For Your Own Good

Nichole attempts to cure her fiance Frank's sexual illness. 

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	Frank’s brand new silvery-blue BMW convertible sped away 
from the Stewart home at top speed. Dust clouded behind the vehicle 
as the tires attacked the gravel driveway. Frank was in a huge 
hurry to leave that evening. 
	He didn’t like to lie to Nichole. The last thing he wanted 
to do was to hurt her feelings. But, like most women he has been 
involved with, she came to discover his tendency for 
unfaithfulness. During their twelve-month relationship, Frank had 
cheated with another woman no less than 30 times. Now that the 
truth was out, all that was needed was an acceptable excuse. Frank 
used his old fallback, the medical report his psychiatrist buddy 
was all too willing to create. It detailed how Frank was mentally 
unstable, and that only constant sexual contact with a variety of 
women kept him from going over the edge. Frank assured Nichole that 
he was only looking for her best interests by ending their 
engagement before things were taken too far. He hoped that she 
would not give him too much trouble. Now, he was free to make his 
trip to Daytona Beach with the attractive brunette that he recently 
met at the office. This was going to be great!
	After pulling his BMW into the parking garage, Frank 
strolled through his apartment door to find several messages 
waiting on his machine. One was from his boss, asking about the 
project he was currently working on. Another was from Steph, the 
woman he was going on vacation with. The final message was from 
Nichole. He listened to the message in silence.  
	“Frank,” she began, “I know that I reacted badly to the 
news that you gave me today. I apologies for that. I guess I didn’t 
consider that you are the one with the sickness. I would a chance 
to talk things over. Maybe we can come out of this as good friends. 
Please come by tomorrow afternoon, before your plane trip and we 
can discuss this.” Frank was pleased to hear the message. Nichole’s 
father was a rich executive at a rival firm, so Frank was not 
looking forward to the prospect of making an enemy of him. Besides, 
Nichole was the type that would easily get a rise out of any man. 
Having her around still would have its advantages. 
	Frank cleaned up for the night and retired, thinking of 
Steph in a string bikini, and the shining, warm sand.

	The next day, Franks BMW retraced the tracks it made the 
night before. He pulled into the driveway of the gorgeous twenty-
room home that Nichole’s father purchased for her when she 
graduated college a few years ago. He parked the car, and quickly 
flew to the front door. 
	Nichole answered the door in a flowing flowered white 
dress. The waist of the dress hugged tightly to her slim body, and 
the edges of the frilly skirt gave an excellent view of her tan, 
well-toned legs. Frank entered the home, and leaned back to gaze 
down as she turned to close the door. 
	She began by offering Frank a drink. He washed down a flask 
of light, sweet champagne before asking her what this arranged 
meeting was about. 
	“Before we begin,” Nichole answered, “Please have a seat. 
Make yourself comfortable.”  Frank lowered himself into her soft 
leather recliner, the legs of his dark gray Italian silk suit 
feeling cool against the material. 
	Nichole continued. “I was just thinking about all the 
wonderful times we had over the past few months, and how I really 
wasn’t prepared last night to let you go. I realize now that I 
should be here for you as you try to live with your illness.” She 
sat on a couch perpendicular to the recliner, reaching over with a 
hand full of nicely manicured French nails to firmly feel Frank’s 
knee. Frank noticed his manhood responding to the touch of her 
nails on his flesh. 
	Frank didn’t like the way this sounded to him. “I told you 
that it was for your own good that we end things! I’m not backing 
out if that is what you are thinking!”  Frank started, his voice 
flowing with irritation. 
	Nichole retrieved her hand and straightened her back. “No, 
not at all. I’m sorry for the misunderstanding,” she explained. “I 
know that your sickness makes an exclusive relationship difficult, 
and I accept you decision.” 
 	Frank relaxed a bit, a smug smile spreading across his 
face. “We did have some wonderful times, didn’t we?”
	Nichole grinned, and nodded in agreement.
	“Remember the time in the back room of that restaurant? 
Man, we could hardly control ourselves through the main course.” He 
said.
	“Yes,” she added, “What about the time at the dinner party 
at my father’s house. In the swimming pool!” 
 	“Oh yeah!” Frank remembered, “You were looking especially 
hot that evening.”
	“Why thank you Frank. You’re such a sweetie.” 
	Finally, Frank looked at Nichole with sultry eyes. “So 
honey, are you going to help me with my problem before I leave?” he 
asked. 
	Nichole leaned in close to Frank and whispered, “Oh, yes I 
am.” She stood, and edged closer to Frank’s chair, swinging her 
body in a seductive manner. 
	“Oh yeah?” Frank asked, grinning like a schoolboy after his 
first kiss. “What do you have in mind?"
	Nichole leaned close to Frank’s ear, whispering so softly 
Frank had to strain to hear her words. “Well, Frank honey. I’m 
going to un-tuck your shirt,” the long nail of her index finger 
grazed Frank’s chest as she spoke, moving slowly downward. “I’m 
going to undo your pants, and remove your belt.”
	“Yes?” Frank asked as Nichole paused. 
	She pulled his shirt out from the front of his pants, 
lightly scratching his belly. Frank’s head fell into the back of 
the plush recliner. He moaned with anticipation. 
	“I’m going to get you more excited than you have been in a 
very long time. Then I’m going to give you the best blow job you 
have ever, I mean ever, received.”
	Nichole’s hand edged past Frank’s waistline, the tips of 
her nails grazing the tip of his swollen penis. “And then,” she 
continued as Frank’s eyes widened, awaiting what she would say 
next. “After I’ve tasted your sweet, warm cum in my mouth…  I’m 
going to squeeze your testicles so hard that they will both be 
ruined, and you won’t have a problem anymore.”
	The bottom of Frank’s mouth dropped, and he attempted to 
say, “You bitch” to his former fiancé, but he couldn’t speak. He 
tried to lift his arm to strike her, to push her away, but his 
wrists felt as if they weighed a hundred pounds each. His mind 
raced as he tried to figure out what was happening to him. “What…” 
he weakly asked. 
	Nichole explained after realizing what Frank was trying to 
ask. “The champagne I gave you was laced with a local anesthesia 
and a blood clotting agent. You won’t lose consciousness, but you 
also won’t be able to feel pain, or move a thing below your neck 
for about the next hour or so. And you also won’t bleed to death.”
	Tears swelled up in Frank’s eyes, and he tried to explain, 
tried to let Nichole know that he wasn’t really sick, and that what 
he told her last night was a lie designed to spare her 
feelings. “No,” he finally moaned. His mouth was completely numb. 
	Nichole gave Frank a motherly, understanding look. “Frank 
dear, this is for your own good.” 
	She reached slowly into Franks pants, curving her hand 
skillfully underneath the waistband of his boxers and firmly 
gripping his enlarged penis. Frank could feel her nails gently 
pressing into the soft flesh as she began to stroke. He moaned a 
soft protest as she continued the rhythm, and drops of pre cum 
leaked from his penis head and coated her fingers and palm. 
  	When she had him sufficiently excited, she lowered herself 
to her knees in front of Frank, pushing his knees aside with her 
elbows, and yanking gently on his pants. His cock sprung upright 
when released, and she grabbed it in her left and hand continued to 
stroke while her right hand explored Frank’s sac. She gripped his 
jewels firmly, rolled them in her fingers, squeezed gently at 
first, anything to bring make the experience pleasurable for Frank, 
and his last orgasm his most memorable. 
	Finally, she inserted his member between her wet lips. Her 
tongue rolled over his flesh, feeling every curve of his hard 
penis, while her hands each toyed with one of his genitals, 
savoring the feeling of them between her fingers. Eventually her 
oral administrations brought Frank to a climax, and he groaned with 
pleasure as his cum filled Nichole’s mouth. About halfway through 
Frank’s orgasm, Nichole suddenly squeezed with all her strength on 
Frank’s balls. Although he felt nothing but a slight tingling, 
Frank’s breathing became labored, and he panicked at the thought of 
what was happening. Nichole’s cheeks were puffed out as she 
released his penis with a POP and swallowed his load. She continued 
to crush his testicles for a good minute, feeling them both 
compress and distort under the pressure of her thumbs. Finally she 
released them. 
 	“You have had your fun dear. Now’s my fun,” she said with a 
wicked smile. Frank once again tried to speak, only to find he 
could not. Nichole began by gripping his testicle cords between her 
thumbs and forefingers, and stretching them taut. As she pulled, 
his nuts were tightly compressed against his sac. Nichole watched 
with fascination as the veins jewels increased in size, outlined in 
the skin of his sac. She brought her mouth down to his captured 
balls, and plopped one of them inside. She played with it inside 
her mouth for a while, rolling it around with her tongue. She 
caught the testicle between her teeth, pretending to bite down, and 
releasing it, and biting down again and releasing. Finally after 
building up enough anticipation, she mauled the testicle between 
her molars. She moved her jaw back and forth, as if tearing into a 
rough steak. Eventually, Frank’s firm nut split between her teeth. 
She could feel one half fatten between her teeth, and the other 
shoot out between her teeth and cheek. She shifted her teeth to the 
unflattened half, crushing that part of the testicle with a 
sickening squishing sound, and with a powerful jerk bit through 
Franks sac, severing the ruined gonad by the cord and leaving a 
gaping hole in his ball sac. 
   	Nichole let out a sadistic giggle at the sight. Although 
Frank couldn’t see the total damage, a slight numbness gave the 
indication that one of his testicles had been removed. He started 
breathing heavily from the shock of the situation. 
	Nichole squeezed his remaining nut out through the hole in 
his sack. She positioned the organ between the nails of her thumb 
and forefinger, pressing them tightly together. She could feel the 
ball flatten inside her nails, but it was too firm to break within 
them. She would have to use another approach. Gripping the testicle 
firmly in her fingers, she pressed her thumbnails against the 
flesh. She strained with her nails, pushing the blunt tip of her 
French manicures into the ball. She could feel the wall of the 
testicle fight with her, its compressed contents straining for 
release. Finally, with a wet squishing sound, the wall split, and 
both of her thumbnails tore into the ball, and a clear fluid 
splashed across her shirt, neck, and chin.   Frank let out a gasp, 
his eyes rolling back into his head, and he passed out. Nichole 
pushed one half of the testicle apart with her nail. She examined 
the tubes where Frank’s sperm was produced with fascination. She 
rolled her tongue over the inside of the testicle, feeling the 
texture and tasting the bitter fluid. Finally, she bit the half 
totally off and swallowed it with a gulp. She rolled the remaining 
half, still attached to the cord, in her fingers. She stared at it, 
realizing that this was the last remaining piece of her ex fiancés 
gonads. With one thumbnail, she pressed into the innards of the 
gland, gutting as much of the tissue out as she could, and scooping 
it into her mouth like a piece of sweet fruit. When the entire 
inside was down her throat, she released the cord and empty 
testicle wall. 
	She checked her watch, and still had a good 30 minutes 
before the anesthesia wore off and Frank would recover 
consciousness. She hoped down in her heart that Frank would thank 
her for finally curing him of his sickness.