Michael had had a good night dancing in the club, but was tired and now only wanted to travel the four short stops by tube to his home.

The hot summer night had been packed to sensation with the best of London’s leather clad guys, the music had been brilliant and James had copped off in the dark-room with a couple of fellas, one a very horny, short, tanned and hairy guy called James in his mid-forties, and his Partner, Martin who was slighter than the former and a couple of years younger. They had danced the rest of the night out, and as the sun had started to rise, Michael and Martin bid James farewell, swapped mobile numbers and disappeared in a taxi.

The first train was due in at 7.02am. Michael sat alone for the next few minutes thinking of the night’s pleasantries with his two new friends, checking his phone to ensure that he had saved their numbers.

The train was on-time as it pulled into the otherwise empty station. Dragging himself on to the equally empty train, Michael struggled to keep awake, but knew if he fell asleep he would miss his stop, and could end up goodness-knows where, but not in his bed!

The train stopped for the fourth time. A sleepy Michael alighted and took the escalator reaching ground level. By now the sun was now quite high in the sky and made him blink as he walked from under the station canopy. His mobile beeped a couple of times to announce the arrival of a text message. 'Thanks for a wonderful night, hope we can catch up soon. hugs J & M" the message was displayed.

Michael courteously replied, as he strolled the final few yards to his home. A shower and bed.

It was at 3.20pm when he finally woke from his slumbers. Michael sported the normal waking hard-on. His thick cock swollen to it full 7½” capacity. His ample balls ached. Although he had tried to get the stainless-steel cock-ring off when he had showered earlier his balls were too swollen to allow it. Now with his morning-glory, he knew from experience that it would be pointless to try and remove the shiny ring until he had had a pee, and relaxed.

He dragged himself from the warmth of his bed and made a trip to the bathroom. As he passed-by the mirror in the hallway, he glanced at his swollen manhood in the mirror. His hairy sac was full with a pair of juicy-balls, the sac was dark and hung-low. His circumcised, veiney cock fully swollen had a deep-red mushroom head with a 10mm PA adorning it. He briefly admired his reflection.

Sitting on the pan for a few moments to allow the piss-hard-on to go down enough to pee. His nut-sac was still sore from the playing with James and Martin in the darkroom. His balls had swollen from their attention, and his shiny steel cock-ring dug into to darkened flesh.

Toileted, and face-washed, Michael prepared a pot of strong Columbian coffee, toast and marmalade, just as most British people will do, but probably not at 3.45 in the afternoon.

As he sat in the mid-afternoon sun on his small balcony over-looking a small enclosed courtyard. He drifted whilst thinking of the enjoyment of the previous night. His cock began to rise with the memories of the two fellas he had played with. The sensation of the tight ring caused his thick dick to throb. He shut his eyes from the brightness of the sun and dozed.

In the distance, he could hear the tones from his phone heralding an incoming text. He stirred and went to find the machine.

The phone was next to his bed. The message said ‘up for some afternoon fun in town? Xx J &M’

Whilst Michael paused, he noticed that his own selection of cock-rings were sitting on the bed-side cabinet. He then remembered and realised that the ring around his manhood was not his. It was the cock-ring that Martin had fitted to him the previous night during their play.

He compared his own, well used and trusted cock-rings with the one adorning his swollen cock and balls. The smallest of his own was at least one size bigger than the one currently biting into his flesh.

Michael replied to the SMS message. ‘Can I call you in an hour or so?’

Trying to ignore the burning sensation in his guts, he busied himself for a while changing the bed-linen and doing some chores. The dull ache from his abdomen finally got the better of him. He simply had to try and remove the cock-ring that jailed his cock and balls.

He knew that panic was not going to help. Michael had been out and about on the gay-scene long enough, and having experienced such small ‘emergencies’ whilst playing in Berlins’ notorious leather bars, he tried to remain relaxed. He was used to, and enjoyed such activities as ball-play, sounding, and the occasional electro-stim sessions. Ball-ache was a thing that he normally enjoyed. This time it was becoming more of a discomfort.

First he tried some lube. Luckily, whilst most of Michael’s body was furry, he always shaved the lower part of his cock-shaft and also his nut-sac making the whole package smoother. Massaging his thick cock and big ball-bag with the cooling liquid, all he managed to achieve was a raging hard-on. This clearly was not going to work. The temptation to beat his meat was almost overwhelming, but the ache reminded him of his mission to remove the ring; he refrained.

Next he tried a cold shower. The heat of the summer afternoon made it a welcome occurrence. Even though he managed to get his previously engorged dick to soften, and even by removing the piercing from his large glans, he could not get his cock back through the ring. He simply made his shaft-skin sore.

Michael remembered that once when he was in a club in Berlin, a guy who had got a cock-ring stuck on himself, was administered ice by one of the bar-tenders. In the German’s case, some twenty minutes elapsed and his tackle was liberated from the steel-ring.

A search in the freezer, found no ice in Michael’s case. He hurriedly donned a pair of shorts, a vest and sorely trotted to the local shop. Luckily, with the advent of these ‘chain’ stores opening on every street corner in every town, he was relieved to find some packaged ice in the freezer.

Returning to his flat. He quickly changed into a jockstrap. His balls by this time were a dark-purple. The skin on the nut-sac was sore. The Coolness of the ice shoved into his jockstrap and enveloping his manhood was a welcome relief. He poured a large glass of vodka and orange juice. Pulled a couple of the un-melted cubes from his jock, dropped them into the awaiting drink and laid back on the recliner on his balcony.

Michael’s relief gave way to him dozing.

The annoying bleep from his mobile-phone brought him round. ‘Are you coming out?’ the screen displayed. It was from James.

Returning to the bathroom. Michael considered his reply… ‘I am not going out unless I can sort out this ring’ he thought, as he peeled his sodden jock away from his package. The ball-sac had shrivelled with the ice, the colour had returned to a more pinkish-blue. The captured spheres had retracted tightly to his abdomen, only stopped by the metal ring. His cock was limp as ever he had seen it. Again lubing the complete package tentatively, he eventually managed to get his cock out of the ring. However, to get the steel-band from his still swollen balls was impossible. It remained attached like a lightweight version of a collar-weight used for stretching the scrotum.

Never-the-less, Michael was relieved of most of the discomfort. His cock although still limp was now returning to its normal soft but plump state.

‘I’ll be on my way in half an-hour. Meet Vauxhall tube 6pm’ he replied to the earlier text.

Put off by the trauma that he had gone through that afternoon, Michael was not enthused enough to dress in leather. The weather for one was too hot. A pair of combat shorts and a tee-shirt would do. He did however; concede to a decent pair of thick socks and army boots. Soft shoes were a big no-no in a club, for both appearance and safety’s sake. Any-how Michael had a good idea, that the venue that they would visit would have a ‘bollock-naked’ themed session that evening.

Michael felt more comfortable now that the cock-ring was at least only around the top of his balls. He walked briskly to the underground station, and took the first train north just for two stops. From there a short walk would be where they we going to meet.

James was alone just outside the club having a smoke when Michael approached. The two men hugged and then entered into the club. Michael had been right, the session was a ‘bollock-naked’ or ‘footwear only’ theme. Paying their entrance fee, they collected their wrist-bands, and black plastic bin-liners into which they were to deposit their belongings. Not that Michael had much to leave, just his wallet, his shorts, tee-shirt and mobile phone. James had likewise had few clothes to leave, but bundled a small leather pouch full of cigarettes, lighter, a tube of lubricant and a small brown bottle of ‘poppers’.

The two changed. They watched each other as they did so. Like Michael, James was hairy from head to toe. The difference being that the latter, clipped his chest hair, to the same length as his cropped head hair. He was slightly taller than Michael, but similar build. Deep brown eyes, a trimmed beard and moustache, and a tattoo on his upper-left arm and onto his chest. Both of the two guys had each of their nipples pierced, and each had a Prince Albert piercing in their dicks. James was uncut, at about 7” in length a little smaller than Michael’s. But it was thick. Very thick. From base to cock-head it was a mighty size. Below his enormity, hung two comparatively large orbs in a low hanging bag. Through the centre of the sac was a piercing, a bar most probably around 12 or 14 mm with a large shiny ball on each end. A tattoo of a zip-fastener ran down the centre of the sac-skin from the stainless-steel ball on the piercing bar.

He strapped a leather pouch to his hairy leg, his evening’s supplies; smokes, a lighter, lube and poppers, all discretely stored. James took out a split-collar ball-weight about 4” long. Securing it around the top of his balls, his orbs were pushed down into the base of their sac. From either side of the ball-weight hung a length of fairly substantial stainless-steel chain. The ends of the chains hanging just below his knees. He then loosened his PA, removing if from its home in his now exposed cock-head. His foreskin pushed back behind the oversized meat. From his shorts pocket, he produced a stainless-bar about 15cm long, and 12mm thick. The hairy fell applied some lube to his piss-tube and inserted it into his already solid shaft. James then re-attached his PA. His swollen thick dick, now hung down with the weight of the steel-work.

Michael, watched whilst his cock too became solid. He has always loved seeing a guy wearing metal. But this was HOT. As his cock had hardened, his ball-sac had also swelled, which caused the cock-ring that was trapped above his bollocks to exacerbate the feeling.

“That Martin’s ring you have there?” asked James.

Michael nodded. “I can’t get it over my balls at the moment” he replied.

The other guys changing in the room looked on as James bent down to examine Michael’s dilemma. “That could be difficult” he retorted, “we will have to work on that for you!” he continued as he gave a quick slap to Michael’s bollocks. The recipient did not flinch. James looked up and smiled.

Michael and his new friend handed over their black bags and entered the bar area. The club was busy with about five persons deep waiting to be served at the small bar. Without exception all the guys were bollock-naked. Some hard, some soft. The musky perfume of a leather sex club pervaded.

As the two waited patiently they chatted so as to get to know each other a bit more. As the guy being served at the bar leant over to the bar-tender, he exposed his arse to display a tattoo of a sun around his puckered lips. Michael could not resist the temptation to feel his man-hole. It was pre-lubed, his fingers slipped in gently. The guy wriggled forcing Michael’s hand in further. By the time he had got his drink, he was being served quite literally.

Having their drinks, James led Michael to the upper level of the club. This area was sectioned off into what can only be described as steel-cages. The two guys played with each other. Edging, just bringing each other to the brink of an orgasm. Sucking each other, probing each other’s holes, with fingers and cocks.

James stood up on the horizontal rails which supported the bars mid-way up one of the cages. He then attached each of the chains to from his ball-weight to some hooks hanging from the roof of the cage. Gently he lowered himself down until his full body-weight was taken by his balls. Now virtually horizontal, his head resting on the back of the steelwork. James took the little brown bottle from his pouch, he sniffed the odorous contents and handed it to Michael. The standing guy, opened a couple of pouches of silicon lubricant, and decanted the contents onto his friend’s manhood. Michael could feel the veins of James’ solid cock as he massaged the oil around the shaft. James’ balls captured by the collar-weight felt hard and distorted as they supported the full weight of his body. The flesh of his scrotum stretched and firm, the muscle tissue and cords within feeling like a taught piece of rope.

With James’ head level with Michaels’ genitals, he took Michaels balls in his mouth chewed on the already sore and swollen bag. Michael worked James’ weighted cock. The two men were by this time attracting considerable attention as more guys crowded around. Some were jacking themselves; some were working on their neighbour. Shots of cum issued forth from time to time.

A short muscly guy had moved in, and had started to work on the hanging man’s rear-end as he rested James’ booted left leg on his shoulder. Scooping the gloop issued from some of the observers, he worked his muscly fist into James’ hole. With each movement, the suspended man swung gently back-and forwards, stretching the tissues of his sac to the limit.

At the other end of swinging man, Michael’s bollocks were still firmly clamed into James’ mouth, whilst the former worked his lubed shaft slowly.

The small brown bottle was continuously being passed around the group. With the muscly guy’s arm now disappearing into James’s torso, James shuddered, clenching all his muscles as he went through an orgasm. His load being held back by the steel –bar in his cock-shaft. Un-controllably he clamped his teeth into Michael’s sac-flesh. A crunching feeling in his sac caused Michael to instantly shoot his load up onto James’ neck. Now so hard and wanton, the rear-ending guy slowly withdraw his fist. The sensation made James writhe with ecstasy; each time biting harder and harder into Michael’s emptying balls. Michael started to cry out, partially in pain, partially in pleasure.

Once the muscly man had freed his hand he shoved his thick, hard dick into James’ manhole. Pumping furiously he shot his seed into the warm and moist void. Michael still trapped by his balls in James’ mouth, his cock dripped with the contents of his chewed orbs.

Relaxing, the two friends, Michael and James were then left alone as each of the on-lookers shot their wads over the pair and bolted.

Michael embraced James as he hang there, for a while before un-hooking James .

Standing, getting his breath back, and wiping the spunk from his body, the shiny chains hung from the ball-weight, now almost touching the floor, but most definitely reaching his ankles.Michael and James returned to the bar.

Wandering from cage to cage to visit others in their play, they eventually got bored and decided to leave.

They dressed almost in silence, as James removed the Prince-Albert form his cock-head, the steel rod which he had in his shaft shot out. The shiny steel was followed with a copious flow of a gloopy mix of cum and piss, the likes of which Michael had never seen before. It ran down the inside of his left leg, continuing to dribble for a few moments form his large piss-slit, in his massive cock-head.

Normally when a guy’s balls are released from weights the sac draws up as a reaction to the trauma of the weights. Michael was transfixed. As James removed the 4” of stainless with the attached chains, there was no movement. The balls, lifeless, remained a short distance from the tops of the hairy guy’s knees. Their colour a dark-red; almost purple. Re-threading his 10mm Prince Albert and wiping the remaining juices from behind his foreskin, James pulled up his shorts. Unable to contain the stretched sac, his balls flopped out of the right leg of the skimpy material. Realising that this could be embarrassing, Michael offered James the use of his jock-strap.

With a reddened face, James took up his friends offer. Re-dressed with the aid of the jock, stuffing the sac deep into the supporting material.

They paid-up their tabs and walked the short distance to James’ flat.

Martin was lying on the sofa in the lounge when they entered, watching some documentary on TV. The air in their apartment over-looking the Thames River was hot and humid that night. He lay with just a jock-strap for privacy. Not turning his head away from the screen he enquired “hi, have a good time? Anyone I know there?”

James, avoiding a complete answer, “No-one really, just our horny new friend!” as he pointed over towards Michael. “Hey, I am going to have a shower, then going to relax a while before I prepare some food – You showering too Michael?”

The two of them went to the bedroom, stripped and collected some towels. They went into the bathroom. – a large room, tiled floor to ceiling, fitted out as a ‘wet-room’. A video screen mounted on the wall opposite the shower and toilet. A small pine-wood bench occupying the centre of the floor.

James jumped under the shower. As he turned on the water, to set the temperature, he invited Michael to join him. The two men worked each other over with soap. Taking care to massage and clean every part of their hairy bodies. Michael worked his hands up into James’ arse-crack, paying attention not to get too much soap in the puckered hole.

James massaged Michael’s chest from above. The stream of soapy water trickling down his fur, producing a trail from his chest to his groin. He noticed that Michael still wore the loaned stainless-steel cock-ring. The man’s balls still dark in colour.

“Think we should take that off this evening fella.” He suggested, “Don’t want you to damage those fine balls”. He smiled

Between them they tried for several minutes to release the cock-ring which refused to go back over Michael’s balls. By this time both guys were again sporting rigid cocks.

“Damn thing, will have to cut it off”, suggested James.

“That would be a waste”, suggested Michael, “and Martin won’t be pleased if we destroy his cock-ring!” he continued. “We will just have to force the blighters through the damn thing!”

James starred into Michael’s eyes, Grinning as he did “Might have to use some serious force” he offered, “Might be a tad painful, … might have to get some numbing cream on there for a while to help”.

Replying Michael said “Think we should just get on with it”, as he lay flat on the bench, his hardened cock slapping down on his stomach.

“You sure? Asked James, “Say if you want me to stop! OK?”

Michael nodded, “just get it off!”

From the bathroom cabinet, James took some EMLA cream, and a fresh bottle of poppers; the latter he then handed to Michael.

James applied some cream, and placing his thumbs under his friends left nut with his fingers above the ring, he gently tried to roll the swollen ball past its neighbour.

“Get it out “shouted Michael as he snorted on the small brown bottle. “As hard as you have to!”

James pushed again, not wanting to damage his friend’s man-jewels. He pushed harder. Then the orb, succumbed to the pressure. It was as if his thumb had gone through the middle of the mass, a dull ‘popping’ sound came from Michael’s sac. He yelped, and gasped for air. A stream of pearls shot from behind his PA across the wet fur. The stainless-steel ring dropped to the tiled floor and rolled into the corner. Michael again cried out in agony, and relief.

James stood up, scooping Michaels man-cream he massaged his own pole. It was only moments until he too was shooting gloop into the mix on Michael’s stomach. The rich creamy cum stuck to the moist fur of Michaels trail.

He licked up the mix, and then crouched, caressing Michael’s head as he continued to squirm.

Both spent. But with Michael more relieved than could be imaginable, both men got under the shower. James massaged Michael gently to soap off the man-juice that had matted in his fur.

Looking down, there was a red-ish tinge to the water running down Michaels legs. James kneeled to inspect. There were signs of blood from Michael’s piss-slit. The two guys showered off.

Concerned, James quickly dried them both. Collecting some Ice from the Fridge the two guys went into the bedroom, where James applied the ice to Michaels balls. Michael began to doze.

When Michael woke, he was confused. The plastic bag full of water where the ice had melted was still in his groin. He stared at the clock on the bed-side cabinet wall. It was 4:42. Was that AM or PM, where was he. There was light in the room, but not much.

As he came to he realised that where he was. He had the desperate urge to pee. Still unsure of the time of day, he got up and left the room. In the hallway he could hear noises coming from the living-room. Finding the bathroom Michael sat on the pristine porcelain. He always sat to pee, as his PA caused the piss to spray.

With the relief he then took a shower. The coolness of the water was a relief from the mugginess of the summer air. Massaging the soap over his body he started on his genitals. He realised that his ball sac was about twice the size that it normally was. As he gently massaged the lather over the swollen bag, he realised that whilst his sac-skin was sore he could feel nothing from his balls.

Michael gently squeezed his orbs. Still no pain. With both hands he tried harder. Nothing at all. It was if the nerves of his jewels were completely insensitive.

He dried himself, took a fresh dry towel and wrapped it loosely around his waist, and went in the direction of the living-room. Opening the door he could he saw James and Martin lying on the floor together, whilst they watched the television. Michael sat on the sofa behind the two boyfriends. His legs forced apart by the swollen sac.

Noticing Michael’s posture, Martin enquired “Are they painful, fella?” in anticipation that the reply would confirm his thoughts.

Replying, Michael said “Swollen, but can’t feel a thing”, as he folded back the soft towelling to reveal his now melon size package. His proud dick seemed to have receded into the swelling, leaving his cockhead with Prince Albert just visible.

The two on the floor, glanced at the now almost purple sack. “I think you might have a problem there” said James. “Maybe we should take you to the hospital”.

Michael, not being one for fuss dismissed the idea. The three guys huddled up on the sofa together as they watched the end of an un-interesting documentary about the probability of water on Mars. All three fell into a deep sleep.

The waiting room was full that August bank-holiday. It had been a busy weekend for London’s hospitals’ emergency departments. The sunny weather producing many causalities suffering from heat stroke. Michael and James had been waiting for nearly two and a half hours. Surely they would be seen soon.

Number “one-one-eight” the nurse called from the open door of the treatment area. James nudged Michael, it had been a while and they had lost focus of the number allotted to Michael.

Michael waddled over to the nurse. “May my friend come in too? ” he asked the young girl.

“Is he a relative?” the Nurse asked, “Or a special friend” continued to prompt.

James joining Michael and the nurse, “Actually Michael is my Boyfriend” he lied.

The two men were led to the allotted treatment area, where James helped Michael on to the gurney. They were joined by a male doctor some moments later.

Enquiring to Michael of the nature of his visit, the young good looking doctor suggested he was told the whole story, of how the injury was sustained.

Having removed his shorts, exposing the hugely swollen anatomy to the doctor, Michael decided to tell the truthful account of the events of how the undersized cock-ring had been hard to exacerbate from his genitals. The doctor listened, whilst poking and prodding Michaels ball-sac.

“Mmm” the doctor surmised. “Think you might just have over-done it a bit fella”. He continued. “Beast we get an ultrasound on those jewels, and make sure there is no long-term damage”. He called in a nurse, and asked here to get the portable ultrasound kit.

Michael could feel the coldness of the gel being smoothed over his stretched ball-sac, It was relieving. His cock-head had almost disappeared into his swelling.

The doctor looked at the display on the trolley. “Think you may just be ok” he eventually exclaimed. “Seems the swelling is just a re-action to the ring you had on there, but we will take a swab from your penis, to check for infections, and a blood sample to check for hormone levels. If they are clear, then give you some ointment to help it get back to normal.” The young man smiled and left the cubicle.

Locating Michael’s buried cockhead, by gently pulling on his PA, the nurse inserted a cotton-bud swab down past metal into his urethra. Confident that she had a specimen, she explained she would be back in a few minutes with the results.

James and Michael chatted whilst they waited. The doctor returned about half an hour later. Smiling he said, “all-clear on the infection front, just have to wait for a couple of days for the blood test to show up”. Handing Michael a tube of cream; “Apply this for the next couple of days, and the swelling should go down. Then go and see your GP for a check-up and the test results on Friday” he continued as he scribbled a note to Michaels GP.

Michael and James made it back to Michael’s flat. James being worried about his new friend stayed with him for the rest of that Monday. Friday seemed a long way off.

Tuesday came, as did Michael relief that the swelling seemed to be going. Wednesday and Thursday saw the eventual re-emergence of his cock shaft, as the swelling had virtually disappeared. By the time his Friday appointment with his GP arrived, whilst still not perfect his genital anatomy resembled normality.

Michael had known his doctor for many years, he was always honest in discussing things between them, and related the entire story to the ever interest professional as the he listened thumbing through a report from the blood-test.

The doctor got Michael to jump up on an examination table. He gently felt around his gonads, and then lifted his flasccid cock up. Using a small needle he then proceeded to jab the patients scrotum and cock-head. Normally this would make a guy flinch at the least, or maybe even show signs of becoming erect. But in this case, Micael could feel nothing at all. His normally proud cock-meat didn’t stir.

“The results from the blood-test are as yet inconclusive” the doctor explained, “however, you may have done some damage to the blood-supply and nerves to the testicles and penis.” He continued in a very matter-of –fact way. “We will have to monitor this on a weekly basis, taking a blood-test each week, and measuring the degree of sensitivity over a month or so.”

Michael left the surgery wondering if his limp dick would ever regain erection. What had he done? His cock hung as it had always done, it looked fine. Was this just temporary of a disaster with some permanence?

Over the next month, Michael returned each Friday for a check-up and a blood-test by the doctor. Each time the GP saw him, Michael became more frustrated by his in-ability to get an erection, and the doctor’s reaction to his fate.

On the fifth visit, the doctor proposed that he should see an Urologist at Kings College Hospital. An appointment was made for the following month. That would take the dilemma to the middle of October. He had stopped going out, stopped looking at porn sites, stopped going to thhe gym. He didn’t respond to his friends and ignored invites from sexual partners too.

James had tried to call Michael several times without success. Frustrated that he could not communicate with Michael and worried, he eventually went round to Michaels flat. Michael let him in. Emotional and in floods of tears Michael explained he could not get aroused, could not achieve a hard-on and his balls were totally numb. He said he was embarrassed by the whole situation, and with the appointment more than a week away, feared he would be impotent forever.

Ever the optimist, and with concern for his friend, James made the excuse of visiting the bathroom. He stripped off his clothes, worked his cock to a full erection, and returned to Michael’s presence in the lounge. Normally Michael would have become hard as iron seeing a hairy fella standing there naked with a boner. But nothing!

James eventually persuaded Michael to get undressed and go to the bedroom with him. They lay there. James’ cock discharging precum as he embraced Michael. Michael’s cock remained totally lifeless. James’ attempts to arouse him failing miserably.

Michael sobbed quietly into James’ chest. His tears running down the fur line of his friends torso. James eventually persuaded Michael to allow him to play with his arse. First he rimmed the hairy hole of his mate. Then gently started to work the tight hole with his fingers. Lubing his digits with his own precum, James worked them into Michael.

Locating Michael’s prostrate he massaged gently in the hope of stimulating his friend. Still no luck. Michaels formerly active dick did not move one millimetre, laying lifeless against his scrotal skin, as Michael remained still and tearful.

Upping the anti, James worked his partner’s g-spot harder, hoping above all hope that something would happen. It did. From Michael’s totally limp dick dribbled a string of clear pearls but arousal never happened. Feeling he could not hold off his own orgasm much longer, James then swapped his fingers for his hard and throbbing cock. As soon as the thick pierced meat was inside Michael hole, James shot his hot wad of spunk into his friend. Remaining hard, James embraced Michael. Who was now crying like a baby. Even the feeling of his friends jizm in his arse didn’t make Michael’s cock harden.

The visit to the Urologist finally came. Examining Michael in detail, the urologist concluded that there had been irreversible damage to Michael’s nerves in his testicles, and as a consequence his testosterone levels were dropping dramatically. He prescribed HRT gel in order to overcome the problems of libido, erection, bone mass loss, and body hair loss. Michael would have to have weekly check-ups to ensure that his testicles did not atrophy, and if they were ok. A reasonably normal life might ensue if stabilised soon.

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