something."

   She couldn't sit still through lunch at the little cafe.  "Why are you
squirming like that?" he finally said.

   "I'm sorry," she said.  "I guess I'm just so excited to tell you about
the museum."

   "Why can't you tell me here?" he said.

   She looked around.  There were two other diners, both local women, but
they were at far end of the room, and the waitress was standing by the
kitchen.  She leaned over to him and lowered her voice.  "Because the
museum is only for women," she said.  "You couldn't have gone even if you
had wanted to.  It's not really for tourists either, so I'm one of the few
women from outside this town who's ever been there.  Laima loaned me a DVD
with some of the archival videos, and she said it would be OK to show them
to you, but I could get into trouble if anyone found out.  We'll watch it
on your laptop in the room."

   When they returned to the room, they settled in bed, sitting against the
backboard.  The laptop was in front of them.  Nellie took a deep breath,
placed the DVD into the holder and pushed it in.  She clicked on a few
icons to get to one of the videos.  A starter arrow appeared on the screen,
but she didn't click on it right away.  Instead, she took another breath.

   "Before I start this," she said, "let me tell you a few things about
what you're going to see, because when Laima started showing me the
exhibits, I freaked out at first.

   "The women in the town call this a museum of faithfulness.  As you might
guess from the big cathedral, this has always been a religious community,
and it still is.  Marriage is sacred.  Most people stay married to one
person their whole lives, and hardly anyone fools around.

   "You're right about men calling all the shots, but when it comes to
cheating, the women and men are equal.  When adulterers are discovered, the
punishments go back to customs from primitive times, when the people around
here were a semi-civilized tribe and hadn't yet converted to Christianity.
Laima said these savage traditions are the only remnants left of those
times, but the inhabitants still cling to them, and even today, most of the
young people don't want to give them up.

   "I won't go into what they do to women who cheat, but the video I'm
going to show you is about what they call 'The Race for the Cure,' which is
the men's punishment for being unfaithful.  Evidently in the old days, when
there was a lot more drinking than now, there were races almost every year,
but now most men are so scared of getting caught being unfaithful that the
races are rare.

   "Even though it's not really a competition, the race isn't held if only
one man is caught.  The law says the women have to wait until at least one
more man cheats, and since the first man and every other man in town knows
what will happen to the two men, the races don't take place much anymore.
At the moment, there's one man who cheated waiting to race, but it's been
almost 10 years, and there still hasn't been a second one.

   "OK, let me start this video.  It was filmed 25 years ago, before
digital.  There's no sound, and it's pretty amateurish, and the digital
transfer isn't the greatest, but it's pretty watchable despite all that. 
See there are actually three men who cheated in this race.  They are the
ones standing in the middle, with the woman judge repeating their sentence.

   "You can see this is taking place in the big town square where all the
sidewalk cafes are.  You can tell it's around this time of year, where it
can be really hot just after noontime.  You can see the square is totally
empty in the video, except for all the men and women inhabitants of the
town gathered for the race.  Strangers aren't allowed to attend.

   "Now the men are being told to strip.  See, two of them are complying,
but the third one refuses, so two of those giant farmers are holding him
while his wife takes his clothes off.

   "Now the men are standing naked, with a big farmer holding the
uncooperative one, and the wives are circling around them five times with
their arms out in front of them.  They are holding out the homemade racing
outfits of their husbands.

   "You can't see them too well yet, but the outfits are made out of ropes
and material.  Actually, the material comes later, so all you see are the
ropes.  You see that the rope outfits are wet and dripping water on the
ground.  You can see the women smiling as they proudly display them and the
terror on the faces of the men.

   "Now the women are each stopping in front of their men with the outfits.
And now they are dressing them.  At this point, we get closeups of each man
being dressed.  Each woman puts her own decorations and special touches on
the running outfits.  The third man still isn't cooperating, so you'll see
how the woman is dressing her man while a big farmer is holding him.

   "The ropes are attached first around the upper body.  They're almost
like a shirt that is loosely fitted over the shoulders and around the
torso. The women fasten the rope shirt securely in the back.

   "Now comes the important part.  You can see a few long ropes dangling
down from the rope shirt.  They are much thinner but still strong, and you
see the women attaching them to the men's genitals.  See how one wet rope
is wound around the ball sack where it's attached to the crotch and then
attached to the bigger ropes on the back of the shirt and pulled until
there's no slack.  Then another rope, actually it's twine that's as thin as
wire, is wrapped just behind that.  It's pulled really tight and then tied
in a firm knot, but it's not attached to the shirt.

   "That piece of twine is the important one, and the last man is really
fighting it.  But now it's done, and you notice the big farmer letting him
loose.  The man knows that once that twine is tied, there's no more use in
struggling.

   "The rope around the balls is pulling them back a little as the men
stand up.  You can see the penises hanging down.  They're small and
shriveled because the men are scared.  At least two of them are.  The first
man has such a monster that it's huge even when it's slack.  Laima told me
he had been screwing a lot of women for years before his wife found out. 
She was furious, like the first time I found out about your cheating.

   "Up to now, this is just like it was in the Middle Ages, but now you'll
see some modern touches.  Like those long thin wands.  They're made of
soft, squishy rubber, so even though they're dipped into lubricant by the
women, they are too soft to go straight in, so the women turn them around
and around in circles and slowly work them up into the anuses of their
husbands.  They can't be hard because they have to be flexible as the men
run so there aren't any internal injuries.

   "Once the long wands are completely inside, only a bit of the end shows,
and you can see it has a loop.  Some cloth strips are run through the loop
and then wrapped around the rope shirt in the front and back and tied tight
so the wands don't fall out.

   "Now each woman is testing the wand.  See that device in their hands. 
It's a remote control that turns the wand into a vibrator.  See the men's
penises responding to the test.  Laima told me that there was talk about
using Viagra, but the women still preferred playing the vibrators as if
they were model airplanes.

   "Now this part I have to explain.  See the sheaths being placed over the
penises.  They are snug and made out of incredibly soft, silky material. 
They are longer than the men's penises, because the idea is that with
stimulation from the soft material, the penises will expand and eventually
ejaculate.  There's a receptacle at the end for the sperm.

   "The soft, silky cloth sheaths are attached to a thin spring, and that's
attached to the rope shirt.  Laima explained that as the men run, the
movement of their bodies will cause the springs to pull the sheaths back
and forth to stimulate the penises.  It's like they are being masturbated
as they run.

   "The men have to keep drinking water because of the heat and the water
going into their urinary tract also stimulates them.  The faster the men
run, the faster the stimulation.  Eventually, they all come and make
deposits into the receptacle.

   "Now the men are ready.  It's so hot -- probably as hot as yesterday --
that you can see the damp ropes are no longer dripping water.  The men each
get hats to protect themselves from the midday sun as they are running. 
The crowd is lightly dressed and also has hats on, but everyone is sweating
a lot.  There are lots of water bottles on a table for the runners and the
spectators.

   The runners are each downing one now as their wives watch and smile. 
Now they're being brought to a piece of material that's being stretched
like a barrier in front of them by two young, barely dressed women.  And
there's one of the wives shooting her gun into the air, and they're off.

   "See how the crowd is splitting apart.  Each person is trying to find a
shady spot close to where the runners will go by.  The runners are going
around the periphery of the square, staying inside boundaries that are
spray painted on the ground.  If they step out of them, the judges will
make them repeat that lap, so they are careful.

   "They're trying to pace themselves, because they know how the race for
the cure works, and for them to have any chance at all, they need to
finish. At the same time, they can't run too slowly, because if they do, it
doesn't matter whether they finish or not.

   "The runners are being cured of cheating by the curing of the ropes
attached to them.  The ropes around their genitals were soaked overnight
and then the wives spent all morning using their strength and mechanical
devices to stretch them.  As the ropes dry, they begin contracting to the
size they were before they were stretched.  You can already see the men's
balls sticking out behind them.  That's because the rope attaching the
balls to the rope shirt is drying and getting shorter and pulling the balls
back and up.

   "You'll see the balls pulled further and further back as they run the 50
laps around the large square.  The balls also puff up and get really large
as the hot sun hits them, and they get really red.

   "Look at the guy with the large penis.  See how he's running
erratically. That's because the soft sheath enveloping his penis is
stimulating him.  He's trying very hard not to come, but there, he couldn't
hold out.

   "See how his wife and another woman are running up to him.  Once he
comes, they are allowed to put a handicap on.  It's a heavy loose leather
jacket that fits over the ropes.  His weighed around 20 pounds.  It slows
the runner down.

   "Now the guy who resisted is ejaculating into his sheath, and he's
getting a jacket, too.  Each man gets a jacket that's a certain percentage
of his body weight to make things fair.

   "Now all three have their jackets.  From here on, it's a race against
time.  Because as painful as his balls being stretched further and further
out in the sun is, each man knows that what they need to focus on is that
thin wire twine wrapped tightly where their sack connects to their body.

   "As that twine dries and shrinks, it will eventually cut off all
circulation to the testicle sack.  And the combination of no circulation to
the testicles and the second or third degree burns from the balls being
exposed to the direct midday sun for a long time is what they're concerned
about.  If they take too long to finish the race, the men will effectively
be gelded.

   "That's right, their testicles will be so traumatized that within a week
they'll wither into nothing, and it will be just as if they'd been cut off.
So the men are literally running for their manhood.

   "See what's happening to the man with the big penis.  Once the men have
had their first orgasm from being stimulated by the sheath, the wives are
allowed to play with their wands.  His wife is really angry, so she's using
her remote to vibrate his wand.  His penis is expanding once again, and
with the wand and the stimulation from the sheath, he'll soon be depositing
more sperm into the receptacle.

   "You'll see all the women doing this to their men.  It slows them down
and makes them even more frantic.  But the wife of the big man is doing it
almost nonstop.  He's already veered off course a few times, and each time
means he has to run one extra lap.

   "You can see those balls sticking out behind the men now.  They are
already getting sunburned, and the pain must be incredible.  The race is
halfway over for two of the men, but the big man has been slowed down so
much he's seven laps behind and not moving well.

   "Focus on the testicles now.  See how they've expanded from the sun
beating down on them?  Do you see any little black spots?  Laima told me
that's the first sign that the circulation is starting to shut off.  I can
see spots on all three men now.  If the balls get as black as charcoal,
that's a good indicator that they are beyond rescuing.

   "The men have no idea how close they are to that, and that makes their
torment even worse.  They do know that if the pain in their balls starts
being replaced by numbness, the thin twine is close to gelding them, and
soon it will be too late.

   "Look at that big guy.  His wife just won't let him alone.  She's
obviously decided on what she wants, and he probably knows it, too, but
he's still trying to save his virility.  There's a big black spot on his
balls already.

   "They've only got a few laps to go.  Oh, see that first guy speed up? 
He probably felt a twinge of numbness, and he knows he's got to go all out
if wants to save his balls.  He's stumbling, but he's moving as fast as he
can.  See the crowd cheering him.  Do they want him to succeed or fail?

   "Now the second guy is feeling a little numbness, and he's taking off,
too.  The big man is feeling it, too.  His balls are almost solid black
now, but his wife is still vibrating him.  Do you see how he's crying?

   "There, the first man made it across the finish line and is collapsing
onto the hospital gurney.  He has to do one more thing for his wife, but at
this point, she isn't allowed near him.  She and the other women have all
created these devices, but the hospital orderlies use them.  Notice the
orderlies are all male.  They know that women orderlies might not move as
fast.

   "See, the two small tubes coming from that plastic container and one
larger one.  The small tubes go into the man's nostrils and the large one
into his mouth.  Now their sheaths are being removed by the orderlies and
held above the container, and a scissor is cutting the end of the cloth
receptacle.

   "All the come is pouring into the container, and from there into the
nose and mouth of the man.  He is choking as he tries to swallow it all. 
Finally, no more is coming from the receptacle.  Watch how fast the
orderlies move now.  They have trained for the race many times.  They have
a race of their own, and they take pride in rescuing the manhood of the
runners, no matter how much damage has been done.

   "There.  The first ambulance is already on its way to the hospital a few
minutes away from here.  Doctors and male nurses are waiting in the
operating room to work on the man immediately.  Laima said they succeed in
total restoration more than 60 per cent of the time.  She said that most of
the others are partially functional.  And she said that all of them have
been cured and there's never been one known example of a husband ever
cheating after his race for the cure.

   "Look at that poor man with the big penis falling on the gurney.  He
probably knows he's got no chance.  Look at that come going into his nose
and mouth.  He had enough for 10 men in his receptacle.

   "Laima told me even the geldings adapt pretty well within a couple of
years.  They become experts at pleasing their wives with their mouths, and
their wives find ways to please them."

   "Well, that's the end of the video.  What do you think, Vito?"

   Vito didn't say anything.  He looked like he was in a state of shock.

   "I think you related to those cheaters running in the race for the cure,
Vito," said Nellie.  "Were you feeling their pain?"

   Vito said nothing.

   "After I saw the exhibits in the museum, including artifacts from races
hundreds of years ago, and I watched the video, I found out why Laima was
so excited yesterday.  She told me that the women in the town had recently
passed a new law.  The men all voted against it, but the women have the
majority.

   "The women were getting tired of waiting for another race.  The cheater
waiting for the race hadn't been cured, and had even cheated a couple more
times while he was out of town on business.  He knows there's little chance
any of the other men in town will cheat, because then they'd both have to
race.

   "So the women agreed that if a wife from out of the area could establish
beyond any doubt that her husband had cheated, they would allow a runner
who didn't live here to race for the cure against their local man. 
Tomorrow, they're holding their first race between a local and a cheater
from the outside.  It's a little bit after high noon, when the day is
hottest.

   Vito stood up.

   "You can leave, Vito, but you won't get far.  There are a couple of
farmers watching our room, and when you walk out, they will take you to
another room in the inn and lock you in for the night.  And you saw on the
video how they helped that one unwilling man participate in the race.

   "Yes, after Laima told me about the new law, she told me how surprised
she was when you suggested sneaking away with her when I wasn't more than
15 feet away and looking at you from the other side of the room.  She said
you also approached her yesterday when I was napping during the noon heat.

   She asked me if you had ever cheated on me.  I told her many times.  She
asked if I had irrefutable proof, and I said I had.  Then she asked if I
was interested in racing you.

   "It took me only a minute to decide.  I went with her to the inn's
office and got on the Internet and showed her some photos and videos hidden
in my Facebook account.  I don't know what I thought I was going to do with
them or why I kept them.  I never told you that I used a detective a few
times before deciding it was a waste of money because I was probably never
going to leave you.

   "Laima made some calls, and now the whole town is excited about
tomorrow, at least the women.  The cheater still doesn't know he's racing
tomorrow.  His wife wants to surprise him.  I don't think he'll be a man
after the race.  I gave Laima your size information, and they found an old
outfit at the museum that will fit you.

   "The reason I'm doing this is the same reason I never divorced you,
Vito. You are a good father, and I love you, even though you've done so
much to destroy that love.  After you're cured, I won't ever have to feel
humiliated again.  The children won't know about anything unless you tell
them, so we can continue our marriage if you want.  Maybe you'll divorce me
after tomorrow, but at least if we stay together, I'm pretty certain you'll
never cheat again.

   "See, Laima told me that men from the village know that moving away
won't prevent them from being in the race.  And tomorrow, you'll become an
honorary citizen.  If I can prove you cheated again, the women will find a
way to get you back here for another race.  It sounds like cloak and dagger
stuff.  Laima said it wouldn't happen until there was another cheater for
you to race, but in the past, the local women have paid whatever was
necessary to people who guarantee delivery of a former resident for the
race.  She said that for the second race, I would probably want to slow you
down like the angry wife on the tape did to that poor big man.

   "Yes, Vito, I don't intend to castrate you tomorrow.  In fact, I'm ready
to spend the rest of the day and night making love as many times as you
want, so you won't be stimulated by the sheath right away and get some good
laps in before you have to put on that heavy leather jacket.  And I'm only
going to use the vibrating wand a couple of times, just to see how it
works.

   "I told Laima not to make the twine that cuts off the circulation too
tight, and she promised me.  I trust her, but you know me.  I can be too
trusting, like I was with you.  She told me that this has been the hottest
summer in history and tomorrow may set a record and that she couldn't be
responsible if the twine dried too fast.  I hope that wasn't her apology in
advance.  I have an idea that she and her friends would love to see you
emasculated.

   "They have a girls club that studies the old ways, and they're all
docents at the museum.  She introduced me to them when we were making
plans, and the other four girls are as voluptuous looking than she is. 
They are really excited because they will be dressing and fitting you
tomorrow since I don't know how to do it, and they showed me what they will
be wearing to the race.  They are flimsy sun outfits that barely cover
anything, and when they sweat, you will be able to see right through them.
I think they hope you'll be so stimulated by looking at them that you'll
come quickly once the race starts, so they can put the heavy leather coat
on you right away and slow you down.

   "But that's not my plan.  So it's your call.  We can make love and
desensitize you for tomorrow, although you have to decide whether that
might tire you and slow you down.  Or you can leave and spend the night
alone in another room with the farmers watching.  Or I can cuddle with you
and get you to stop crying like that.  You are really crying hard, and if
you don't stop soon, it could dehydrate you, and that could affect you in
the race.

   "Laima told me that once the race starts, I can't stop it even if I
wanted to.  But I know you are in pretty good shape, and I'm sure you're
going to make it to the hospital before it's too late.

   "If for some reason you don't, I've resolved it in my mind.  I will
continue to love you for better or worse, and I will never cheat on you,
even if I'm sexually frustrated.  Laima said that every woman in town now
owns a digital video camera and will be out filming tomorrow, and that I'll
get copies of everything.  I found myself getting very excited when I
watched the old video before and again when I saw it with you.  I'll admit
it to you.  I came at least once each time.  So those videos of you will
help satisfy me, even if you choose not to.

   "When I told Laima my concerns about your attitude if you were castrated
and that I was afraid you would divorce me, she said that the wife of the
big man threatened to show the video to some of her husband's former
girlfriends who worked with him in the big city down the road, and after
that, he would do whatever she told him.  I thought about what you'd do if
I threatened to show it to your secretary and the others you slept with at
your office.  Everybody in the company would soon know you had no balls.

   "Would you still leave me?  Or would you agree to let me explore new
ways of pleasure with you?  I've sometimes thought that maybe you were
going outside of our marriage because our sex life is too tame.  Some of my
girlfriends have told me about sites on the Internet where they can watch
women doing painful and disgusting things to men.  I never thought I'd be
interested, but after the way I responded to that video, I'm going to ask
my friends to tell me where the sites are.  Maybe if you're unable to
satisfy a woman in the usual ways, you'd let me do some of those things to
you in return for keeping your secret.

   "There, I think I really scared you with that one.  I'm sorry.  I guess
I'm just trying to pay you back for some of the things you've put me
through.  You know how much I love your big, ugly thing and the way it
destroys my vagina.  The harder you pound me, the more times I come.  I
don't want to give that up unless I have to.  So I'm going to be cheering
for you to win the race and not lose your manhood.

   "So what do you say?  Shall we make love?  Shall I try to comfort you
like a mommy and get my baby to stop crying?  Do you want to leave?  Since
you're the one who qualified for the race, it's your call." 

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