Chapter 1

A raging storm made the earth tremble intent on inflicting destruction. Lightning bolts flashed like jagged knives. Thunder rumbled ominously followed by loud ear-shattering explosions. An atmospheric river poured down relentlessly, each droplet a miniature storm. Trees bent and debris was flung around like lethal bullets as the gusting winds howled through the streets. Amid the charged air the pungent scent of ozone and damp earth sent chilling tremors through all who were foolish enough to bear witness.

Amidst the chaos of the relentless storm, a silver SUV approached quickly from one end of the road while a small import car slowly came from the other direction. The large vehicle lost control on the slick asphalt. Tires squealed as it careened off the road and onto the sidewalk veered toward a bus shelter.

The vehicle lurched violently a hitting the curb, and the drunk driver desperately tried to regain control, but it was in vain. With a deafening crash, the SUV collided with the shelter adjacent to the Clipper Wood Hotel. The lone woman huddled inside the shelter screamed but the storm drowned her voice. Her small body was flung into the air, her body contorting like a worn-out ragdoll. The impact shattered the glass structure, leaving behind a mangled frame and the unconscious woman entangled in the wreckage.

The unconscious woman’s name was Marie. She worked as a housekeeper at Clipper Wood Hotel. She had been huddled against the shelter’s cold glass, seeking refuge from the harsh weather waiting for her husband to pick her up. When the rogue SUV screeched into view, Marie’s horrified gaze met the oncoming beast as it rammed into her. Amidst the searing pain and fading breath, her thoughts drifted to her loved ones. Today marked her 36th birthday, a date that would be forever marked as a tragedy.

The small economy car skidded to a halt just shy of the twisted metal that was once a bus shelter. Marie’s husband, Juan and their daughter, young Marie, had arrived to pick her up from work.

A single headlight on Juan’s car illuminated the accident scene. He jumped out and sprinted over to his wife. The rain immediately soaked him and water ran off his bald head and the fringe of grey hair. His young teen daughter quickly followed her dad’s lead racing only steps behind him. They reached the wreckage and both cried out in horror at Marie lying motionless on the ground. Tears streamed down their faces as they struggled to process the scene.

The sight of his wife’s twisted unconscious body left Juan struggling to breathe. Marie’s face was pale and covered in blood. He gently propped her up and placed his hand on her chest, feeling for a sign of life. Numerous ribs were broken and her chest flayed under his fingers. Her shattered leg twisted grotesquely, broken bones piercing her skin. His agonized cries echoed in the storm as he held her close, swaying gently while murmuring her name repeatedly. Marie was his soulmate, the only woman he had been with. Juan knelt amidst shattered glass, ignoring the tempest still raging. The merciless wind swallowed up his screams. “Marie, please, you can’t go. Please, please stay with me.”

Young Marie clung to her father’s shoulder. Tears and rain streamed down her face as her eyes refused to believe this was happening. Her mother, the rock of their family, lay motionless on the cold wet concrete. Blood and glass covered her body in a gruesome shroud. She failed to control her sobs, each stuttered breath shuddering through her body as if it were her last. “Daddy ... please...” she managed between ragged gasps, “help Mom...”

Sirens and red lights cut through the darkness as emergency vehicles raced toward the accident. The sound of their pending arrival bouncing off solid surfaces. Firefighters swarmed the area first, followed by police officers, and then paramedics. The rescuers’ movements efficient and purposeful despite the chaos around them. The firefighters stabilized Marie announcing she still had a pulse. Hope flickered within Juan and young Marie’s hearts. They kept searching the street for the ambulance to arrive. Upon a brief assessment, a paramedic approached Juan, placing a comforting hand on his trembling shoulder, and delivered the somber news: “My condolences, sir. Your wife has passed away.” Juan acknowledged the message with a scream, his gaze fixed on his true love.

The days that followed were a blur for Juan and his daughter. The funeral was a somber affair, attended by the staff of the hotel, as well as the few family members they had. They all spoke of what a wonderful woman Marie had been, and how much she would be missed. Juan struggled to accept that his wife was gone, staring off into the distance, lost in thought. Young Marie, once so full of life, had become a shell of her former self. She clutched her Dad’s arm for support and rarely spoke. When she did, it was in a soft melancholy tone. Her sad eyes reflected emptiness and loss. No seventeen-year-old girl should have to bear such a burden.

Juan faced the memories that lurked in the shadows of their apartment. Every corner, every nook and cranny held a memory of Marie. Married for eighteen years, she was his first and only lover. She was his purpose in life. They had brought a beautiful baby girl into the world. Now, the thought of facing the world without his wife was unbearable.

He coaxed his daughter out of her room and they left the apartment, not knowing where they were going or caring. They drove for hours, the silence between them only occasionally broken by the sound of passing vehicles or the soft crying that still escaped his daughter’s lips. Finally, exhausted, Juan pulled over at a small lake he and his late wife had often visited.

Two swans glided gracefully across the lake’s surface, their reflections rippling in the gentle current. The sun cast a warm, golden light upon the scene, bathing the grass and trees in a soft, comforting glow. It was a peaceful oasis amidst the chaos that had become their lives. Juan and his daughter followed a path alongside the lake hand in hand to a nearby picnic bench. They sat with their backs to a large willow tree and watched the swans pressing their beaks and chests together to form a heart shape.

The sight of the romantic birds brought tears to Juan’s eyes. He wondered if his wife had somehow known they would be here today, watching these beautiful creatures in their life-long bond. He wiped the tears from his face, trying to compose himself. He glanced at his daughter, whose face had softened, her features taking on a gentle expression. They sat in silence. Each lost in their thoughts, until finally, Juan found the words to speak. “Marie, your mother and I used to come here often. This is where I proposed to her, under that big willow tree. She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen, and even though I was much older than her, I was so blessed that she said yes.”

Young Marie sniffled and looked at her father, her eyes shining with tears. “I remember, Daddy. Mom used to tell me about this magical place.” She paused for a moment, gathering her thoughts. “She loved you so much, you know. She always told me that no matter what happened, as long as we all had each other, we’d be okay.” Her voice broke, and she struggled to continue. “And I believe that, Daddy. I believe that we will be okay. We’ll find a way to get through this, together.”

Juan and Marie tried for years and years to have a child and finally gave up. At the age of forty-three, Juan became a father for the first time. Baby Marie burst into their lives and her mother became a new person. She was the light that shone in their lives and made everything worthwhile. They couldn’t afford to give her the best of everything, but they gave her the most important thing: their love. They were a happy family and they would have stayed that way if not for the accident.

Juan didn’t know how to raise a girl on his own. Especially one who was so pretty. At seventeen, Marie was five foot two, with dark black hair, brown eyes, generous breasts, and wide hips. When he looked at her, he saw the spitting image of her late mom. It was a blessing and a curse at the same time. He needed to tell his daughter about his disease but now wasn’t the right time. Maybe tomorrow.

They strolled around the lake, talking about their memories of Marie. As they walked, Juan found himself smiling. It was as if his daughter’s presence and physical likeness to her mother were giving him the strength to face his grief. The sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange. The swans had long since departed for the night, leaving the lake to the sounds of crickets and the gentle lapping of the water against the shore.

The drive back to the city was more enjoyable and they even sank along to tunes on the radio. As they pulled into the driveway of their apartment complex, Juan felt the pressure building in his groin. He had no idea how he was going to endure the pain that awaited him. He reached over and squeezed his daughter’s hand reassuringly. “It was a good day, Marie. Thank you.”

Using the car door for support, Juan struggled to stand. He limped to the entrance of their building and into the elevator. He took a deep breath and steeled himself against the pain in his swelling testicles. Marie, seeing his discomfort, took his arm and helped him down the long hallway. As they approached their apartment door, Juan felt another wave of pressure building up in his groin. He winced in pain and reached into his pocket, retrieving a small bottle of pills. He popped one into his mouth and swallowed it dry.

“Are you okay, Daddy?” Marie asked in concern holding the door open to their simple apartment.

“I’ll be fine, sweetheart. I ... need to rest for a bit. Why don’t you go ahead and get ready for bed? I’ll be okay.” Juan forced a reassuring smile, but his daughter could see the pain in his eyes. She hesitated for a moment, then nodded and headed into her small, cramped bedroom.

Their apartment was humble at best, furnished with hand-me-downs and thrift store finds. The living room consisted of a worn-out couch, a rickety coffee table, and a small old-style television. The kitchen was even smaller, with only a two-burner stove and an apartment-sized fridge. The main bedroom was only slightly bigger than his daughter’s, with a double bed and a small nightstand. The thing that made the apartment homey were the many photos that adorned the walls.

Juan staggered to his bed and collapsed. His shaking hands rushed to remove his pants and underwear revealing swollen testicles the size of large oranges. Loud groans of agony escaped his lips as he rolled from side to side clutching his huevos. The room started spinning, and a grimace spread across his dark face. The drive back from the lake had him squirming on the seat and he wished he had left earlier. Relief would come once he released his seed, but it would only be temporary. The pain would return and the cycle would continue twice a day, every day for the last decade. From years of suffering, Juan knew masturbating would ease the pain but not take it away completely, only his late wife’s mouth had been able to do that as she drew out the last remnants

His scrotum burned fire. He wished he could just die. “Oh, Marie, why did you have to leave me? Now I have no one to ease my pain.”

Marie, hearing her father’s anguished cries and thinking he called for her rushed into his room. The short nighty she wore barely covered her cotton panties and the thin pink fabric left her young, full breasts and nipples visible. She stopped short of her father’s bed when she saw his swollen testicles and massive erection. Her face flushed with embarrassment and she contemplated running away until he let out another scream. “Daddy ... I’m here,” she exclaimed in panic. Her hand reached out to touch him then drew back. “What’s wrong? How can I help you?”

Juan forced himself to look at her through his squinted eyes. Her beautiful body looked so much like her mother’s. “Oh, Marie ... my sweet, innocent daughter ... I didn’t mean for you to see this ... It’s ... it’s just something I have to endure...” His voice trailed off as a new kick in the balls radiated through him. He gripped the sheets, his body tense and shaking with pain. His hips rose into the air, his large erection throbbing uncontrollably only a few feet from Marie’s face. When the surge ended, Juan felt a hot tear slide down his cheek, his daughter looked at him like he was a monster. “Now that your mom is gone, I want to die too!”

“NO!” Marie screamed in fear of losing both her parents. “Mom would want you to go on!” she cried, tears streaming down her face. She embraced him tightly, not caring he was almost naked and aroused. Her breasts pressed against his chest, and she buried her face in his neck, sobbing uncontrollably. “Please, Daddy, no more silly talk!”

Juan hugged his daughter back. “I’ll try,” he moaned. “But there are things you don’t know. Things your mom and I did in private that took away the pain in my balls.” He was too distraught and embarrassed to say anymore to his daughter.

“Whatever it is, I can help. I want to!” Marie hated to see her dad so despondent.

“You have no idea what you’re saying,” Juan said softly shaking his head. “I have problems that only a wife can satisfy.”

Marie was a virgin, but she wasn’t innocent. She had let a boy play with her breasts and his finger broke her hymen. She sucked the boy’s cock, throwing up all over him after he unexpectedly came in her mouth. The taste was awful and she vowed to never do that again. Marie guessed her dad was talking about sex things. She heard them making love each night and in the early morning.

“It’s late,” Juan said, giving his young daughter a last hug. The close resemblance to his wife made his heart hurt even more. “We can talk tomorrow.”

Juan had a secret he kept from his daughter. He suffered from a disease called Hyperspermia. The condition meant that he produced an excessive amount of sperm. It also required him to empty his swollen balls of cum twice a day or the pain become debilitating. With his wife gone, he struggled to balance his grief with the physical demands of his condition.

Over the years he tried using his hand, but it wasn’t the same as his wife’s mouth. His balls emptied, but the pain didn’t entirely subside. It lingered in his groin like a dull ache, a constant reminder of his loss and his burden. After suffering from this disease for so many years only the suction of Marie’s mouth brought complete relief. Now that she was gone, Juan began to wonder if there was any point in continuing to live. Maybe he would seek the help of a prostitute, but the idea of a stranger touching him in such an intimate way filled him with shame and disgust.