The glory hole

Being in that loo, in that cubical, breathing ragged with sexual energy, I’ve heard the rumours. Rumours that someone is hunting balls. I’m shaking with excitement, who is the other side of the hole. I know I shouldn’t, I know I should just go home and masturbate, but the thrill is real, the fear amplifying my excitement.
I fumble with my trousers and they drop to my ankles, leaving me naked below the waist. My penis erect, my balls feel plump and full as I roll them in my fingers. I edge closer to the hole, still unsure if I’m going to do this. I shuffle closer. The hole is just the right night. I can’t breathe. I put the tip through and stop, holding my breath. Something brushes the underside of my penis, a finger? A tongue? Then it’s gone.
I push a little further eagerly to feel it again…… nothing. I push further through searching for whatever touched me. Nothing. Balls pressed against the rim of the hole, I’m not thinking, I’m beyond thought, I use my fingers to push first the right ball through then the left. Fully committed, desperate to be touched and sucked.
I could withdraw, but I couldn’t now just pull away, I would now how to pull one testicle back at a time, the hole isn’t quite big enough to let everything through at once.
I sigh then moan softly as I feel fingers on my testicles. Massaging, rolling them, gently pulling further through. I’m not scared, too horny to be scared.
I press my groin hard against the hole desperate for an hot wet mouth to engulf my dick.
Then pain, on my god what pain, I’ve never felt anything like it. My balls, my fucking balls, crushing pressure. I try to pull away, I hear myself scream! Then the pain goes beyond what is possible. First the right testicle, then the left! Something terrible, something terrible has happened to them and then the pain fades into unconsciousness.