Things seem to be going really well for you lately, and you've even started to develop a bit of a reputation around town for your mastery of cocksmanship. Little do you know...
It begins innocuously enough: a purple 67' Mustang driving real slow past the front of your home. Deep, dark tinted windows. Those five big exhaust pipes, all chrome. A truly slick custom job. At first, this survellience routine doesn't bother you, and you're even intrigued, but, as days go by, it drifts by more and more often. You almost can't see the wheels turning. Gliding. Always with the violent heavy metal songs playing on its powerful sound system.
After days of this, it all comes to a head. SMASH! You're startled awake by the sound of shattering glass. It's an attack! Your cock in hand, you make a rush down to the kitchen, ready for anything. Shards everywhere! There's a rock with a message attached on the floor!
It reads:
No more dick tricks or I'll cut it off.
Love,
Five Penis Man.
That fucker!