“Shall we start?” Mark asked.I nodded.Mark carefully attached the vice to my left testicle, and with a few quick turns of the screw, clamped my te...sticle. It felt very weird to feel another man touching my balls.“Let’s start then!” said Mark.He turned the screw again.I took a deep breath when I felt the slowly increasing grip of the vice, but I only felt a small pressure. Mark waited at least a minute before turning the screw again.When he turned it, the pressure grew definitely unpleasant.. As my thoughts continued to turn in amore feminine direction, in my hormonal haze, I realized that therewasn't as much friction on my cock anymore and I realized that there wasa strange wet tightness down there instead. She was barely hanging on tothe tip of my cock now and was slipping the rest of her fingers into mydeveloping vagina.My penis grew smaller and smaller and smaller and I felt it start toshift and follow the rest of the skin down there into a warm slit.Before long she wasn't. She was in her forties and he was merely eighteen. But that did not bother him. He wanted her more than anyone. From the first moment he had seen her he knew he wanted her. She had short blonde hair, a heaving pair of breasts, that were easily D-cups, and of course the centre thought of his relentless jacking off, the finest butt known to man, that was nice and curved, two fat cheeks for him to get his hands on, and long legs that did dirty things in his mind. She had a gorgeous figure for her. "Hello, Dad," said a familiar voice."Bethany?" I said, turning to face her. "What are you doing here?"She merely smiled.I turned my attention back to Carol, realisation dawning."You drugged my drink!" I did," she said, stubbing out her cigarette, "and now it's time toprepare you for the ritual. A month ago your neighbours were Kyle Holtand his teenage daughter Carol, then things got changed for the better.Now it's your turn to...."At that point I finally lost consciousness and heard no more. .