The tale of misfortune

James. Awoken from the sound of a banging cock on his desk. The chickens had gotten out again. Dispite the fact he put a lock on his cocks, James struggled with keeping them under his thumb. His thumb was big enough, yet still struggled with the cocks in his wake. There was simply to many to chase around; they were all slippery and exceeded his grasp when he caught them. James never could hold on to a cock for too long; must be why his boyfriends..... I mean er um, girlfriends left him. Yes that's right, "girlfriends" left him. His mother stepped in the room, making claims that he was playing with his cock to much and he needs to put him away as she hated them as much as the next woman does. James was furious that his prized cock out of the whole litter had gotten out and made it into his room. It was a special cock, quite literally as it was retarded. I mean what cock smashes it's head on a desk to wake someone up. Sometimes the cock would be stroked for hours

End of part 1