Paint With Donald Trump

The human scrotum can take a surprising amount of tension and abuse. I've found out that with proper care and stretching the scrotum can carry weights well into the high double digits. I first witnessed this in the BDSM scene but experienced it firsthand a few years ago in an airport bathroom. I was in the middle of a phase that included stealthily hiding in public women's restrooms and simply basking in the symphony of bodily noises and splish-splashes of shit hitting water and whatnot. Eventually it grew to a point where I couldn't handle it anymore and I'm a very quiet masturbator anyway from earlier habits so I began to caress myself during some of the noisier grunts and poots and it got to a point where I would recklessly flog away without a care in the world and that was where I would usually discover the best orgasms and anyway one day in Quebec I began the usual routine of perching precariously on the toilet like a gargoyle so women couldn't see my hairy legs and spreading apart for a comfortable masturbation aperture and waiting for the right defecator to enter next to me and eventually one came in and began shitting and I did my thing but before I came, she stopped and I could tell she was listening.

"Are you... jerking off?"

My silence only made her suspicions stronger, and at that point I was worried because I've had runins with the law before in similar situations and I would not last well in prison due to my delicate dietary needs and anyway I was poised to run when she said those words that haunt my memory to this day, in the best way possible:

"Dangle your junk just beneath the door gap."

I was floored, and I really didn't know how to react at first but to think it was a Larry Craig type sting operation, but eventually the testosterone prevailed and I got on my knees on the filthy airport bathroom floor and dangled just beneath the calf-height gap between the stalls.

"Just the balls."

So I lifted up my cock and furrowed my brow, not sure what to expect. Suddenly, a hand, fingernails elegantly trimmed and sensually painted, gripped my scrotum, and began to gently massage, sticking a finger against my taint for good measure. I was in heaven. but she had ulterior motives! Right as I was being tickled in the best way possible, she suddenly reared and yanked my scrotum downwards and against the stall wall with the force of an insecure man trying to prove his masculinity while starting a lawn mower.

I was in incredible pain, and I barely heard her stall door slam as I laid on the piss-and-pube covered floor moaning. when I gather the fortitude to vacate the premises, my scrotum had gained about 3 inches in vertical length and I'll be damned if it, to this day, doesn't hang lower than an uncastrated elderly St. Bernard dog.

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