Byron paced around his office as he waited for the doctor who was flying in from the North Coast.
He had spent millions trying to get rid of this weakness, but it felt like throwing money into a pit. The memory of that attack burned him with rage, knowing he had been left permanently damaged.
And now, no matter how many specialists he saw, he feared the truth: he might be impotent for life.
His once-spongy, elastic tissue—the very core of his manhood—had suffered so much scarring it had turned useless. The destruction left it unable to fill with blood, leaving him unable to feel anything close to what he once had.
It was crazy how he'd morphed from a s*x-god to a vegetable who couldn't boast of ejaculating.
His frustration went beyond the physical, cutting deep into his pride. The
