Crap. I thought a few seconds and then started counting. It would not be accurate, but at lease I would know. 1….2….3…4…I kept counting. At 60...I would move one of my fries from my plate to the table. At 24 I ran out of fries, so I started moving them from the table to the plate. Then back again. I did that for what felt like hours. Nothing started moving. It had not limit. I restarted time. I am going to have a fun night. There was dorm party that night. A little get together all the dorms were. I called on my strength, hoping to be able to possibly damage or dislodge it, but it failed to yield to my assault.I began to stomp my foot against it, with all my strength, but it would not budge.“Bang all you like boy,” a raspy voice called out from the other side of the door. “You will not leave that room unless I will it to be so!”“So you must be Brenson, the poor bastard that has nothing better to do than hurt and kill people to fulfill your dark desires.”“I am Blackheart,” he spat, anger. *What problem?* *Me shagging another guy* My heart was racing. *Go on...* *One of the girls at work says her brother in law has always fancied me, he's not bad looking, 52 I think. He's a handy man, I could get him over to 'fix' the washing machine. What do you think?* *Fucking love it xxx* *I'll get his number, love you loads xxx* I couldn't believe the turnaround. That night as we made love she said she saw how turned on I was by the stories about Joe and that it. And when I started growing hair on my balls at about age 13, my cock quickly spurted up. Before I even entered high school, I measured my erect cock at 7-1/4 inches long and almost 6 inches around. I always felt good when I looked at myself naked in the mirror, and when hard, I'd see this monstrous thing on my tiny little body. But of course all I wanted was for my tiny body to follow suit and match the size of my dick. But it never happened and here I was, already 18 and resigned to the.