Opera

Then blocking my view of the lit up exit sign appeared about a dozen twirling female ballerinas, some in pink and some in blue tutus. They were spinning like tops with an arm raised over their head and a slippered foot out to the side. Symphony music played louder here. I did not want to do this but I heard a commotion behind me and the officer had just reached my area, so I took off across the stage. With my hands manicled behind me, I had to weave and dodege my way through the ballerinas. I miscalculated and the heal of a foot slammed into my balls. This nearly stopped me but I pushed foward and another slipperd toe rammed into my balls, causing me to fall to my knees in agony. My stomach did not know what it wanted but if I had any food in there it would want out.

The music stopped and I glanced to my left deeper into the stage to see the ballerinas had grouped together far away from me as I knelt on center stage. I looked further back to see the officer hesitating to go onto the stage after me. I turned to see my goal ahead in red letters for my escape. Then out of the corner of my right eye, a light came on and I glanced over to see five hundred people in formal clothing sitting in the audience. The house lights had gone up. The balcony and box seats looked full. Every face turned on me. I could see many women in low cut gowns with jewerly about their necks and hanging from their earlopes. My dick was sticking straight out. I shot a glance back at the officer and saw her now headed for me. I staggered to my feet and started to run again, but my balls were so sore it was with some effort. I finally reached the other side and pushed the lever to open the exit door and found myself in an alley. One end was a wall of brick, while the other was open to the sidewalk where people went to and fro. I went a few steps and knew it was no use now. I leaned a shoulder onto the the brick building at my side, concentrated on my sore balls, and heard the officer crash through the door after me.