NATE’S NIGHTMARE by Regis

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Writer: Regis

Subject: NATE’S NIGHTMARE

Story Codes: Erotic Horror

Synopsis: A twelve-year-old boy masturbates excessively, and because of this, his testicles grow to a size that makes him proud to be seen in the showers at school, sporting a ball sack the size of a man’s. He alternates the side he sleeps on, believing that it is healthier, and begins to have nightmares about gremlins intent on removing his impressive balls with their claws.

Nate’s Nightmare

Nathaniel was having nightmares. It was October, with Halloween on its way, and he dreamed of gremlins with sharp claws chanting ‘Alter Nate, Alter Nate, Alter Nate! Alter, alter, alter-Nate!’ Our young man had no wish to be altered. The thought was absurd, but it awoke him regularly, and each time the gremlins seemed to be closer, more persistent, their claws longer and sharper.

His older sister was Natasha, and she had claimed the name Nat, so he had to settle for Nate. Nat was a beauty, popular, at fifteen and in grade 10, and was regularly pursued by boyfriends. Nate was twelve, in grade 7, and for nearly a year now had masturbated at least daily, his fist being his penis’s only lover.

Nate loved fist fucking, and when his semen spurted, he caught it in his free hand and licked it. He got to like the taste and always cleaned it up with his tongue. He wasn’t flexible enough to reach his penis with his mouth, so he gathered cum in his hand to eat. He also tried the taste of his urine, but it was the product of his bladder, not his testicles, and he didn’t care for the acrid tang.

This regular attention to his penis and excessive usage had caused his testicles to develop to the size of grown men’s gonads, and they brought him a sense of pride in the school shower room, where for the first time he was naked in front of others. His penis, even when flaccid, was sizeable, and his balls bulged proudly, drawing admiring stares from other boys.

The nightmares he had about the gremlins, stout furry little creatures, seemed to become more frightening each night, and Nate was beside himself with deepening concern. He had read once that it was healthier to change sides on which you slept frequently, and he developed the habit of reminding himself of this each time he got up to go to the bathroom.

‘Alternate,’ he would say to himself when he got up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet. ‘Alternate.’ Now the gremlins in his nightly nightmares chanted ‘Alter, alter, alter-Nate! Alter, alter, alter-Nate! He had difficulty going back to sleep, fearing his gremlins would be awaiting him, so he practiced bending forward. At the same time, he masturbated and soon mastered ejaculating directly into his reaching mouth.

He started leaving his bedside lamp on when he went to bed, and then leaving on the main bedroom light. Neither helped. They just kept him awake longer, masturbating more, and enjoying drinking his own semen. The more tired he was, the stronger the nightmares. He stopped reminding himself to sleep on the opposite side each time he lay down, but the gremlins gave him no respite.

Nate slept regularly without pyjamas, enjoying the freedom of air movement through his groin and the feel of the sheets on his genitals. He began to masturbate as soon as he got into bed, believing that would take his mind off his gremlins, but doing so brought his attention back to his bulging testicles, stretching the tender flesh of his scrotum.

One night as he masturbated, he felt something move under his quilt. Then something else, something scratching. The gremlins were under the covers with him! He quickly jerked the quilt and sheet off the bed, leaving himself naked on the lower sheet. The gremlins were still there, and they were scratching at his scrotum with their sharp nails!

He spread his legs and lifted his hips as if to avoid them, but they persisted, their flailing nails digging off bits of flesh, gradually removing his testicle sack, and now they were digging grooves in his exposed nuts. Nate screamed at the top of his lungs, but that did nothing to derail the onslaught. AS they clawed him, they chanted ‘Alter Nate! Alter Nate!’

The attack continued and escalated, with his precious testicles the sole target. There appeared more and more gremlins, until there were more than fifty of the little beasts, clawing viciously at his precious nuts. They were being torn to shreds, and blood poured from beneath his rising erection. Nate was getting off on this.

Then suddenly the apparitions were gone. There were no more gremlins. There were also no more testicles. The gremlins had gone because they had successfully altered Nate. He was now a Eunuch.

THE END