Some humiliating first aid.

"What is happening? Do we have a wounded?" asked a naked lady wearing only a whistle on a lanyard around her neck (more honestly between her tits.) and an armband designating her as a lifeguard.

"He got stung by a jelly fish," replied Lily. "Can you help him?"

The lifeguard looked down and saw the red marks on K-T's dick. He was in too much pain to reply and was lucky that Lily was helping him.

"Madre Dios. What color was the jelly fish? What size? They are rare on our beaches, but I need to know what we are dealing with."

"Big.... Red..." mumbled K-T. His dick hurt so much he had the instinct to hold it, but he learned after the first try that it was feeling even worse if any pressure was applied.

"Oh those are bad ones, the area touched will soon swell a lot and become really painful. I'm calling for a doctor, but we have to practice first aid quickly is we want to prevent permanent damage. I will need your assistance, as well as more people if you can find them. " She told Lily.

"What do I need to do? Please go fetch more people around." She asked the lifeguard and instructed the man who had just cum in her ass.

"There are special products to rinse stings like that, sadly we don't have any on hand on this beach because this species of jelly fish doesn't normally live around here. We have to use a more ancient remedy. Please urinate on the area that was touched." instructed the lifeguard. K-T thought he had misunderstood the lifeguard who had a slight accent, until he heard Lily try to confirm what he heard.

"You want me to pee on his dick?"

"Yes, it neutralizes the venom of that species. It doesn't work for all of them, but it does for those big red ones. I'd do it myself, but I didn't drink much today and I went half an hour ago. You have to hurry, if you wait too long the damage and pain can become permanent. In some cases people prefer the amputation of the affected area rather than living with the pain of an untreated wound. " She explained. K-T almost could understand that sentiment for something like a foot or a bit of skin somewhere. But the affected area was something he would choose to lose in absolutely no circumstances.

Lily walked over him, facing away from his head and squatted slightly. She had to focus to try to pee on command, it wasn't helped by an ingrained instinct of holding it back in public. K-T tried to enjoy the view of her ass, hanging above his chest, barely more than a foot from his head, he wanted to focus on something more than the pain. Of course the view would be more enjoyable without the sperm dripping from her ass directly on his chest. Butt-guy had brought more people with him, mostly women. And the lifeguard sent him away to bring back drinks for everyone.

Suddenly Lily managed to overcome her instincts and let go of a trickle of pee that splattered all around his cock, most of it missing the mark. It wasn't much, but it was all she had. The next helper was the first of three heavily overweight old woman, probably closer to their 60th birthday than their 50th. She couldn't hold the squatting position and simply sat on his chest. Despite the position she was somehow able to angle a heavy stream of urine on his cock. She was so big that she blocked most of the view, she had a lot more in reserve than Lily had. As gross and humiliating as it was, K-T had to admit that the area touched were less painful now, but it still hurt pretty bad.

K-T could see that the lifeguard had taken to make the other people piss in a bucket. It took the fat lady her two friends help to get up from K-T. Which was not a second too soon as K-T was having trouble to breathe. The two friends went next and at the same time. They were peeing standing and inundated his crotch, but also his legs and most of his chest.

The lifeguard who had been successful in her harvest was running towards him with what looked like a heavy bucket. A few yards from him she tripped on a long strand of kelp, washed on the sand by the big wave. She let go of the bucket as her arms were moving forward, propelling it towards K-T, bottom first.

The very thing that was here to save his junk was flying in his direction, leaving a trail of its content behind it and landed square on his balls, making him instantly pass out from the pain.

And indeterminate amount of time later, K-T came to his sense in what he quickly recognized as a hospital bed.