Emery's unlucky night

It was ten to midnight and Emery was returning from the cinema. He was walking through a dark lonely park filled only with trees. His every step made a peculiar rustling sound on the gravel sidewalk. Emery was alone. He didn't hear or see anyone. Most people were already asleep, or at least at home.

Emery was a typical eighteen-year-old late teenager. One meter and eighty centimeters tall. Fluffy and softly curly blond hair. A skinny boy in sweatpants and a hoodie, the hood of which he always wore on his head. And, of course, an ever-standing cock with perpetually full balls. Emery jacked himself off every day, and he had a feeling he wouldn't be able to stand it any time soon if he didn't do it now. His balls were itching for the cashier at the movie theater. She was gorgeous. The best. The sexiest. He would have gladly tugged her down.

He walked ahead, lowered his head. He saw that his cock was pushing thrugh his sweatpants.

His mother had advised him against going to the movies at such a late hour, but, as he turned eighteen earlier this year, she could no longer control him. She advised him against it because of the horrible crimes that had recently happened in the city. All of them to young boys like him. And they all involved their balls.

The most recent took place three days ago. Two brothers were castrated in their own home. Some robber broke in in the middle of the night and handled them like it was the Middle Ages. He tied one up in the basement and turned his eggs into mush. The other was found unconscious under his bed. Police said that what was left of his testicles was unrecognizable. It was as if something had crushed them.

There were rumors of a demon. Of a demon that hunts for manhood.

Emery began to giggle. What a loser, he thought. Not only has he lost his balls and will never fuck, but in addition, instead of the culprit, people will be looking for the demon. He giggled further. He imagined some kind of a monster from under the bed, pulling this boy by his balls under it, and then squeezing his balls tighter and tighter in his hand until they finally pop.

For the next minute he walked smiling. His cock continued to throb. But it must have hurt, he thought, and machinely grabbed his own balls. He was already getting closer to the end of the park and increasingly more horny. He hadn't jacked off all day, and this cashier reminded him of that. He left the park and cut across the street. He walked along the sidewalk past the line of buildings. The only thing he could see was her face. He would have gladly cum on it.

I can't, he thought. I've got to jack off. He looked around, but all he could see were buildings. All of them with their lights off. He walked ahead and looked around where he could. He saw one dark alley, but decided not to go there. Finally, he saw the perfect place. A bowling alley. An old one with cardboard in the windows and a broken door. Abandoned for years and ready for a new owner. He stood in front of its entrance, inside he saw a mass of garbage on the floor. He looked around to see if anyone could see him. When he was sure that no person would know that he was there alone inside, he went in.

Everything was lying destroyed on the ground. Walls stripped of paint. Echoes spreading with his every step. He walked even deeper into some room, and then into another. He was deeper and deeper and further from the world. He held onto his cock pushing through the material of his pants. He gently moved it up and down. He saw another small room and decided that he would do it there. However, before he could take a step, he heard something he didn't expect. A woman's moans.

He listened. Yes, he concluded. A woman had come in here for exactly the same reason as him. She was horny and needed to finger herself. He smiled again. Maybe we can help each other, he thought.

He moved silently in the direction of the sound. He approached the room from which they were coming. He stood in the entrance and was about to look in when a black figure jumped out from inside. The first thing Emery saw were eyes as red as flame, and just below them a line of sharp teeth. The black figure landed in front of him and opened a mouth that looked like a shark's jaw.

Emery fainted.

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When he woke up, he took a moment to understand what was happening. He was in a different place, though still inside the bowling alley. He recognized it by the fact that he was at the very end of the bowling lane. However, that didn't surprise him, what surprised him were two other things.

The first was that he couldn't move. He saw that his legs were spread wide and slightly bent at the knees. Both were tied so tightly that he couldn't move them even a little bit. He was sitting on his naked butt, and his arms were stretched high above his head, tangled with each other and tied as stiffly as his legs, to the sign: Aim for Fun. Strike for Glory! Just behind him was an empty bowling space.

The second thing that surprised him was that he was all naked. He felt an unpleasant chill on his body. He could see his clothes. They were lying on the lane next to him. Everything he had come here in. At the very top his favorite blouse, which served as an escape from the world. A sweatshirt in which he could hide completely. Now he couldn't hide. He was all naked, with his skinny body exposed for everyone to see. However, there was no one here. Except for one person.

At the beginning of the lane stood a black figure. A woman, as if smeared in ink. She was gorgeous with a perfect body, muscular legs, polished thighs, a lean belly and big tits. She would have been perfect if not for her terrifying face.

However, this did not bother Emeremy. When he looked down, he saw that his cock was hard, exposing his delicate jewels. He looked at it all horrified. This did not look good. And it was not promising to be good. He didn't even want to think what might happen next.

“Hey!” he shouted to her. “What the fuck is going on here?”

She didn't answer.

“Who are you?”

She remained silent.

“You're not planning to hurt me in any way, are you?”

She smiled, and her sharp teeth only frightened him more.

“I'm sorry it came out that way, but I didn't look at you masturbating, for real. I just went inside. I was very horny.”

She remained speechless.

Emery's cock was jumping up and down. He thought that this view probably did not give him credibility. And then he realized. After all, this girl was all naked. And she was painted black. I am not the strange one. However, he did not say it out loud.

“I... Because I'm looking at all this.... Are you... Do you want to do something to my balls?”

She did not answer.

“Because I totally understand you. I've been peeping at you. I'm a disgusting male pig and I deserve to be punished, but you know.... I think this is a slight exaggeration.”

Demon Malgrin looked to her right at the line of set bawling balls.

“Can we talk? It seems to me that there was a big misunderstanding here.”

She walked to the line and picked up one ball. She put three fingers into it and stepped to the middle of the throwing line.

Emery was breathing faster and faster.

“Please, don't hurt my balls.”

She got into a throwing position and swung.

“Wait!”

She threw the ball so gently that when it fell, it rolled at a speed slower than a walk. Nevertheless, Emery looked on in horror. The bowling ball rolled in a straight line toward his balls. He had bowled twice in his life and knew how heavy such a ball was. And even better, he knew how delicate his testicles were. Especially when he was so horny.

He thrashed and jerked, but it didn't help. His sack with helpless balls was exposed to the big black bowling ball, which, after fifteen seconds, rolled into them.

“Auuuuu!” he shouted.

If he could, he would have bent over and laid on his side. The impact was gentle, and yet it hurt just like when he was once kicked in the balls by a colleague for fun.

“Oh fuck,” he hissed.

The ball rolled to the side. He, on the other hand, was left the same as before. Defenseless.

His testicles hurt terribly, but it wasn't too bad. He was able to bear it. It will hurt for ten minutes and stop.

Fucking crazy bitch.

“Okay,” he hissed. “I deserved it. Untie me now.”

Malgrin again did not respond. She walked to the line of balls and picked up another one. She positioned herself to throw it.

“What the fuck are you doing!”

She started waving the ball back and forth.

“No, no, no, no! Please! You've already punished me! Fuck, girl, do you know how much it hurts!?"

She threw the ball. She hardly used her strength, but she was not a human, but a demon with superhuman strength. The force she used was enough to send the ball flying with the speed an average person would throw it, trying to throw with all their strength.

“No, no!”

The ball thundered across the track and slammed into his balls with impact.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!” he yelled out.

The power was so strong that he flew back a bit. The bindings, however, held him in place.

He screamed without taking a break. He jarked his head. It was, without question, the worst pain he had ever felt. His friend's kick wasn't even half as painful as this.

“Aaaaa... Ssss.... pffff.” He was unable to get any words out.

His heart was beating extremely fast. He was breathing as if after a marathon. He felt tears coming to his eyes. His hands began to tremble

“It hurts...” he groaned. “Too much...”

He looked at his balls, but they looked normal. Well, maybe they were only slightly reddened. When he looked ahead, he saw through his tears that the girl was already waiting with another bowling ball.

“No,” he whined very quietly.

For the moment he was unable to speak. But he tried with all his might, because it was the only thing that could save his testicles.

“Please.”

Malgrin began to swing the ball as before. Her tits were jiggling.

“I am ... eighteen ... years old.”

She looked at where she would throw it. She waved harder and harder.

“Please.” he hissed.

He began to sob.

“My balls hurt. Don't do that, I beg you.”

She tossed it. The black, heavy bowling ball flew, as fast as a tennis ball. It cut through the air with a swish. It cut the entire length of the lane in less than a second.

Emery wept.

His cock was still erecet.

His balls took the hardest and last hit they ever experienced.

Emery began to scream.

Everyone in the neighborhood heard the scream.

A day later, the newspaper wrote: *Eighteen-year-old testicles vs a bowling ball. Another brutal castration*.