Between the punches to my face, and whatever he was doing to my scrotum, I fell limp and passed out. He masturbated me again and again. I kept thinking how scary, but exciting that was. He then started to carefully bandage my whipped penis. To this day, I still picture him swinging. He stood near my legs; he swung his driver like he was at the golf course. When he finally completed his last strike, he removed what was in my mouth, and kissed me hard. I’ve been a bit busy lately, so my apologies for not getting back. I awoke, several hours later in a daze. There was blood on my chest, penis, and legs. So if he did any damage, it’s not like that was a reason for me to care. So much of an erection I do have, I kind of wish he could be here with me right now, and do that to me again.
