Wake up in the middle of the night

Elaine was insatiable. Her breasts jiggled in front of Alex’s face as she rode his hard cock, bringing it close to yet another — was it the tenth time? — orgasm of the night. Alex is is absolute bliss and moans freely, unconcerned about who might hear. After all, who is there to interrupt their passions here on this lonely mountaintop, surrounded only by the flock of curious Pegasus?

Alex takes Elaine in his arms and rolls over on top of her. His penis is still rock hard, despite being drained countless times. He lost track of how often his rod had brought the beautiful vixen to climax, but as he pistons his shaft in and out of her tight, hot cunt, she cries out and clenches her pussy hard around his cock. Their bodies glisten in the moonlight. Alex feels his balls preparing to unload yet another copious load into Elaine’s love canal, when one of the Pegasus steps forward and nuzzles him.

Alex tries to brush the winged horse’s nose out of the way. That’s when he notices something in the animal’s mouth. It is difficult to make out in the twilight. He reaches for it, only to be stopped by Elaine’s clutching hand and her plea, “Don’t stop, Alex! I’m going to cum again!”

He spares only a quick look down to see her beautiful face contort in the ecstasy of orgasm before refocusing his attention on the object in the animal’s mouth. As his hand grasps the object, he feels its hard, cold composition. Drawing it closer for examination, Alex realizes he is holding a pair of tin snips. A wave of confusion and fear flows over him.

Alex feels something nudging him from the other side. He looks, and it is another Pegasus. This one is carrying another object: a leather pouch. Alex retrieves the pouch and begins to open it, but Elaine puts her hand on his and says, “I’m ready for you again, Lover Boy. Fuck me hard like the stud you are!”

He feels her grinding her pelvis against his, gyrating it to massage his throbbing cock. Alex wants to focus on their lovemaking, but he must know what is in the pouch. He unties the string and reaches inside. What he feels is warm, wet, and quite unsettling. He pulls out the contents and nearly vomits as he recognizes his own scrotum and testicles in his hand. He opens his mouth to cry out, but no voice escapes his throat.

Instead, the only noise that can be heard on the lonely mountaintop is Elaine’s cry of passion. Alex reaches down between his legs to examine his crotch. Finding no testicles there, he withdraws his hand and sees it is covered with blood. He looks down at Elaine to tell her that he needs to get to a doctor right away.

But Elaine isn’t there. Instead, Alex finds himself looking into the face of Mr. Murphy, who scowls at him menacingly. He says, “Now that I’ve got your balls, I might as well take that ding-a-ling of yours, too. They’ll make a nice display on my mantelpiece.”

Alex looks down to where, a moment ago, his cock was driving in and out of Elaine’s snatch. Now, however, it isn’t the young woman’s velvety slit that holds his cock; it is a large metal vice, clamping and crushing the young man’s shaft.

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Alex sits up in his bed, covered in sweat, and gasping for air. He looks around, disoriented for a moment, until he realizes he is back in his bed.

“It was a dream,” he says to himself with relief. “No... not a dream. That was a freaking nightmare!” Alex had never had any education about psychology or dream interpretation, but he had little doubt what prompted the horrifying scene that interrupted his sleep.

He lays his head back on his pillow, calming himself and grateful that it was all a dream. Just to be on the safe side, though, he reaches under the blanket and sighs in relief when he feels the familiar package between his legs, still intact and safe from Mr. Murphy’s tin snips and mantelpiece.

Alex looks out the window. It is quite dark outside, telling him that it is still a fair amount of time before morning. He closes his eyes to try to return to sleep, but his thoughts return to that disturbing dream. As horrible as it ended, the first part was downright enjoyable. He tried to remember all of the details of what it was like to indulge in endless, repeated sex with the insatiable Elaine. As he recreated the scene in his memory, a pup tent slowly rises midway down the bed. Unconsciously, Alex’s hand returns to his crotch — this time, not to confirm that he still had his balls, but to rub his blood-engorged shaft. As he does so, he tries to remember how wonderful it felt when it was Elaine’s cunt, rather than his palm, lovingly embracing his penis.

Alex allowed his imagination to wander. He tried to picture Elaine, knowing that she was just a few feet away from him at this very moment. No doubt she is asleep, and her soft, gentle breathing is causing her chest to lift her supple breasts in a tantalizing fashion. Maybe she sleeps nude. She probably does, he concluded. Maybe she is dreaming about him at this very moment, and in her dreamy state, she is just as aroused as he is.

Alex shakes his head and lets go of his rod. He flips over onto his stomach and rebukes himself for this juvenile fantasy. Elaine is bad news, for sure. Rather than fuel these stupid fantasies, he should be focusing his attention on staying away from her before he loses this apprenticeship opportunity — and his balls.