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BOBBY
Robert Joshua Cardinal the name he was given at birth. His father was a full blooded Blackfoot Indian, his mother Negro. He had his fathers looks, a long nose, dark eyes and straight black hair. Color wise he was a dark tan. All he gained from his mother was his long thick cock. He was now cleanly circumcised, not like he was when I first met him. Laying beside me in sleep, there was no doubt in my mind I loved this young man. It didn't start that way.
My name is John Carpenter. I now own a large and quite successful Truck stop on one of the many interstate highways. It wasn't always successful. I also have a hobby farm, not much more than a nice house a small barn and a couple of horses.
My father had been a man brought up to believe that if you spared the rod, that you spoiled the child. Getting whipped by my father for even the slightest infraction of his long list of rules happened sometimes daily as I grew up. He owned the service Station where my Truck Stop now sat.
The biggest problem I had I found when I was just fourteen, was that when my father whipped my bare ass I would get hard. I came almost to love his belt across my bare ass.
After one particular hard beating when I was sixteen, he had seen my hard cock and in a fit of rage booted me out. Left now on my own I hitched a ride to the biggest City I could get to. With no money and nothing else, I started selling my body. Selling it for anything anyone wanted to do. I became a very popular boy toy to some very brutal men.
I was introduced to not only more whipping, but cock and ball torture, Bondage and discipline. Piss and water sports. Even having to eat shit on occasion. For the next several years I made a real good living being the toy of choice for men who loved to use a boy for any perverted way they could possibly think of. I loved it all.
I also knew that eventually someone might go too far and I might end up dead. I decided to try to more careful who I allowed to use my body.
I up and moved from what had become my home. I moved to the Capital. Here I set up very discreet ads on Craig's List and other websites. With a minimum charge of $2000.00 a week, I would allow anything. Always cash up front. I started to really bring in the money.
I had been away from home for almost seven years when I was contacted and told my Father had died of a heart attack. He had left me his service station and about 10,000 dollars. Cool, now I had someplace to go back to, but the money right now was too good to pass up. A gig at a ranch changed my mind. The man met me in town and paid me 4 grand for 10 days. That proved to be ten days of hell for me.
I knew I was gay and kinky. I loved to suck cocks and get fucked. I also loved to get whipped, have my cock and balls tortured, forced to drink piss and sometimes eat shit. I was totally unprepared for the next ten days.
He picked me up in town, telling me all I needed was the clothes on my back as I would be nude the whole ten days. That was fine with me. Arriving at his small ranch, he showed me around. He had a very nice house and a couple of small barns. One barn had a few head of cattle and a couple of horses. The other small barn was his dungeon as he called it. I ended up calling it his torture chamber. Back in the house he ordered me to strip naked. He then put a collar on me and forced a large butt plug into my ass. I was forced now to crawl every where I went, like a dog on a leash. I came to find out he regarded me less than he would a dog. Not a lot happened the first evening except I did suck him off and he pissed in my mouth. In the morning I was also fed dry cereal with his piss to soften the cereal. After the meager breakfast he led by the chain to his dungeon. The first thing he strapped me into was a horse affair. My ass was pushed up, my cock and balls were tied and stretched downward until I screamed in pain. With the butt plug still in place he started to use a belt on my ass. He didn't stop at my ass but whipped me from my neck to my lower legs. For almost an hour he laid that heavy belt on me.
Finally stopping, he removed the butt plug and forced a very large dildo into my ass. He also forced a cock gag into my mouth, not to prevent me from screaming, he said, but to get me used to very large cocks in my mouth. The cock gag actually went almost to the bottom of my throat. It made me gag almost continually. Finally releasing me from the horse he put me into an X frame. My cock and balls were still being stretched and each time he felt like it he would just stretch them more.
The dildo he had shoved into my ass was held in by some sort of strap. He just left me there for a few hours, coming back every so often to stretch my balls or twist and push on the dildo. Time stood still for me.
I had no inkling what he had in mind for the ten days except I knew I would be in a lot of pain. The pain in my ass from the dildo and my balls were a far off pain, like a dull ache that was not really extreme, but you knew was there. I was really thirsty and I guess he knew, he came in with a large pail. Using a cup he scooped a cup full of liquid and brought it to my lips. The acrid smell of piss assaulted my nose and if I had not been so thirsty I would have said no. He pulled out the gag and dumped the contents of the cup into my mouth. God the taste was horrible and I gagged on it. He laughed.
"Don't like horse piss?" He laughed.
"Maybe you like horse cock instead."
He removed me from the X frame and tied my hands tight behind my back. After pulling out the dildo he reinserted the butt plug. He released my balls and then dragged me to the other barn. He forced me to kneel on a sort of saddle. After securing me to the saddle he stepped back.
"Your going to suck off my stallion. If you do it right good, I might not bring in on of my younger bulls."
"You didn't pay for this shit man." I yelled.
"Don't matter to me. I'm going get all the enjoyment I can for my money boy."
He walked to the horse stall and released the horse. I couldn't believe that it just walked over and stepped into place in front of me. It looked like he had it trained just to do this. At least it wasn't a really massive Stallion, I had seen bigger, but the balls on this one were still huge.
He reached under the stallion and ran his hand along the sheath. I watched fascinated as the horses cock slid out into view. It's head appeared pointed, it was very long, thick and wet. The horse just stepped forward, the head came to about an inch from my closed mouth.
"Open your mouth and suck it boy." He ordered.
I closed my eyes, opened my mouth and leaned forward. I didn't know what was coming. As soon as my lips were around that huge head the horse bucked forward, driving that massive cock straight into my throat. I thought it had gone almost into my stomach and pain in my jaw made me think it was dislocated. The horse backed and drove in about three times before I'm sure a gallon of horse cumm was blasted into my throat. It was either drown in the cumm or swallow. Life preservation took over and I swallowed. It had a sickly sweet taste. I was very nearly unconscious by the time it stopped. The man forced it out of my mouth and pushed the horse back.
After several deep breaths I found myself almost hoarse from the amount of cumm and lack of air. My jaw ached.
"Not bad boy. Next time we will let him have more fun."
When I opened my eyes I saw the cumm also covered my chest and lower body. I had very obviously not swallowed all the horse cumm.
After returning the horse to its stall, he again dragged me to his torture chamber. This time I was strapped to a flat table. Straps all over me. My arms above my head and my legs spread. Another strap was over my chest and both thighs were strapped down. It left me very vulnerable to anything he wanted to do.
"Relax boy. I'll be back after I eat." He just turned and left.
I had no idea of the time, but as he left the dungeon I saw it was almost dark out. God day one was over, well almost over. I thought.
When I thought about it, he really had not caused me much pain. The only real pain was the thrashing he gave me with the belt. I could still feel that. Getting a stomach load of horse sperm wasn't as bad as I thought and figured I was going to get more and probably his bulls too. This guy I guess liked the idea of forced bestiality. I closed my eyes to wait for what he had in mind for later.
I guess I must have dozed off, my eyes snapped open when I heard the sound of scrapping and him cursing. I couldn't see what he was doing. That became pretty clear shortly.
He loomed over me with a pair of pliers in his hands.
"Hey Man! No permanent damage. That was our agreement."
"It's not permanent. Just going to use these to hold your tits while I inset my needles."
He gripped one tit even as I screamed and pulled it out. He inserted a thick needle through my left tit. He repeated it on my right tit. I felt a needle being inserted in my nuts, actually two. With a band over my neck I couldn't see what he was doing, but could definitely feel it.
"You see this boy." He brandished a battery clamp in front of my face.
"Yes Sir." I said.
"This might hurt." He laughed.
I felt my cock being lifted and then the most pain in my cock I have ever felt happened. I screamed as he clamped my cock with the clamp.
"Well you will be screaming more in a bit boy. You like pain so I'm going to give you lots."
I heard a click and then a low humming sound. I had no idea what he was up to. I felt a pain in my tits as he attached something to them and again in my balls. I did feel his hand as he pushed me up enough to get close to my ass, but still did not know what was coming.
"Ready boy?" He said.
He stood over me with some kind of control in his hand.
Without waiting for me to reply he mashed his finger down on the control in his hand. Instantly I thought my balls cock and ass had been dropped into fire. The pain was so extreme that for almost a few seconds no sound came from me, then I was screaming my heart out. I have no idea how long it went on, my whole mind seemed to implode with pain. All at once there was nothing, no pain, no feelings of any kind. Then my chest stomach and neck felt the same. It just went on and on. I know I was screaming, but could no longer hear myself. When it stopped this time I felt my whole body bathed in sweat. Then my balls seemed to explode. That lasted for several seconds and then it was my cock. He went from one part of my body to the next, I never knew what was next. Finally nothing, I knew I was trying to get my breath, but all around my eyes were nothing but a glow.
"I see you like that boy, your rock hard."
Was I? I couldn't feel it.
When I was finally able to see again, I saw the most evil grin on his face I had ever seen on anyone. God was I going live for a whole ten days of this?
"Well boy? Want some more from my machine?"
I couldn't speak. I tried to. I shook my head no, but no words came from my lips. Even as I tried he mashed a button again. When I woke the next time I was alone and very cold. I was still strapped to his table, but he was not around or I was blind. I really had no idea. Slowly I determined it was only dark as my eyes adjusted to the darkness. Very surprising to me, there was only the pain coming from my whipped ass, that was held down to the rough table I was strapped to.
I guess I slept after that, although I know I was cold and shivering.
He came in after the sun came up.
"Good I see your awake. Now we can begin your second day." God was it only day two.
I had no resistance left as he unstrapped me from the table. He pushed me to my knees and presented a piss soaked bowl of cereal into my face.
"Eat boy, you will need the energy." Was all he said.
I ate, not even being able to use my hands.
After the bowl was empty, He manacled my hands to a chain hoist and lifted me off the floor. He then yanked my legs apart using ropes which he tied to the floor. Now spread eagle, he used a short cane to whip me. I started to scream after the third swipe. He never stopped just continued as my body flinched around. Not only my ass, but my cock, stomach, back and legs both front and back were whipped. He finally tired of his sport. Almost all of my mid area of my body was on fire.
By the time he was done I was down to whimpers, having screamed myself hoarse.
He lowered me to the floor and pushed me to my knees before he just forced his cock into me. I had no feelings, at least no feelings inside. All of the feelings I had were concentrated on the outside. After depositing his cumm inside he just left me on my knees. Escape entered my mind, but how. My arms were still attached to the hoist.
In the light I could see, two large needles were still in my balls. Two more I could see were in my tits. So he was going to use his machine again. I looked around and saw what I was sure was his machine. A welder, electric welder sat a few feet from a table. So now I knew he was into electro-torture. That was what last night was.
The inside of his torture chamber became very warm, hot even and I was again so thirsty, even the horse piss he had fed me the day before would have been great. He came back and again fed me a cup of that foul piss. "Time for some more fun with my animals." He said,
The afternoon was filled with both sucking his horse off again and small bull. Both tasted different, the horse sweet, the bull bitter. Later after using his short stick on me he again tortured me with his electro-torture machine.
I completely lost all track of time.
I know sometime I was fucked by both the horse and bull, I was sure in both cases I was ripped open, the pain was so intense. I was also fucked by him and I know I sucked him off. I drank piss, even at his shit at one point being so hungry I would have eaten anything. Finally I found myself loose laying on a bed. Was I dreaming, I had no idea. I just laid enjoying this small luxury.
He woke me up and I was surprised at his next words.
"Damn boy. Your something else. You took everything I gave you and still could get it up. Come on, I'll give you a hand."
He helped me into a shower and washed me. After drying me helped me dress.
"Tens days are up. That's what I paid for boy. Best damn ten days I have ever had. Too bad I could not afford more."
After feeding me a very good meal of steak, potatoes, fresh bread, butter and desert, he told me he would drive me back to the city the next day. He left me to sleep. My mind was sure he was playing with me, but he really did drive me back and drop me off exactly where he had picked me up.
I watched dazed as his truck disappeared. That was it for me. No more. No more guys using my body for their enjoyment. I had a service station and a home to go to. I bought a truck and moved home in the next few weeks. Ignoring all the requests for my services.
I had almost thirty grand in the bank, plus my fathers ten grand. I had a house and several hundred acres of land. I also had his service station.
Emerson, was at one time a thriving community. Two big silver mines ensured a steady business for the service station. An interstate highway helped as well. I had told my dad on numerous occasions to install diesel tanks to attract truckers. He had always told me no. Now it was mine.
Emerson died when the silver ran out. Now all that was left was a State Police Station, weigh scales, a hotel, with a big beer bar, post office, general Store and bank. It also had my service station.
I knew this could work for me. Emerson was almost 300 miles from the next big City and almost 300 miles from the next big city in the other direction. Sitting in the middle of no where, it was to my mind an ideal place for a big Service Center, catering to truckers who had been on the road for several hours. The fifty five mile an hour speed limit meant drivers passing through Emerson had been driving for six hours. What better place to eat, refuel and rest.
Now ten years later Emerson Truck Stop was a good business. I had several employees, almost all native. The largest Reservation in the state bordered Emerson. Even the town had added a couple of stores. I had rebuilt the station with help from the bank. I had sold all but 30 acres of my land, and I had nice house and barn. My Manger, an ex-trucker ran the place and even lived in a trailer on the back lot.
I spent most of my time at the Service Center. With a wash bay, service bay, restaurant, showers and small rooms for the truckers it was really working great. The bank loved me, the towns people loved me and the truckers adored my Station.
I had been out of the other part of my life, enjoying someone abusing me for ten years. It didn't stop me from picking up young boys to suck and fuck in the big City 300 miles down the road. I would take off on a weekend and drive down, get a room and then pick up boys to please.
One summer evening I was working very late. Uncle Sam wanted his cut pretty soon and I was working on my taxes. Jeremy, my manager came in.
"John, for Christ's sake go home. Your accountants will do all that for you. Go grab some beer and go home."
"Your right Jer. See you in the morning."
"Fuck that John. Take the fucking weekend. Relax, take it easy. You spend almost your life here. Why don't you find it again."
His statement brought back memories, some bad, but most good.
Thinking about what he said I walked out and climbed into my SUV. I loved the big GMC Tahoe I had bought last year. I drove into Emerson and pulled up to the Hotel. Late there were few cars sitting at the Hotel. I bought a dozen beer in a sack and was sitting in my Truck thinking. As I started it and turned on the lights I saw a young man a few hundred feet down the block. He looked very forlorn.
Something clicked in my mind. I drove up to him and ran down the window.
"Hey." I said.
He walked to the open window.
"For fifty bucks you can do anything you want." He said.
"Get in." I said. As the light came on I saw he was Native American. A very strong face, straight nose and very deep dark eyes. He had the look of someone who had been beaten down all his life.
As I drove off.
"Hi, I'm John."
"Bobby, my name is Bobby. Got the fifty?"
"Sure Bobby, but what am I buying for Fifty bucks?"
"I'll suck your cock, you can fuck me too. You want to whip me that's cool too. I don't like to get sucked and I won't fuck you."
"Okay Bobby, I could use a good blow job. How about you come to my place and we can discuss other things too. I'll make it worth your while."
"Okay." Was all he said.
To be very honest, I loved native boys. I loved to suck their cocks and always loved it when they fucked me. I hadn't had a real good blow job for a while and if this kid worked out, maybe I could get all I wanted to.
I drove out onto the interstate and after a few miles pulled off onto my road.
"Where we going?" He said, a catch in his throat.
"My Place. It just up the road a bit."
"How about I suck you now and I go." He sounded scared.
"Bobby, I'll pay you the fifty and maybe more. Trust me son, I don't plan on anything else." He relaxed quite a bit as I pulled into my yard.
"Come on in." I said as I climbed out with beer in my hand.
He followed me inside. I turned on the lights and he stopped dead in his tracks.
"Oh Wow! You're rich?"
"God, how I wish!" I laughed.
I mean my house was a log cabin. I bought it as a package and had it built for me. The bank owned most of it. The Bank also owned my small barn, my truck and about thirty percent of my service center. Rich well sort of, if you forgot about the bank.
Bobby walked around the house looking at everything. When he turned back I saw tears in his eyes. What I also saw was a very good looking young man. Straight native nose, full lips, the brown skin tone of a real native. To be honest he really was good looking.
"You okay Bobby." I asked.
When I said that the waterworks started in earnest. I set the beer down and walked to him and wrapped my arms around him. He grabbed me so tight I thought I must be his last resort. I gently guided him to one of my big couches and sat him down.
"Hey Bud, Hey Bobby its okay man, I'm here for you."
He cried for a while and then sat back. His face was unreadable.
"Tell me Bobby. Tell me what's wrong. Maybe I can fix it."
"No one can fix it. I'm just trash." "Why would you call yourself trash. Hell I'm gay. Am I trash too?"
"I like everything. I let guys piss in my mouth. One guy shit in my mouth. I liked it. Pain that's cool too, anything, you can do anything and I won't object."
When he said that all my memories came flooding back. Thinking about getting my ass whipped, balls and cock tortured, fucked, sucking on cocks, the piss and even the shit, all came back to me. I was instantly hard.
"Bobby, you are just like me. I like all that stuff too and maybe more."
He looked right at me. His big brown eyes, pools you could almost fall into.
"Really, you mean you like to get raped and whipped and stuff too?"
"Yeah Bobby. When I was sixteen I was kicked out by my dad and that's how I lived. By letting guys do anything they wanted to me. Ten years ago I had a real bad experience and I quit. What you just said brought it all back and I guess I still love to have that kind of stuff done to me."
Sitting this close to him, I knew he was pretty ripe. I don't think he had, had a shower or bath for a while. I pulled out my wallet and dropped a fifty on the table.
"Listen Bobby, lets have a shower and get cleaned up. I must smell after working all day and I think you could use one too. There's your fifty. After the shower we can talk about what we both want."
He looked at the fifty and then I guess he decided I wasn't going to stiff him.
"Okay." We walked up to my bedroom. I started to undress. He just stood still.
"You going to shower in your clothes?" I asked.
He smiled and then started to slowly undress. I just ignored him. He seemed pretty skittish for a guy that liked to whipped and fucked.
He looked real good after he was nude. I handed him a towel and he used it to hide his cock. I walked into my big bathroom and turned on the shower. He quickly got in and turned away from me. I grabbed the body wash and started to wash him. He just stood and let me wash him all over.
"You want to turn around so I can get the front?"
"I'll do it." He said as he reached for the body wash.
"Bobby, eventually I'm going to see all of you. What's the matter?"
"You'll just laugh at me." He sobbed.
"Bobby, I promise I'll never laugh at you."
He reluctantly turned to face me. I saw a very nicely toned young man. Prominent tits, just the hint of a six pack. A thick bush highlighted a thick long cock and the head of his cock.
"My god. What happened to you?" The head of his cock looked like a mangled piece of meant.
I knelt down for a closer look. It looked like some one had very crudely circumcised him. There was still a flap of skin attached and it looked like he had two piss slits. Pissing had to be a bitch. No wonder he never wanted anyone to see his front. He had great looking balls, and I'm sure he probably tasted great too. That mangled cock probably caused him a lot of pain to get real hard. I stood back up and wrapped my arms around him. He just cried.
"Lets finish up here Bobby and then we'll talk. Okay bud?"
He nodded his head and I finished washing him. I was very careful when I washed his cock and balls. He did plump up a bit and I heard him grown. I knew even getting that little bit hard must hurt. He washed me when I was done. I got rock hard while he washed my cock and balls.
"Do you want me to suck you now?" He asked after he had rinsed off my cock.
"Later Bobby. We have lots of time."
He slowly stood. After rinsing we got out and dried each other. I led him back into the bedroom. I got him clean shorts and t-shirt. After giving him my extra robe we headed back to my living room. I cracked two beers and handed him one.
"Do you want to tell me what happened Bobby?"
"I guess." He took a sip of beer.
"I kind of knew I was gay pretty young. My brother and I used to play with each other all the time. He's about four years older than me. When I was thirteen I sucked him off. It tasted real good and I liked it. From then on every time we were alone I would do him. One day when we were both pretty loaded he fucked me. It hurt real bad the first time, but later it felt good too. WE were in the barn one day, he was ramming his cock into me when my Uncle caught us. Rather than tell my Dad he fucked me too. From then on I was getting it from a lot of the guys in town. Sometimes one would be fucking me while another had his cock in my mouth."
My Dad found out. He dragged me to the barn and after whipping my ass, he forced me to suck him off. He called me all kinds of names and then just left me. He got very drunk and came back to the barn. He tore my clothes off and said I would never use my dick ever again. When he grabbed my cock, I fought him and when he tried to cut my dick I wrenched it away. Only part of the knife cut me. I was bleeding and screaming when my Uncles pulled him off. They stopped the bleeding. When my Dad sobered up he kicked me out. I been kind of wandering ever since. My Uncle lives on the Reserve here and I figured I could hole up with him. He used me for everything, even kept me tied up in his barn. All kind of guys used me. Made me drink piss, eat their shit, fucked me, whipped me all kinds of stuff. Yesterday I got loose and ran. I hid in town all day and then you picked me up."
"Bobby, you can have the fifty. I don't want to do anything."
"But why? I like to suck on cocks and I like to get fucked and whipped."
"I think you have been through enough already."
I think he thought I was going to just throw him out. He started to really cry.
I held onto him until he was down to sniffles.
"Bobby, you can stay here as long as you want. I'm not going just toss you out. I just don't want to cause you any more pain."
"How old are you Bobby?"
"Just about nineteen. I have my treaty card to prove it."
"I believe you Bobby. You're a very good looking young man."
"Hungry?" I asked. He nodded his head.
"Good, me too. Come on lets see if we can rustle something up to eat."
He followed me into the kitchen and watched as I made several sandwiches.
"Can you grab the beer Bobby and put it in the fridge."
He did as I asked and grabbed two more as I carried the sandwiches back into my living room.
I grabbed a sandwich and told him to help himself. He almost inhaled the sandwiches and I told him to slow down, there is lots more makings, if he wanted more.
After we polished off the plate of sandwiches and were just sitting sipping the beer.
"Why are you being so nice to me?" He asked.
"Bobby when you talked about loving all those things, brought back many memories. Some good, some bad. I just figured you have probably endured more and for now really just wanted you to feel a little safe and maybe secure. I won't do anything to you unless you really want it. Before you say anything I have something else I want to say."
"If you want, I could take you to my doctor in Ambrose. I've used him for over ten years for any of my needs. He could fix the end of your cock so it works normally."
"You would do that? Why?"
"Bobby, I like to suck cocks too and I love to get fucked. I want to suck your cock and feel it inside me as much as you want mine. Like it is now, it probably causes you lots of pain to even get hard."
"Yeah it does. When could you do that? I mean go to your Doctor."
"Tomorrow, we could drive over. He's in his office Saturdays."
He got a real dreamy look in his eyes. I guess thinking about the times when it didn't hurt so much.
"Bobby, I want you to promise one thing. Anything I do to you, you do to me. That's why I want your cock fixed."
"You mean you want me stay and do stuff after?"
"Yes I do. I said you could stay for as long as you like."
WE slept together that night and I had a hard time getting to sleep thinking about the native boy beside me. HE really was good looking except for that mangled cock. Something about him didn't seem right. He did look like a full blooded Indian, but his cock did not. I finally slipped into dreamland only to be woken when someone kissed me lightly. It took several moments before I remembered where and who I was with.
"Morning." I said.
"Thank you John. Thank you for everything."
"Your very welcome." I kissed him on his nose.
WE climbed out of bed and while he went to the bathroom, I slipped on shorts and jeans. Bobby was about my height, but maybe a little leaner. I figured he's fit in a pair of my jeans. We could wash his so he had clean clothes too. When he came out, I told him to try on a few pairs of my jeans, so I could wash his. I did my stuff and came out. Damn he looked hot in the pair he picked. It was one pair that were just too damn tight for me.
"Wow! Bobby you look delicious."
"Thanks John. The others were to loose."
He put on the t-shirt from last night. We gathered up his clothes and put them in my washer. After a good breakfast we headed for Ambrose.
Ambrose was a ranching town of about a thousand people. It had most things you could find in any small town USA. It was on a secondary road and too far for truckers to use. It also had the railroad. I t was about two and half hour drive from my farm. Bobby never said anything on the trip except monosyllables to my questions. He looked like he was getting more nervous as we got closer.
As I pulled in front of the Doctors office he was shaking.
"Bobby relax. My Doctor is very good and he knows I'm gay. He'll figure correctly that you are gay too. He won't pry."
We walked in and Doctor Stone, greeted us both.
"What can I do for you today John?"
"Bobby has a problem that needs fixing."
"Okay come on inside Bobby and tell me."
Bobby wouldn't let go of my arm.
"Well, why don't you both come in." "Okay." He said after we were in the examining room.
"Take your pants off Bobby and show him. He won't hurt you." I said.
Bobby very reluctantly lowered his jeans and shorts.
"Oh wow. Who the hell did that to you Son?"
"I'll explain later Doc. Can you do anything for him?"
"Take your pants and shorts right off Son and sit on the edge of the table."
He turned and pulled on a pair of latex gloves. He walked up to Bobby and leaned in close. I watched as he check Bobby's cock. It did plump up a bit and Bobby groaned. The Doctor stood back.
"Hurts to get hard too eh. Must be a real bitch urinating." He said.
"Well I can't fix it all at the same time. What I can do for now is clean it up and make it look more normal. I can also repair the slit. You will have to come back again for some cosmetic surgery."
"Do what you can please Doc." I said.
The doctor left the room.
"What did he mean cosmetic surgery?' Bobby asked me.
"I'm not sure Bud, but we can ask him."
The doctor came back with a tray in his hands. He set beside Bobby on the table.
"I'm going to use a local anesthetic. It's going to hurt when I put the needles in, but only for a bit."
WE both watched as the Doctor filled a syringe with clear liquid from a small bottle. He picked up an alcohol swab and swabbed all around the top of Bobby's shaft.
"Try not to move Son." He carefully inserted the needle just below where the corona of his cock would have been. Bobby hardly flinched. He repeated the injections all the way around his cock and stood back.
"We'll give it few minutes to take hold."
"Bobby asked me what you meant by cosmetic surgery."
"Well it doesn't look like there is much of the corona left. Next time he comes I'll loosen the head more and rebuild the corona a bit. You won't have as much feeling as normal, but it will definitely look and feel better."
The doctor picked up a needle with a cord attached to it.
"This is an electric needle. I'm going to use it to open up the end of your cock more. You won't feel a thing.
The two small slits were very quickly one. There was no blood.
"The needle cuts and cauterizes at the same time." He set it down and picked up a scalpel.
I watched as he repaired the damage done. The flap of skin was removed and several others that had healed over. When he was done Bobby's cock looked very much more normal. The doctor picked up a long metal rod with a larger diameter end. He lubricated it and then slowly inserted it into the piss slit. It went about a half inch. The doctor applied more pressure and all of a sudden it slipped into his cock. The doctor pulled it out and a small amount of blood oozed from his piss slit.
"That should do it. You should be able to urinate and ejaculate normally now. Your going to be some pain when the pain killer wears off."
HE handed Bobby a small bottle of pills.
"Take only as needed Son."
"It sure looks better." Bobby smiled.
"Will you be bringing him back next Saturday John?"
"Yes I will Doc."
"Good, try to behave yourselves for a few days until the cuts heal. Do you want me to take blood for tests?"
"Up to you Bobby." I said.
"Okay." Bobby said.
The Doctor drew three small bottle of blood from Bobby. I saw him write numbers on each, no names.
"These will be back in ten days."
"You can get dressed Bobby."
I went with the Doctor to fill out the forms and pay him. I told him what happened to Bobby. The Doctor said who ever did it should be in jail. Bobby came out with a small smile on his face.
"Well Bobby, at least you won't be like that poor Jewish guy." "What Jewish guy?' Bobby asked.
"They called him a bathroom menace because he was circumcised by a cross eyed rabbi."
It took a bit and then Bobby laughed. I really liked how he laughed. IT made his whole face look so much better.
After eating lunch in town we headed back. Bobby was at least smiling now.
"How am I ever going to pay you back?" He asked.
"How about working."
"I don't have a job."
"Well how about working for me. I need a truck wash attendant full time. You could work at the Station and stay with me at home."
"You mean you would hire me and let me live with you?"
That's what it means, Bobby."
"Then when my dick is fixed we could do stuff too?"
"If that is what you want."
"Well what I really want is to suck you off. I got to do something to pay for all this."
"Well, as much as I want the same thing Bobby, lets just wait a day to let those cuts heal a bit. Then if your in no pain we can do each other."
"You Promise." "Yes Bobby. I promise."
"Cool." He smiled.
TBC
Authors Note:
Although I write about BDSM, CBT, TT, Water Sports and Scat, I don't practice any of them. To be honest I guess I am just a Bottom, but really don't like Anal Sex. My Partner for now almost sixteen years is a African Canadian Male. He loves anal and oral. So I oblige him. But even he loves mostly oral. I keep him happy and he keeps me very happy.