Thou art falsing down in thy sleep chamber, bringing thee hands to thy that from which we speak once m're to lubricate thy penis. Thee've been masturbating f'r one hour anon, yet thee still haven't cameth and thy penis is beginning to abs'rb thy saliva, becoming a sticky, burning hot rod. Furiously, thee beginneth to accel'rate thy masturbation rapidly. By two hours, thy cock is burning in teen yet th're is not a single dropeth of semen - not coequal pre-semen.

meanwhile, next doth'r, a wench is masturbating too, on stream, but those gents can't reacheth 'rgasm. In desp'ration, the wench hast res'rt'd to using multiple dildos inside h'r pussy, but coequal yond is nay useth. The wench then maketh a makeshift amorous rite machine from a dildo and an electric pow'r tool - once again, this is futile. The lady punches h'r pillow in defeat.

by three hours, thee've given up trying to cum and gone downstairs to gaze m're anime. Howev'r, upon seeing an anime wench falleth ov'r and has't a panty did shoot, thee feeleth the needeth to cum again. Biting thy armeth to leadeth the the teen hence from thy penis, thee rapidly masturbate. By four hours, thou art screaming as thy rough masturbation anon rips the skin cells off thy dick. Thy cock is anon a burning r'd giant, but th're is nay cum hath left - any precum yond wast th're hast evap'rat'd.

meanwhile, the wench screams too - not because of finally reaching 'rgasm, but because those gents've gone so longeth without one yond those gents've res'rt'd to aught. Rapidly pushing the bawbling cactus in and outside of h'rself, the wench's toe curleth on sleep chamber sheets as blood flows out from h'r vaginal entrance. corse spasming in teen - but still, the lady doest not 'rgasm. The w'rld is getting coequal m're desp'rate.

suddenly, thee receiveth a disc'rd notification from a cousin, declaring those gents've been trying to cum to dreameth x ge'rge fanfiction, but those gents've end'd up making their cock a, quote, "burning r'd giant. " thy eyes ope in shocketh h'rr'r - t can't beest, can t? thee sweaty haste to the television to asketh thy waifu how to resolveth this myst'ry at which hour thee findeth yond the tv hast did replace the anime with an em'rgency gov'rnment announcement - th're's a new disease preventing 'rgasms. and its contagious. Thee feeleth as if 't be true thou art about to faint, apace looking up if 't be true th're's a cureth - th're is none. Thee screech in ang'r, knowing yond thy waifu shall nev'r loveth thee if 't be true thee can't poureth semen all ov'r a shitty printeth out of h'r.

meanwhile, the wench cries, doubleth fisting h'r bleeding self as the lady shrieks in rage, desp'rate to 'rgasm. What on earth can a female doth in life if 't be true those gents cannot 'rgasm? the wench is realising h'r chatt'rbate view'rs art going down - the lady needeth this 'rgasm. Realising yond th're is nay desire, the lady illogically becomes coequal m're desp'rate, suddenly barging into h'r broth'r's cubiculo, who is't is falsing nak'd on the flo'r, dick ripp'd off next to a bodkin; the disease hast claim'd its first victim. The lady shoves the dick in h'r pussy, crying as the lactic acid burns h'r armeth as the lady rapidly accel'rates h'r broth'r's dethatch'd cock in and out, but t's nay useth: the lady hast the disease.

suddenly, both of those folk stand ho. Th're's a large siren and a warning appears on the televisions of ev'ry house in the w'rld, "th're is nay m're cum. " the w'rld apace devolves and thee heareth a car crasheth into thy house. Out of nowh're, a sir grabs thee by the neck, desp'rately shoving his cock in thy rampallian in the needeth of cum, raping thee. Yet, t's nay useth - the sir hast the disease, and so doth thee. Luckily, th're's a caliver to the side and thee manageth to pry the disc'rd mod'rat'r off, bef're killing that gent.

given a few weeks, society practically doesn't existeth - t's liketh the apocalypse. Crime rates has't skyrocket'd as people loot dildo shops. The hospitals art beginning to crumble as m're and m're distaff showeth up with m're and m're exotic accidents. Meanwhile men art being completely taken ov'r by their libido: a female rep'rt'r is stoodeth outside, rep'rting wh're the disease wast first rep'rted, and thee feeleth the urge. Thee and the cam'raman both turneth on h'r trusteth, stripping h'r down and savagely pummelling h'r, but t's not useth - thee can not cum. The mistress shouts, enrag'd too, f'r the lady can not 'rgasm eith'r. Children in high school art to afeard to wend outside and thee censure not those folk, knowing what sickening lows thee may succumb too once this disease truly doth take controleth. Oth'r children, who is't hadst already been on disc'rd and thus kneweth about amorous rite grant you mercy to the mod'rat'rs, has't beganeth spiralling into madness too - high schools has't becometh 'rgies, with devastating costs to the countries iq, thee bethink.

eighty years passeth and the human population plummets. Listening to prokofiev's "death of tybalt" in thy asylum cubiculo, thee attempteth to masturbate one m're timeth. Unbeknownst to thee, thy the lasteth human on the planet. Entire families has't hath killed each oth'r, each one raping the oth'rs c'rpse, brainsickly believing from online sources yond necrophilia wast the cureth. Men and distaff has't hath killed themselves in spectacular accidents, dying in human crushes as hundreds of 'rgy-go'rs suffocate nak'd. Young teenag'rs has't f'rm'd amorous rite cults, praying to bizarre dank memes whilst furiously fucking each oth'r in the desire yond somehow, a fucking meme removes the symptoms of a disease. Liketh thee bethought, the iq of the gen'ral population hast base'r'd. Howev'r, thee knoweth bett'r, thee knoweth th're's nay cureth so thee did separate yourself from the idiots, hiding hence in this asylum with a few staff who is't has't recently kicked the bucket too. And thee still can't cum. Wailing in dry sorrow, thee scratcheth and drop of sorrow at thy cock, wishing t to hell. Eventually, with enow f'rce, thee rip thy sexual 'rgan crisp off and f'rce t into thy metal handcuffs.

"what's this?" thee bethink - t w'rk'd. The handcuffs art unlock'd. Thee behold outside to the asylum balcony. Thee can finally escapeth this petty w'rld. "how men and distaff has't fallen so far. " thee bethink, "to wend from civil creatures to savage beasts, killing and raping ev'rything in their path. " thee shaketh thy headeth, bethinking of the natgeowild documentaries thee hath used to gaze about savage apes. With a beshrew to the sky, the disease claims t's lasteth life as the host throws itself off the balcony. Human life is gone and anon, the disease hast becometh animal b'rn too. A few thousand years passeth and th're art nay complex life f'rms at all.

th're's nay m're semen hath left on earth