A sharp reminder of his condition.

K-T wanted to lose himself in the bliss of the moment, his focus on learning how to do a massage had disappeared in the view of Lily's bobbing chest as she moved around to stretch his muscles in a delightful way.

He was even able to tune out the various manipulations of his estranged dicks, especially since it had calmed down a bit.

A lot sooner than he had hoped, Lily stopped, got up and went to wipe the oil of her hands with some hand towel that was on the coffee table next to the couch.

"So? What do you think of it?" she asked him.

"That was really awesome. You're very talented. I was really sore after our run and now it's like every muscle on my body is completely relaxed." he thanked her.

"When you exercise it is very important to take care of your body. Maybe we could do it again if you keep up with your training. But now, scoot! Time to show me what you got from me showing it to you." She told him.

He got up from the mat and she took his spot. She laid down on her stomach and to K-T's shock she removed the top of her bikini.

"It'll be easier for you and there's no reason to get some oil on it. It's a pain to clean that stuff on white fabric." She explained. K-T was speechless, his crush was laying bellow him, wearing only some tiny bikini bottoms and waiting for him to get his hands all over her body. With her arms under her head, she was letting get some tantalizing sideboob view.

If it wasn't for his missing dick, he'd wonder if his sister hadn't accidentally killed him and he ended in heaven.

"Start with the feet and get up. I'll tell you to go to the next area if you managed to do good enough of a job." She instructed. K-T knew he needed to focus. If he fucked up he might not get access to any of the good bits of her body this time. And since massages were becoming a reward for success in his physical training, he'd have to bust his ass and suffer to get a chance at another go.

He poured oil in his hands and rubbed them on each other like he saw Lily do when she massaged him. Grabbing one of Lily's feet he started to do his best to replicate what she had done to him. The sole of het foot was rougher and more rigid than he'd have expected, but it made sense for someone who spent so much time running.

A muted sigh of Lily clued him up on the fact that he might be doing something nice. He was lucky that she wasn't ticklish or starting on her feet would have doomed him.

He gently put down her left foot, ready to grab the right one when he had to stop himself because of the pain.

"Ouch!" he let go. Someone had just grabbed one of his dicks with very sharp nails and taking no precautions to avoid hurting him.

"What is it?" asked Lily. "You were doing good, you can continue."

He then coughed from the pain once again. The same version of his dick that had been mistreated had just been dropped, slamming his balls on the ground with the weight of his entire junk and that of the device. It was now getting scratched, resting on a very rough surface. It was weird to guess what things were using his genitals, but the closest texture he could guess would be the rough carpeting on a car's floor.

"Is everything OK?" asked Lily, visibly worried about his actions. He was wincing and whoever dropped him had picked him up holding the shaft unceremoniously in a hand that felt almost clawed and flicking repeatedly at his dangling balls.

K-T was now stuck with a choice. Try to ignore and deny what was happening to continue the massage. Or confess what was happening to Lily to try to guess what it was in hope of making it stop