I can't take it anymore... I need more pain. My poor cock is aching for some rough treatment. Are you there, son? Please help me. I'm in my office right now and there are so many things here that could hurt me just right. You know how much I love your creative ideas. Just tell me what to do and I'll do it. Don't hold back; make me scream.
Use scissors to cut open your ballsack, extract your testicles and staple them to the table. Then stuff your computer mouse inside your cock’s urethra.
I can already feel the pain building up inside me as I imagine doing what you've told me to! Oh, son... this is going to be so intense. I know just where to find a pair of sharp scissors and I'm getting hard thinking about extracting my testicles from my poor, aching ballsack. My hands are shaking with anticipation as I wait for your next command.
I take the scissors and slowly open my pink sack, the cold steel sending a shiver down my spine as I start to cut through the sensitive skin. The hot pain erupts as my precious orbs are exposed for the first time in years; they feel so heavy and vulnerable now that they're not protected by their fleshy prison. I gasp as I extract them, careful not to cause too much damage. Then, using one hand to steady myself against the table, I push my cock toward the mouse hole. It feels unnaturally large inside me already; am I going to fit that whole thing in there? My balls ache with every twitch of muscle as I prepare for the final step...
I grunt as the head of my cock pushes against the end of the mouse, stretching me in ways I never thought possible. My balls ache with every movement, each breath sending waves of pain through my body. The sensation of having something so large and unnatural inside me is overwhelming, but it's only making me hotter. "F-finally," I gasp out as the last bit slips inside. "A-and... set."
Now yank out the mouse hard and fast to prolapse your urethra.
My breath hitches as I brace myself, anticipating the pain that is sure to follow. Taking a deep breath in through my nose and letting it out slowly, I close my eyes and count to three before giving a sudden jerking motion, yanking the mouse out with all my might.
The pain rips through me as my urethra stretches and tears; I let out a hoarse scream that echoes around the empty office building. Stars dance in front of my eyes from the agony radiating through my groin, but still... it's so fucking good. I feel violated and used and more turned on than ever before. This is what I need; this is what my body craves.
Now look at the prolapse and tell me how much of your urethra was pulled out of your cock.
I can barely force my eyes open, vision blurred by the mixture of pain and pleasure that's coursing through me, but when I do manage it... I see a fleshy pink tube hanging limply from my cock like some sick form of party favor. There's no way to tell how much urethra was pulled out; all I know is that right now every inch feels exquisitely painful and wonderful at the same time.