The Dilemma of Desire Part 1 - Hormones and Heartstrings

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Present day

Seven years had passed since that fateful clash, where Vicky had left him impotent. On that day, everything felt like a provocation to her, and Cole had been the final straw in the universe pushing her to the edge unknowingly. She had decided that she was going to hurt him, with a cruel and personal way that she had learnt from some other girls.

Without a warning, Vicky lifted her foot and drove it straight up between his legs, cutting off whatever he was about to say. It had been so sudden, so ruthless, that it sent him collapsing straight to the floor, gasping for coherence and trying to wrap his brain around what had she had just done to him.

The pain was immediate and all-consuming, and all he could do was stare and gasp for breath as she leaned over to watch her handiwork on him, with a grin that revealed her satisfaction and something darker.

Cole had to be wheeled out by the campus nurse, an ice pack wedged between his legs to dull his pain. He remembered the stares and whispers of the girls who saw it happen, as he tried to push the overwhelming pain aside. A week later, he returned, with a noticeable gait, and slower, deliberate motions.

To his immediate benefit, a number of girls started dating him, mostly out of curiosity about his ordeal. However, after several failed attempts to seduce him, these girls grew frustrated and started gossiping. Some even confronted him directly, asking him if they were not pretty enough for him, or if something was wrong with him.

Eventually, the truth came out when he confessed to one of them, and it didn't take long before the truth started to spread. The initial interest quickly faded once they realized that he was impotent, and they started to leave him alone, feeling misled once the novelty had worn off.

Vicky. His testicles. Her kick ruptured his left testicle, and the injury was permanent. Cole lost a testicle to Vicky. Some were shocked by it, but the girls who were impressed by her relished the knowledge. They felt sympathy for Cole and the men who might cross Vicky in the future.

Cole found it harder and harder to meet anyone from then on, when the girls in the neighborhood started to realise that the mystery of his condition was not as exciting as they had hoped. He had started to resign himself to a life of solitude, figuring that perhaps love was just not in the cards for him. But his story wasn't over just yet.

She’d seen him around town a few times but never really paid much attention. But today, something about him caught her eye. Maybe it was the way he sat alone, looking just a little too comfortable in his solitude, or the hint of something intriguing in his posture.

It was a warm afternoon when Cole walked into that cozy cafe, looking for a quiet corner to scroll through his phone, when he looked up to notice Marielle smiling at him. She had seen him around town a few times before, but never really paid much attention. But the way the light wrapped him today made something about him catch her eye. Maybe it was the way he sat alone, so comfortable in his loneliness, or the hint of a certain vulnerability in his posture. But she knew what she wanted from him the moment they locked eyes, as his shy smile broke through the noisy atmosphere. True to her plucky nature, she made her way over to his table.

"Mind if I join you?" she asked, her voice warm but casual, as he looked up, surprised. “Uh, sure. I mean, I was just—” he trailed off, unsure of what to say next. She grinned, sensing his awkwardness. “I just couldn’t help noticing that you look like someone who could use a good distraction.” she said, sitting down across from him.

Cole chuckled nervously, taking a sip of his coffee. “Yeah, well, distractions are always welcome.”

They sat there for awhile, talking about their favorite books and weird coffee orders, and her easy laughter and genuine interest in him as a person quickly made him forget all the weirdness and discomfort he had with dating in his past. By the time they finished their drinks, she had asked him out, and his bashful "yes" only made him more endearing to her.

Marielle had always been a woman who was upfront about her desires, and early in their relationship, she decided to candidly tell him about her high libido, teasing him with the idea that keeping up with her might be more challenging than he anticipated. He seemed to be unfazed by her confession, and almost intimidated by it. It didn't make sense. Lingering touches as their hands brushed, suggestive whispers when they were alone, and revealing outfits designed to catch his eye. Whether it was changing the topic, or retreating from her, he always found a reason to pull away. At first, she had chalked it up to nerves, but as weeks went by, she started wondering if something deeper was at play.

Eventually, his constant distance fuelled her frustrations, and she couldn't hold back any longer. One evening when they were at her house, her emotions ran high while they were kissing, and she shoved him onto her bed, climbing over him in a frenzy of patience and desire. She sat up and stared into his eyes, as she removed her shirt, but before she take her bra off, Anders gently held her hands, stopping her.

Marielle, wait," he said, his voice trembling slightly. "Please, just... stop. I need to explain." He got up to sit on the edge of her bed, before he finally said, "I... have something that I need to explain to you." She froze, in a mix of confusion and frustration, as he took a deep breath. "There's something about me I haven't told you", he began, his voice lower than usual. "It's hard to say but, I... I lost part of my... well, I lost one of my testicles. And.. it.. it's... to be honest, since the injury, I've barely had any sex drive at all. It's like... everything that used to feel normal just stopped."

He glanced at Marielle, the pain in his eyes clear, but Marielle didn’t flinch or look at him with pity. Instead, she just asked why, as he told her about how he had said the wrong thing to a girl back in college, leading to her kicking him in the nuts. "Ah, the classic nut kick", she thought to herself. But his story didn't end there. He had to go to the hospital from the kick, and despite the doctor's efforts, they couldn't save his left testicle.

She touched his arm, as she squeezed it lightly, and said "That sounds awful. I can't wrap my head around it—how could she be so cruel, doing that to you... right there of all places?...", but her heart ached as she asked him softly after that.

“Are you… attracted to me?”

“I am,” Cole admitted. “But just not in a sexual way. And it’s nothing that is wrong with you you—it’s because of me.”

Marielle gave him a reassuring smile, her hand gently squeezing his. "I know this has been really hard for you. But you don't have to live with this condition forever. There are treatments for this, that can bring you back to where it needs to be for us to be together."

He blinked, a little surprised. "Wait, really? So, there’s hope for... me?"

"Of course!" Marielle said, giving him a teasing grin. "I've heard it can really bring back your fire!"

Cole chuckled, the tension easing from his shoulders. "Fire, huh? That’s exactly what I need."

In that moment, something shifted, and for the first time in years, he allowed himself to believe that things could go back to normal....

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