[m4F] Muscle-Bound Barbarian Seeking Healer Who Can Cure Him of Painful Permanent Erection and Blue Balls Caused by Petrification Spell. (Finds one who will do it ... eventually ... you know, after she has a little fun first)

[m4F] Muscle-Bound Barbarian Seeking Healer Who Can Cure Him of Painful Permanent Erection and Blue Balls Caused by Petrification Spell. (Finds one who will do it ... eventually ... you know, after she has a little fun first) (Femdom)

First I must urge you to not be afraid. I do not come here to harm you. I know that there is a large bulge in my loincloth, and that when a muscular barbarian with a bulge in his loincloth enters the house of a beautiful woman, he often has cruel intentions. I assure you that I do not. I am here seeking your help with this condition. What is under my loincloth, well, it is what it looks like, but it is because it has become bewitched. I am here with the hope that you can help me find a cure.

I do not like asking for help, so you will understand that I do not come here to your house of healing lightly. Usually I work alone, I'm quite accustomed to being a lone barbarian warrior, my hefty sword, strong, sinewy muscles, and quick reflexes being enough to allow me to cleave in twain the wizened wizards and sultry sorceresses who make their lairs in the temples to the Old Gods.

The problem began exactly with one of those sorceresses, one called Merenskyite. Her hair was black like raven's feathers, but, also, her appetite for power was ravenous. She had found a forgotten temple to an Old God deep in the jungle and raised an army of stone soldiers to aid her in conquest. They were nigh impossible to fight. Swords would blunt themselves merely chipping their stony surface, arrows fail to pierce their marble flesh.

But they were dull and slow and their hollow pupils fared especially poorly in the dark. So by night I used stealth to penetrate their encampment, eventually ascending her temple to find her there, atop the temple, skyclad, preparing her spells by the dim light of a single candle beneath the new moon. Only one of her stone soldiers was there on guard. I rushed it before it had time to react, using my strength to push it over the edge, and watch it plummet until landing on the stone steps below, fracturing into pieces on impact.

I could see the terror in her eyes, and I tell you this, I did not relish what I knew I had to do. I must admit that for just a moment, seeing her beauty up close, I hesitated. I have, like most men, a weakness for shapely women. But I had come there because I had seen the devastation her army had wrought at her command, and I knew what truly lurked in her heart, not mere vice or corruption, but the true evil of unchecked avarice. And thus I ran that heart through with my blade.

But that moment's hesitation, it was just enough for her to begin a spell, one which I interrupted when I impaled her. But as she expired, a streak of green lightening shot from her finger tips, striking me in my loin cloth. At that point, my own stone soldier rose, and ever since, it has stayed risen. That was six days ago, and you can understand why I have sought your help.

I have tried everything I can think of, and it is to no avail. I have tried self-abuse but it was completely fruitless. I even bedded a serving girl from a tavern along the road. Although she was quite pleased, I ended the encounter unfulfilled. I presume that this condition will not kill me, because I have found I can make water with some difficulty, but to walk around with my soldier, who is quite a good size, always at full attention pressing out my loincloth, well, it is quite embarrassing. And my stones, well, they ache fiercely. Usually, I am, well, people sometimes describe me as stoic, but I must be honest: I am feeling increasingly desperate in multiple ways.

So, please, madam healer, I am at your mercy. Is there anything you can do for me? The people in the countryside spoke honestly about your beauty, if they have also spoken honestly about your skills, I am sure that there must be some way you can help me. I know that the magic of the Old Gods is not trifling and that this problem may indeed by stubborn. I know that we may have to travel far together to visit dusty libraries or find materials. Whatever you ask of me, I promise I will do it, just so long as you try to help my condition. So, please, can you help me?

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Would you like to attempt to help him out (and while you're at it take advantage of his rather unfortunate situation)? If so, send me a chat request. Also, if you'd rather play any of my previous prompts, they're all still open.

I'm a flexible roleplayer. I can do quicker more immediate roleplay or we can space it out in time and I can do longer responses. I'm fine with Reddit chat, Discord chat, or email. I'm happy playing in the first or third person and in past or present tense (as long as we're consistent). If you are somewhat interested, but have unanswered questions, feel free to ask me. I always like talking about roleplay, and I'm happier when I have a clearer idea of your expectations and interests.

My kinks are orgasm denial, embarrassing erections, sexual teasing, blue balls, cleavage, big boobs, cock and ball torment, and girls who are amused by male suffering.

My limits are snuff, scat, vomit, blood, cuckolding, race play (your character can be any race, I'm just not going to make it a fetish or use slurs), forced feminization, forced bi, and male characters committing rape.