Page 65 of Man Seeking Woman

Shit. I spoke too soon. . .

“Fuck!” I called out, shoving myself off of Ella and jumping to my feet. Spinning around wildly, my eyes were huge as I held my balls.

“What's wrong? Are you alright?” Sitting up on her elbows, she eyed me with a confused look on her face.

“No, no I'm not alright,” I snapped. Rubbing my nuts, I groaned in pain. “Fucking Mr. Pink just attacked my balls.”

I felt the sharp sting of his nails as they pierced my skin, the quick clench of fangs as they sunk into my left nut. It was horrible, the worst pain I had ever felt in my entire life.

Ella started to laugh, doing her best to be sensitive and concerned. But I could see the small smile behind her hand as she covered her mouth. “Oh no! That's awful! Did he get you bad?”

“Is it bad?It's my fucking balls, of course it's bad!” Dropping back onto the bed, I was in a fetal position, coddling my balls like delicate glass. “Motherfucker! Son of a bitch!” Clenching my teeth, I tried to sit up and see where that little fucker was. “Where the hell is he? Where the fuck is that cat?”

“You can't blame him, it's not his fault. He doesn't know what he was doing.”

“I don't give a shit, he's going to know now.”

“No, come on, leave him alone. We're still not done, unless you don't think you can go anymore. . .” Pausing, Ella bit her lip and ran her hands up her chest to unsnap her bra and tug it off.

The sharp pain in my nuts felt like someone had just clawed my sack with a rake. But I wasn't going to just throw in the towel.

Oh no, I'm not jumping ship.

Suck it up, August, she wants more.

“I'm far from done.” Taking in a deep breath, I forced myself to forget the aching, burning skin between my legs and focus on the prize. Rolling over, I started to play with her tits as I stroked my cock. “We're just getting started.”

Ella moaned, playfully running her hands up and down her body, over her pussy and around her nipples. Licking the perked bead, I rolled it between my teeth as I watched her pluck her other tit.

“Yeah, there we go,” she said, moving her hand to my chest and slowly down to my cock. Taking my dick in her hand she started to stroke slowly.

Up and down, she palmed my length, pulling and gripping, squeezing the tip and cupping my balls gently.

“Easy,” I said, “They're tender.”

“I won't hurt you, I'll only heal you. Let's make this all better.” She worked and worked, moving fast and slow, doing everything she could to bring my cock back to life.

Come on, come on. . .

Nothing. It wasn't working. He laid there like a limp fucking asparagus, over steamed and far too soft.

What the hell is going on?

Don't do this, not right now!

Get over it, you're fine!

Taking her hand, I placed it on her cunt and started her off. I wanted to watch her touch herself, play with herself, get herself wet and ready. Ella dipped her finger through her folds and into her pussy, taking her juice and smearing it on the head of my dick.

Wrapping my hand around my shaft, I tried so hard to get him up. But all I could feel was my balls throbbing and stinging from the tiny fucking claws that had mauled me when I was vulnerable.

I tried to imagine what that little shit had seen. My ass as I pounded Ella's sweet pussy, my balls dangling between my legs like a damn speed bag, swinging back and forth. It was the yarn ball of all yarn balls.

Letting out an annoyed grunt, I jerked my dick harder. “I don't know what's going on, this normally doesn't happen.”

“It's alright, we can stop, it's not a big deal. He got injured, it's fine if you need to wait until you feel better.”

“No, we don't need to stop, I just need a minute.” Laying on my back, I kept stroking my cock, trying to get the blood pumping. The blood was only pumping further south, no diverting to other sectors that were in need at the moment.