Play-sure is pay-ed in pain

fair warning to the reader: I wrote this chapter on the way down from a pretty strong LSD trip. It might be too intense for your tastes. There is some graphic **** and agonizing pain in this chapter. Proceed at your own risk. And remember. Play-sure is Pay-ed in Pain.

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I remained on the station for decades, some of the very worst of my time in this strange new dimension. I was eventually transferred to a small brothel on the outskirts of the station. I would spend my days there waiting for the female clients to come over to the bar, choose me and take me back to a shitty bedroom for sex, often pulling me by the dick. They paid for a half day usually, less when they had many clients around, tough they could choose to keep me for a full day and night if they wanted to, or even more, so long as they had the cash to afford time on the male.

They usually started with fellatio, they loved to get a load of cum that way, or several, and weren't afraid to use a bit of teeth to keep you interested either. Then they almost always wanted to have vaginal sex. They would hop unto my dick and pump away at me for however long they wanted. This invariably left me sore and chaffed and I had an assortment of **** to keep me going.

As I said previously, they had incredible health care, not like we do on earth. They had this spray for bruises and burns that deposits a new layer of cells on top of the damaged one, healing the bruises instantly. It's great and it provides instant pain relief. I needed it a lot too, the brothels there go through that stuff like a hair salon goes through styling spray.

All the males had constant sores opening up on their cocks from overuse, that's where the spray comes into play, they just apply it and it make you whole. Or almost. The thing is, the new cells need a certain amount of time to take hold. Usually this wouldn't have been a problem for the patient. But in the smaller brothels, there are so few males available that when a large group of client shows up, it's back into service as soon as you're done with the previous one.

I'd finish with one of the females and I'd look over my abused organ, sometimes it was even bleeding, spray the new cells on to get relief from the pain and go downstairs to the lounge area. There I was **** to drink with the clients that choose me for another round and sit with them, and each drink had something like Viagra in it. Only much more powerful and capable of filling up your balls too, not just make you hard as rock. They'd ask me the same 5 stupid questions (where are you from, etc) play with my dick, touch my balls and decide whether to take me upstairs.

So I'd head back upstairs for more, and if the new cells were still fresh they would only last for a few minutes before peeling off again and then it was back to bleeding and begging them to be gentle. I remember more than one of the clients noticing I was in pain or bleeding during sex only to get more turned on by it. Once I was with a girl who said and I quote "hum baby, I love me a bleeder, I'mma fuck your fake skin right off boy."

This went on for several months until a military **** docked at the station on the way to some far off place. Massive amounts of female marines on leave, hungry for sperm, cock and **** and as much of it as possible. That was the straw that broke the camel's dick so to speak. They would wait in a line that went outside the bar and around it twice to get on one of us. That shitty little brothel, I don't even remember the name now, it only had 5 males total.

We had to fuck downstairs on little cots, one girl after another, and they kept using the spray on me, to the point were my cock was getting seriously filled down down by the cycle, the spray just couldn't help it. I could feel the mass of fresh cells bouncing up and down, threatening to come off with each new muscular pussy that pumped me for all it was worth and I dreaded the disaster I knew I was in for.

Then one day it happened, a particularly energetic girl was fucking me as hard as she could when the new cells on top of new cells just collapsed and my dick basically dissolved into goo. They had fucked it to a nub, like a used pencil.

I was screaming in horror, the customer was yelling for help, It was fucking a mess, and the blood everywhere. But that didn't even stop them. They took me to one of the station's real doctors and put me in a growth vat for a week.

They grew me a new cock, good as new, it was an enormous boner, 12 inches of thudding man meat right were the nub used to be. They even tested it, they had nurses excite me, touch me, measure my size, my erection hardness, duration, frequency, everything. Then they delivered me back to the brothel.

The troops stayed on the station for 3 months, coming in waves, in that 3 months I had to go back for new cocks to be installed twice more because they had again fucked them to nubs. Each time they just installed a new massive erection for these bitches to fuck into oblivion. And they loved it too.