Date: Thu, 02 Feb 2012 08:15:53 -0800
From: h.schreiber@hushmail.com
Subject: Chapter 25 of Rock and a Hard Place by Hans Schreiber

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Special thanks to my editors, Pablo, Flip, Smallfox, and Lisa for their
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			   Rock and a Hard Place

				Chapter 25

			   Prisons Without Bars

       When the doctor left, I looked at my mother standing by my bedside
with her arms crossed. "Mom, why can't I go to the dance. I have a date
already lined up. It would be wrong to bail on her."

       "Her or him?" my mom asked, lifting her brows.

       "HER! Oh my God, I can't believe you said that."

       "Her who?"

       "Gina. She works in the office at school. She's the one with the
short brown hair and pretty smile. You probably saw her when you took me to
school on the day of the debate meet. She's the one who invited me to the
girl's choice dance. "

       "Well. Perhaps I'll give it some consideration."

       "Really? Thanks. Dad agreed to drive us all to the dance and then
let us hang out at our house after the dance. It's all arranged."

       "Exactly who is 'all of us'?"

       "It's gonna be me, Scotty, Kirk, William and our dates."

       "Oh, no. I don't like that group at all, and I don't approve of you
going back to our house. Those gangsters could still be watching it. If I
let you go at all, it will be with you and your date alone."

       "Mom," I whined. "We have it all planned out. Dad will be there with
us. It's not like we'll be unsupervised."

       "Discussion is over. I do not approve of your choice of friends. You
get some rest and I'll be back tomorrow." She leaned over the bedrail and
brushed my forehead with a gentle swipe of her hand and touched my cheek. I
feigned a smile over my gritted teeth. As she turned to leave, I called
after her.

       "Mom, did the police give you back my things?"

       "Yes." She twisted her expression into a disdainful look and added,
"Including your 'soiled' clothing. Ugh."

       I felt embarrassed at that obvious reference to my urine stained
underwear, but forged on, "Well then, will you bring me my cell phone when
you come back? There's a ton of peeps I need to call and text."

       Without looking back she said, "Not happening. You do not need a
cell phone in the hospital. You're here to recuperate not
socialize. Besides, I don't approve of the friends you wish to text. I've
been reading over some of your texts and let's just say, they're very
disappointing." She pulled open the door, wheeled around, flashed me a
wicked smile and disappeared.

       "Arrrgh!" I groaned. I grabbed my urine bottle and wound up. It was
3/4 full causing me to stop at the top of my windup, not wanting to punish
the hospital staff for my mother's bitchiness, plus I didn't want to piss
off my nurse, so to speak. I hung my bottle back on the rail in a huff and
thumped my head into my pillow a few times in frustration.

       I realized that was just a small taste of the hell I was in
for. Living with my mother was going to be a nightmare - a prison without
bars. For one thing, I didn't even know where she lived and how far out of
town it would be. I didn't even know if she lived in a small apartment or a
house. I wondered about this Reverend Rick guy and if he'd be hanging
around a lot. I really had no idea what lay ahead for me. I just knew it
wasn't going to be good.

       I watched Two and 1/2 Men on TV and then some crime drama. In
between, they brought me a tray of soft foods because of my throat. It
consisted of watery soup broth, fake mashed potatoes with coagulating,
grayish brown gravy, purple Jell-O, juice, and a banana. I ate all the
Jell-O and the banana and about half of the soup. I couldn't gag the
potatoes down. When the evening news came on, I watched to see if there was
any mention of the events at Juvey. There was nothing. I suppose a gang
banger dying in custody isn't exactly news unless it's a very, very slow
news day. I turned it off and tried to fall asleep. I just kept fuming over
my mom's rudeness and my father's stupidity.

       I was awakened a couple of times by the nurse taking my vital
signs. The night nurse was smoking hot, even to a sleepy, self declared gay
guy. She was runway model material with long blonde hair framing her tan
face with high cheek bones and red full lips that curved into a natural
smile.  She had a trim figure with perfectly proportioned breasts and a
shapely ass. I peered at her through droopy eyelids and then spent the next
forty-five minutes to an hour trying to clear the demons from my head again
before I could fall back to sleep. I actually reevaluated my acceptance of
being gay for the first time in a long while. I thought about Scotty and my
feelings for him. I was relieved that thoughts of Scotty triggered physical
reactions in my groin while thoughts about my nurse were simply admiration
for her beauty. I worried that the gang might really come after me and even
Bull or Pablo. Each time the door opened, I could see the cop's replacement
sitting just outside my door in a red vinyl, visitor chair like the one
next to my bed. He looked seriously bored and I bet he dozed off
sometimes. The smell of the room's sanitary cleanser was strong in my
nostrils and burned at the back of my throat.

       I wondered over and over about life with my mother. I decided that I
would humor her as much as possible and hold my dad to his promise that he
would get me back from her as soon as possible. I couldn't understand why
she had such a problem with me hanging out with Scotty or with
William. William was as harmless of a friend as any friend could be, and
she scarcely knew Scotty. I was puzzled. I hoped she would reconsider the
dance. I didn't want to stand Gina up and I really wanted to go to the Fall
Formal and be involved with the decorating. Mostly, I wanted to be with
Scotty.

       I worried if it was still okay for me get skewered by Scotty after
the dance considering my injured balls. Jacking off went okay, so I figured
taking it up the ass would be okay too as long as he was careful not to
squish my balls or hump too wildly on me. I thought and thought of a way to
ask a doctor about it without being obvious what I was really asking
about. I was drawing a blank on that one. I thought maybe I could get
William to ask it for me. No one would ever think it was odd coming from
him. I chuckled at that thought, but knew I wouldn't ever really dare put
him up to it. I even considered asking my dad's advice since I was pretty
sure he knew what I was up to with Scotty.

       Finally, light peeked through my window and I was awakened for
vitals once again and to introduce me to the change in nursing staff. My
new nurse was an older, stern looking woman who actually wore an old
fashioned nurse's hat. That couldn't be a good sign, as far as I was
concerned. I suspected she wouldn't be all that pleasant. When she said in
a very firm voice, "If you need your urine bottle emptied, press the call
button," I knew the story of my little tantrum had made its way around the
staff, and I felt embarrassed over it but relieved I'd controlled myself
the second time. The young, hot nurse, whose shift was over, smiled and
wished me well as she left me in the clutches of the old bag. I mean that
quite literally since the old, sour faced nurse had already jerked my
covers down and pulled my gown up without any warning and had a gloved
handful of my ball bag in her clutches, turning it about and examining the
stitching. I winced when she tugged a bit too hard on my tender
balls. Without speaking, she dropped my balls and made some notes on the
computer without covering me up.

       "Does it look all right down there?" I asked hopeful.

       "The doctor will discuss your condition with you," she replied. "Do
you have your breakfast menu completed?"

       "I never got one." Nurse Crabbyface snorted through her scowl and
marched out. Minutes turned into hours as the morning droned on. My generic
breakfast finally showed up around nine o'clock consisting of Cream of
Wheat, which I despise, another banana, milk, juice and cold toast. Yuck. I
was going to get sick of bananas if I had them for every meal. Besides the
fact that bananas bind me up, I normally like them. Before eating it, I
carved it into the shape of a dick and pretended it was Scotty's boner. I
got boned up myself as I sensually slid the banana in and out of my mouth
as if sucking him off. I felt a little guilty when I actually bit the head
off and ate it.

       I had nothing to read, daytime TV sucked, and I felt like my right
arm was missing without my phone. It was like solitary confinement. My
throat was feeling significantly better and even the pain in my balls was
mostly gone. I was way ready to get out of there. I tried to call out on my
phone but the recorded message informed that was not allowed. My back ached
and itched and the IV in my arm was seriously annoying. When the old nurse
finally returned with an armload of clean sheets for my bed, I was
jubilant. She had me stand up and it felt so good to do so. I pressed my
hands into the small of my back and bent backwards. Standing, the weight of
my heavy balls dangling down caused some resurgence of pain to my stitched
up area, but it was worth the pain for a chance to stand up. Still, it felt
like I had massive, heavy, steel ball bearings tugging on my sac.

       The nurse helped me out of my gown and into a fresh one, and I felt
a little exposed in front of her since she was so old. I don't know why it
bothered me to be naked in front of her since she had already personally
handled my junk, but it just seemed odd to be exposed like that. So, I held
my hands over my privates to block her view. She paid absolutely no
attention and after she tied my fresh gown up in back, she asked me to walk
around the room a bit. When she saw I was stable on my feet, she instructed
me to walk around the hallway while she changed my sheets. It felt
wonderful to stretch my legs and I pulled my IV cart along with me as I
headed out the door. The recently replaced cop jumped up and followed me
around the hallway.

       "So what are you in for?" The young looking cop asked. I looked at
his badge and read, "Milsap."

       "I had to get my balls sewn back on and my windpipe was sort of
crushed."

       The cop looked at me oddly and then clarified his question, "I meant
what you are in custody for? What crime did you commit?"

        I was a little shocked that he was so uninformed. "Driving without
a license."

       "Yeah, right. Auto theft you mean?"

       "No, seriously, Officer Milsap. I'm charged with driving without a
license and it was even my grandpa's car."

       "You stole your grandpa's car? Why?"

       "Oh my God, are you related to a kid named Pablo, by chance."

       "Who? No. Why?"

       "Never mind." I started to tell him the story as we walked and he
listened intently asking questions along the way. He was particularly
interested in my story about Lenny and the guy in the Beemer. He said the
area I'd been chased in was part of his regular patrol area. When he found
out, I'd actually almost got my balls cut off by a gang leader in Juvey, he
grew serious.

       "Kid, watch your back for a while. These guys are bad news. No
wonder I'm on watch. Shit, it pisses me off when they don't fill me in on
details like this."

       When I returned, I sat in the red vinyl chair and waited for the
nurse to finish up making the bed. She untied my strings in back except for
the one around my neck, and I slid into the nice clean sheets. The crisp
clean linen felt good against my skin. To my surprise, the old nurse
offered to rub some lotion on my sore, itchy back and so I rolled over and
let her apply it. It felt very nice, though it seemed a bit odd having her
touch me like that. She was old enough to be my grandma, after all. When
she finished, I rolled back over and she made another inspection of my
testicles. I was thinking I might have to buy her dinner if she kept this
kind of treatment up.

       As my body heat warmed my spot in the bed, I resumed worrying about
the gang, life with my mother, my friends, and the Fall Formal decorating
and dance. I worried how I would get William and Brenda to the dance if mom
wouldn't let Dad drive us. I worried about seeing Scotty and what would
happen to my wrestling and debate spots. I wanted to text so many people
and was frustrated without my phone. I skipped around the TV channels and
watched a couple of South American soccer teams play on the Spanish channel
out of desperation. Hearing the Spanish commentary made the hair on my neck
stand up slightly as the sportscaster's voice reminded me a bit of
Renaldo's. A cold chill ran over my spine and my butthole reflexively
clenched as I thought of lying in Bull's sleeper hold while Renaldo jabbed
his ugly boner into my crack.

       Finally, the floor doctor came in and checked me over. He told me
things looked fine but that I had a bit of a fever and until that was down,
I was stuck in the hospital. I groaned. He shrugged, apologized and
scurried off. I kept looking at the clock. I figured my friends would start
showing up around 5:00 after wrestling practice. Although, I thought
William and Brenda might come sooner. I thought maybe others from the
debate and wrestling teams might also show up. I got discouraged when it
hit 6:00 pm and no one had shown up or even called on the hospital
phone. I'll be honest, my feelings were hurt. At 7:00, the nursing staff
shift changed again and the hot blonde was back. I thanked the older nurse
for being so nice to me and she actually smiled a bit. I'd given up on
visitors and was feeling some major self pity and complained to the young
nurse about it.

       "Didn't you know? Your mother restricted all visitors to just
herself and your father."

       "No, I didn't know, but that explains things. Still, I thought
they'd call me."

       "Well, no, we're instructed to intercept all calls to your room and
only your parents are allowed through on the phone." She looked
empathetically at me. "Pretty boring day, I bet."

       "That's a major understatement."

       "I'm sorry. Anything you need? Dinner will be here soon." I thought
about asking for another back rub, but I decided against it. I thought
maybe I'd ask for one just before I went to sleep. She left and I fell back
into worrying about things I could do nothing about, mostly just for
something to do.

       I heard the sound of my door latch and looked up, expecting my
dinner. Instead, to my great surprise, it was Scotty dressed in a white lab
coat and white pants with a yellow plastic tray full of glass vials. "What
the hell?" I asked.

       He smiled sheepishly and said, "Excuse me sir, I'm here to extract a
semen sample for the lab. Is that okay with you?"

       "Shut up you freak. How did you manage to get in here like that? I
can't believe you did this. This is totally amazing."

       "They told me you couldn't have any visitors, and I suspected your
mother was behind it. I can tell she doesn't like me, though, I'm really
not sure why."

       "Because she's a miserable bitch, that's why. If I like someone then
she feels a need to dislike them. I can't believe I'm getting stuck living
with her. I hope it's not longer than a week or two at the most. But
seriously, how did you pull this off, getting in here dressed like that?"

       "When they told me no visitors or even phone calls to your room, I
went home and put on my white pants and a plain white t-shirt like I'd seen
lab guys wearing around here yesterday. When I got here I just followed
another family through the door downstairs and then I wasn't exactly sure
of my plan after that.  I walked around a while looking for a way to get a
lab coat and then I saw a guy pushing a cart full of linens. I followed him
to the first floor and there in the hallway, they had a bunch of these
carts lined up on the wall. I waited for the coast to clear, and I snagged
this lab coat out of one and then walked right up to your nurses
station. There were four or five of these plastic trays on the shelf in a
closet next to the linens and other supplies and I took one. When I walked
past your nurse, the blonde one built like my sister, she did a double take
and I'm pretty sure she recognized me, but she just kind of smiled and
looked away. I thought for sure I was busted and would get hauled off to
Juvey myself. I was nervous about going past the cop outside too, but he
never even gave me a second glance."

       "Oh my God, drop your pants and let me see your balls. You must have
grown a third one or something. I swear I've corrupted you."

       "Oh hell yes, you've definitely corrupted me. But hey, I couldn't
let you just lay here thinking I didn't care about you. I had to let you
know I was thinking about you and still love you. So how are you doing,
anyway? You gonna get out of here soon?"

       "I got a small fever so they're making me stay. It's so boring all
day and my stupid mom won't even let me have my phone. By the way, she
might not let me go to the Fall Formal either."

       "That sucks. You probably got a zillion messages on your phone.  You
probably have a hundred or so from Gina wanting to know what's up with the
dance. If you want I'll talk to her for you."

       "Thanks, but the problem is, I don't even know for sure what to have
you tell her until I get a final decision from my mom. I'm pretty sure that
even if I do get to go, the after-party at my house is off and you guys
will all have to find other rides. Can you make sure William has a ride?"

       "Sure, no worries, I'll cover it," Scotty agreed. Then he brightened
up and asked, "Oh, guess what?"

       "What?" I responded.

       "I got in touch with Dig's personal wrestling coach and he agreed to
take me on and train with me. I'm so excited. I swear, I'm going to college
on a scholarship."

       "That's great. Dude, you will totally take place in state now. I was
so impressed with your last meet. You were zoned in."

       "Thanks."

       "I'm so glad you came. And thanks for helping me with getting rides
for William and Brenda. That's a huge load off my mind. I've been stressing
about leaving him hanging, you know. I think this dance is majorly
important to him now that he and Brenda have hit it off so good."

       "You're so amazing. Here you are lying in bed with your ball sac
sewn back together after nearly getting raped and killed by a violent gang
in Juvey and you're worried about William getting to the dance. That's what
I love about you. Who would have dreamed that you could be reformed from a
complete ass into a total softy?" Scotty leaned down and pressed his lips
to mine and we melted into a tender, sensual kiss. We broke our kiss and he
planted a final one on my forehead then smiled so sweetly at me. I saw the
look in his eyes. It made me shudder with joy. It was love. Real, honest
love. It was the way his father and mother looked at each other.

       "You fill me up. You give me hope and make me believe I can do
anything. I love you. Hug me." Scotty lowered the railing to my bed and I
slid off to stand up next to it, being very careful not to pull the
annoying IV out of my arm. He slipped his strong arms around me and I
sighed audibly as his hands spread under my gown, over my bare back. He was
careful not to brush up against my sensitive balls by arching his back
slightly and pushing his cute ass out away from him. I smiled at the
sweetness of how considerate he was being. He gave me his signature hug
that was unique to him. He always finds the small of my back with his right
hand and his left one cups my shoulder blade. Then, when he is in place, he
presses in and out with his fingertips in a light massaging action. I
wished he was naked so I could press my hands against his bare skin, but
just holding him over his clothes and being held by him was immensely
therapeutic. I breathed in the familiar smell of his musky cologne and
kissed the base of his neck. Scotty let his right hand wander down over my
ass cheek and gave it a playful squeeze. I moaned as my dick pressed
against his thigh, and I had to wiggle around a bit to allow its engorged
length to rise all the way up against my stomach.

       "You doing okay?" he asked, concerned for my well being.

       "Nuh-uh. I'm way past doing okay. I'm into mind blowing, awesome
territory right now."

       "So about that semen sample I told you I needed, are you up to it?"

        I stepped back, lifted my gown to expose my throbbing boner. "Yeah,
looks like I'm definitely up to it." I sat back on the bed and leaned back
on my elbows. "Go for it, doc."

       "Not like this, you dork. What if someone comes in? Lay back down."
He helped me lay back in the bed but close to the edge. Scotty pulled the
privacy curtain along the edge of my bed to prevent anyone peeking in the
small window in the door. Scotty pulled the sheet up to just under my balls
and pulled my gown down over where my missing pubes would be.  He smiled at
me, lifted my dick off my stomach and licked around the bulging, hot tip. I
closed my eyes and moaned in delight as he tickled the sensitive spot on
the underside of my dickhead. Then I clutched a handful of my bed sheets as
he expertly slipped his patented, oral extraction device over my throbbing
dick. He sucked and slobbered over my aching bone driving me wild with
lustful desire. I opened my eyes and watched as this boy I loved so much
worked hard to pleasure me.

       He pushed a little too deeply and his chin pressed into my sore
balls causing me to wince and he quickly pulled off. "Oh Kyle, I'm so
sorry. Am I hurting you?"

       I grabbed the back of his head and pushed him back toward my hot,
throbbing rod. I was so sexed up and desperately wanted him sucking me
off. "No, just don't go that deep. I need it bad, dude. Suck me,
Scotty. Suck me again now." He smiled and succumbed to the pressure I was
applying to the back of his head and suctioned me back into his extraction
machine. I reached over and grabbed his rigid banana through his white
jeans squeezing it in time to his sucking motion.

       As the euphoric ripples of pleasure overtook me, I bucked my hips
slightly into his silky smooth mouth. He paused to swallow my first
scorching blast of white hot semen. Four powerful semen samples later, I
was physically spent and panting heavily while he drew the last of my
oozing sample into his mouth. It's good I wasn't hooked up to a heart
monitor or they would have come running in with the crash cart. He let my
whimpering dick slip from his extractor and gently wiped me dry with the
sheet which he then pulled up over my chest.

       "Thanks. That was amazing. I love you," I whispered.

       He smiled. "I love you too, Kyle. I'm so ..." He choked up. "I'm so
glad you're okay."

       He took my hand in his and caressed the back of it with his
thumb. We just stared into each other's eyes for a long while sharing our
feelings without speaking. I felt indescribable peace and joy. The magic of
the moment was interrupted with the clacking of the large door.

       The curtain at the foot of my bed was pulled aside. I looked up and
said, "Hi Mom."

       "Hello Kyle. How are you feeling?" She asked kindly. Scotty grabbed
his plastic tray and spun away outside the curtain by my headboard, moving
over to the sink. He bent over and began washing his hands as my mom
approached my bed and slid the curtain all the back to the wall. She
ignored Scotty, in her usual way, scarcely looking towards him.  He kept
his head down and continued washing his hands.

       "I'm feeling bored; that's how I'm feeling," I said.

       "Physically, how are you feeling?"

       "I feel stiff all over right now." Scotty let out a stifled snort
and intensified his hand washing. I added, "Plus, I'm seriously bored
stiff. I actually feel fine physically, but the doctor says I have a little
fever and he wants me to stay until they're sure I don't have any
infection. I got up and walked around some today and that felt good. I
really feel okay, Mom. You should see it, it's healing so good. I think I
should go home even if I do have a little fever." To make sure Mom was
distracted for Scotty's escape, I pulled my sheet down and exposed my
semi-boned dick and stitched up balls to my mother. As I'd hoped, she
leaned in, curious for a closer look while Scotty slipped out the door,
giving me a wink and a wave. If I'd only known what was about to happen, I
would have sprung from the bed and run away with him.

       "Well perhaps you can come home tomorrow then."

       "I hope so. I'll go crazy in here. Please bring me my phone. I'm
dying without it. I need to get my school assignments and keep up. If I had
my phone, I could get Scotty or William to bring them to me and it would
give me something useful to do while I'm lying around in here. I kept
expecting them to come visit, but I guess they got delayed." I was curious
if she would admit to restricting my visitors.

       "Kyle, you don't need your school assignments because you won't be
going back to that school. You shouldn't be concerned that your 'supposed'
school friends haven't visited since you'll make new ones, better ones, at
your new school. I went to your old school this morning and filled the
principal, Mrs. Matthews, in on the events of this weekend and withdrew
you. I also spoke with that nice young girl, Gina, in the office. She asked
me to let you know that she will not be able to attend the Fall Formal
dance with you. Her parents would not approve of your gang involvement and
they'll forbid her to be with you, so I took care of that problem and that
settles the whole dance thing."

       I started to object, but she continued almost without a breath, so I
couldn't get a word in edgewise, "Mrs. Matthews and your wrestling coach
were actually quite relieved that you would not be coming back after
hearing of your gang connection. The only one who seemed bothered by the
news was your debate coach, Mrs. Jones. She looked very disturbed by the
news. I suppose you must be a good debater. That seems like a worthy
pursuit to me, especially to help you get into law school. So anyway, this
afternoon, I enrolled you into a new school. A good Christian, all boys'
school near where we live that Reverend Rick serves on the board for. I
checked with your student counselor and they have an excellent debate team
that you can join." Mom put on her artificial smile, all proud of herself.

       I gaped at her, slack jawed and wide eyed in exasperation, as she
spilled her guts to me about her full day of meddling. I could tell from
her voice that she knew I was gonna be pissed and she was selling it hard
and acting all sweet and concerned for me. Since Scotty had already warned
me this was coming, I'd prepared some arguments of my own.

       "Mom, where do you get off doing all that without talking to me? And
how could you give them the impression I was involved in a gang? I have a
good chance to win the state championship with William as my debate
partner. That would be huge on a resume for law school. I'm getting
straight A's and if I change schools, you never know what I might end up
with. And how dare you ruin my reputation with Gina and my coach? I don't
care if you talked to my principal, when this all blows over and I go back
with Dad, I'm going back to my old school and I'm going back with my
friends and I will go back to wrestling. You don't get to control my
life. It's my life and I get a say in it. I'm not your fucking puppet or
puppy dog." I was struggling to bridle my anger. I was seething inside.

       My mother's artificial smile faded and anger flashed in her
eyes. "No, you don't get a say. You are a minor child and I am your mother,
and I will decide what's best for you. You've clearly made a mess of things
in your life with your father's help and because of the horrible choice in
friends you've made. I'm going to fix you. You'll thank me later. And you
absolutely won't be seeing your friends anymore especially not that Scotty
creep. I will not have you cavorting around with those freaks engaging in
God only knows what kind of unnatural and immoral behavior. You think it's
funny to vandalize property and steal signs. You call that fun? It's just
lucky that I have a chance to save you now."

       "What are you saying? You've gone mad. You're hallucinating."

       "Hallucinating, am I? I happen to know more than you think I do. I
know you've done more than just vandalizing property with your hoodlum
buddies. I know you've been brainwashed into performing unnatural sex acts
with that Scotty fellow and that disgusting boy, William, too I
suspect. Well, I'll not have their polluting influence in your life
anymore. You'll see. Once you're free of their hold on you, you'll be
relieved and able to return to being the old Kyle I know and love. You'll
see how much happier your life will be with me."

       I was dumbfounded. How did she know about me and Scotty? It had to
be my phone. I racked my brain for any text messages I might have left on
it, but I didn't think I'd said anything to let her in on that. But that
must have been it. I started to deny it, but it was true and I could tell
she knew it somehow. Then I thought about what I had told my dad. I hadn't
really told him that Scotty and I had sex, but maybe when he took Scotty to
school, Scotty spilled his guts because afterward my dad told me how much
he thought Scotty was good for me. That had to be it. "Damn him and his
loose lips," I thought. Plus, just the way Scotty and I texted to each
other, jokingly calling each other hot stuff and cutie pie sometimes, my
mom probably read into those messages. Since I couldn't deny it, I decided
to own it.

       "I'm not brainwashed. I'm actually gay. Deal with it. I love Scotty
and he loves me and I'm not giving him up. Period."

       "You know nothing of what love is. You're just confused by his
immoral advances on you. Rolling around in nothing but stretchy underwear
grabbing at other boys in that horrible wrestling sport was bound to affect
your psychological balance. Reverend Rick agrees that was my mistake with
you. I never should have let your father talk me into permitting you to do
that horrible sport. You'll get over it, though. You'll see. Reverend Rick
and I will heal you. If this Scotty loves you so much, why didn't he come
back to visit you today?"

       "Because you put me in solitary confinement! He does love me and I
love him!"

       "No you don't. You're just young and confused. You have no strong
male role model in your life, but Reverend Rick will be able to provide
that for you."

       "Bull-fucking-shit!" I yelled, "You're the one who has no idea what
love is. I've seen real love over at Scotty's house. His parents are
completely in love with each other. It's in their eyes and their little
acts of tenderness. You're just a bitter, miserable bitch, impossible to
please and determined to make everyone around you as miserable as you
are. You ruined your marriage and destroyed Dad in the process. He still
loves you and it's tearing him up that you've left him. He makes believe
he's having sex with you in his bedroom at night and tells his pillow how
much he loves you while he fucks it, imagining it's you. How sad is that?
He just wanted to try and please you and make all this stupid fucking money
that you wanted, just so you could show off with it and then you just spit
in his face. I've seen real love in Scotty's eyes when he looks at me and
felt it when we hold each other. I love him and I hate you."

       The late-shift cop burst through the door to see what all the
yelling was about just as my mother slapped me hard across the face. "HEY!"
he boomed, "Move away from the bed, Mrs. Davis." She spun and glared at the
cop.

       "He is my son. You will NOT tell me what to do."

       "He's in my protective custody and I damn well will tell you what to
do when it comes to protecting him." The cop advanced quickly toward her
and she stepped back against my bedrail in shocked surprise at his
approach. Her back rolled over the rail and she lost her footing as the
large officer grabbed her left arm. She thrust her right arm out to steady
her fall and pressed all of her falling weight directly onto my
testicles. A burning explosion burst in my crotch and I screamed in
pain. "Get off me. Oh God, get off!" I pulled the sheet down and stared at
my bleeding ball sac where her weight had caused the stitches to tear
through the tender skin. I lifted the torn skin slightly and actually saw
what I assumed was my left nut. Blood was oozing from the tear, but it
wasn't gushing or anything.

       I slammed my thumb into the call button repeatedly. "Oh God, Oh God,
what the hell's the matter with you? You're a fucking walking disaster," I
screamed at my mother. Mom was too busy yelling at the cop and accusing him
of causing the problem to even pay any attention to me. The cop ignored her
and rushed out to holler for the nurse to come quickly. I was freaking out,
staring at my opened wound and cursing at my mother. My mom kept yelling at
me to watch my mouth and stop overreacting. The cop grabbed her arm and
dragged her aside to make room for the nurse.

       The nurse immediately called for the doctor then worked to stem the
bleeding. Soon, two orderlies came in and slid me onto a gurney and I was
wheeled back into a procedure room for another stitching. Once the staff
had things sort of in control and were calm around me, I also calmed
down. Because it wasn't as much of a tear, and I guess because I didn't
have any other trauma, they just localized it, smeared more mustard yellow
germ killer goop around it, and then pulled my dick and balls through a
hole in the middle of a blue paper towel thing. I was allowed to stay awake
and watch.

       The doctor pinched my sac and dick and asked if I felt anything.

       "No, it's numb. It seems really weird to see you touching it but not
feeling anything. It's usually so sensitive."

       "I bet it does seem odd. Are you interested in seeing what your
testicle looks like or would that upset you?"

       "Yeah, I'd definitely like to see it. Cool." He actually held the
flap open and slid my left nut up near the hole. His male nurse supported
me as I rose up to look. He had a bright light shining on it and I could
see the pale pink membrane covering the multitude of thin strands all
bunched together like tiny spaghetti. He pointed out the darker red mass
that was the epididymis. He reached in with a hook-like instrument and
pulled out a section of the vas deferens tube and inspected it. Then the
nurse lowered me back down and the doctor started sewing. I felt tugs but
no pain. He was a jovial, talkative guy with a comforting manner and
shining eyes.

       "It looks nice and clean in there. Considering all the trauma you've
had, it looks very normal inside. You're fortunate. You could have easily
lost your jewels from all of this. If your vas deferens cord had been cut,
it's possible to reattach them, but the outcome is uncertain. Fixing up a
torn scrotum is not such a big deal. Yesterday, I had a guy come in who had
been doing some woodcarving while sitting around in just his boxers and the
knife slipped off the wood block and sliced his sizable penis nearly
off. It was just dangling there. Now that was a challenge to reattach. I
think he'll give that carving hobby up. I know I would. I couldn't tell for
sure, but I almost got the impression that his wife was disappointed I was
able to put it back on. I guess they've been married long enough that she's
lost interest in sex. You're too young to even comprehend that could ever
happen."

       "No I'm not." I said, thinking of my own mother.

       "Hmm. Well, that's why I married a younger woman. I told my wife
when she turned forty, I was going to trade her in on two twenty year
olds. She got even by telling me that when she turned forty, I wouldn't be
wired for 220." I could tell he was smiling under his mask. The male nurse
chuckled and it made me laugh too until he said, "Oops, I shouldn't make
you laugh. I slipped and stitched your foreskin to your scrotum. I hope
that won't bother you."

       "What?" I tried to sit up but the nurse held me down and shook his
head in obvious amusement and letting me know the doctor was kidding.

       "Just kidding, of course. You'll be good as new in two weeks. I'd
give it a few days before testing the equipment again, though. I saw in
your chart that you did a successful test run yesterday, so everything is
in working order, I guess. This is just a small setback and nothing to
worry about. Okay? You're going to be back to a completely normal,
functional set of sex organs."

       "It says that in my chart?" I asked, surprised the young doctor had
put that in there.

       "Sure. The doctor observed obvious signs of your, umm, self
manipulation test. It's an important thing to note, given your reason for
visiting us here."

       "I guess. Just kind of embarrassing to think about everyone reading
that, you know?"

       "I assure you that none of the medical staff will be shocked or
surprised that a fifteen year old male lying around having his genitals
touched, prodded and peeked at would be motivated to test the equipment
out. And, be sure that no one would ever divulge that information outside
of a medical need to know." He snipped the last stitch and set the
instruments on the tray. "All done. Take care of yourself, young man and
please don't worry about your body. You will be fine and fully capable of
fathering a large litter someday."

       "Thanks doctor."

       "You're very welcome."

       I was wheeled into a recovery area for a short time and then back to
my room. The cop walked alongside as I went back to my room and I thanked
him for helping me out. He was very modest about it saying it was why he
was there - to protect me.

       When I was settled back in my room, the cop sat next to me and
asked,"I know it's none of my business, but what was going on between you
and your mother?"

       "She's impossible. She's divorcing my dad and meddling in my
life. I'm not a bad kid but bad things keep happening to me. It's like I
get punished every time I try to do something good. I don't get that."

       "I hear you. Cops get in trouble all the time for trying to do their
job and help others. Just like your mother yelling at me when I came in to
protect you. She said she's filing a complaint against me with the
department over it," he sighed.

       "Well make sure I get a chance to tell them what really happened
because she'll make up a bunch of lies about it."

       "Whatever. I'm not worried about it. It happens all the time. So
what is it you've been trying to do that got you into all this trouble?"

       I began to share my saga again with this cop. His name was Officer
Bendickson, and I suppressed blurting out, "Like bent-dick's-son." I
thought about William and if he ever had boys, they could be called
"bent-dick's-sons." That stupid, lame joke made me smile inside. Although,
I guess since William got his dick straightened, that wouldn't really be
true anymore. Officer Bendickson listened intently and he was very
interested in Lenny and the old guy with the accent just like Officer
Milsap had been. I sensed there was something up about that after Officer
Milsap's, and now Officer Bendickson's reactions, but they weren't offering
any details to me. It was good to have someone to vent to, and I really
appreciated Officer Bendickson's patient listening ear. I guess he was as
bored as I was and was glad to have the conversation.

       "When the local anesthesia wore off, my balls ached and burned like
a son of a bitch. I called for some pain medicine which knocked me out for
the evening. By morning when the older nurse took over, it was almost as if
nothing had happened and I was back to healing. Boredom overtook me again
and I considered testing the equipment out again several times just to have
something to do. My mind wandered to Scotty's semen sampling and each time
I started to stroke my bone, I remembered the doctor's suggestion that I
hold off a few days and I'd force myself to stop. I was not built to just
lie around. I needed to be doing something useful. The nurse took pity on
me and brought me a book that another patient had finished and didn't want
any more. It was the autobiography of Corrie ten Boom titled, "The Hiding
Place," and while I never would have pulled it off the library shelf on my
own, the more I read, the more fascinated I became with her life's story.

       Born in a small town called Haarlem in the Netherlands in 1892,
Corrie grew up with her family living above a small watch shop that they
ran. Her brother, Willem became a minister for the Dutch Reformed Christian
Church and started an outreach program for Jews and they became friends
with many Jewish people. Corrie never married but became involved serving
in charities with her brother and helped many people in the community while
she worked in the watch shop. Life for Corrie was simple and joyful.

       As Hitler became more and more powerful, Corrie's family grew more
and more concerned. When Germany occupied the Netherlands, they made the
Dutch carry ID everywhere and Jews had to wear yellow stars on their
sleeves. Soon it was evident that the Jews were being persecuted by the
Nazi's. The ten Boom family built a false wall in Corrie's bedroom and they
began hiding Jews in their home to protect them. Corrie took great risks to
get extra food ration cards in order to have food to feed all the refugees
they harbored. Then one night, they came. The Gestapo rounded them up and
they were sent to concentration camps. Corrie's father died as a result,
only ten days after being arrested. By the time the guards took him to a
hospital, he ended up dying in the hospital corridor. I could relate.

       When it was time to eat, it was a bother. I just wanted to read. I
was even annoyed when I had to stop and pee in my bottle. When I needed my
vitals taken, I tried to keep reading while they were performed. I was so
consumed by the story and so amazed by Corrie's faith and willingness to
sacrifice her safety and well being for others that I just wanted to keep
reading. Reading about how she and her sister, Betsie, barely survived the
meager diet, cold, sicknesses and filthy living conditions was
heartbreaking. They worked them really hard and were very cruel to
them. Corrie had just been freed from Ravensbruck concentration camp for
women by a miraculous paperwork mix-up when the phone rang. Thinking it
might be Scotty sneaking under the razor wire again, I reached over in
excitement to pick it up. My IV restricted me from reaching it and I
started to panic slightly that I wouldn't be able to maneuver to it before
he gave up. I slid as far as I could to the edge of my bed and rolled onto
my hip. I was just able to snatch the bottom end of the phone and I punched
the talk button. It was my dad. I was a bit disappointed but glad at least
that it wasn't my mother.

       "Hi Dad."

       "Hello Kyle. How are you feeling? I heard you had a setback
yesterday evening."

       "Yeah, you could say that. Mom ripped my balls open and I had to
have them stitched back up. It was kind of cool, though, because I was
awake for it and the doctor actually showed me what my testicles look like
inside. He said they all look in good shape, so you can stop worrying about
me having cancer or anything. He said I'll heal up just fine."

       "That's good to hear. How are you doing this evening?"

       "Okay. How come you haven't come to visit?"

       "Issues here at my hospital and honestly, I'm afraid if I'm there
when your mother comes by, it will end up in a huge ugly fight, I'd rather
not subject you to. I'm glad to hear you're doing better. When do you think
you can go home with your mom?"

       "Never."

       "What?"

       "Going with mom will never be going home. Home is with you at our
house. I don't think the gang cares about Renaldo. I say we just go
home. Please don't make me go with mom. She might kill me or at least
neuter me like she did poor William. I tell you dad, she's
dangerous. Besides, there's the risk I could end up back in jail if I go
with her."

       "Why do you say that?"

       "I might kill her. Honestly Dad, she is so frustrating. Did you know
she restricted all visitors and phone calls? I was so bored yesterday that
I nearly went crazy. Luckily, my nurse brought me this awesome book called
The Hiding Place today. I've been reading it solid all day. You ever heard
of it?"

       "Yes, it's good. It's about some woman's experience in a Nazi camp,
I believe."

       "So did you know mom cut me off from all my friends to visit?"

       "Yes. I knew."

       "Can't you do something? Why does she get to control my life? I'm
your son too."

       "She doesn't like your friends."

       "She doesn't even know my friends."

       "Ignorance and prejudice are very close cousins, I'm afraid. I can't
really do anything about her. For now, you've just got to deal with it and
try to get along as best you can. As soon as it's safe, I'll get you back
home."

       "Promise?"

       "Yes. I promise."

       "No, I mean pinky swear over your mother's grave kind of promise."

       "Pinky swear. Yes."

       "Over your mother's grave!"

       "Pinky swear over my mother's grave."

       "Okay."

       "Okay." There was a pause. Then my dad added, "I better go then. I
love you."

       "Love you too. Don't forget you promised."

       "Bye Kyle."

       "Bye Dad." I hung up and held the phone to my chest. I pressed talk
and dialed Scotty's cell phone. A recorded message started to tell me that
calls from this phone were restricted and I clicked it off. I knew that but
thought I'd just try. I lay there with the book to my side and the phone in
my hand and thought about some of the things I'd read.

       One passage had struck me hard. It read, "All through the short
afternoon they kept coming, the people who counted themselves Father's
friends. Young and old, poor and rich, scholarly gentlemen and illiterate
servant girls-only to Father did it seem that they were all alike. That was
Father's secret: not that he overlooked the differences in people; that he
didn't know they were there."

        I realized I had gotten that trait from my father. He didn't judge
people. He tried to help and be nice to everyone and so did I. Money and
status didn't matter to him or me. People matter.

       I smiled and thumbed through the pages until I found another passage
that had affected me deeply. I found it and read, "This is what the past is
for! Every experience God gives us, every person He puts in our lives is
the perfect preparation for the future that only He can see."

       Another passage had made me smile. I found it and read it aloud,
"Hold everything in your hands lightly, otherwise it hurts when God pries
your fingers open."

       I put the book on my chest, closed my eyes and prayed. "Dear God,
help me understand what your plan is for me. Show me your way. What has all
this prepared me for? Help me have the courage to trust in you and to
recognize and follow the path when it opens up to me. Thank you for sending
me Scotty. Bless him. Bless William and his mom and ... and even bless his
misguided father. Amen." It probably didn't happen, but I could swear the
room brightened as the warmth of God's spirit radiated all over my body. I
was still reveling in it when my mom charged into the room, all disheveled,
followed by three policemen looking stern and worried. "Here we go again,"
I mumbled.

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I hope you continue to enjoy Kyle's story as his adventure and journey
proceeds along. I have come to love him and his friends as I have written
their tale. I hope you have too. I welcome comments and ideas and
appreciate simple emails from readers just to let me know if you are still
reading and enjoying it. You can email me at h.schreiber@hushmail.com
Thanks to my editors and to the good doctor who shared some medical editing
for me on this chapter.