Late Night at the Office (Very Long, very extreme)

>!A fairly long build-up that I hope you like. If you would like to skip to the ballbusting, I'll leave a clear break you can scroll down to. The story is pretty brutal, and will contain a variety of other things, to. It is non-consentual, involves watersports, threats, and probably a few other things. Although I do not mention ages, everyone involved is over 21. !<

Frank was an manager at a local corporate office, which meant he frequently had to work late evenings, leaving little time for a social life, much less a romantic one. He wasn't unattractive, but focusing on his career left little time for much else. Which kind of sucked, because he had taken his care into the shop for upkeep, and he hadn't been able to get away at lunch to pick it up.

This meant he was stuck riding the bus home tonight. A secretary had helped him out by looking up the bus schedule before she and the others went home for the night, but he still had work to do, meaning he would probably get stuck at the office until the 11:15pm bus. Once the building had cleared out, he went around to check and lock up, before returning to his emails and reports.

Around 9:30, he felt like a break, so went to the men's room to beat off to thoughts of some of the office girls and pictures on his phone, which left him over an hour still. He was pretty much done here. A few things, but that's wouldn't take more than a few minutes. He figured he could knock that out, maybe walk by some place to grab a drink or snack on his way to the bus and mess around on his phone, finally leaving the office at around 10.

Stopping by a petro station, he grabbed a beer and a few things, then made his way to wait for the bus. As he left, a young woman near the door winked at him. She was much younger, and wore a lot of black. Her chest was pretty large, and the corset she wore over her red top. Knee high black boots and a mini skirt that made him question if she had anything beneath. Her face was made up in a gothic style he hadn't seen in a few years. She looked amazing, and her green eyes mirrored the shy smile she gave as she watched Frank pass.

He turned back to get another look a few meters away and saw her watching him. He wanted to turn back, say something charming, and well, frankly take her out back and pound the crap out of her cunt, but he knew he was riding the bus home, and that wouldn't give a good impression. His dick was getting hard, so he just kept walking, getting to the bus stop with fantasies in mind to serve him well for a few nights to come.

Another young woman was there, sitting on the bench as he came. Surprising, this late at night. She was a bit overweight, but still attractive. Or could have been. She had a buzz cut of dark hair, but wore overalls with heavy work boots. A white t-shirt covered her small chest, with the overall straps covering what he suspected would be her perky nipples through the shirt. She looked up at him, blankly, then scooted away on the bench without a word.

Frank said high, but she just nodded her head, silently, and went back to her phone. Taking a seat in the corner of the bus stop shelter opposite her, he took out his phone too. He put in a headphone, and started watching porn, trying to turn just enough to not be obvious as he waited for the bus. In my other ear, I heard the clack, clack, clack of boots coming my way, and turned to see the goth woman heading towards the bus.

Suddenly the woman scolded him, "**You perv! What are you watching. I can see the reflection.**" The goth girl stopped, looking surprised and curious what was happening. The other woman continued to make a scene, "**Jerks like you are what make this city so dangerous! Stay away from me you pervert!**" I didn't know what to say. Or what to do. "**Look, miss. I don't know what you are talking about. I didn't do anything to you, and I was just trying to watch a video my parents sent me. It's not porn.**", I lied, having already quickly turned off the porn and tried flipping to my album.

The goth girl came closer, but stopped a meter or so away. "**Is everything ok, here?**" My eyes instantly went to her tits as I started to try to explain my innocence, but the other woman cut me off, pointing directly at me with an accusation that I had gotten a boner and was watching a guy force himself on a girl on my phone.

The goth chick turned to the other woman, "**I think you might be mistaken, miss. That's not what I saw.**" She turned to me, "**Hey, what's your name?**"

Completely embarrassed, I was stumped. "**Frank. Miss, I'm not a pervert. I wasn't. . .**"

"**It's ok, Frank**" she responded. "**Why don't you come with me, and take a little walk. Let things cool down. Stay here and you are likely to either get your balls smashed or the police called.**" She held out a dainty hand, which I accepted, and we began to walk away as the other woman kept shouting nasty things.

We walked a bit, turning a corner down another street, before we stopped to take a breath and what-the-hell-just-happened. "**I think I might have just saved your life.**" she joked, laughing, and revealing she had a set of vampire teeth in that made your that much more sexy.

"**I have no ide what that was all about, miss.**" I lied. "**I have never met that woman before, and she just went all PMS on me.**" She stepped closer, "**Don't worry, Frank. Not all of us are crazy dick haters.**" as she pressed a light kiss on my cheek. "**If you want to step back there**" she nodded to the alley to our side, "**I can even show you just how much some of us love and appreciate it**" as she gently, playfully fondled my package over my trousers, giggling as she noticed it was rock hard. It had been since she first walked up.

It took less than a second for me to nod in agreement, as we dipped out of public view. She continued to caress, while I held her tight, kissing on her neck, and taking advantage of my height to grab her backside. She purred in my ear, and occasionally taking small nips at my neck with her vampire teeth. We continued to make out, as we caressed each other body, and I found out, much to my delight, that she was in fact not wearing anything beneath her skirt except a small toy she had inserted that had already done a wonderful job of getting her more than ready.

She took it out, holding it in front of my nose so I could smell her juices, then commanded me to suck it clean. I did so, using my tongue on her little bullet vibrator like I was eating her out. She watched in delight as she took out a condom, and began unzipping my trousers. They fell to my ankles, along with my undergarments, revealing all of myself to her in the shadows. She looked pleased, and grasped around my sack, gently massaging my balls. "**They are so nice. Big, and squishy. Can they do the job, lover?**" She let go, and pulled me close, letting her bosom press against me, and I could feel her pussy touch my thigh. She left a small wet patch, before pointing down like she wanted me to get on my knees before her.

She lifted the front of her miniskirt, inviting my mouth to French Kiss her the Australian way. Her flower was perfect. Trimmed, but not shaved, with dark black hair. Her labia protruded a little, and her clit was red, encouraged so that it was just peeking out from it's hood. I bent down and moved my mouth in. She smelled perfect, too. Her juices were intoxicating, and she she had that slightly sweet, slightly salty taste that only a pussy can offer, and I began lapping it up. She simply watched, smiling, and occasionally cooing.

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# Testicle Torture begins here

>!In brief, the guy is a manager working late. His car is in the shop, so after working late, he has to walk to the bus station. On the way, he briefly meets a beautiful lady dressed in goth, but continues to the bus station. She like him, but he figures it would be odd to talk to her when he doesn't have his car, and would have to ride the bus home. Another attractive, but less so woman is there, who accused him of being a pervert. He had been watching porn, but she didn't know that. As she is making a scene, the goth girl approaches, and pulls him away so no cops show up. They take a short walk, and then she takes him into the alleyway were they are starting to get it on when...!<

Suddenly, while on my knees pleasuring the goth woman of my dreams, I felt something hard slam into my naked balls. I let out an very audible "**Umph!**" as I totally collapsed my face into her cunt, and she likewise let out a loud "**Ohhhh yessss!**" I couldn't even move. Her miniskirt was over my head, so I couldn't even see anything, as I felt her hands clamp down on by head, shoving my mouth against her tight as that same hard thing slammed into my balls again. I tried to call out, "**My balls**" in a pitiful request for her help, but her vulva had completely engulfed my mouth, sending all the vibrations right into her box. Her pelvis stiffened, and she crushed my head even more, as I knew her orgasm was hitting her.

She released my head, and another set of hands pushed me down. I saw the dirty work boots from earlier as one suddenly pressed down on my hard boner, pressing it to the concrete ground. "**See baby, he is a pervert!**" My goth beauty simply continued to stand there, pressing her legs together tightly as her orgasm continued.

"**Please, you are breaking it. Please. . . let it go.**" I tried to ask, but the pain in my balls was so severe and her crushing my erect penis with such force left me unable to make out my own words. Finally she let it go, but only so that she could pull off my pants completely and then rip off my shirt. She held up one of my legs as the goth lady ran at me, but instead of coming to help me, she punted my crotch as well. "**Hold him down, I want to have some more fun.**"

The girl in the coveralls dropped my leg, and walked over to stand next to my head. Suddenly her coveralls fell to the ground, and she kicked them off, leaving her boots on. One hovered over my face, and she "**Kiss it. Make love to it with you mouth, motherfucker, and you might keep your nasty balls.**" I did, or I did the best I could with the intense pain in my entire pelvic region. I felt the goth girl's smaller, softer hands grab my scrotum, and clamp down, and I screamed in pain. "**Please, don't. Not my balls. Please. I didn't do anything to you. I'm a goo. . .**" She suddenly sent a fist rocketing into my balls, and asked the other woman to "**shut him up.**" I looked up to see that one brown work boot was now on each side of my head, looking up to a completely unshaved cunt. Her juices had begun to matt her light auburn pubic bush, as she looked down at me with a devilish grin, and lowered her puffy twat onto my face.

"**You'd better mouthfuck my couchie better than you did my boot, bitch, or . . .**" she refrained from finishing the threat, or maybe I just couldn't hear it as her meaty thighs clenched my head, holding it all in place as she used my face like she was riding a pillow to absolute clitoral bliss. Her pussy was much rougher, the taste was that of a woman who had worked all day and sweat, or I would have thought so if I could think of anything buy my battered bollocks.

That was difficult, as the other woman remained planted between my spread legs, randomly shifting between massaging them, clinching them, and pounding them with her fist. It was difficult to breath as little bits of air made it to be as her inner and outer lips rolled over my mouth and nose, all of it smelling like sweaty pussy. I felt her cum, as her legs thighs tightened around me her cut pushed on my face even more, but she didn't stop, and neither did her friend. Evidently they discovered that when they busted my balls, it forced my body to either squirm or involuntarily let out a cry, all of which the one queening me found exceptionally pleasurable, and would watch for the right times to just nail me over and over.

After a bit, she must have thought my plums had taken too much, she instead went down and started biting my cock. She would put it between one upper and lower fang, bite in and then pull her mouth away, leaving a painful pair of scratches on the shaft. My face otherwise busy, I couldn't tell if she had drawn blood, or left any holes, but it was slightly better than being smashed in the balls. She finally finished with that. I felt her smaller hands grab mine, and she raised them up to the other girls now naked chest. She forced my hands to grab the bigger woman's breasts, and play with them, almost like she was simply using my hands as gloves to do it herself. She would move my hands, squeeze mine in order for me to squeeze the other's tits. If I didn't understand her directions, I felt a knee placed on my package to help me follow her blindly.

My entire face was soaked, and I was certain in her bucking I had liked more than just her snatch. Lack of air, the sheer pain in my testicles, potentially blood loss, and the whole ordeal was leading me closer to beginning to black out, a truly terrifying thought as I feared I might either not wake up, or wake up missing something I couldn't live without. I could feel her starting to reach another orgasm on top of me, as she had stopped thrusting her pelvis into me and more grinded it into my face, her entire lower half was just tightening up, like she was nearing an explosion and trying to hold it all in. My hands were told to squeeze her breasts harder, and once I had found the proper grip, the smaller hands returned to grabbing my ballsack. She squeezed it harder than ever before, causing me to scream a muffled moan of pain right into the other woman's cunt until I also could hear her screaming in exalted vaginal bliss.

The one atop me loosened up, but the one crushing my jewels did not for another few seconds. Once she was completely satisfied, she let the simply flop to the ground, and I could vaguely hear her talking the other girl down from her orgasm. After the pleasure moment following a great orgasm had faded, I heard both of them mirthfully say, in unison "**My turn!"** The goth boot slammed my balls one more time, though thankfully not nearly as hard as any beating they had thus far received, before she got up, and began trading places with the other woman. She, it seemed, needed a little help to get up, so the goth woman stepped on my chest to kneel down and help the other up to her feet. She grabbed my torn shirt, and began to try and wipe the other girls pussy dry, but was stopped, as the other girl said it was still too sensitive. She slowly made her way over to sit at my crotch, but before she knelt down, she called me, and made a big show of spitting on my cock and balls. "**You are going to wish you had been born a girl, bitch**" she mocked, making motions with her hands like she was punching, crushing, and otherwise abusing my manhood. "**Once my girlfriend has had her fill, I think we might find a big brick and just turn you into a girl, ourselves.**"

The goth girl stood beside me, just watching and giggling. "**I don't know babe. I kind of like him. Maybe we could take him back home. Chain him to the cellar, and we could kick his boys whenever we wanted. Plus, he is** ***really*** **good with his mouth.**" One hand was clearly up her skirt, fondling herself, as she spoke. "**Just think about it, baby. We could use him to wee, and never have to wipe clean again...**"

"**We could break his dick? He doesn't need that to be our football toy. . .**"

"**What if we wanted to give him a treat?** ***If he was really good.*** **I have never seen you climax that many times, babe.**"

"**You would let this disgusting fucking man shoot his nasty sperm in our house?!?!**"

The goth girl made a mock pouty face "**If he makes me cum as good as he did you, and he was a really nice little puppy, I might let him stick it in me. . .**"

Suddenly the bigger girls boot nailed me in the balls as hard as she possibly could. "**That's fucking disgusting!**" My legs closes, trying to protect my gonads from further abuse, my mind under the delusion that my hands clutching them would in anyway relieve the throbbing torment that was my balls existence, until she pried them off. "**Spread your legs now or I'll kick them again!**" I struggled to do so, and finally managed to force my body to follow, despite the pain. She reached down to inspect, roughly handling my most sensitive parts without any regard for me suffering.

Finally, the goth girl just shrugged, "**We will decide later.**" She looked down at me, pulling her miniskirt up to give me a perfect view. She jumped in the air slightly, allowing her tits, ass, and outer lips to jiggle just a little, then cocking her hip to the side slightly as she pointed at my face, and said with a mock serious tone "**Tower, clear the runway, I'm coming in hard**" and plopped her ass down right on my chest, her cunt just a breath's distance from my face. She grabbed my hair to pull me face up to look, at her face or her crotch, I'm not sure.

"**Start, slowly, by licking and kissing my thighs. My gal has book boots, so, if I feel your wee-wiper touch my flower before I say,**" she held up both hands, with the palms facing downwards, and the pointer and middle fingers of both hands extended downwards, in an open 'V' shape. Then one of her finger "kicked" the other right in the open 'V'. "**Yes, miss**" I responded.

"**Hum, "miss", I don't like that. If you had said ma'am, I would 'ave used the brick on your goolies myself. From now on, call me "The Countess". Next, I expect you to fondle and squeeze breasts, just like before. But, not until I'm ready, or else BAM!. This is all about me, mister Franky. Not you. And just so you know, if your willie shoots off, there is nothing I can do to stop her. I'm sorry, mister Franky, but WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM!**" she said as she punched one fist into her open palm over and over. "**I don't think you would be a boy any more. We don't want that, right? So, just do a good job, just like before, and everything will be fine.**"

She started playing with her pussy as she indicated I should get started. I knew she was simply doing this to humiliate and torment me, as it was clearly as ready as possible. I could see her cum just dripping down her thighs and on my chest. But still, my balls had already suffered so much. I began by gently kissing her lower thigh, sometimes sliding my tongue over it, sometimes placing a soft kiss, and sometimes taking little love bites. She moaned and enjoyed it as she opened herself up, sliding her fingers in and around the upper lips, her clit, and inside. I could feel her ass rolling back and forward on my chest, and the occasionally boot from behind her come down to step on my cock and/or balls.

The goth girl told me to "**Shush up**" after one rather painful grind of my right ball, and I replayed, feebly "**Yes, mis**" only to suddenly kick my testes outright pulverized my a solid hard kick that caught them both. The mean one in back, now taking her displeasure at men out on my precious manhood shouted "**Bitch, she told you her name!**"

That kick had brought tears to my eyes, "...**yes Countess**. . ." The boot slammed into them again, no less hard, "**That shall help you to remember it!**"

The Countess wiped away my tears, and looked down at me with sad eyes. "**I think it's ok for you to start kissing my flower now, pet.**" as she sucked liked my tears off her finger. She smiled warmly, then slide down to sit atop of face. It was easier to breath, but still difficult. For the sake of my poor balls, I'd never say it, but hers smelled, tasted, and in basically in every way was much more appealing to my senses. I lapped at her, as her pelvis and hips guided me. I recall the heaven I'd been in just before that first crushing kick had devastated my entire existence. Another solid kick interupted the periodic trampling of my boy parts, followed by the abrupt instruction "**Grab her jugs, dumbass!**"

I continued to suckle at her clit as I blindly removed her breasts from her clothing, and gently, but firmly placed my hands upon them, which I felt her enjoying as she pressed her cunt into me ever so slightly more. I knew she was getting close, so obviously her girlfriend had to do her part to add to her pleasure and push her over the hump. Her meaty hand grasped my balls and began needing them relentlessly. She must have grabbed a bit of gravel, as it felt like something hard and pointy was digging in, and I could feel my testicles squirming around her fingers, hopelessly seeking an avenue of escape from the torment no woman could ever fell.

I could hear her commenting, just loud enough that she knew I could hear, various things like "**It must suck to be a guy. These worthless little, ugly things. I can't imagine how much this must hurt. Does it, slave. Am I hurting your poor little baby balls.**" I was of course in too much agony to respond, save to groan my pain into the other's exquisite vulva, hitting it with a nonstop vibration as my own pain continued. She started thrusting herself forward and back, using my entire face to reach the first mountain in her long climb to multiple orgasms, and that final, ultimate one. "**How does it feel that she is cuming on your face while I scramble your eggs, slave?"** using her free hand to punch me square in the partially exposed gonads. "**That men are so weak**" BAM, "**your balls so ugly**", BAM. I was shouting so much into the other's pussy with each strike, and I felt her cuming all over me. I could taste it. BAM "**That we can climax so much**" BAM "**and you never will again**". BAM "**Fuck you. I'm going to fuck your face again after she is done**" BAM

The goth girl had slowed down again, after her initial climax, but she was far from down. She was, done, however, of taking it easy on my tongue. She continued to hump my face, knowing that each new one was close now. She had me stick in my tongue to try to focus on her G spot as she pressed her cunt into me, and seemed completely inspired by her friends words and brutality to help get off with utter savagery.

The outright punches to my balls had stopped, thankfully, as I honestly don't know how much more they could take, though certain it would start again once she sensed The Countess was on the verge once more. Instead, she occupied herself my using a pen to slap his cock.

The pair continued the same treatment, as she rode herself to three more orgasms, but she still needed that last one. She grabbed his hair, this time, and proceeded to grind on him, adding in the occasional hard thrust were she would pull his hair to take his face away and then slam her pelvis into him, hitting her clitoris just right against his nose pushing his tongue as deep within her as it would go, which granted was not far. Her mate had return to pretending her hand was a vice grip around my scrotum, as the distance up that final mountain came closer and closer, she herself became more vocal, moan-crying "**Yes! Yes! Yes**" and "**So close, keep going!**" My hands grabbed her tits hard, more to keep myself from freefalling into the abyssal blackness, as her thighs where absolutely engulfing my head when not being ripped out of their embrace.

My balls ached so beyond the concept of aching, and throbbed with every beat of my heart, and yet the crushing sensation didn't stop. The meaner woman had taken to focusing on pulling the goth's hair or smacking her ass, so paid less attention on my likely eminent castration. The goth was going wild on top of me, wiping her hips from side to side as she grinded forward in a way that was not simply a circular motion. then suddenly stopped, and completely clamped down on me, spasming. Her body fell backwards, caught by the other woman, who had unfortunately forgotten to initially release my sack before moving in to catch, and nearly taken it all with her.

I cried out in pain, for the first time audibly, as the goth in her moment of utter bliss started sobbing and smiling. Even her pussy spasmed, and then suddenly let out of torrent of her female cum all over my face and chest. It came in three powerful jets, as the meaner girl cradled the goth's head and started making out with her as the orgasm came in waves. I had no idea how long it took for them to come out of their post orgasm high, but when they did, the goth couldn't even walk, much less stand herself up. The mean one assisted the Countess up, and helped her have as seat.

She then approached me, "**I've been waiting on this.**" She again stood with her boots spread apart to each side of my head, and hunched down, obviously ready for another ride. I went up to her, taking her womanhood into my mouth one more time, and looked up at her cruelly smiling face. She watched me, never breaking her stair as she enjoyed knowing I was eating her pussy out after she had done some mush to destroy my balls, and likely would do more yet. I was completely unready for her piss to start hitting my mouth, and then all over my face as she continued to go, and laughed. In obvious discomfort, she stopped herself, and commanded me to lick her clean. It had gotten all within her lips and folds, and tasted horrid, but I knew what might happen if I didn't.

Once I was done, she stood up, and walked back between my legs. She told me "**Look at me,**" as she raised one leg high. Once she saw my eyes meet hers, she stomped down on my cock and balls, making a big show of grinding them under her work boots. Once she had had enough, she squatted down over my pelvis, and finished pissing all over my ball, then again instructed me to lick her clean. She looked over at the goth woman, "**I don't know, hun. Meh. I think we should just snap it off and be done.**"

Finally able to at least stumble about, she made her way over and stood between my legs. She turned around, showing me her ass, and then bent over, taking my dick into her. The other girl's rank piss had caused the scratches to burn like hell from her teeth earlier, and having a tight pussy crushing down on all sides didn't help either, though it otherwise would have felt amazing. Staying sitting on my stomach, she slid herself off, then also decided to degrade my by pissing all over my manhood, pelvis, and thighs.

"**I'll make you a deal, honey. One of us will hold him down. We can tie his legs apart, so no cheating.**" She reached down and found a loose brick, hefting it up. "**We each get one toss. If you break his balls, well, he looses his balls. You win. If neither of us pops the, he is free to go. . .for now. Mister Franky can choose, right now, to not get a brick, and come home and live with us, forever and ever.**" She looked down at me, but I didn't respond. The other girl was considering.

"**Ok, one throw. Give me the brick.**" She walked over and took it out of the goth's hands. The goth walked to me. She used the scraps of my shirt to tie one leg to a pole in the alleyway, and then grabbed my other leg, and held while standing behind me. This forced my sack to leave the ground, and hover just above it, dangling in such a way that left it a poor target against a brick, which would probably not only rupture my testicles, but might break my pelvis as well. And I knew the girl holding the brick would not go easy. She truly wanted to take my balls from me. The last thing she did before getting ready to throw, was to take out her phone. She first turned on the light, then began recording, aiming both directly at me defenseless crotch.

"**Oh, I'd hate to be a guy right now. I can imagine the terror your plums are feeling right now. Oh wait, no I can't.**" as she mocked throwing the brick. I flinched, and tried to move, but I couldn't. The goth giggled, then looked down, and pretended to act worried, "**It's okay pet, if she gets them, I'll let you get off one last time. I promise. I mean, after all you did for us. . . Hey, wait a minute. I offered to let you come home and be my puppy, and you scorned me. FUCK YOU mr Franky. I hope she squashes them!**"

The other girl took a running start, launching the brick as hard as she could. It sailed through the air, rotating in that slightly off balance pattern as it came closer to ending me. It smashed the ground with a loud crack not, pulverizing the edge that hit the ground less than an arm length from my exposed bollocks, and continuing it's forward momentum as it collided with them. It got both, and also smashed into the lower portion of my erect penis, all three of which where devastatingly painful. I looked down, and saw the brick, resting upon my battered testicles. It had ripped upon a section of my scrotum, but I think I could see my balls still held their overall shape, despite the massive inflammation and discoloration.

The goth kicked me aside, reached down to grab the brick, spit on my balls, and then skipped over to take her shot. The other one cursed, but took her turn holding me up. "**Please don't do this. I need to go to a hospital. Please. Please don't.**" The mean girl held my shoulder tight, simply said "**Shut up. You pissed her of, so I hope she nails you dead on. Say goodbye to your little grapes. Or ha ha, they look more like blood oranges now. I should say say good bye to your bloody oranges, bitch. This is going to hurt so much. If she pops 'em, I'm going to cum all over your face, and then let her bite that little cock off. She can take at least that part of you home. We can put it in the cellar, and we will piss all over it. We can send you pictures. Come on baby, crack his fucking nuts!** " She spit on them again, "**I already bust the sack open for you baby, just nail them good, and he can be a girl too.**"

"**Really, mr Franky can be a girl, too!**" she said with unadulterated, roguish glee, then sprinted forward to launch the brick. It sailed too high, catching the tip of his cock before slamming into his stomach, knocking the wind from his lungs. "**Oh well,**" she said, as she approached. instead of coming to him, she stopped at his pants, and removed his wallet. First she removed all of his money, but also took something else from the poor man's wallet, holding up his id, "**maybe next time.**"

The other girl was furious, "**You did that on purpose!**" to which the goth girl only shrugged, then let out a childish giggle. That only infuriated the other woman that much more, who then took out her rather on my defenseless nuts. Her booted foot slammed into them over and over, absolutely pulverizing them with abandon and no remorse, until thankfully the sweet release of the blackness of took me as I passed out.

I awoke in a hospital a week later. The nurses assured me that they had been able to save them, and aside from some permanent scars to both my penis and scrotum, I should be okay within a few weeks. None had ever seen such devastation to the the tests before, though within a few days another case had come to light. The first did not survive, and the rumors I heard were that his privates would not have either. A few weeks later another arrive. The tip of his penis had been bitten off, and one testicle was not recoverable. A nurse had heard me comment that I guess they hadn't been so good with their tongues. That had led to an. . . interesting conversation. She was sweet, and I think she believed me. When I had recovered a bit more, she showed me that not all women are like that, but I think part of her was turned on by the stories I told her.

Until she reminded me that these two girls had taken my ID...