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Jerry heard the back door open and Rod called, "Jerry, you here?"  " I am bro, I'm in your room waiting to check you out," came the answer.  Before he even started up the stairs he said my Mom and Dad called, asked if it would be all right with me if they spent the night.  I told them I'd get Rog to stay with me. " Best friends are great to have.  And a best friends Big Bro is a lifesaver,"  he practically shouted.  Jerry smiled a big smile knowing he wasn't even on call for work.  He was still smiling when Rod walked in the door .  "Happy to see me," Rod asked.  Jerry answered, "Sure, I know when someone needs my professional expertise."  Jerry thought to himself if Rod only knew what kind of professional expertise he meant.  He might not be so happy.

Well, Rod, it is time to have a look.  Rod's routine was simple, loafers off first, socks, shirt, then finally pants.  He always followed the routine.  Jerry pulled out his surgical scissors and began cutting off the gauze.  When the thing was finally free, Jerry thought it had grown since this morning.  Rod asked, "Jerry, how does it feel."  Rod blushed when he answered, " it needs to be jacked.  It has been hard so long that my balls ache."  Jerry said, " just blue balls it will go away if we can get the thing to go down.  I think, we'll let the air get to it.  Is it all right for you to stay naked.  I mean no one is at home."    Rod only guessed it would be all right.  But Jerry insisted on another treatment, so out came the rod, really a sound and a larger one than before.  This time Jerry inserted it 6 times.  Jerry smiled knowing that cock wasn't going down.  In an hour or so, Rod would let Jerry do anything to make it go down.

Then Jerry pulled out the buttplug.  It made a plopping noise and Rod moaned a pitiful moan and mumbled, "I feel so empty, Jerry.  I hate the way it feels."  Jerry knew what to do, He pulled out a large needless syrings, already loaded with lube laced with G.  "This will help, Bud," is all that he said.  He flooded Rod's ass with the G laced lube.  Within miutes, Rod needed the nasal spray.  He felt weird.  Jerry said that Rod needed a more powerful version.  He opened a brown bottle and put it under Rod's nostrils right and left.  He had him take six hits, err, breaths.  Rod was flying high.  Jerry wondered about the syringe of Miss Tina.  Then decided that he wouldn't need it.  He might not need the truth serum.  The kid was flying high than a kite.  Jerry watched as Rod tried to put his hand in his ass.  Rod couldn't even realize what he was doing.  He'd soon be a zombie.  Jerry got a pan with some water and waited. When Rod's hand went limp, Jerry pulled it out of the hottest ass.   He put the blindfold on the boy.  His identity was still obvious.  He used an alcohol soluable marker to write clumsily.  I am a cumslut on Rod's abdomen.  He extracted a series of dildoes from his suitcase.  Wrapping Rods fingers around each one.  He took a pic with the dido in hand, then a pic with the dildo in ass.  He started with the smallest and ended with the biggest buttplug Jerry had. Jerry left the buttplug in to stretch that virgin hole.  He kept sending them to his home computer so as not to overload his phone.   He pulled out the entire package of sounds and worked on Rod's cock until he could take the biggest of the lot.  Rod actually appeared to have a slight smile on his face and looked totally content.  The pics would prove invaluable.

Jerry cleaned the writing off the unsuspecting boy's abdomen.  Then lifted the jock's legs.  Jerry had the up high, the phone was set on movie.  He pulled out that big plug and shoved in his dick in one push.  Jerry fucked that hole until he couldn't hold back the cum any longer.  He reinserted the small butt plug.  Jerry went to the kitchen to get food and find sport's drinks.  Rod was going to need hydration and the electrolytes badly when he started to come around.


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Food, what would he feel him?  But hydrate he would.  He found bottles of sport's drinks in the closet.  He carefully opened each one and added g.  He closed the bottles shook them up and put them in the fridg.  Cold would kill any taste of the G.  Jerry found the lasagna and feeling hungry ate it himself.  He opened a can of noodle soup, and got it ready to heat in the micro.  No solid food for Rod today and he won't have to clean out.  Jerry went back to Rod's computer.  He had done a good job of downloading disgusting gay porn.  Really hard core stuff.  The kid will have to be loopy when he sees it, Jerry thought.  Wait, there was another email from the blocked address.  Jerry read it twice.  Nonsense.  He went  recon and created an account for Rod.  He would make one for several bareback sites.  No pix of his face, just his big cock and hot open ass.  When Jerry finished, Rod was stirring.  As he came to, Rod said is it still hard, Jerry.  "Please Jerry, help it to go down.  I know you must know some way."  Jerry replied, "Well they always go done when they are hurt, don't they?"  Rod agreed, except when they are in a zipper that is.  It was good Rod could laugh.  Jerry said, "Buddy, I'll do my best."  He picked up a meter stick and snapped it on Rod's hard cock.  Rod, winced.  Nothing.  Rod said, "Harder Jerry."  It has to go down.  I have to go to church tomorrow.  That made a light go on for Jerry.  He had another idea, but for now, more cock torture.  After 20 sharp slaps with the stick, nothing.  Jerry had an idea.  He pulled some safety pins from his bag, sterile sealed in plastic.  He made a ladder of pins up Rods cock, took a shoe lace and pulled it thru the pins and tried pulling the penis down in the front.  It started to bend, but wouldn't go down. " Jerry, take them out,"  Rod pleaded.  "It hurts so bad"  Not yet, Rod.  But, Jerry.  With that Jerry hit the big cock again, pins and all.  Rod almost passed out.  It wasn't working.  Jerry fished in the trash, found an empty toilet paper roll.  He dug in Rod's drawer to find the thumbtacks  He pushed the tacks thru the roll only barely.  Then he worked the roll down Rod's huge cock.  When the head was clear and the roll was at the root, Jerry squeezed the roll so the tacks dug into Rod's poor huge dick.  Rod produced the two thorns.  They were huge.  He shoved one into each side of the glans, which now was much fatter than the toilet paper roll tube.  Rod was sweating profusely again.  It hurts so bad.  One lude later, Rod was calm.  Jerry was glad he had taken them from a patient.  Rod would rest a while.  Jerry rolled him over onto his stomach making sure his dick inside the toilet paper roll was dead center with his navel.  He pulled out the butt plug and fucked Rod viciously three more times.  With his head to one side, Rod was smiling.

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