The situation was critical.
His foreskin was tense.
His prepuce was hurting.
Screaming, “Stop! Stop!”
He saw a big, wide hole open up into his body.
The ugly, bitter, muscular, man-hating woman jeered.
At his weakness and vulnerability.
At havinng the excuse to damage him moire.
She pushed harder, and harder, and harder.
No kindness for you, dirty boy!
His insides, exposed, went blue, then red, then white.
A colour display.
On his usually soft, gentle, comforting, fantasy organ.
Finally, all her obese weight weight on his tiny member.
His scream rang out and echoed around.
He felt weak, like he might faint.
She went out.
Is the knife going to follow?
She had forced him to erect.
With her pitiless, hurried fingering all around.
No fun for sure.
His member softened in protest.
And looked pink and pleasant once more.
Sadly. quietly, he wimpered and sobbed.
Was his grub ruined forever?
Was that the whole idea?
Was he now ‘pure’, as they say?
He gently, slowly wanked to comfort himself.
At first just pain.
He remembered when he had wanked all day
Until it started to ache.
but then the nice feelings came.
Somehw, it felt much dirtier now.
He slowed it down.
Touched it like a feather.
He wanted it to last and last.
And held back all that feeling.
It was unstoppable.
His emotions exploded.
He shook with satiated desire.
Reassuringly, the odour of fresh semen.
Lots and lots of it.
Thick and creamy.
Everywhere.
Everything was just fine.
He fell into a sexy slumber.