A Journey Into Submission
Voluntary Enslavement

The Cop

By: Dawson Spear
(© 2012 by the author)

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Chapter 16

From Charles Green's point of view.

I was amazed at how these guys know what they are doing. Dr. Taylor came back in the room and said that he had checked on Chris and he was almost completely free of the narcotics. He wants to talk with Chris and me. I really don't know what we are going to do. I can't imagine that Chris is going to go along with not being able to make love on face to face, or sleep without me on top of him. I went with Dr. Taylor down to where Chris was being treated. He had his own nurse, a male named John who seemed very nice and good, although he is a slave. I went over to Chris and gave him a hug and a long kiss. I told him I loved him and was glad to see him. I asked if he hurt and he said no that he had been given some sort of a block which kept him from feeling anything below his waist.

From Chris Parry's point of view.

I gradually came to, lying in a hospital room. The only thing is, there were no windows. There was a nurse sitting by my bed, wearing a pair of white shorts and a nurse's jacket on top. He said his name was John and asked if I could feel anything.

"No. I don't feel anything below my waist. Why is that?" I lifted the sheet and could see that there was a catheter in place. I looked over the side of the bed and the bag of urine was a dark yellow with a red tinge. That did not improve my confidence.

"When did they put the catheter in place? I thought that they could not get one in without doing surgery?"

John the nurse replied, "Dr. Taylor put the catheter in place while you were asleep. You don't feel anything because they have put a block in place. I have pushed the beeper button for Dr. Taylor who should be here any minute."

Just then, a group of people came into my room. There was Dr. Taylor, Charles, Joe (my doctor from home) and an additional person who I subsequently learned was a nurse anesthetist. The nurse checked my block and told Dr. Taylor that everything was under control.

"Chris, I have some good news and some not so good news. We have the catheter in place and working for the time being. That means that we got a line in but the tube that your urine, sperm and fluids from the prostate use to exit through your penis is destroyed. You don't feel anything because we are using an anesthetic called a nerve block. We can leave it in place for a while until you decide what you want to do. Some more good news is that I can go in and surgically put in a substitute tube. The bad news is that if we do that then you have to change your life style."

"Doctor, what does that mean?"

"Well, I had a long and detailed conversation with your Master and he has explained to me your life style, meaning, how you make love and how you like to sleep. It is that life style and the manner in which you sleep that has caused this injury, and the problem is that if you go back to your old ways then it will happen again. If however, you make love on your side and sleep cuddled in his arms but on your side, then everything should be alright. Why are you crying? Do you hurt?"

"No, Doctor, I don't hurt. For the first time in my life I have someone who loves me. Who holds me in his arms. Someone who makes me feel wanted and safe. Secure. I won't go back to sleeping other than in his arms, his cock in my anus and his legs surrounding me. I have only had it for 5 days and I don't want to lose it. There has to be a way that you can do something so that I don't have to give up my happiness and my security."

From Dr. Taylor's point of view.

Well, the patient is certainly clear in what he wants. This should be interesting as to how that fits with what his Master wants. "Charles, come up here and sit by the bed holding Chris' hand. Chris, there is a way to allow you to have the ability to make love the way you want and sleep the way you want. You and Charles are new patients of mine and I do not know how your Master / slave relationship works. Do you make the decisions, does he make them, or do the two of you make them?"

"The afternoon before I got sick, I did not trust Master as I should have. I had doubt and did not listen to what he said. I learned an important lesson that afternoon and when it was over I said to Charles, "I am all in. I promise you that I will do what you say, when you say, how you say, all without question or hesitation. I commit to you as your slave, your servant, your partner. Please don't reject me. Please assure me that you will keep me.

"You don't need to ask me. If my Master tells me that he can no longer fuck me face to face, or with me face down from the back, and that he will no longer sleep with me face down and him over me, then that is the decision; however you asked me what I wanted, not what my Master wanted. I told you what I wanted, but that is not the controlling answer. Charles makes that decision."

"Chris, I understand what you just said, and quite frankly that is exactly what you should have said. Now let me tell you what the alternative is if you want to keep the life style. I will go in and remove your penis. I can do so that it will not be noticeable, meaning there will be no scar. You will just be flat across the front, and then your scrotum will be just as it is. Behind your scrotum, between where your sack ends and your rectum, I will create a hole from which you will be able to expel fluids the same way you do from your penis presently. What I think I would like to do is to leave the two of you alone for a while so that you figure out what you want to have done."

The slave took my hand and thanked me, and asked, "Doctor, may Joe stay for a minute?"

From Joe Black's point of view.

I was flattered that they wanted me to stay. I must say it has been an interesting day of events and it was not lunch time. Chris took my hand, and said, "Joe I know I have not known you for very long, but I trust you. Will you please be with Charles? I have expressed my opinion, but that opinion is worth nothing. Charles makes the decisions in our family; I don't want him beating up on himself because of it; I will live with whatever decision he makes."

I was simply amazed. Tom Taylor was right when he talked about voluntary slavery; it is really a matter of trust.

Charles looked at me and said, "This guy has placed his life in my hands; he has so much trust in me that he is willing to be unhappy the rest of his life because of a lack of security; he knows I like to fuck and out of all the times we have fucked I bet we haven't been on our sides for a total of 5 minutes. He was a total virgin when we got together; neither man, woman or child, and he has only had 5 days so far. He told me that he had the first sound night's sleep that he can ever remember because he feels safe when surrounded and nailed to the bed. He can have all of that at the cost of losing his cock. Some choice?"

"Charles, Chris, you have asked me here and for my advice. First let me commend you Chris for the commitment that you have displayed. You certainly have exhibited the most total trust one man can give to another. Well, almost." We three laughed and the tension broke a little as I continued, "From what I gathered, Chris, you never had sexual relations with another person prior to Charles. I am also pretty sure that your arrangement does not include your fucking Charles. So at best your cock serves two purposes: First is for looks; frankly it ain't much, but at least you have one; second, from what Charles tells, me he has sucked on it and likes the taste of your cum. Obviously he can't suck on it if it is removed. Now let me tell you that you will still be able to have an orgasm, even without a cock; instead of using friction created by rubbing your cock, Charles will have to massage your taint area and stimulate your prostate. Unless you have other questions I am going to leave you two to talk. When you are ready, push the buzzer."

From Chris Perry's point of view.

"Charles, I meant what I said. I am yours. You decide. You make the decisions in this family and I trust you. As long as I have you I can handle the rest of it."

"Chris, I liked sucking on your little cock, but to tell you the truth, your happiness is worth a whole lot more to me than your cock. We aren't together because of your cock or the pleasure your cock gives you or me."

I smiled. It really was an easy decision to make. He was sitting in the chair by the bed holding my hand. I pulled him out of the chair so that he was sitting on the side of the bed. I reached my hand into his pants and played with his cock. It stiffened up immediately. As it got hard it showed itself. Lying there unable to move the lower part of my body I simply held it and looked at it. Damn if my Master did not have a pretty cock. It was a good bit darker than the rest of him. It was leaking precum. I looked at him and opened my mouth. He stared down at me and smiled as he put his cock in my mouth. He came in short order and tasted just about as pure as could be. We pushed the buzzer.

From Dr. Taylor's point of view.

The surgery went well. It really is not that complicated. The most time consuming part is the fine stitching that has to be done so that no scar shows. I put in plastic tubing to replace the damaged natural tubing and all should be well. There can be no sexual intercourse for some period, but they seemed agreeable with that provision and the provision that Chris cannot sleep on his stomach or with someone on top of him at the waist. That first night after the surgery Charles slept with his boy on their sides; Charles had one arm under him playing with his titties and the other came over the top and was stroking his tummy. Chris should be able to go home in 3 days. Before he does I am going to have him spend some time with Dawson.

Posted: 03/16/12