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| A vasectomy you could jerk off to |
Tracey sashayed into my room holding a large, heavy-looking folder. She was wearing her white strappy heels with a black mini skirt and tight, red bare-midriff top. She immediately had me hard.
I was still lying in my bed naked with an icepack firmly pressed onto my swollen mushy wad of remaining testicles.
She sauntered up to the side of my bed, pouting seductively, feigning compassion for the miserable state she'd put me in with a thrust of her heel and a kitchen drawer.
"Ooooo... Poor baby, do they still hurt?" She cooed, bending down with her hands on her knees, providing me an ample view down her flimsy top.
"So bad," I whimpered.
She perked up, "Good. I'd think I'd lost my touch if they didn't. Why don't you give me a look at that mess you call your reproductive organs then?"
I lifted the icepack off my crotch to let her inspect the swollen purple lumps in my scrotum.
"Wow, I really fucked you up good. Is this what you were hoping would happen all those times you jerked off to the thought of me fucking up your nuts?"
"I didn't think it would hurt this much, and it hurts so bad when I jerk off now."
"Oh poor little numbnuts, at least you can still get hard. Look at this," she said flipping open the very large folder. "I got them to check your sperm count after I splattered them all over the inside of that drawer, and it looks like it's official: no babies for you."
"What?!" I shrieked.
She wickedly smiled, "Have a look for yourself." She dropped the heavy folder, spine-first into my exposed gonads. I screamed out and began coughing.
"Whoopsie," she pouted. "Well at least you can still feel something down there. Count yourself lucky."
"Why?!" I moaned through gritted teeth.
"That was for jerking off without my permission." She cutely bounced on the balls of her feet, very pleased with herself and her control over me.
"You're right." I admitted. "I'm sorry."
I gingerly lifted the folder and inspected the reports. It was true. My nuts were practically useless.
Tracey sat down on the bed beside me, "To think, I finally followed through on all my threats to sterilise you."
Suddenly an idea sprang to mind.
"Hey Tracey, I know you've lost your job recently-"
Tracey's mood turned sour at the thought and her perfectly manicured hand shot up between my legs, vicing my already damaged and sensitive nut meat. She began to crush and twist.
"You mean how I was unfairly let go by my boss after his wife discovered the bruises on his balls?What about it?"
"Well!-" I yelped. In a higher pitch than usual, I continued, "Have you thought about doing this professionally?"
She loosened her grip, "You mean, getting guys to lick my feet, suck my toes, pay my bills and then get their nuts mangled? I thought you were the only person dumb enough to get off on that."
"I was thinking specifically the involuntary vasectomy you just gave me. There's a pretty big market for vasectomies and they can be expensive. Have a look at this online forum I'm on, all these guys would kill to have someone as hot as you permanently end their sperm production."
I reached for my laptop and handed it over to her.
"Well," she started, examining the thread, "there are a lot of guys on here ready to part with a lot of cash. And it would be a shame to let my gift go to waste, between you, my ex and now my ex-boss, I'm pretty good at ruining sex lives."
"You got your boss too?!" This was the first I'd heard of it.
"What? You'd think I'd let him fire me and then go home to fuck his ditsy wife? No, no, no, sweetie, I'm pretty sure he won't be getting it up again."
My dick stood firmly at attention between us, she cast a sideways glance at it raising an eyebrow, pleased with the effect she was having on me.
"What did you do to him? It took you months to kill off my sperm."
"Oh honey, I was just toying with you. You're my friend. If I'd wanted to I could have ended your manhood with one kick."
I visibly choked at the thought of the power at Tracey's feet. A jet of precum oozed down my cock. Tracey dabbed a finger at the head of my cock and whisked it up to her lips, sucking her finger clean. "Yep, tastes like you're shooting blanks. Just like my ex - Andy."
She winked at me as I moaned at her touch.
"Let me show you the shoes I rocked his world with?"
I nodded feverishly.
She left the room and moments later returned with a devastating strappy stiletto heel. It was a six inch heel, the thought of this open-toed weapon slamming into a man's crotch made me wince.
She came back to the bed, "I convinced him I'd give him a goodbye blowjob and handcuffed him to his desk, then I stomped until there was nothing left. He even threw up, but I went out for lunch and only came back when I knew he'd missed the chance a hospital could have done anything for him." I audibly moaned as she handed me the shoe, "Go on, you can smell it if you want."
I jumped at the chance, sinking my face into her shoe. The scent was divine.
"Good pet, now start cleaning it with your tongue."
I was on the verge of cumming. I carefully bathed and lapped at every aspect of the leather with my tongue, picking up the salt and aromas of her foot sweat.
"Now give it back to me," she ordered. I reluctantly complied. "And this, my pet, is how it feels."
Without hesitation she jammed the heel into my wounded crotch. All the weight of her delicate arm swing and the ferocity of the heel mangled my nuts, skewering them perfectly.
I blacked out immediately.
"So easy," she thought. "Maybe she could make a living out of vasectomies. God, men were dumb and disgusting." She placed the dangerous heel back on her beautifully pedicured foot.
"Better wake him up to get those forum details and start crushing those nuts. Time to go get some Deep Heat to rub him awake," she cruelly planned. "And I should probably get him a bucket. I'm definitely going to make him puke."
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