They have the technology to replace Ryan Wolff's penis after it was savagely cut from him.
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Dr Eugene Gold was the foremost urologist and reconstructive surgeon in his field. I was just finishing an appointment with him where I learned that I had been accepted into a first of it’s kind program. Recent advances in immunology had opened to the door operations that previously were unthinkable. They were now able to transplant hands and feet, along with hearts, livers and kidneys. On the way out, the receptionist called to me “Don’t forget to pick up your pager. When a suitable donor becomes available, we must be able to reach you day or night” I nodded and smiled as I closed the office door. My name is Ryan Wolff, I just turned 18 about a month ago. I live in Woodland Hills, California. People always tell me I look a lot like Nick Carter from the Backstreet Boys. At about 13 or 14, I used to have circle jerks with some of my friends. Most of the guys I “experimented” with are straight and have girlfriends. I do not. I realized I liked guys better. My family knows of my preference and they’re cool about. In a way, at least in my mind, it really hasn’t mattered if I’m gay or straight or whatever. Since I was 15, I have had no penis. For the last 3 years, I have had nothing but a small stump, with skin grafted over the end and a hole from which to urinate. I do get erections like any normal teen male, as the equipment on the inside (along with my testicles) are still there and functioning as they should. When erect, the penile stump sticks out an inch or so from my body. I’ll explain how I came to be in this condition in a moment or two, but allow me to share a bit more of my present condition, first. I have the same sex drive as any 18 year old. My little stump gets hard constantly. When I see a hot looking dude, my brain tells me I have a raging hard on. Pre-cum leaks out of the hole in what’s left of my dick. I want to get my dick sucked and have a huge explosion of cum, but I cannot. The nerves to stimulate me to orgasm were severed from the head of my missing penis. Imagine going around with that feeling that you have cum within seconds (you know, when you get so turned on you have to rush in to a public bathroom and jack off, just for relief), that is what I feel like most of the time. It’s a perpetual hard on with out the dick. The only real relief I get is when I have a wet dream. It’s not really relief, though. It happens when I’m asleep, so I have no awareness of it or pleasure from it. I just wake up all sticky. I guess it’s just nature’s way of bodily maintenance so my prostate doesn’t explode. My penis was cut off on March 27th 1997. I had been very proud of my young manhood to that point. When I was about 12½ , fine blonde pubic hair began to appear and my little boy dick began to grow to a pretty impressive size. It was pretty much like other California kids, cut with a nice pink mushroom head. It always looked kinda funny in way to me, the skin was a lot darker below my circumcision scar. It seem like they’d left quite of bit of skin, cause it was easy to jack off, which by the way, was my unofficial hobby. It was only after my friends and I got into jerking each off and having circle jerks that I realized that I was quite above average in the dick dept. It was close to 8 inches and nice and fat. My friends would usually get a little wide-eyed when I’d take it out. Life at 15 was pretty great. I was decent looking, had some cool friends, hung out at the beach in Malibu where I’d sometimes meet some other horny teens while surfing. We just go in to the men’s room at the beach, lock ourselves in a stall and blow each others boydicks. Then I’d hitchhike back to the valley and home. That March 27th was pretty much the same. I’d gotten a ride to the beach with some friends and they were gonna pick me up on the way back so I wouldn’t have to hitch. I went into the changing area to get into my trunks and noticed there were a couple of dude that really awesome. THIS was gonna be a good. As I started to change in to my trunks, one of the guys finished his shower and split. The other guy was definitely checking me out. I know he was cause I was checking him out. He had a surfer body and he was waxing his stick. “What up?”, he said. Me! was my reply. I went into the shower and soaped up along side him. He reached over and started stroking my dick. I grabbed on to his and within 30 seconds, boycum was snaking it’s way down the drain. I got my trunks on and hit the beach. Being only March, the water was cold but there were some excellent waves. About 4pm, I headed for the showers to get the sand off and get ready to meet my friends for the ride back to the valley. I wanted to be sure and not be late cause hitching could be a real pain and take forever. There was a guy, probably in his early 30’s already in the showers. He was definitely checking me out. He wasn’t really bad looking or anything, but when you’re 15, someone in their 30’s is like ancient. I’d also just busted a nut a short time ago. He asked “you taking off?” “Yeah, gotta get going, my friends will be here in about 5 minutes” I said as soaped up. “Oh that’s good”, he replied. “I’ve seen you hitchhiking a few times and was gonna ask if you need a ride. The times I’ve seen you before I was in a company vehicle and we’re not allowed to have anyone but employees in the van.” Not really paying a lot of attention, I said “That’s cool, appreciate the thought. Hey I’m outtie like Curt Gowdy.” He said as I grabbed my towel and heading to the changing area, “Hey what’s your name, I’m Blake.” “Ryan” was my one word reply, as I grabbed my stuff and headed for PCH and my ride home. I was supposed to meet that at 4:30, it was now almost 5 and the sun was setting. In March it still gets dark pretty and kind of chilly along the coast. I only had about 75 cents in my pocket, all quarters. Shit, I only really had enough for 1 call. I tried to remember Deke’s cell number. I’d be dark and cold in a half hour. 818 735 1994! That’s his number. I went to the payphone and called the number. When it answered, I heard “Yo bro, what’s up!” “Deke? Did you forget…”I began. The voice continued, “It’s 420 or I’m getting laid, leave a message. BEEP”. I was getting pissed and scared, all at the same time, as I tried to figure what I was going to do. I noticed the guy from the shower as he walked past to his pickup. “Ryan? Right?” “Uh yeah” I said back. He walked toward me as he said, “did your buds forget you? The offer is still good. Be happy to give you a lift.” I said, “No, that’s cool, They’ll be here.” It was nearly 5:15 and I wasn’t at all sure what I’d just told this dude was actually true. I thought, maybe I should take him up on his offer, but blew it off cause if I wasn’t here, they’d freak. Deke and Spank were never on time for anything, ever, I reminded myself. They also were gonna score some buds, and you know how that can go. “Nah, I’m cool, but thanks for asking”, I smiled. “If your sure” he said as he got in to his black Ford F250. I nodded and thought, cool ride for an older guy. It was 5:45 and getting darker and colder by the moment as the fog began to roll in. I was really wishing I’d taken the guy with the F250’s offer. Mom would be home from her office a little after 7 and she would freak if I was missing in action. Now 6:00 and dark, I stuck out my thumb in hopes of catching a ride from the steady stream of cars winding their way along Pacific Coast Highway. I saw an approaching car start to pull over. As it got closer I realized it was the guy from the beach with the black F250. “I guess you’re still waiting on your friends and don’t want a ride”, he joked. “Boy am I glad to see you” I shot back. “Blake”, he said. “Uh no, dude, I’m Ryan” I said. “Yes, I remember, and my name’s Blake, Blake Laurence” “Oh yeah, huh” I stammered. Sorry, been a bad afternoon”. “So, are you gonna get in, or should I drive off with you hanging half out the window.” I laughed, “I’ll happy to get in” as I slammed the cab door and continued “so I’m guessing you live around here?” Blake smiled and said “yeppers, about a quarter mile north of here. I was just headed to the 7 11 for sodas and beer. You’re a pretty hot young man, Ryan. Do you model or something?” I thought to myself, Oh no…here we go. I knew he was hitting on me in the shower, that was really the reason I said no when he offered my the ride earlier. Like I said, he really wasn’t a bad looking dude, I wasn’t in the mood, and he was a little old for me. I decided to be straight up with him. “Look Blake, I’m gay and I know you were interested in me, which is cool.” I looked over at him to see a look of pure shock. I’m sure he was used to playing the straight boy game of doing a whole dance to blow ‘em or whatever he likes to do. Blake sputtered “Oh, well I wasn’t, uh you know”, he trailed off. Suddenly he stopped and said “Well that’s refreshing. A guy you knows what he is and what he wants.” I said softly “Thanks, what I really want is to get home. I’m tired and it’s cold. Blake said matter-of-factly “Make you a deal, I’ve been thinking all day about you and that impressive dick on you.” “Yeah” I said, “and you want to…” “Blow you” he jumped in. I thought for a second, “And you’ll drive me to Woodland Hills, after?”, I asked. “Uh huh” Blake agreed. I thought what the fuck, a quick blow and then home. Not a bad deal, I thought. Remembering Mom I told him, “but we gotta be quick. If I’m not home when she gets there she will worry.” “OK, said Blake, “in fact why don’t you call and leave a message on her answering machine and let her know may be a few minutes late. You did, after all get stranded.” I said “ Good idea, Blake, but I still need to do this kinda quick.” “Gotcha covered, Ryan.” We picked up the drinks and headed back to his place. It was pretty cool, a small little gated cottage that sat right on the beach. Inside, there were statues and paintings everywhere, most of them male nudes. Something caught my eye, inside a glass enclosed case, near the fireplace were what seemed to be dildos. I walked over to get a closer look. They looked totally, completely real, not like those fake looking rubber things from porn shops. “Here’s a soda, Ryan. You like?” he asked, gesturing toward the display. “ They look totally real, dude” I said in amazement. Blake said proudly “Those are my specialty, I have clients all over the world who pay great sums of money for those.” I thought, yeah if you’re a fake dick connoisseur, I guess it’s cool. I asked “Oh, is this like those plaster cast deals where they’re made from actual guys dicks?” Blake replied, “I guess you say something along those lines. It’s a much more intricate process, although they were taken from actual boys. OK, Ryan, make your call home and we’ll get started and get you on the way. Is your drink OK?” “Yeah, fine,” I hung up the phone after leaving the message for Mom. I sat on the couch as Blake planted himself next to me and started rubbing my dick through my board shorts. I was feeling a little tired from the day and this did feel pretty good. My dick went “thwap” against my belly as he pulled my shorts down. Blake took my whole penis in his mouth, down to the root. No one had EVER done that before I leaned back to enjoy the incredible sensation of this very excellent cocksucker. My eyes closed as a nice warm feeling enveloped me. I shot wad down Blake’s throat. As I opened my eyes, instead of a smiling face, I saw the cold hard concrete in the restroom on the beach where I’d been all day. My dick hurt like hell, as though some had bitten it real hard. I also take the worst piss of my life. There was a note stuffed in the front of my pants. I struggled to my feet, I had to piss so bad I was almost in pain. I looked at the note as I walked toward the urinal. I felt chilling shiver as I read the note. It “You must follow these instructions precisely or could bleed to death in minutes. Call 911 immediately. You will not be able to void your urine. This can cause a rupture of the bladder. They will need to insert a catheter. Your penis has been removed. My head spun as I read on. Do not under any circumstances, attempt to remove the band at the base of where your penis was. You will bleed to death within minutes. I thought, this has got to be a hideous nightmare. I opened my shorts and found a bit of raw meat circled by a band, where my penis was. I screamed most blood curdling yell anyone could imagine and blacked out. to be continued