His name was Rodney

[mjkuhl]

All the guys knew Rodney was too long a name and they called him Rod from the time he was a little tyke.  Now, Rod was a big boy 6'5" of solid football muscle.  Two big universities were wooing him.  A few of his teammates wanted to woo him.  But, there were also fans who got moon faced over seeing him on the field, in town, at his job in the hardware store, and at church on Sunday mornings and evenings and Wednesday evenings.  Rod was the guy fathers wanted to find to marry their daughters.  Solid, upright, and so handsome.

All thru football season, Rod kept his thick blond hair close cropped.  His blue eyes were stunning, even when seen thru the face guard of the football helmet.  He had been First Junior escort his Junior Year and Homecoming king this year.  With football season over, Rod let his hair grow out,  He loved having it very long.  He went to his mom's hairdresser to keep it neat, but never really cut it.  It was his sign, his symbol.  He saw himself as Garrett, the spear bearer of mythology.  Others saw him that way too.

During football season Garrett always worked out in the school weight room.  It was well-equipped, had a sauna, and whirlpool.  But when football was over, he headed to the local gym.  It was better equipped and he got a special deal as where Rod went, others followed.  The owner knew Rod would bring in many memberships.  So, Rod got the use of the place for free.  Every afternoon, he would appear, work out, shower and head to work at the hardware store.  Mr Higgins trusted Rod implicitly giving him the key, making him the manager after 5.  Rod didn't have a lot of business in the evenings so he was able to do homework and study.  There was wifi  to facilitate ordering and checking new products.  So Rod was able to play on his laptop as well.

A couple of his buddies would drop by to check homework and shoot the breeze.  Mr Higgins never minded as long as Rod would take care of the few customers who did come in.  It became almost a routine.  He had the closing system down to a science.  He would lock the main door.  Go in the back room to check delivery doors, start turning out lights, make sure no water was running in the john, lock the door to the back room, start turning out lights in the front making sure the security remained on, set the alarm, and let himself out, locking the front doors.  He would walk the 6 blocks home, carrying his computer, book bags, and gym bag.  When he got home, he would have his supper, kept warm by his loving mom, tell her about his day.  Go into the living room and talk with his dad about sports and life, then head upstairs to his bedroom.  

In that quiet room, he would strip off all his clothes, move to his private bathroom, brush his teeth, take a much needed piss.  Only odd thing was, he'd start his piss in a glass, measured 4 oz, then finish in the toilet.  Then he would drink that piss down, usually strong as he hadn't pissed since noon.  Licking his lips, he would turn out the bathroom light.  His prayers were long, but fervent.  Lying down, he would take his cock in his right hand and fall asleep holding it.  Rod was unusual for sure as he would awaken in the same position he went to sleep in.  Cock always rock hard after tantalizing dreams.  He needed no alarm cock.  Years of routine had made him a regular early riser.  That routine was the same in the morning, take a crap, shower, piss in the glass, exactly 4 ounces, piss in the toilet, drink the strong morning piss, comb is hair, admiring how much longer it was getting,  checked the progress of hair on his chest, treasure trail and bush, bend over to see his ass growing fur in the mirror, and get dressed.  Rod hated underwear.  He only wore it in they gym or at football so he would have dirty underwear for the wash.  So, shirt, khakis, no socks, and beef roll penny loafers.  With pants losing pleats and going flat front, commando was harder to manage, but Rod refused to wear underwear and didn't own a jock.  He loved the free feeling.  Breakfast, brush teeth, kiss mom and off to school completed the routine.

He never checked his messages until he was in the car.  There were always a few.  Today was one from Coach Jameson.  There would be a scout to see him at one.  He should pickup his pass before school, be excused from class and meet them in the conference room in the athletic department.  Well, he just might get a good scholarship, he thought.  This might be a great day after all.  

 

More to come.  I hope you like the beginning.  It will get very nasty with chems

 

 

[boy4you]

I’m wondering if Rodney will get a nice toxic Rod in his Virgin hole? 

[Petereater]

Love the setup!

[mjkuhl]

Rod entered school with a group of his buds, As he did, female heads turned, some male heads as well.  Principal Adams saw him and said, Hey, Rod, I have something for you.  Rod approached the 5"10" man towering over him and thanked him for the pass.  They exchanged pleasantries, talked about an upcoming dance, and Rod moved on.

His first period class was Calculus.  Rod had a mind for numbers and logic.  There was a pop quiz and Rod knew he had aced it.  Mr Johnson asked him to stay after class.  There was a math bowl coming up and he wanted Rod to participate.  

Rod said, "Mr Johnson, I will be happy to help out if I can get time off work.  Give me some lead time and I'm sure Mr.  Higgins will find a way to let me go for the time."

Mr Johnson replied,  "It is 2 weeks from Saturday.  I hope Mr Higgins will cooperate."

Rod nodded and said that he'd ask.  Rod was fairly certain Mr Higgins would agree, but refused to commit until he was certain.  He was like that.  When he gave his word, it was like a promise from God.  

The day passed quickly and one o'clock had Rod in the conference room with Coach and a Mr Samson from State U.  Mr Samson had seen the game films.  He had seen Rod play.  He knew he wanted this kid, but wanted to red shirt him for the first year.  Rod was uncertain about that.  He had to talk it over with his parents and think it thru. 

Mr Samson gave coach his card and said, "Son, rules say I can't contact you directly, but if you have questions or concerns, Coach will contact me and be the go between. 

It was already 2:30, the final bell range at 2:40 so Coach said, "Don't interrupt your last class.  Just get your things from your locker and head on out."  Rod thanked him and headed to his car.  It would be a short drive to the gym for workouts.  He'd have an hour, then take the car home, have a snack, take a shit and piss, and walk to work.

Everyone knew Rod was a creature of habit and a couple buds met him as he walked to work.  They all wanted to know what the Coach had lined up for him.  Rod explained.  They all agreed he should not redshirt.  He was ready for big league of university football.  Rod, as usual, said that he'd talk it over with his parents.

Mr Higgins was ready to leave for dinner at home when Rod arrived.  Rod talked with him about the math bowl and Mr Higgins agreed to come in on that Saturday so Rod could participate.  Rod, thanked him profusesly.  Mr Higgins said, "I am proud of you on the football field and in the classroom.  Go and do your best."

Rod broke his own rule and had a Coke to celebrate the day.  After all, it was a good day for him.  Scholarship offer and be a star in math bowl.  The evening was quiet.  Only four customers.  Mr Koury needed a flapper for his toilet.  Mrs Johnson wanted some paint mixed.  Mr Murphy needed some machine screws.  Other than that, Rod studied and played on the Internet.  He always checked emails last.  The usual letters about nothing, but one was different, sender was blocked.  Rod thought he shouldn't open it, but did.  

 

More to come, and cum

 

 

[Petereater]

Your story is getting interesting, I am looking forward to the next chapter

[mjkuhl]

The trouble with emails was you never knew what was what for sure.  Rod read the short email.  It made little sense to  him.  It was as tho it were sent to someone else.  In his usual fashion he went thru the store, locking the back door, turning off lights, closing off the store room, turning out lights, turning on the security light, locked the front door and walked toward home.  He was sorry he drank that Coke, he had to piss in the worst way.  He would fight it as it would throw off his routine.  When he got home there was a note from mom saying she and dad had gone to a late movie.  Super was ready to heat up in the microwave.  Rod sat at the kitchen table fighting the need to piss.  It was strong, so he did what he did when he knew he had to wait.  He pulled a clothes peg out of the drawer.  He opened his belt, opened his pants and out flopped Rod's rod.  He knew it was a big one.  He clamped the clothes peg on it.  He knew from experience the pain would relieve the urge to piss. He closed up his pants, the sharp pain in the cockhead alleviated the desire to piss, but always made him hard.  He really missed the pleated pants because the flat front really compressed his big rod of a dick.   He ate the dinner.   He didn't want to use the last of the milk, so he drank what was left of a sport's drink.  

Out loud, he said, "God, I have to piss like a race horse."  Then he headed upstairs for his nightly routine.  Everything proceeded in order.  But, he knew he wouldn't be able to stop once the piss started, so he pissed into a measuring cup in the shower, pulling it away at 4 ounces.  He pissed a long time, blessed relief.   He prayed the usual but added one about the scholarship.  When his head hit the pillow and his hand grasped his cock, he drifted off, dreaming of the university, the math bowl, the scholarship, football, and the strange email.  

When he woke, his routine would be the same, except his cock head was badly bruised.  He wore the clothes peg too long.  Well, Friday is Friday and things have to be done, bruised cock or not.  But seeing the bruised cock somehow excited him.  He found himself getting rock hard.  More trouble for the morning.  He dressed, stuffed that thing into his flat front pants, and felt the back of the zipper.  It hurt and Rod adjusted it.  Then he readjusted it right back against the zipper.  Bulge was more than obvious.  Heck, he readjusted it and went downstairs.  Mom kissed his hair, he kissed her cheek.  Dad said he and mom wanted to go to the lake Saturday for the day.  Would that be all right?  Would he be fine?  Since he had to work, he didn't see a problem with the trip.  They would leave early and be home by midnight.  Don't wait up!

As Rod drove to school, he kept readjusting his cock, onto the zipper.  The barbed teeth gave him a strange feeling.  He liked it.  He parked in his usual spot, adjusted his cock, saw Susie Sanders waved,  She waited for him to get out of the car.  He had to readjust first.  They walked in together.  Once inside, Principal Adams said there was a message for him in the office.  Rod had time, so he went to get it.  It was a simple phone message from Mr Higgins.  Could he get to the Hardware store a little early to unload some things into the back room.  Rod knew Mr Higgins expected it and planned to do it.  Cut short his gym time, but he owed Mr Higgins.

At the end of Math class, Rod stopped in the john, he entered a stall and adjusted himself against those barbed zipper teeth.  It scared him that he liked to so much.  He rubbed it.  Yes.  He did like it.  Well no time now, he readjusted and headed to class.  His buds thought he had the runs, he was in the john between every class, and spent 15 min of lunch in there. While he drove home he shifted his dick back and forth across that zipper.  He pulled into the garage, closed the door, jogged the 100 feet to the back door and let himself in.  He hurried upstairs to get his gym bag, but went into the bathroom to look at his dick in the mirror.  It was swollen and ugly colored.  He almost broke down and put on underwear.  But didn't.  He walked to the gym, did most of his routine, showered, got dressed and headed to the hardware store.  

Mr. Higgins thanked him heartily for coming in.  He said he and his wife had to go to her sisters.  She was sick and had 3 little kids.  He would not be home until Monday.  Rod would be in charge in the hardware store.  Rod told him not to worry.  "Go ahead now, Mr Higgins.  I will take care of things here.  Do I need to make a deposit?"  Mr Higgins said not today, but Saturday afternoon after 5.  Put the usual in the night deposit at the bank down the street.  Rod said understood.

Mr Higgins hurried out.  Rod  stepped behind the rack of plumbing supplies and began rubbing his big cock against his zipper.  Funny he had never tried this before.  It was quiet in the store and he went to the john.  He opened his pants and took a good look, big hard cock.  Then he heard the bell.  That was the portent of tragedy.  In his hurry, he zipped skin "

 

[mjkuhl]

he hoped the flap would cover his skin and entered the front of the store.  Susie Sanders said, "I was about to leave.  I thought you had gone.  She flirted for a good 20 minutes and Rod did his best to hide his pain.  When she left he went into the back room.  He tried pulling the zipper down.  Hopeless, he couldn't hold on to it.  He grabbed a vice grips and began to pull, nothing.  What was he to do?  He thought what are friends for.  He'd take a ribbing but Rog would get him out.  He dialed, "Rog get to the hardware store now.  I'm in trouble."  Five minutes later Rog came thru the door panting hard.  What's wrong.  All he saw was Rod's head around the rack of plumbing supplies.  "Rog, come over here.  Hurry!"  Rog did as he was told.  Then he saw it, ugly purple skin pushed out the flap on the Khakis.  Rog almost passed out.  "Rog, get a grip.  I got to get out of this!" Rod pleaded.  Rog said, "I'll get a vice grips, that should do it"  Rod handed him one.  He said it won't budge.  Rog said, we have to shrink it!   ICE!  Ice will make it go down.  Rog ran to the café and brought back a large cup of ice.  He tried cubes on the part outside the zipper,  No, It had to be inside.  The two boys labored getting ice into those flat front Khakis.  Rod had to lie down to keep it from falling out.  Rog said, " Hell didn't your underwear protect you."  Then as he shoved ice in he learned Rod's love of commando.  The ice seemed to make a little progress.  Try now.  Rog who had been shoving the ice in while Rod held his hands both sides of his engorged dick, got the zipper to start to move.  After another 30 minutes the dick was free but badly mangled.  It hurt and hurt bad.  The drugstore was about to close when Rog burst in asking for a lidocaine cream.  He bought a large tube and ran back into the hardware store where Rod was dripping with sweat.  His long hair was a tangled mess.  His face contorted.  His soaked Khakis clung to his legs.  "Open it for me, please hurry, Rog" was all Rod could say.  Rod slathered his big ugly cock with the cream.  It help a little.  But he had to get home.  Rod stood, Oh, wet khakis aren't nice.  He grabbed his gym bag, pulled out the sweaty short and pulled them on.  He went to the back of the store for a mop.  Rog said, " let me do that for you buddy."  He mopped the wet up while Rod locked up.  He stuffed the wet Khakis in his gym bag and the two locked up.  Rog went home with Rod.  Never leave a brother in trouble by himself.  When they got home, Rod stripped off his clothes like a wild man.  The lidocaine didn't help much.  There was a little blood and scab forming.  Rog had never seen anything that ugly.  Rog said, we need my brother, he's off duty.  Rog's brother was a jr EMT for the county.  Rog's brother Jerry, took one look and said, "Man that is a mess.  But I can help.  Let me get some supplies from my case."  Jerry said, I need to look inside that urethra man.  If that is damaged we go to hospital.  He produced a speculum, lubed it and pushed it in, slowly opening it.   I want to put some powder in to disinfect it but you better piss first.  Now, that was another problem.  He had to piss four ounces, drink it and pour the rest away.  Rod went to the john, got his four ounces and drank it.  He came back into the bedroom where Jerry had the speculum, some powder, and a probe ready.  He opened Rod's cock wider than Rod believed possible, dipped the probe in the powder, and down the urethra it went.  He repeated the action 3 times to be sure.  Then he said, I have to be sure.  I'm going to use anti-biotic on your dick and wrap it with gauze.  It will probably be hard all night, but that is good.  Don't piss until morning.  Now, Rod, You need to lie on your stomach.  I'm going to put some pain killer in your ass.  It will help you to sleep.  Rod thought strange but did and he was told.  Rog gloved up, lubed his glove and pulled what looked like a crystal out of a bottle.  He inserted it Rods ass.  Rod said it burned as much as what was in his urethra.  Rog said, "  It has to burn to work.  Now I want you sleep on your back.  For the sake of that mangled dick, don't roll over.  

 

[mjkuhl]

Jerry had been watching that hot ass for a long time.  He had just given Rod his first booty bump.  Within an hour Rod would be looking for anything to shove up that ass.  When he found that Rod's parents would be gone all day Friday, he knew that Rod would need another treatment, before work and after.  Rog had to go for college entrance tests three towns away.  Jerry would have that Rodney's big rod and fine ass all to himself until quite late Saturday.  Jerry smiled knowing he wasn't even on call.  Some things just work out, Jerry thought.  He would use a little sodiumpentathol to learn secrets, use that fine ass a few time take pix and have Rod right where he should be, Jerry's cunt.

 

Much more to cum

[mjkuhl]

Darn an episode didn't get over to this.  I'll have to recreate it.

[mjkuhl]

When mom and dad came home they found Rod sound asleep.  He looked rested but was having the strangest dreams involving his penis and his ass.  All about burning like fire and wanting to be touched.  He woke at 4 am and didn't look at the clock.  He went into bathroom and looked at his greasy mass of hair.  He needed a shower but had to wait for Jerry to come to take off the dressing.  Little did he know that the powder Jerry had forced down his urethra was crushed up Cialis.  He would be hard for a few more hours.  Mom and Dad looked in and found him on his computer.  He looked up as they said there goodbyes  Dad reminded Rod to take charge while they were gone.  All the while Rod's ass felt so strange, so empty.  Jerry had been watching from down the street, when the parents left, he let himself in the back door and headed up the stairs.  He had a suitcase with him and his EMT stash. Jerry called out to Rod and Rod said in my room.  Jerry looked in and said, "And how is Dr Jerry's patient today."  Rod said, "Your'e the doctor; you tell me"  
Jerry's reply, was let's have a look.  He pulled out his surgical style scissors and cut away the gauze.  Rod was horrified.  His dick looked worse today.  Jerry started barking orders.  We need to clean it. 

I'll get in the shower
Now way!  You want to make it worse.  Jerry said, "Go stand in the shower!"   Rod did as he was told.  Jerry appeared with a bottle of peroxcide, and two other bottles and plenty of cotton balls.  They peroxcide burned like hell.  Jerry said, "It just won't go down.  Do you think I can jack it?"

Jerry said, "Are you crazy, do you want to destroy it."

"But, Jerry, it just is huge."

Jerry said, "I know.  I might be able to help.  But first we need to clean you out.  The tub shower head unscrewed easily and Jerry produced a hose and a pair of tubes, One very thing tube, and one larger one.  Now, You have to remain very still.  I'm getting undressed because this will be messy.  Jerry was wearing a jock and swim trunks under his clothes.  Rod looked at the tubes and hose and said, "Jerry, what are we doing here?"  Jerry said, "Well, Rod, we could go to the hospital."  Rod acceded to whatever Jerry said.

Have you pissed yet.  Rod, in truth, said, "No, but I really need to.  Can you go downstairs and get me my bag"  It was a ruse to be able to drink that piss.  Jerry left, Rod drank his piss and waited in the shower.  When Jerry returned, He said, "I don't know if we should wrap today, but I have an idea or two."   Jerry tested the temp of the water, warming it nicely.  Then pulled up the nob on the spout,  The hose was free of clogs.  Jerry put the smaller of the tubes on the hose, grabbed Rod's large sore cock and forced it down his urethra until it was almost to the base.  He started a slow pulse of water.  Rod began to feel very full.  When Jerry pulled that rod out, Rod gave out with what seemed like a gallon of water.  Jerry said, "One more time to be sure,  Rod .  Rod was sweating and moaning, this time he left the water run for a longer time.  Finally, Jerry shut off the water.  He said, "Rod, count to twenty. Too fast Rod, add Mississippi between the numbers.  Rod did as he was told.  He was drenched in sweat.  Jerry pulled out the tube and so much flushed out.  Rod couldn't believe it.  He changed tubes to the larger.  "Rod, you have to lean forward and grab your knees."  As the jock stud did, Rod worked a little lube into his ass.  Rod knew what was missing all night, something in his ass.  Then the tube and the water.  Four times before the water ran clear.  Rod was almost exhausted.  his stomach had felt so full.  Jerry produced a finger splint Pulled the prongs open wide, wrapped that swollen cock in plastic wrap and fastened the prongs tight.  "Now, you may shower, Rod.  Then we will medicate you again."  That should take care of you unless you get infection.  Rod showered, washing his hair, feeling almost human.  But his cock remained hard.

[mjkuhl]

After the remedication, the powder forced down the urethra, and the crystal looking rock forced up his ass, Rod said he felt strange.  Jerry said, "I have just the thing.  He produced a nasal spray bottle.  When you feel to strange, take a sniff of this."  Little did Rod know, it was a product called poppers in a prescription bottle

 

"How many times should I use it, Jerry?"  the big jock asked.  Jerry said," 2 times an hour.  When you get home from work, call me.  I will be over to check on you. "

"Jerry, you are a lifesaver,"Rod said.

Jerry rubbed a cream into Rod's big cock, wrapped it neatly in gauze and said. " What do you have to wear to work?"

Khakis and a blue shirt was the uniform.  So, Jerry said, "You won't get your cock caught again will you?""No Sir, Rod answered quickly.

 

Jerry said, "One more thing.  You will be on your feet all day.  I need to keep the meds from running out your ass.  Bend over, Buddy."  Jerry inserted a nice butt plug in Rod's ass.  Odd, but Rod felt it should be there, maybe even more.

Jerry left and Rod got ready for work. 

When he left the house, Rod found walking moved the plug around and it wasn't unpleasant.  What if it fell out.  Rod would call Jerry from work to check.

 

 

 

 

[ejaculaTe]

This is really good — and wonderfully twisted. 

[mjkuhl]

Business was brisk from 9 to 11 and Rod didn't have time to use the nasal spray on account of the do it yourself customers,  But when it slowed down, Rod called Jerry and said he hadn't used the nose spray, the store was too busy, should he take more and make up the doses.  Jerry said,  " What time will you close the store?  Five"   Rod said, "Always when the clock strikes five.  It is a routine.  I am used to routine in my life."  Jerry made a mental note.  That beautiful ass was going to get used to a routine, a routine of being booty bumped and fucked.  Jerry asked if the house was open.  Rod said, "The key is under a rock next to the rose bush, but be careful.  It is thorny."  Oh, he never should have said thorny.  It gave Jerry another idea.  Rod asked if Jerry would be there to take care of him when he got home.  Jerry said, "I take good care of you as long as you trust me to."  Rod said, "Thanks man.  You are the best friend a guy could ask for."  "Oh, take four hits, err, sprays of the bottle when you leave for home.  Just in case you get woozy, you walked didn't you?" Jerry added.  Rod said, "Will do, Dude.  See you when I get home"

Jerry could hardly contain himself.  When the boy gets home he will be a little woozy, another real treatment and he'll be ready for more than that buttplug, he thought.  I'll get him to the point that he begs me to put things in him, then I'll give him a little of Miss Tina.  He'll be flying high and begging for more.  When and if that cock goes down, I'm going to cage it in a big enough cage to drive him crazy but not let him jack off.  Meanwhile, I'll make him wish that cock would go down by telling him the only hope is to hurt it.  Jerry spent the rest of the day planning and getting the stuff he knew he'd need.

 

 

[Bicycledude]

Starting to get interesting. Bet he turns into a real slut. Reel him in, Jerry 😈🐷

[mjkuhl]

Jerry got to the house plenty early.  He needed to reconnoiter a bit.  He needed to find out where the routine driven Rod kept his most secret stuff.  When he arrived, he pulled a knife from the kitchen drawer and sliced two big thorns off the climbing rose.   Be careful of the thorns, he remembered.  He started looking thru Rod's drawers.  He found the mask they had used to blindfold Rod for his birthday party back in October.  Jerry thought that might come in handy.  He kept it out.  Jerry was amazed.  He found no sign of any porn, gay or hetero.  He even looked under the mattress.  Nothing.  This guy was too square to be true.  Then it hit him.  The computer.  Jerry hit the enter button, it was on and unlocked and sprang to life.  emails were up.  Jerry read thru them all.  None of any consequence except that odd one with no return address.  Jerry read it 4 times.  it still didn't make sense.  Well, he'd look into it later when Rod was fast asleep.  Jerry had his phone ready for videos.  He also brought a few removable tattoos of consequence, his hair trimmers, and a straight razor.  Jerry thought he might be able to convince Rod to let him shave his pubes to promote the healing of his sore cock.  He had just a little time.  That is when he found the measuring cup.  Funny he had missed it before.  It was in the shower.  He held it close to his face.  The smell was unmistakable, strong morning piss.  Now why would Rod need a measuring cup.  He thought hard and only one answer was possible.  He was measuring the flow,   NO, can't be.  It would be too much for that cup.  He'd find out when he had Rod in that state of bliss when he would answer any question unawares.