The next day I slept in. When I finally roused after 10am, my stomach dropped when I saw a text message from Mel.
“I enjoyed our date last night Petey. Hope you had a fun walk home. I’ll see you soon.” There was an attachment, which played a video of him laying me down the bed and fucking me. Mel had made another video of me last night, again without me even being aware- his phone must have been propped up somewhere to record both of us. Like the first video, it hid Mel’s face while capturing mine. This one was even worse than the last, because it showed how much I wanted it. Wanted to be butt-fucked. I watched in horrified fascination – my legs wrapping around him, my hands squeezing on his big hairy ass cheeks like a whore, bucking my hips into him invitingly. My face buried between his drooping hairy chest or in his armpits, licking eagerly.
I looked down at myself under the covers, and saw my bedspread tenting up. The video of my degradation made me rock hard. I whipped off my bed covers and looked at my shaven, naked body, the bite marks ringing around my nipples, the hickeys on my neck. Where Mel had defaced me. Past my hairless belly and bare crotch, to my modest but achingly erect penis standing up straight.
It was as if over these past two encounters, Mel had recoded my sexuality so that all I wanted was abuse and humiliation from big-bellied, nasty old men with big cocks. I paused the video at a moment where his hulking, hairy body was pinned over mine, crushing me, and it looked like he was a giant and I was a little weakling. As if I was watching a porno of some tiny chick getting plowed by a huge, hairy-shouldered old man. The contrast made me swoon with lust, knowing that it was my little body being plundered under his immense, sweating form. I leaned the phone against some pillows so I could play with my nipples with my free hand. As I jerked off I thought of Mel’s cock in me and also the Eastern European man who had pissed on me in the alley, who had beaten and robbed me to teach me a lesson. I wondered what his big uncut cock looked like hard.
I came in four thick, roping strands all over my belly and chest. I slowly got out of bed, but I didn’t rush to clean myself, nor did I get dressed. I had a strange thought. What would Mel want me to do at this moment? He’d want me to walk around bare ass, bare ass naked in my own apartment splattered with cum. It was out of character for me, I was generally modest. But that morning as I slowly pulled myself together, making coffee, eating breakfast, answering a few work emails and eventually cleaning the cum off of me, I remained nude. Curtains open. All because I had the perverse feeling that Mel would want me to remain naked even when alone.
I kept getting caught in mirrors, looking at the bite marks around my nipples, the ridiculous hickeys all over my neck, and the bright red handprints still stinging my backside from Mel’s brutal spanking, as well as the stamp bearing his name and declaration of ownership on my right butt cheek. Each time my hard little dick would pulse achingly, and I would get distracted, feel myself up for a bit in the mirror, but I resisted jacking off again, instead maintaining this hopeless horniness.
At around 1:00pm I decided to go to the gym. Again that insidious thought took shape in my mind- what would Mel want me to wear at the gym? Certainly not my usual relatively modest ensemble. In place of the usual t-shirt and shorts, I packed the skimpiest clothes I had. The shorts I only wore running, which had a slit in the middle and only covered about an inch of my leg, exposing almost all of my muscular thigh. The shirt was even more out of character – it was a bright neon-green tang-top meant only for running outdoors in hot weather. The tang-top went low, exposing the sides of my by body all the way down to my hips, as well as my nipples. Once I saw how ridiculous it looked, I had never worn it but been too lazy to return it, burying at the back of my drawer. The coup de gras – in place of underwear to wear at the gym, I packed a jockstrap, a holdover from my football days. It took up half the space in my gym bag than my regular outfit- I was going to be wearing half the clothing that I usually wore.
As I walked to the gym I had a raging hard-on. The gym would be relatively crowded with men on their lunch break, different than the guys I saw when I worked out in the evening.
When I say the men at the gym, I mean men. I had picked this gym after moving to my apartment two years ago, it was the most convenient and cheaper than the big chain gym I had been going to previously. It was a little more rundown, didn’t have classes or even physical trainers, hardly any staff besides someone at the front, but the price was right. I had only seen a woman there once or twice – otherwise it was all men, and the population skewed a little older and just a bit more salt of the earth than the yuppies at my old chain gym.
After I swiped my fob, I passed through the mostly empty gym floor only a few guys were working. I picked a spot in the middle of the locker room and laid out my purposefully humiliating clothes. Clothes that would make me look not like a normal guy, but as an exhibitionist, a sexually receptive queer
I decided to put my gym bag in the locker first and then slowly strip naked, again imagining how Mel would want me to do things. Once completely bare ass, I put each item in the locker as well. As I slowly got ready, I noticed men’s eyes on my bare body. I got some amused smirks from my shaven, love-bruise covered body and my clearly spanked red bottom.
“Wow a full shave, huh?” A short man with curly white hair was looking at me. He was perhaps in his late 50s and was packing up his squash equipment.
“Yes Sir.” I chirped out automatically. This made him laugh. He paused then walked over to me. I stood there passively as he ran his hand up my bare legs, then poked his fingers into both of my underarms, making me flinch. He was much shorter than me, a skinny old bird, but he had a domineering attitude and I just let him feel me up, staring ahead nervously like I was being examined by a doctor. I noticed that his tan hands were coated in wiry white hair.
“Damn, legs too. And your pits.” I just nodded as he fingered around my pits, then rubbed my chest, his hands grazing over my nipples, making me gasp. He laughed at my reaction, keeping his hand on my body, rubbing my stomach or the tops of my hamstrings were hair should be.
“I mean the bush is one thing, but, the whole body, wow. Is that common among guys your age then?” He asked, caressing where my happy trail should be on my stomach.
“Not really, Sir.” I admitted, causing him to chortle.
“So you’re just a very special little boy then, I guess.” He said, winking. He then lightly slapped my bare butt as he walked out of the gym, chuckling to myself. I felt my face go even redder, being called a little boy by a man whose head barely came up to my chest.
I quickly got dressed. His teasing and the liberties he had taken with my naked body had gotten my little dick hard. I had wanted to expose myself and get attention, but full mast in the locker room could get me in trouble. I was quickly dressed, though my purposefully skimpy clothing did little to disguise my erection.
I went to the room in the corner of the gym where there were squatting racks and other leg equipment. I was going to work out my legs and glutes, and started with squats. I knew Mel would want me working out my ass for him.
As I was adding weights to the squat rack, a solidly-built older man with a shaved head approached me from behind. He was a bit shorter than me but much wider.
“What is that, son, a jockstrap?” He asked with an amused leer on his pock-marked face.
He placed his hand on to my shoulder, holding me in place. I saw our reflections in the mirror, and he gestured at my backside. My gym shorts were riding low, exposing the striped strap of my jock as well as the top of the cleft between my cheeks.
“Yes Sir, it is.” I looked at our reflections as he stared at my butt crack.
“Damn! Don’t see a lot of young fellows wearing those anymore.” Without asking he plunged his fingers down below waist band right above my ass, yanking it up roughly. I gasped as his knuckles grazed the top of my buttocks. He kept the back of my jock in his fist, and brought his face close to mine.
“But you’re the fruity kind of little fellow who likes to show off his rear, aren’t ya?” He asked, his tongue licking the sides of his lips as he asked. My face went red but I answered in the affirmative.
“Yes Sir, I guess I am.” He smile broadly at my admission.
“No shame in that. Why don’t I train you a bit? I’ll show you some exercises that’ll make your rump nice and round for your man. What do you say?” He asked, his hand still clasping my jock. I shifted nervously in his grasp. He wasn’t letting go.
“OK Sir that would be great.” I agreed, watching him manhandle me in the mirrors as he placed another hand on my waist.
He squeezed my right butt cheek, then yanked my shorts down to my ankles in one swift movement. I gasped as I saw my pale, exposed muscular thighs in the wall to ceiling mirrors opposite the squatting rack. All that was covering my (admittedly small) genitals was the thin white pouch of the jock strap.
“But we’ll need to lose these shorts. Only way to make sure you’re doing the proper form.” He winked mischievously as he reached down and had me step out of the shorts.
He looked up and laugh at the panicked look on my face as I permitted him to strip me.
“Don’t worry son, I know the owner and all the staff. No one’s gonna give us a problem. It’s usually just us men this time of day anyway. Name’s Cliff, son.” He smiled at me warmly at me like a kindly coach, but I could tell that he was getting off on exposing me like this.
“I’m Pe-… Petey.” I introduced myself, using the demeaning nickname Mel had given me, something I hadn’t been called since I was 6. He chuckled at this, then poked my chest.
“Shirt off too, Petey. Just the jock, boy.” He commanded, and I acquiesced, stripping the shirt off over my head and handing it to Cliff.
“That’s it. Now you’ve got real freedom of movement. See how good that feels, boy?” He had me circle around, stretch, squat down. With my rear to him he reached down and adjusted my straps, placing them beneath my butt cheeks. Outside of the my shoes, socks and jock, I was completely bare-ass naked on the gym floor. I looked down at astonishment, my exposed legs, my uncovered thighs.
As he led me through a new set of squats, he spoke as if it was the most natural thing in the world, as if he was just giving me an impromptu training session, but his wide eyes and derisive smirk told me how amused he was that I had left him strip me. Though no one intervened, the broad smiles, staring and disbelieving laughter from both Cliff and the other men let me know that they thought I was ridiculous.
After four or five sets at a spot he would lead me to a new station and I would follow docilely, unclothed as a farm animal. At one point he rubbed my nose in it by tossing my confiscated shorts into the paneled mouth of a trash bin. As he threw them away, he winked at me grinning. It left me feeling more naked than ever.
“Yeah this Melvin fellow will really enjoy that nice big bottom now.” He laughed, reading the stamped letters off of my right butt cheek. As I re-racked the squat bar, he gave it a firm squeeze then a couple encouraging slaps.
For the next hour and a half Cliff put me through a grueling workout that focused on my legs, hamstrings and glutes. He was a demanding trainer, permitting few breaks. He fed me water directly from his bottle, having me lean my head back, part my lips and him and squirting it in my mouth. My nearly naked body was an invite to be manhandled. He slapped my bare bottom constantly, after each set, or gave my cheeks an encouraging squeeze. At one point while coaching me on my form, Cliff placed his large rough left hand on my heaving belly as I panted and caught my breathe. He then lay his right hand over both of my exposed buttocks, sandwiching me between his big hands as he lectured me, speaking inches from my face.
Cliff’s friends, similarly gruff old men, came by to watch the spectacle and were similarly not shy about touching my virtually naked body.
One man poked the front pouch of my jockstrap, pinching the fabric with his fingers, laughing. I looked at him and he raised his eyebrows daringly. I just lowered my head submissively, letting him touch the pouch of jockstrap, basically letting him fondle my genitals. He was a bespectacled man with a big nose in his late 50s, his brown hair parted down the center of his head. I realized he looked exactly like one of my best friend’s Dads, growing up.
“He doesn’t really fill out the pouch in the front there, but he does have a nice can, huh?” He then brought his hand around to my rear and gave my naked cheeks a rough squeeze.
“Sure does, Hal. The boy’s a fruit of course. We’re working on getting his rump bigger so that he can get lots of cock up there.” Both men laughed wildly at this as I continued my naked workout.
Cliff’s friend observed the rest of my workout, and the two men talked to each other like I wasn’t there. As I squatted down, bare ass obscenely out in the open, Cliff’s friend Hal whipped out his phone and took several photos of my exposed state.
Finally Cliff released me from his custody, being sure to get both my phone number and address.
“Same time tomorrow. Just the jock and shoes, boy. As long as you workout with me, you’ll only have to wear a jockstrap. Now hit the showers, Petey.” He sent me off with a sharp slap to my buttocks. I walked through the gym up to the locker room in a daze, the seven or so guys I tased staring and laughing at my practically naked state.
My heart was pounding when I finally reached the locker room. I found my locker and stripped out of my shoes, socks and jock strap. My fingers were shaking from the humiliating exposure of walking through the gym floor with my bare ass out, and I failed three attempts to enter the combo for my padlock. I looked down – instead of an erection, my penis had retreated from the intense embarrassment. It looked about an in inch long, just a tiny little dickhead atop my equally retracted testes.
Another man emerged from the showers to claim his locker next to mine. He was a hairy, heavyset bald man in his late 60s. He craned his neck to look at my buttocks, his eyes widening.
“What were you a naughty boy or something?” He asked, whipping his towel off his waist to put his big hairy dick on display. He brazenly held my wrist to prevent me from putting my towel on and covering my nudity. He turned my hips around to get a better look at my spanked rear end.
“Yes Sir I was, so I got spanked.” I admitted as he yanked my towel from my hands.
“Hold on boy, stay right there. Ed, check this out. This kid here got spanked.” The man brought his friend over from the showers, who was wearing just a towel.
“Spanked?! Christ son, ain’t you a little old to get spanked?” Ed asked, guffawing. A third man I couldn’t see, changing elsewhere in the locker room, laughed as these two men discussed my punishment.
“Nah, I think it’s good. More kids his age need to get a hiding. Plus look at that little dinky, just like a boy. ” I just stood there, letting the men examine my body.
The old man grabbed my shoulder and waist, turning me around to show both my naked crotch and my red buttocks to his friend.
“You’re right Ron, that’s a tiny little penis for a grown man. Plus he’s as hairless as a boy too!” Ed crowed, feeling up my haunches.
“What do you say we give him a couple of licks for being such a naughty boy too. I think the little sweetheart might like it!” Ron asked Ed, then turned to me.
“What do you say sweet cheeks, you need some more discipline?” I nodded docilely, letting both old men feel me up. Ron pushed my shoulders down and help my hips in place, bending me over.
“Yeah I think the boy’s little heinie could be a little more red!” Ed then brought his big hand down on my upturned buttocks.
“Grab your ankles, sweet cheeks!” Ron ordered.
The men gave me about fifty spanks total, right there in the locker room. They alternated back and forth, the other holding me in place while one would wallop my backside. Hal, Cliff’s friend from the gym floor, who had stripped to his undershirt and underwear, came over to watch and take more pics on his phone. They made me count out each one and thank them for it.
“Did you learn your lesson, boy?” Ron asked me, holding my chin his hand and bringing his face to mine. His big belly was pressed up against my naked body.
“Yes Sir.” I nodded. Ron then jammed his thick fingers past my lips into my mouth.
“Ed, I think I want to test out sweetcheek’s cock-sucking skills in the steam room. You in?”
“Hell yeah, I got a load for the little faggot. What do you say, Hal?” Ed asked the photographer.
“You two aren’t thinking big enough! Let’s fuck the faggot’s mouth, but take his sissy ass too! That’s what we used to do to the fruits in the navy.” His eyes twinkled evilly behind his glasses.
“I’m going to show you two how to really use a queer.” He said, taking off his undershirt to show a hairy barrel chest. His big purple-headed hard-on popped out of his boxers as they pushed me in front of them into the steam room.
“Wait, please, I just have to check with my master.” My voice high with panic. I wanted to be used by these men but I did not want to disobey Mel in any way.
“I belong to Melvin Krimholz. I’m his property. I think he’d let you use me but please, just call him first.” I showed them the stamp on my right butt cheek, sending them into hysterics.
At their instruction I called Mel on my phone and handed it to them. After some explanation from Hal, I could hear Mel’s gravelly laughter over the line.
“Well good news, sweet cheeks. Your Daddy says we can do whatever we like with you, sweet cheeks. He even had a couple special requests. Move your cunt, move boy!” Hal barked, pushing my chest, forcing me through the doorway of the steam room.
The men closed the door and forced me to my knees, and for about ten minutes I was forced to fellate all three of them at once. Their bushy pubes ground against my forehead and their greedy, heavy cocks bashed into my face, and they would pull my hair or ears to direct my mouth to their cocks, or have me lap at their ball sacs. I did my best to suck all three of their peters at once, or not neglect anyone one for too long. If one wasn’t in my mouth I was sure to jerk it off, as I had seen women do in gangbang porn. Finally Hal broke the cock-sucking, twisting my ears to remove my head from their crotches, giving orders to his friends.
“Ron, get him on the bench. You found him first, you get first go at his pussy.” He slapped Ron’s hairy shoulder, who yanked me up by my underarms, placing me on my hands and knees over the bench. Hal handed Ron a vial of lubricant.
“And I’ll take the faggot’s pretty mouth.” Ed declared, positioning himself at the end of the bench, cupping my ears. He lined his pale, blue-veined dick up with my lips and plunged down my throat in one go. Behind me I felt Ron’s thick fingers spread open my butt cheeks. He quickly lubed me up and placed his cockhead against my hole. He then grabbed my hips and pulled me back into him.
I welcomed him in just as I had welcomed Mel, and soon Ron was gaining ground, plunging his thick penis into my backside. He grunted like a boar as he worked his hard-on into me.
Finally I felt his big hairy belly resting on the small of my back, his thick pubes tickling me, and his much larger nuts banging up against mine- he had bottomed out. Hal laughed, standing above us.
“Look at you, a big strong young fellow with a cock in his mouth and another in his ass. You’re really a failure as a man, aren’t you sweet cheeks?” Hal had his phone in his hand, taking pics or a video of the debauched tableau.
Hal pulled my head off of Ed’s long rigid cock.
“Aren’t you, boy! Say it” Hal demanded, slapping my face.
“Yes Sir! I’m a failure as a man.” Ed then grabbed my cheeks and forced his dick back past my lips and down my throat.
“Good boy.” Ron pulled my hips into his bucking hips, pummeling me.
Soon Ed tensed up, and yanking my hair pulled his cock out of my mouth just in time for him to shoot his huge load all over my face, hair and neck.
“Request one, your Daddy wants you to walk home wearing our loads. So no showering after or I’ll kick your ass.” Hal threatened, his big friendly face turned serious.
“Lick my cock clean, boy.” Ed demanded, stuffing his softening prick back in my mouth.
I moaned as Ron’s thick cock plundered my prostrate. Just then my pleasure was cut off, and I looked to the right to see that Hal had reached under me. I felt him grasping under my hard dick to grab my testicles in his fist. He squeezed and twisted them savagely. I gave a muffled scream into Ed’s crotch.
“Request two. Your Daddy wanted to make sure that you didn’t enjoy the butt-fucking at all. Even a sick little faggot like you couldn’t like having his nuts made into meat sauce. And we don’t really give a rat’s ass whether you get off or not.” All three men laughed cruelly at my anguish. He pushed my shoulders up so that I was squatting over the bench with Ron’s cock inside me, no longer on all fours. Ed then grabbed my nipples and twisted them. There was no sensuousness in the way he attacked my tits- it was clear he only wanted to inflict pain. Between Ed clawing my chest and Hal’s big fist squeezing my nuts, I was in agony.
“Yeah, make him him squeal. His hole is squeezing my cock.” Ron removed his hand from my left hip and joined Hal’s fist at my sac. He took my left teste in his hand while Hal took my left, and the two men squeezed cruelly and pulled them in opposite directions. I looked down to see my sac stretched impossibly wide.
“That’s it boys! Give it to him. I’m about to bust!” Ron called, his pace quickening. He and Hal continued to draw and quarter my nuts. Ed kept one hand pinching claw on my left nipple, but drew back his right fist. I watched fearfully as he shifted his shoulder back, winding up, then socked me with his fist, right in my stomach. I groaned in pain, the wind knocked out of me. A wave of nausea washed over me as I collapsed over the bench and Ron roared to orgasm behind me. I buried my face against the bench as he popped out his cock and sprayed his seed all over my lower back, legs and ass.
Ron wasn’t out of my ass for a minute before Hal forced his hard-on in, parting my butt cheeks and nesting into my cum-soaked hole. His prick was bigger than Ron’s and I was relieved he had gone second. However I was in too much pain to feel much gratitude. Both of his hands were on my testicles, one in each, squeezing them and twisting them in my sac.
“Yeah you’re gonna be limping home. I’m going a number on your sissy ass and your little faggot balls!” As he fucked me he crushed my nuts in time to his thrusts, palpitating them painfully.
“I think you need a little more punishment.” He pulled my face up, making me look at Ron who was leering at me.
“Believe it or not, that fat bastard over there used to be a hell of a boxer. Ron, take some shots at his nuts as I fuck his sissy ass.” The big old man cracked his knuckles and stepped forward menacingly.
Ron crouched down at my side, laying his left hand on the small of my back, bringing his big broad face up to mine.
“Kiss my fist, bitch.” He ordered, and I brought my lips to his knuckles. His fist was huge.
I then watched in horror as we wound up and rammed his fist into my nuts. I howled with pain like a wounded animal. He used my hanging balls as a punching bag. Mostly he gave sharp, fast jabs, but he would switch things up with a more powerful uppercut, smashing my baby-makers into my belly.
“Oh! Right in the family jewels!” Ed and Ron crowed.
After each punch, Hal would buck his hips forward and plunge all the way into my hole. I thought I was going to puke.
A swelling wave of pain emanated out from my gonads and lower abdominals all throughout my body. My vision was blurring, and I had given up with screams, just grunting with each nutpunch and cock-thrust.
Above me, Hal grunted with pleasure, squeezing my hips and humping away into my conquered ass. He switched pace frequently, going from power-drilling my hole to long, probing thrusts where he tried to touch as much interior territory as possible, wiggling from side to side, his big rod rearranging my guts.
“Ronny, when I say I’m coming I want you to uppercut the kids nuts so hard he gets knocked into the 1960s, then keep grinding your fist so that his balls are broken for good.” Hal held my haunches and kept pumping his dick into me as he spoke between grunts.
“You got it Hal.” He said, taking a knee to remain by my side. He lay his hand down on my lower back, patting me.
“Sorry kiddo. Hope you didn’t want to have kids or nothing.” He whispered into my ear, smirking at me.
Hal grabbed my chest so that I was squatting again over the bench and no longer on all fours. He gave a couple more thrusts and I could tell from his frenzied breathing that he was close.
“Yeah! I’m coming! Now Ron!” He grunted bestially.” On one knee, he jabbed out with his left, faking me out, then his right fist erupted, slamming my nuts into my groin. I screamed, a shriek really, and was blinded with the pain. Hal roared with pleasure behind me. I opened my eyes and looked down to see his huge fist crunching my balls up into my body.
I retched, dry heaving as Hal continued to buck into my hips, riding out the last dregs of his orgasm.
“Hey, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Ron asked chucking, patting my cheek condescendingly. He looked at his fingers and examined the tears there.
“Ah, poor kids crying!” He crowed mirthfully.
“I’d be crying too if someone ended my family line!” Ed jested. All three men howled with laughter at the prospect of having ruined my reproductive viability.
“Oh crap, I came in your guts didn’t I? Well I know a way to clean it out. Stay put, boy.” Hal kept his hands on my hips, holding me in place. I felt him shifting where he stood, and suddenly I felt a strange warmth filling my ass. It felt similar to the degrading enemas Mel had recently had inflicted on me.
“Holy crap, he’s pissing in his ass!” Ed guffawed at my side, elbowing Ron in the ribs. Both men cracked up at the spectacle of Hal pissing into my guts. I groaned as the pressure went from strangely pleasurable to painfully cramping.
“That should clean it out for ya, boy.” Hal slapped my hip as he chuckled, pulling his dick out. I winced, grunting to keep my hole closed.
Hal pushed me down so that my belly was flat against the bench and my arms and legs were hanging off the sides. I felt his fingers touch on nuts, which lay flat against the wooden bench, and winced just from his touch. Hal whistled as he examined me.
“Well we definitely did some damage. They’re practically purple. But looks like they’re both still intact. Too bad.” He examined my damaged goods for a few more seconds as the two other men laughed. I heard a few more pictures being taken.
“Next time I see you I might just pop em for good. You got lucky this time, sweet cheeks.” He said, stomping his heel down on my mangled nut sac one last time.
“Now remember, no showering. If I hear that shower turn on I’m going to pop your family jewels for good. Just get dressed and get the fuck out of my locker room.” Hal ordered, shaking his finger in my face.
Slowly I pulled myself up from the bench. Ron and Ed helped me up, leading me out of the steam room and pushing me past the showers. They laughed at my feeble limp, each dainty step I took to avoid my thighs grazing my inflamed scrotum and its traumatized contents. Even though I was splattered with their cum from my forehead to my inner thighs, and had a bladder full of Hal’s piss cramping up my guts, I wasn’t allowed to clean myself, and instead slowly dressed at my locker, debilitated by Hal and Ron’s attack my on my manhood. Putting my genitals into underwear was extremely painful, as they had succeeded in turning my nutsac into a swollen, crimson and purple balloon of agony.
Though I lived around the corner from the gym, the length of the walk home was doubled by my bruised balls. The testicular terrorism had me walking as slowly as an old man.
Once at home I whipped off my pants, sat on the can to expel Hal’s piss enema, and then spent the rest of the day icing my groin. I couldn’t bare the feeling of hot water on my traumatized testicles and skipped the shower despite the feeling of the three men’s cum on my body. I drank a few beers and watched SportCenter while pant-less, fascinated by the gnarly purple bruises all over my scrotum under the cold compress. Before putting myself to bed early, I resolved to get a hold of my life and to return to normal before I ended up with something worse than a bruised nut sac.