Banished Balls 2

Banished Balls two

He loved to sit on the edge of the bed with his balls hanging down over the edge. They would dangle in the cool night air without a care. Les often wondered if they were more than science had made them out to be - with a mind of their own that could raise and lower his cock at will. It never occurred to him that on this warm and humid August night, his presuppositions would be realized. As the celestial body passed through the solar system, a tiny fragment sheared away from the main body and screamed towards the blue planet close to the tiny star. It would impact the tiny planet less than fifty meters from where Les stood in amazement, and burrow itself into the ground beneath his feet. Within minutes, a small worm-like creature would claw its way to the surface and into the sole of his shoe.

Later that night, as Les slept in the nude amidst the warm evening breezes, the creature would find its way to the tiny opening at the end of his cock and claw its way into his prostrate where it would follow a tiny tube through his groin and into a fertile globe of life giving creatures. It would take several days to adapt to this new world of life, during which Les experienced more erections than during his preceding nineteen years. The creature dined on the fertile fluids and grew tiny nerve filaments that connected to the nearby synapses, sending tiny shocks into his hosts’ groin. By Saturday morning, the creature was totally integrated into Les, and directed his unsuspecting host towards any female creature within visual range with the sole intent of propagation on a planetary scale.

Myrna, the town spinster was the first to fall under the aliens trance. At forty-five she was a vision of a Friday night drunk on Saturday morning with little to offer and even less to give. Once eye contact was made, however, it was too late for the hardened bitty who immediately invited Les into the warmth of her arms and pussy. Once within her, the altered sperm erupted violently through his throbbing organ to pierce the quivering folds of her fertile womb. They screamed in unison as the tiny barbs pierced the sensitive skin along his urethra and embedded themselves deep within her femininity. Almost immediately, microscopic creatures begin to evolve within her volatile womb, thriving on the orgasmic nectar that would ultimately seal their fate. Wave after wave of sperm erupted from him until, with a final orgasmic shudder, he collapsed on top of her. The alien creatures quickly succumbed to the estrogen enriched environment; a lifeless mass that oozed from between her legs and onto the wrinkled sheets.

Myrna pushed the exhausted form of Les from her body and kicked the flaccid flesh that dangled between his legs in violated anger. With the departure of his enrapturing gaze she was no longer held captive and she puked in revulsion while violently assaulting his lifeless genitals. The creature within was shaken violently and began to withdraw its tendrils as Les moaned in agony, his stomach reacting violently to Myrna’s well-placed kicks. Finally, with his last ounce of strength, Les rolled away from her and bolted for the unlocked door as he cradled his bruised gonads gently in his hands. He left behind the remains of his most recent meal in small puddles on her carpet. It would take several days before Les could walk upright again.

By Wednesday, Les started to feel like his old self again, as the creature within renewed its quest for a suitable host. In anticipation, Les watched in amazement as his manhood would rise to its full glory only to revert to its flaccid state continuously for the better part of an hour. So intent was he, that he never heard the door open, nor witness the approach of the Countess until she was directly in front of him, watching the rise and fall of his manhood with less than a passing interest.

“What the hell are you doing here,” Les blurted, half in surprise and half in embarrassment.

“Myrna sent me - worm,” she spat as she threw off her coat revealing a tight leather garment that barely hid her oversized breasts and pouting, fully exposed pussy lips. “You should have known better than to fuck with my plaything!” She slammed her fist across his jaw sending him face first onto the floor. When he awoke he was naked and firmly secured to his swayback mattress. The Countess held the two ends of a piano wire that tightly encircled his scrotum. “Ah, your finally awake - I wanted you to see this,” she offered unemotionally, as she tugged the two lines firmly, cleaning severing the two life giving orbs from his groin. “You’ll never need my woman again!”

Les and the alien screamed simultaneously as the Countess gathered her things and left as quickly as she came. The blood oozed from his groin onto the severed ball sack as his awareness slowly slipped away. From between his legs, a small worm like creature slipped from the ruptured casing of his left gonad and slid into the pool of blood where it disappeared in a small puff of smoke. A nosy neighbor, who had witnessed the departure of the Countess in a long black limousine, flagged down a passing cruiser and after a stern lecture concerning the welfare of the community, convinced the officers to investigate further. Without them, Les would have been a mysterious memory rather than eunuch he is today; tirelessly searching for the Countess that somehow disappeared along with her play thing Myrna.

Somewhere beyond the stars, one mentioned to another that the envoy to the third planet had been lost. The other notified the next of kin before it reattached itself to the groin of its host.