How to Create a Fuckboy

When Doc felt enough time had passed, I removed the clamps. I dabbed some alcohol on the cut ends of the cords and then got ready to close the incision. I held the two sides together and began sewing with the sutures Doc handed me. It took four stitches.

I thought the bitch was going to pass out and drop our little patient. I untied Fuckboy's ankles and lifted him off her lap and laid him on a clean paper covered counter. The bitch quickly left and we soon heard her heaving in the bathroom downstairs. It was just as well we canceled her appointments for the night. She was in no shape to entertain callers.

But the boy himself was smiling. Doc took a close look at my tailoring. "Excellent! Excellent! Excellent!" Then he looked Fuckboy in the eye. "You should be real, real, real fuckin proud of yourself, Young Man. You performed like a soldier!"

"I dint do nothin', Sir. Uncle did it all."

"Oh, no," I corrected him as I tore off my mask and gloves. "You did something very amazing. You gave me your balls, Fuckboy. Don't call that nothing. I think it's something very special. I agree with Doc; you should be fuckin proud of yourself."

"Thank you, Sir. Doc, Can I stand up now, Sir?"

"Not yet, Son. You're apt to be a little woozy." He turned to me. "Did you change the bed linens like I told you?" I nodded. "Good, good, good. Why don't you carry him in there so he can have a nice rest." Little Cunt jumped down to follow us, but tripped on his oversize scrubs.

"Little Cunt, why don't you stay here and help Doc. Fuckboy needs his rest."

I came back out from the bedroom and Doc again praised my surgical skills. As he put away his tools and Little Cunt helped me dispose of all the paper and other trash, Doc talked to me about the aftereffects. "Now, now, now, when the Novocain wears off, his scrotum will be uncomfortable for at least a week. You can give him some acetaminophen or ibuprofen or both even. Even some weed might be good to take the edge off. As the wound heals, the stitches will start to itch something fierce. He's going to be tempted to scratch but you really, really, really can't let him. I don't like to use the sutures that dissolve because then they last up to three months! So in ten days I'll come back and watch as you remove the stitches. Fortunately, he doesn't wear clothes anyway so that's less irritation to worry about.

"He shouldn't bathe until tomorrow night. And after he does, dab the wound with some gauze to make sure it's thoroughly dry. He's going to have to wait two weeks before going back to work."

"Yes, we've told all the clients. They understand." I turned to Little Cunt. "You're going to have to take up the slack, Little Brother. Your asshole is going to be very busy for the next two weeks."

"Yay!!"

Doc gave me a stern look. "That goes for you, also. No fucking Tommy for two weeks."

"Oh, the poor boy. He adores my cock."

"Well, OK, OK, OK, I'll let him have oral starting on Saturday, but no anal for two weeks. I mean it. He needs time to get his strength back. Now, listen, listen, listen, if he gets any fever, or there's any oozing around the cut, or he vomits or faints or does anything weird, you call me immediately! You hear me, immediately!"

"Fuck, Doc, you're scaring me."

"Well, I don't really expect any of that to happen, but every human being is different. You can never be sure how anyone will react." Doc picked up the stainless steel bowl with the offering inside. "We never talked about what you planned to do with these but I brought along a jar of formaldehyde in case the lad wants to keep them on his bureau or something. Sorta like displaying a prize baseball, ha, ha, ha."

"No, Doc. I have other plans. I took a soup bowl out of the cupboard. "Here, drop them in here and you can wash out your bowl." I looked down at the tender offering so lovingly rendered and felt my own eyes beginning to water. Quickly, I immersed the two pearls in cold water and set the bowl aside. "Doc, I really appreciate all you did. I felt so confident with you by my side."

Surprisingly, I woke up early on Thursday, with the warm sun pouring through the window. I looked over at the angel fast asleep beside me. He was curled up in a tight comma, his hands sweetly folded as if in prayer, his hair all rumpled, and his mouth wide open. I was tempted to fill it with his favorite sucker, but remembered Doc's orders. So I turned to Little Cunt instead. When he felt my cock in his lips, he started to waken. I put my finger over my mouth and nodded to his brother. He understood, so he sucked me off real quietly. When he got his morning mouthful of jizz, we snuck out of bed, covered his brother with a sheet, and tiptoed down the hall to the Mickey Mouse Room. "Sir, if you gonna fuck me in here, you gotta pay money just like alls the other men."

I slapped my naked thighs. "Shit, Little Cunt, I left my wallet in my other pants." He started giggling and I took advantage of the occasion to tickle him mercilessly. Snotty little brat trying to weasel money out of his poor uncle! Ha!! When I released him, I put on a CD of Bach's Suite for Solo Cello No. 1 in G Major, and asked him what position he wanted. He said lap so I sat on his bed and let him suck me again to a full erection. Then I reached over to his bedside table, took his tube of KY and generously slathered it around and in his anus. We smiled at each other, kissed, and then he climbed up and started to squat on my pole. I guided him down so my arrow would hit his bullseye. "OK, you sweet little boy, take a deep breath and pretend like you're gonna make shit." He scrunched up his face and suddenly his hole opened up to take me in. "Oh, yeah, Little Cunt. I love fucking you, Kid. I'm gonna fuck you every chance I get these two weeks. Unh!! Oh, your tiny hole is no nice and tight! Uhh!! It's perfect. Unh!!" Words turned into moans and hollers as my cock slowly made its way northward. I took Little Cunt's hips in my hands as he planted his feet on the sides of my pelvis and began bouncing. It was only a matter of a few minutes before I erupted inside him. He tried to muffle his scream for his brother's sake. Little Cunt is so caring.

I followed Little Cunt down the hall and watched my jizz oozing down his tiny legs. He went into the bathroom while I headed for the kitchen, started the coffee brewing and put a couple eggs into a pot to hardboil.

In a few minutes, the troops began to assemble. The bitch padded up the cellar stairs muttering, "What have I done? What have I done?" She started mixing up a batter of blueberry pancakes for the second morning in a row.

Little Cunt skipped in, sat down and started closely examining his own nuts to make sure they were still there.

Finally, the star of the show appeared, wiping the sleep out of his lovely dark eyes. He came over and kissed me and I gave him a big hug. "How's my brave soldier this morning?"

He glanced down and studied his empty sack a moment. "Hehe, I guess it wasn't just a dream, Sir."

I reached over and tenderly put two fingers under his nutless scrotum. "No, Fuckboy. Now it's a dream come true." He returned my big hug.

The bitch came over to the table with a cup of coffee for me and glasses of cold milk for the boys. "Honey, I'm so sorry. If I was stronger, I would have stopped them from butchering you. I'll never forgive myself. I hope some day you can forgive me, Honey."

The kid was wide awake now. "Shut the fuck up, Bitch! Don't ruin it. I dint want nobody stoppin' them. I wanted Uncle to take my fuckin nuts! And I told you not to call me Honey, you bitch! And who the fuck told you to put on a housecoat. Take the fuckin thing off and make our breakfast fuckin naked like the fuckin slave you is." Little Cunt found it all amusing.

"Yes Sir." She obeyed. Fuckboy and I continued to hug and smooch until she brought over the first batch of pancakes. Then he started devouring them voraciously like he hadn't eaten in a week. I was pleased to see he had his appetite back. I'm sure the bitch was also.

I told her to just bring me some toast and set the pot of eggs on a trivet on the table. She shrugged and did so. As the boys dove into their second batch, I let them see my smile and lifted the lid off the pot. With my spoon, I nudged one of the white eggs aside and lifted out a pretty little glistening pearl and showed it to him. "Allll right!!" Fuckboy laughed. "That's so cool."

The bitch looked at us and realized what I was holding. "No, no! You're not going to eat them! You cannibal."

"I told you to shut the fuck up, Bitch! I gave Uncle those nuts and he can do whatever he fuckin wants with him." He turned to me and smiled. "Go on, Sir. Have a feast!"

Little Cunt joined in. "Yeah, Sir. I want to see you eat them."

I didn't need any more encouragement. Silently, I looked at the tiny precious morsel and licked my lips. I wondered if it was Billy or Bobby. I took it between my thumb and one finger and showed it to them, then slowly put it in my mouth. I let them see it sitting there on my tongue. Then I closed my eyes and mouth and bit down. Hmmmm, as my tongue was bathed in delicious succulence, every one of my 10,047 taste buds got a hardon. I savored the tiny bits and swallowed, then sat there paralyzed.

"Was it delicious, Sir?"

I opened my eyes and saw his happy smile. In a soft whisper I declared, "Fuckboy, without question that was the damn best piece of meat I'd ever tasted." He gave me a high five. Little Cunt laughed. The bitch shuddered.

I repeated with the second pearl. Then gave Fuckboy a long loving kiss. When we came up for air, he said, "I'm sorry, Sir."

"Sorry? You just made me the happiest man on this planet. What the fuck do you have to be sorry for?"

"I'm sorry I only had two nuts to give you, Sir. I wish I had a hundred for you, Sir."

"Now your bag really would have looked weird with a hundred balls stuffed in there, Fuckboy." We both laughed our asses off, as the bitch tossed the final batch of pancakes on the table and slunk back to her cave crying.

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