Not my event, but relayed to me by a friend: He was fucking his wife- small girl, big boobs, her on top riding up and down. On the up stroke she came disconnected, and then descended hard- bending his dick sideways. He said the agony was so bad, he literally lifted her off and threw her against the wall (fortunately no injury- just stunned). His dick had a huge blood blister ballooning out the side, which he grabbed tightly. They managed to get to the emergency room. Straight into surgery to slice (oooggghhh!), drain and stitch. He said it took over three weeks to heal. Before it happened, he said he was 8" long. After he healed, it was 5" but much thicker. I cannot verify the truthfulness of his words, as I did not witness the event, nor did I see the aftermath. But, it makes a good story.
When I bent my partner in the story I posted above, he had momentary pain, but had been quite numbed by alcohol. When we were ready to bask in the afterglow, I found his blood on me. I was unsure whose it was until I checked the condom which also had blood in it, clearly making it his. Sure enough, a thick, dark stream of veinous blood was oozing out of his tip.
Panicked, I was fully dressed and sufficiently groomed to leave the house in under two minutes, and I begged him to let me drive him to the hospital. He kissed me. "Step one. Don't panic. Please get undressed. I like it when you're undressed."
We crammed into his little bathroom and he attempted to urinate into the toilet. Nothing would come out at all, though he said he felt a lot of pain at that point. The pain increased, and then was relieved as a huge, cylindrical clot emerged, followed by a forceful stream of urine.
We tried to relax, and he continued to urge me to stay naked with him, and forget the hospital. I was supposed to leave already, and had a three hour drive to get home, but I stayed, of course. We hydrated. I failed to convince him to put ice on it. In time he tried to urinate again, and that try was uneventful and easy. The pain was gone, and we were eager to test drive it and see if it really was mended. It was a smashing success. He fucked me like he had something to prove, until I was in a post-coital coma on top of him. Everything worked. Before I fell asleep, we checked him out, and had a good laugh about it, and about what he would have said at the hospital. I think there might have been one more round when I awoke. I remember wishing I didn't have to leave.