That Dream Again

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Cas woke up in a cold sweat. He had this dream often. His cunting. Relived. Ann was there, as usual. She slipped the tab in his beer. Apparently his rough fucking had been too far and she decided she would teach him a lesson. They were at the bar. But in the dream, he was bottomless. No pants. And the entire bar is watching. Watching his balls pressed into their inguinal canals, his scrotum pressing tight against his crotch, then splitting along the seam. His cock shrinking, his piss hole sliding down his frenulum as his cock shrank. His dickhead shrinking, reforming to a swollen clit. And since he was circumcised as a child, his foreskin would leave his clit forever uncovered, forever rubbed raw by the seam of his jeans, forever aroused, forever hungry and aching. And the telltale splash of pink mucus as the excess tissue, with nowhere to stay in his body, pour out of his virgin hole.

The whole bar is there, practically the whole town, all pointing. All laughing. All relishing in his loss. Schadenfreude. They had heard stories, seen the cheezy movies (used with the temporary cunt juice - can't have real celebs being cunted!) And some even having visited the dark web of those poor unfortunate souls being cunted like some manhood snuff films. But they're watching it live. Laughing. Pointing. With Cas's hand not being able to cover his embarrassing loss.

The sweat poured off him, and he clutched his knees, weeping silently, trying not to wake Sebastian. "It's over. It's the past," he whispered to himself. "Ann is in prison. infibrulated, with her clitorectomy." The punishment for taking a cock without permission is like for like. So they took her fun button. Made her hole an exit only hole. Caspian's lower maw clenched with the thought. At least he could still cum, but he missed his cock dearly.

Sebastian's hand rested on Caspian's thigh. "You ok hon?" he muttered. "Better now," he replied. "Come here," Sebastian urged, and he spooned Caspian, his arms around his belly, his cock lying limply against his ass crack.

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