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When Timothy awoke the next day, he groggily took in his surroundings for a long time, before he realized he was in the hospital.
A deep voice announced: "Hello, my name is Blaine, I am your nurse", as the curtains parted and a tall black man appeared. Through his swollen eyelids, Timothy recognized the man from the bath house, the one that had taken his anal virginity.
"How are you feeling today, pretty boy?", he heard Blaine ask. His voice was deep and pleasant. The gruffness was gone, and Timothy picked up a slight lisp.
"I'm feewing gweat", the boy lied. Timothy wasn't sure if it was the Morphine or the missing teeth, but he thought the words that just came out of his mouth were hilarious. As he started to laugh, he felt a bowel movement, and his warm, soft stool began to pile up against his butt cheeks and scrotum. Be brought down a hand, and then asked in surprise: "I am wearing a diaper?".
Blaine explained: "Of course princess. Took the doctors two hours to stitch yo lilly-white ass back together. Be a while until you can fuck a brother again", drawing out the word 'while'.
The black man bent over and pinched the boys cheek. "Now that you are awake, I'm going to get the doctor for you. He can explain things."
A while later, the curtains parted again, and a middle-aged man stepped through it, carrying a clipboard.
"Good morning Timothy", he greeted, "My name is Doctor Henderson. That was touch-and-go for a bit, but you're a strong boy!".
Timothy grimaced.
The doctor explained that although the surgery had been successful, it was too soon to know if Timothy would regain full control of his rectal muscles. For the foreseeable future, he would have to wear diapers.
Then, he produced a plastic jar containing a cloudy pink liquid, with streaks of brown.
"This is the semen we collected from your anal cavity", he explained. "You may need to present this to the police officer that is waiting for you in the lobby, as DNA evidence."
With that, he put the jar on the nightstand, and left the room.
A few moments later, a police officer entered. The man looked intimidating, and introduced himself as Officer Hindenbaum.
Officer Hindenbaum looked at the boy and studied his paperwork. After a long pause, he spoke: "I understand you have been attacked and sodomized."
Timothy was unsure what sodomized meant. When he remained quiet, the officer continued: "I assume the intercourse was not consensual. I am here to help you file a report, so that you may press charges against the perpetrators."
Feeling stupid, Timothy tried to make sense of the officer's next statement. He pondered the words in his head. Cum-sensual. He was not sure if what happened to him was sensual, but there was certainly a lot of cum involved.
"It definitely was cumsensual, officer", Timothy lisped helpfully through his swollen lips and missing teeth.
The officer fixed the mullet-haired boy with a contemptful look, and then put away his notebook. Relieved to be absolved from this sordid matter, he closed the folder he was carrying, and curtly spoke: "As you wish."
With that, the man quickly disappeared from the room.
A few days later, Blaine was cleaning the boy with a washcloth, when he said: "Good news sugar, you're going home today!".
He bent down and planted a firm kiss on the boy's penis, tickled his scrotum, and lisped: "Goodbye, handsome!"
He then changed Timothy into a clean diaper, a disposable hospital gown, and a pair of plastic slippers. Next, he helped him into the wheelchair that stood next to the bed. The man pushed him down a long corridor, and then into an elevator, which took them to a parking garage. Blaine pushed Timothy's wheelchair to a waiting courtesy van, and twenty minutes later, the driver held Timothy's arm as he stiffly walked toward the front door of Ms. Alsover's house.
Timothy rang the bell, and then tried the door. It was unlocked, and he stepped inside. The house was empty, but he was greeted by an overwhelmingly bad smell. He called out for Ms. Alsover.
"Is that you, Timothy?", he heard a hoarse voice from the bedroom. Timothy duck-walked over to the bedroom, and found Ms. Alsover lying on the floor, a blanket wrapped around her.
"Oh Timothy, what happened to you? I was so worried", she spoke.
"What happened to you, Gladys?", asked Timothy with deep concern in his voice.
"Oh, my darn back again", croaked Ms. Alsover.
"When you k**s left, I tried to wake up Herman. He was unresponsive, and when I tried to lift him, I threw out my back".
Ms. Alsover had not been able to get up again after hurting her back, and had slept on the floor the past few days.
Timothy explained to Ms. Alsover what had happened to him, then put down the jar with semen he was still carrying, and gingerly lowered his sore rectum onto the bed, next to the stiff legs of Mr. Clover's remains.
"What is that brought me?", Ms. Alsover asked, while pointing at the jar of semen.
"Oh, that is the cum from the boys that fucked me", said Timothy. "They gave it to me at the hospital."
The old woman opened the lid and drank the jar's contents greedily.
"Ah, that feels better", she said, smacking her lips. She had not been able to eat or drink anything in the last few days, and apparently, the semen extracted from Timothy's boypussy provided her with much needed sustenance.
Timothy proposed to run a warm bath for Ms. Alsover, and then they would call 911 to have Mr. Clover's body removed.
He fetched Ms. Alsover a tall glass of water and some Ibuprofins, and then managed to drag her on the urine soaked blanket to the bathroom, where with great difficulty, he helped her into the tub.
There, he gently rubbed the dried fecal matter that was caked around her ass-crack and pussy, and then helped her out of the bath. The warm water had done her good, and with some effort, Ms. Alsover was able to get to her feet. Timothy fetched the old woman's flowery bathrobe, and then helped her back into the bedroom, where she sat down on the bench underneath the window.
Timothy was just looking in the fridge for something to eat, when the doorbell rang. Still holding a package of hot dogs, he opened the door for the EMT staff that were waiting outside, and led them to the bedroom.
After checking Ms. Alsover, they walked to the bed, briefly examined the stiff body. A few moments later, they returned with a stretcher. As the two men lifted Mr. Clover's lifeless form onto the gurney, a long, mournful wail escaped the deceased man's rectum.
Timothy stifled an uncontrollable laugh, and felt his diaper once again fill with soft stool.
The next moment, a heavyset police officer entered the room. The man visibly gagged at the overwhelming odor of stale sweat, semen, urine and fecal matter that hung heavily in the air of the poorly ventilated room.
"My name is officer Hindenbaum", he began. He looked at Ms. Alsover, and continued: "Madam, please give me your full name and date of birth".
He wrote these down in his notebook, and turned his attention to Timothy. Recognizing the boy, he fixed him with a hard stare, then flicked through his notebook, and copied his information to the current page.
Then, he addressed Ms. Alsover again: "Madam, what is your relation to the individual seated next to you?"
"We are lovers", stated Ms. Alsover matter-of-factly, while eating a cold hot dog from the package she was holding.
The officer assumed he had not heard her correctly. As he looked at the frumpy old woman and the toothless mullet-boy, he involuntarily shivered at the unwholesome thought.
He was about to ask her again when he was interrupted by one of the EMT responders. The man handed him a sheet of paper, then returned to his colleague and both disappeared, wheeling the stretcher.
The officer collected the paper, and then asked Ms. Alsover: "Did you know the deceased?".
Ms. Alsover responded: "Of course Officer. It is my neighbor, Mr. Herman Clover".
The man wrote this down carefully.
Next, he asked: "How did the deceased come to be in your bedroom?"
"I invited Mr. Clover to make love to my granddaughter, Cindy."
She then went on to explain how Cindy had recently turned eighteen, but did not have a boyfriend yet. And how the girl felt sore when Timothy had entered her, and how she had invited Mr. Clover to help with that problem.
"My Timothy is very well endowed", the old woman added proudly.
Officer Hindenbaum shuddered at the thought of the vile old man that he had just seen carried-off on the stretcher, helping a young girl lose her virginity.
He studied the EMT personnel’s findings, and the preliminary cause of death seemed to indicate the old man passed away from excessive rectal bleeding.
The officer cursed to himself as he stood in the foul-smelling room, and then addressed the old woman again: "This report states that the preliminary cause of death is excessive bleeding from the rectum. We will know more once the full autopsy results are available. Would you care to comment on this?"
"Oh dear", Ms. Alsover responded, "that poor man".
Then, she explained how Timothy had become 'lustful' again when Mr. Clover had pleasured him with his mouth, and that the boy had then pleasured Mr. Clover's behind with his manhood.
Officer Hindenbaum audibly retched as he wrote down the repulsive details. He felt an overwhelming urge to punch the depraved old woman and her mullet-headed fucktard to a bloody pulp, but controlled his anger, and seethingly continued to fill out his report.
“I will need your granddaughters full name and address”, he eventually brought out with difficulty.
After another long pause, he turned to the boy, and asked him to provide his account of the events that transpired on the day of Mr. Clover’s demise.
Timothy told the policeman how they had all fallen asleep after he came on Mr. Clover’s rectum, and then how he left the house in a hurry with Cindy when they noticed how late it was.
“And what time would you say that was?”, the man asked harshly.
“Abouf seven-twirwy”, Timothy lisped after a few moments.
“Almost eight, my love”, Ms. Alsover added helpfully, while holding Timothy’s hand.
“Okay, almos eigh”, Timothy repeated slowly, and then added that he rode the bus home with Cindy, started to have sex with her passed-out mother, and then watched the dog hump the girl while he ejaculated into her parent.
Officer Hindenbaum secretly wished the hoodlums had ripped the white-trash-shit-stain to pieces, as he angrily wrote down the boys recollections.
At last, he closed his notebook, and took one of the business cards from the clipboard. He was required to leave one behind in case the individuals he interviewed were able to provide additional information that could be valuable to the case. After holding the card awkwardly for a few moments, he let it drop between the degenerate duo, and told them he would see himself out.
A deep voice announced: "Hello, my name is Blaine, I am your nurse", as the curtains parted and a tall black man appeared. Through his swollen eyelids, Timothy recognized the man from the bath house, the one that had taken his anal virginity.
"How are you feeling today, pretty boy?", he heard Blaine ask. His voice was deep and pleasant. The gruffness was gone, and Timothy picked up a slight lisp.
"I'm feewing gweat", the boy lied. Timothy wasn't sure if it was the Morphine or the missing teeth, but he thought the words that just came out of his mouth were hilarious. As he started to laugh, he felt a bowel movement, and his warm, soft stool began to pile up against his butt cheeks and scrotum. Be brought down a hand, and then asked in surprise: "I am wearing a diaper?".
Blaine explained: "Of course princess. Took the doctors two hours to stitch yo lilly-white ass back together. Be a while until you can fuck a brother again", drawing out the word 'while'.
The black man bent over and pinched the boys cheek. "Now that you are awake, I'm going to get the doctor for you. He can explain things."
A while later, the curtains parted again, and a middle-aged man stepped through it, carrying a clipboard.
"Good morning Timothy", he greeted, "My name is Doctor Henderson. That was touch-and-go for a bit, but you're a strong boy!".
Timothy grimaced.
The doctor explained that although the surgery had been successful, it was too soon to know if Timothy would regain full control of his rectal muscles. For the foreseeable future, he would have to wear diapers.
Then, he produced a plastic jar containing a cloudy pink liquid, with streaks of brown.
"This is the semen we collected from your anal cavity", he explained. "You may need to present this to the police officer that is waiting for you in the lobby, as DNA evidence."
With that, he put the jar on the nightstand, and left the room.
A few moments later, a police officer entered. The man looked intimidating, and introduced himself as Officer Hindenbaum.
Officer Hindenbaum looked at the boy and studied his paperwork. After a long pause, he spoke: "I understand you have been attacked and sodomized."
Timothy was unsure what sodomized meant. When he remained quiet, the officer continued: "I assume the intercourse was not consensual. I am here to help you file a report, so that you may press charges against the perpetrators."
Feeling stupid, Timothy tried to make sense of the officer's next statement. He pondered the words in his head. Cum-sensual. He was not sure if what happened to him was sensual, but there was certainly a lot of cum involved.
"It definitely was cumsensual, officer", Timothy lisped helpfully through his swollen lips and missing teeth.
The officer fixed the mullet-haired boy with a contemptful look, and then put away his notebook. Relieved to be absolved from this sordid matter, he closed the folder he was carrying, and curtly spoke: "As you wish."
With that, the man quickly disappeared from the room.
A few days later, Blaine was cleaning the boy with a washcloth, when he said: "Good news sugar, you're going home today!".
He bent down and planted a firm kiss on the boy's penis, tickled his scrotum, and lisped: "Goodbye, handsome!"
He then changed Timothy into a clean diaper, a disposable hospital gown, and a pair of plastic slippers. Next, he helped him into the wheelchair that stood next to the bed. The man pushed him down a long corridor, and then into an elevator, which took them to a parking garage. Blaine pushed Timothy's wheelchair to a waiting courtesy van, and twenty minutes later, the driver held Timothy's arm as he stiffly walked toward the front door of Ms. Alsover's house.
Timothy rang the bell, and then tried the door. It was unlocked, and he stepped inside. The house was empty, but he was greeted by an overwhelmingly bad smell. He called out for Ms. Alsover.
"Is that you, Timothy?", he heard a hoarse voice from the bedroom. Timothy duck-walked over to the bedroom, and found Ms. Alsover lying on the floor, a blanket wrapped around her.
"Oh Timothy, what happened to you? I was so worried", she spoke.
"What happened to you, Gladys?", asked Timothy with deep concern in his voice.
"Oh, my darn back again", croaked Ms. Alsover.
"When you k**s left, I tried to wake up Herman. He was unresponsive, and when I tried to lift him, I threw out my back".
Ms. Alsover had not been able to get up again after hurting her back, and had slept on the floor the past few days.
Timothy explained to Ms. Alsover what had happened to him, then put down the jar with semen he was still carrying, and gingerly lowered his sore rectum onto the bed, next to the stiff legs of Mr. Clover's remains.
"What is that brought me?", Ms. Alsover asked, while pointing at the jar of semen.
"Oh, that is the cum from the boys that fucked me", said Timothy. "They gave it to me at the hospital."
The old woman opened the lid and drank the jar's contents greedily.
"Ah, that feels better", she said, smacking her lips. She had not been able to eat or drink anything in the last few days, and apparently, the semen extracted from Timothy's boypussy provided her with much needed sustenance.
Timothy proposed to run a warm bath for Ms. Alsover, and then they would call 911 to have Mr. Clover's body removed.
He fetched Ms. Alsover a tall glass of water and some Ibuprofins, and then managed to drag her on the urine soaked blanket to the bathroom, where with great difficulty, he helped her into the tub.
There, he gently rubbed the dried fecal matter that was caked around her ass-crack and pussy, and then helped her out of the bath. The warm water had done her good, and with some effort, Ms. Alsover was able to get to her feet. Timothy fetched the old woman's flowery bathrobe, and then helped her back into the bedroom, where she sat down on the bench underneath the window.
Timothy was just looking in the fridge for something to eat, when the doorbell rang. Still holding a package of hot dogs, he opened the door for the EMT staff that were waiting outside, and led them to the bedroom.
After checking Ms. Alsover, they walked to the bed, briefly examined the stiff body. A few moments later, they returned with a stretcher. As the two men lifted Mr. Clover's lifeless form onto the gurney, a long, mournful wail escaped the deceased man's rectum.
Timothy stifled an uncontrollable laugh, and felt his diaper once again fill with soft stool.
The next moment, a heavyset police officer entered the room. The man visibly gagged at the overwhelming odor of stale sweat, semen, urine and fecal matter that hung heavily in the air of the poorly ventilated room.
"My name is officer Hindenbaum", he began. He looked at Ms. Alsover, and continued: "Madam, please give me your full name and date of birth".
He wrote these down in his notebook, and turned his attention to Timothy. Recognizing the boy, he fixed him with a hard stare, then flicked through his notebook, and copied his information to the current page.
Then, he addressed Ms. Alsover again: "Madam, what is your relation to the individual seated next to you?"
"We are lovers", stated Ms. Alsover matter-of-factly, while eating a cold hot dog from the package she was holding.
The officer assumed he had not heard her correctly. As he looked at the frumpy old woman and the toothless mullet-boy, he involuntarily shivered at the unwholesome thought.
He was about to ask her again when he was interrupted by one of the EMT responders. The man handed him a sheet of paper, then returned to his colleague and both disappeared, wheeling the stretcher.
The officer collected the paper, and then asked Ms. Alsover: "Did you know the deceased?".
Ms. Alsover responded: "Of course Officer. It is my neighbor, Mr. Herman Clover".
The man wrote this down carefully.
Next, he asked: "How did the deceased come to be in your bedroom?"
"I invited Mr. Clover to make love to my granddaughter, Cindy."
She then went on to explain how Cindy had recently turned eighteen, but did not have a boyfriend yet. And how the girl felt sore when Timothy had entered her, and how she had invited Mr. Clover to help with that problem.
"My Timothy is very well endowed", the old woman added proudly.
Officer Hindenbaum shuddered at the thought of the vile old man that he had just seen carried-off on the stretcher, helping a young girl lose her virginity.
He studied the EMT personnel’s findings, and the preliminary cause of death seemed to indicate the old man passed away from excessive rectal bleeding.
The officer cursed to himself as he stood in the foul-smelling room, and then addressed the old woman again: "This report states that the preliminary cause of death is excessive bleeding from the rectum. We will know more once the full autopsy results are available. Would you care to comment on this?"
"Oh dear", Ms. Alsover responded, "that poor man".
Then, she explained how Timothy had become 'lustful' again when Mr. Clover had pleasured him with his mouth, and that the boy had then pleasured Mr. Clover's behind with his manhood.
Officer Hindenbaum audibly retched as he wrote down the repulsive details. He felt an overwhelming urge to punch the depraved old woman and her mullet-headed fucktard to a bloody pulp, but controlled his anger, and seethingly continued to fill out his report.
“I will need your granddaughters full name and address”, he eventually brought out with difficulty.
After another long pause, he turned to the boy, and asked him to provide his account of the events that transpired on the day of Mr. Clover’s demise.
Timothy told the policeman how they had all fallen asleep after he came on Mr. Clover’s rectum, and then how he left the house in a hurry with Cindy when they noticed how late it was.
“And what time would you say that was?”, the man asked harshly.
“Abouf seven-twirwy”, Timothy lisped after a few moments.
“Almost eight, my love”, Ms. Alsover added helpfully, while holding Timothy’s hand.
“Okay, almos eigh”, Timothy repeated slowly, and then added that he rode the bus home with Cindy, started to have sex with her passed-out mother, and then watched the dog hump the girl while he ejaculated into her parent.
Officer Hindenbaum secretly wished the hoodlums had ripped the white-trash-shit-stain to pieces, as he angrily wrote down the boys recollections.
At last, he closed his notebook, and took one of the business cards from the clipboard. He was required to leave one behind in case the individuals he interviewed were able to provide additional information that could be valuable to the case. After holding the card awkwardly for a few moments, he let it drop between the degenerate duo, and told them he would see himself out.
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