Escape and Chaos

I left Jill, walked out on her. But something is horribly wrong. I don't know why or what or how.

I've been with Jill for almost six months now. I never imagined having this much sex. She is insatiable. Her body is gorgeous. Her breasts are perfect, not too large and not too small, and totally up-- not saggy at all. Her stomach is hard and flat and when she fucks I can see her six pack, the way she strains the muscles, thrusting her hips at me.

Her ass is perfect. She loves having things inserted into it, everything from dildos to my cock, to my finger when we are fucking straight style. 

Jill's legs are long and strong and slim and when she raises them up and wraps them around me I can't get loose, she holds my hips in and urges me to thrust deeper, deeper...

My girlfriend's face is to die for. She gets hit on all the time, but she's with me. She won't do anyone else. And when we have sex it is like an orgy of debauchery and passion. We fuck in every position known and a few unknown, try every toy, make our own toys.

Jill likes danger sex-- having sex in weird places, spontaneously. We fucked at the zoo once, off in an area of brush, just off a walkway. 

One time... we fucked under water. OK, I am pretty sure we aren't the first to do that, but we are one of the first. She learned to scuba with me just so we could do that.

She's the perfect lover. Passionate, sexy, adventurous, willing to try anything, loving, pretty, perfect body...

And really controlling. 

Ever since we became lovers, she controls my time. When I can be at home, when I go to work. What jobs I do around the house. And most importantly, when we have sex. Which is often, Almost every day, and sometimes more than once in a day.

Akicking them, beating them, twisting them until I think they are going to pop. She hurts me so bad I scream, and once the neighbors complained and said they would call the cops.

nd whenever we have sex, as fantastic as it is, she insists and busting my balls afterward. I mean

After that you would think Jill would let up, right? Ease up and the ball crushing? Nope.

After the neighbors complained about me screaming when she kicked me in my groin, Jill started making me wear a gag.

Testicles can burst, did you know that? I'm convinced mine will if I stay with Jill.

She controls me like this because she has my remote control. The one that controls my erections and my sex urges. Yeah... the one that triggers the surgical implants in my brain and spine. Basically, if I walk in the door and she wants to fuck, she just pushes the button and I get this raging erection and can think of nothing but relieving my load of cum by fucking the daylights out of her. No choice.

I think the erections I have are probably larger and harder than almost any guy, so much so they are painful. Until I get relief by cumming. 

Well, I finally got back the remote. She keeps it in a safe, but a few days ago she left the safe unlatched. She thought the door had closed all the way but it didn't. Maybe because I had managed to get a piece of gum in the door. She left for work and I managed to get the remote out. I packed bags and left, moving into a friend's apartment (I gave mine up when we moved in together).

I left her a note explaining that I couldn't take the constant ball busting, mixed with the way she just demanded and controlled every bit of my life.  I apologized, and I really do feel bad about it. She's the girl that took me in, befriended me, helped me with my impotence, became my girlfriend when I had problems with the implants. She's guided me and helped me. She's controlling, but then, maybe I need a woman to sort of take control of my life.

But the constant ball beating... it's just... too much.

I fear for my health. I am scared she is going to burst a testicle. And it hurts, too. OK, I need the discipline, I don't mind, and in fact I rather enjoy Jill taking control and using disciplinary methods. It just... hurts so damn bad.

And she enjoyed hurting me so much.

She threatened to start inserting needles into my balls. She hasn't done it, but that was the last straw. I needed to get out. So I managed to steal the remote and get out of the house. I'm on my own now.

But something is wrong.

I was in Home Depot the other day. In the middle of the electric aisle, with light bulbs and switches and who knows what... and I suddenly felt my cock springing to life. When that happens, I panic because it means I will be overwhelmed by a need to fuck something, anything, any second. 

The urge to sink my cock into something, anything, became overwhelming in about 30 seconds. I staggered down the isle to the back, things in a general haze. I might be able to just find a nook, a place where people wouldn't notice, pull my dick out and masturbate furiously for a while.

Then I saw it. A large, stuffed dinosaur. It was there for some stupid promotion or something. It's ass had a small rip, a tear, and it looked soft and delicious inside and before I knew it my cock was out and sinking deep within the stuffed dinosaur.

Fortunately, it was in the back of the store. I found myself mounting it and thrusting my hips, moaning and grunting, trying to cum as fast as I could. Not because I was embarrassed or didn't want anyone to notice. No, I was too far gone for that.

No, I was trying to cum quickly because that's the only thing that my body wanted to do at that moment. Jerk off until I unleashed a huge sticky load.

And so I did. Inside that dinosaur. I left a nice large load of sperm inside that stuffed dinosaur.

When I was done I looked around. One couple had passed the aisle while I was humping, and had quickly moved on. Otherwise I was good.

Relieved, I exited the store quickly. I mean, I won't go back their, either because they probably have me on video.

At home I sat and wondered what had happened. It had been several months since I had problems with unwanted orgasms and ejaculations. This was was completely unexpected. It was almost as if Jill had fired off my remote... but I had the remote.

I checked it. It was still in its hiding place at home. I had a seal on it too, so if it was tampered with I would know. It was safe. 

Chalking it up to a glitch in my embedded chips, I decided I wouldn't worry about it any more. There wasn't anything I could do, anyway. The doc who had done the original procedure was in Switzerland, and I had no money anyway.

Everything was fine for three days, and then it happened at home.

Nothing much was happening, I was hanging around, waiting for some laundry to be done when suddenly my cock started growing again and the urge to purge hit me.

This time it didn't take much. I had barely pulled my pants down and observed my cock bouncing, throbbing by itself, when I felt the gathering climax.

I had touched my cock briefly when removing my pants and then afterward when they were down, but I had not stroked it.

I was looking around for something to fuck, feeling the overwhelming urge, when it just... came. Ejaculated. A huge spurt of sperm, spraying straight out.

I stood for a moment while it spurted out, shuddered, moaned, whimpered, and collapsed on the floor with my cock still dripping.

When it was over, there was a long strip of white sticky fluid in a straight line on the carpet, right in front of where I had been standing.

Oh my god... what had happened?

I was just cumming uncontrollably, at random times.

Jill called the next day, to see if I was OK. That was a bit suspicious but she sounded concerned. It was nice talking to her. She was really nice, a good person. I sort of wanted to go back to her, because frankly... well, I sort of have fallen for her. Like, really in love.

Jill is also the best girl I have ever had in my life. And I don't mind the controlling bit, not that much. It's actually a bit of a turn on to have a woman tell me what to do and be able to decide when I want sex and when I don't.

Then I reminded myself of the ball beatings. My memory of those had faded a bit, but every time she would abuse my testicles, I remember swearing I needed to get out from under her. So I just told her everything was all right, just fine.

She said if I ever wanted to come back, she'd consider it. That she loved me as well.

It sort of melted my heart to hear that and I almost asked to come back, but then... I held firm.

The next morning I was laying in bed thinking about what was happening. I wondered whether I could fight the urges when I get them, what would happen if I just steeled myself, worked hard to ignore the erection and arousal. If I could control it mentally... I might be able to get by with these random attacks.

So out came the remote. I was determined to try resisting this time. I pushed the button and waited. Almost immediately my cock began to get hard. I watched it as it just grew. It generally takes about 30 seconds for it to get rock hard, after which the overwhelming urge to fuck hits me. I think it takes that long for the hormones or chemicals or something to hit my brain.

I tried so hard not to touch myself, and just let the cycle of arousal take its course. It was everything I could do to just lay there without touching. though eventually I couldn't help it. I wasn't even aware when my hand went down and touched myself, though it was only for a moment.

Semen gathered inside me and while I did my best to just lay there and not succumb to the urges, it just happened.

Body fluid spurting all over my stomach.

I moaned loudly, I couldn't help it. My whole body shuddered, captured in the orgasm that flooded my body. I think the fact that I had resisted made the whole experience even more intense, the orgasm sharper and more overwhelming.

The whole process took about five minutes.

I tried calling Alice, my doc, where she works in Switzerland but couldn't get through. I can't live like this. My genitals are out of control, suddenly becoming aroused and driving me to do things I can't stop. Things that can lead to very embarrassing moments. I remember almost getting arrested at the Arby's that one time when Jill saw me there.

Ever since I left Jill, it seems like the number of uncontrolled erections and ejaculations has skyrocketed. And it seems to be happening at the most awkward times.

There's a girl named Paula I met at work. She's really pretty and nice, and I asked her out. I am afraid to now, because if my implants go off and I get one of these attacks when I am out with her... what will happen?

I'm going out with her tonight. I can only hope nothing bad happens.