Pink Hackeysack Part 9 - The Conclusion

“I woke up with a woodie today. Let’s try it.”

We were sitting on the couch in the apartment where I had moved his things while he was in the hospital. He had just been released that morning and the doctors had warned him to be patient and not expect too much at first, but as I looked into J.B.’s deep blue eyes I could see that he couldn’t wait any longer. I slipped between his legs and unbuttoned his fly.

Jason’s cock was soft but stretched out long. It was a shock to see it bedded in the scruffy thatch of Evans’ golden pubes, still short from the last shaving. The total length after the surgery was less than Jason’s eleven inches but still more than Evans’ original nine. Having seen and sucked his lost penis twice before, I could see that the dead boy’s stiffening prick was its twin. I took it in my mouth and ran my tongue up the shaft. Then I squeezed my toothless jaw around it and sucked hard. J.B. hooted with triumph and relief as it shot to full erection.

“God, I had forgotten how great those fucking gums feel! Blow me!”

His balls had stored their load over the weeks of his hospital stay and in seconds I was sucking Evans’ thick delicious cum through Jason’s throbbing cock.

Shortly after that he transferred to a school in another town and we took an apartment together. We had altered the story to the police to the effect that it had been Golden who had cut off and destroyed Jason’s dick, and that the athlete had shot him as he lay dying. There was plenty of evidence to show that both Evans and myself had been Mr. Golden’s victims. His wife settled a sum of money on the young student to avoid a civil suit against her husband’s estate and the scandal it would bring. Apparently she was not sorry to be rid of her domineering and womanizing mate.

Dorchester and his wife had their baby. Their own son as it turned out. Apparently Dorchester had succeeded in impregnating her before Golden put his plan into effect. I sent her an anonymous letter letting her know how brave I thought she was and assuring her that the monsters responsible for her rape were dead or behind bars. DeRoi and Emilio disappeared the night Evans dick was cut off and apparently they are still out there somewhere hiding from the police.

I let the sale of my house go through and gave most of the money to Evans for his future tuition. He told me I didn’t need to do that but he still doesn’t know how guilty I am for the things that were done to him. I’ve got a job in an X-rated bookstore where I sometimes get to suck off the customers, but at home Evans is still generous with his new penis. Medical school keeps him pretty busy and though I treat him to a whore whenever I get paid he still has no steady girlfriend, finding my mouth and ass an acceptable substitute between paydays.

He accepts that I want to be his slave and he lets me do for him around the apartment. I have my own room where he sometimes locks me up when he entertains his young friends. On Sundays he takes his morning dump directly in my mouth while he reads the paper (more often than that would be too unhealthy, he tells me). He lets me lick his ass clean, getting fucked having changed his attitude about that. Neither of us expect this relationship to last forever but for now it suits us both. He still has years of schooling ahead of him

There is a dark side to my happiness. When he first came out of the hospital J.B. was upbeat and cheerful much like the happy-go-lucky pizza boy he had seemed when I first met him. Now he grows moody and much of the time he’s more sullen than I would have ever expected he could be. He drinks a lot more than he used to and sometimes he gets violent and kicks my ass, calling me all sorts of fag names and accusing me of trying to turn him into a queer. I think back to the time when Jason challenged him to black my eye and I think that some brutality had always been a part of him, but then I wonder. When he’s drunk he reminds me more and more of my dead lover whom he resembles and whose dick hangs between his legs.

Last night J.B. came home drunk and whipped my ass with a wire hanger he heated to a red glow on the gas stove. He had found out I had been sucking dick in the men’s room on campus. After making me swear that I belonged to him alone he twisted a hanger into a crude branding iron, bending the metal into the letters of his nickname and branded both my ass cheeks with it.

He was drunk and did a sloppy job. Bending over, looking at my ass in the mirror, it seems to me that the initials on my buttocks, like the gold monogram on the pink hackeysack that began my adventure, appear to read “JR.”