Tanner's Tales, #12
By John Yarer
This is the twelfth installment of Tanner's Tales.
When I posted the eighth installment last September, I said it was the last. Since then both Tanner and I have received many messages from readers asking questions about him, about his present whereabouts, and about his life. Some questions have been about his present life. Tanner has said that for now, at least, he does not want to share details beyond the fact that he is living and working with Sean in the Fort Meyers, Florida area.
Other readers have also asked for more details about certain aspects of Tanner's life in Texas and later, in California. These further installments of Tanner's Tales will deal with those periods.
If readers wish to contact Tanner they may do so at the e-mail address below.
As with the earlier installment, these ongoing installments deal with Tanner's experiences as he described them to me. I have tried to put his material into story form, more or less as he presented it to me in e-mail notes and telephone conversations. It is presented as a factual account but I have omitted or changed the names of certain universities, corporations and individuals.
Please refer to my introductory notes for Tanner's Tales #3, in which I discuss the topics of "S and M," "Fisting" and "Rough Sex." I would be interested in hearing from readers who have personal experience with the practice of fisting, both to satisfy my own curiosity and to confirm or correct any ideas expressed by Tanner and related in these stories.
As in the earlier installment, I have not attempted to convey the exact tone or the accent with which Tanner speaks. He was raised in the South and until his move to Florida, he spent most of his time in the New York City area. He still speaks with echoes of his original regional accent.
Andrew has again proofed this story and both Tanner and I want to express our thanks for all his help.
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That night I had dreams about boys in my bed. They all had smooth crotches and no body hair. Some of them had wings like renaissance angels and cavorted on the ceiling and on the soft, beige rug.
I woke hard and horny and beat my cock to a devastating climax. It was Sunday and a warm, early summer day, and I lay by one of the pools most of the day.
On Monday morning, somewhat rested, I went off to my new office and my new job.
The tasks given me were easy enough. I had a nice office and a secretary, a plain, well mannered girl, who looked after me. She brought me coffee, even when I didn't ask, and typed the letters I dictated into a fancy new machine. The letters were always better written when she returned them than anything I could have done, but she never commented on her improvements and I never said a word.
On Wednesday evening Sean called from Atlanta. He was still traveling on company business and wouldn't be home for another ten days. I missed him.
He asked about work and told me to take my secretary candy one day a week and flowers at least once a month. I did as he said. I also asked her out to lunch, but she refused.
He asked about my piercing and if I'd made it back to Doc's as scheduled. I told him I had and that Doc had been pleased with how fast I was healing. "He said I could fuck."
"Good," Sean laughed. "I'll be home in ten days."
"Sean?" I said, not knowing how to say what I wanted to say.
"Yeah, stud?" he replied.
"Doc played with my balls again. I asked him about the conversation you and he were having and he told me about his other services, you know, `making eunuchs,' he called it."
"You're not interested, are you?"
"Oh, hell no, not for myself. But then he had Tommy come in."
"Did the kid strip?"
"What did you think?"
"My first reaction was to almost get sick. But that night I had some really weird dreams about the boy."
"Do you want to fuck him?"
"I don't know."
"Do it, Sean. Just call him and have him come over to your place one night." He paused and then added, "maybe next weekend."
"He more or less asked me to do it," I said, "Do you think he'd want to come out to my new place?"
"I'm sure he would."
"You wouldn't mind?"
"Not a bit, big boy. You might find you like it."
"That wouldn't worry you, if I liked it, I mean?"
"Nah, not at all," he laughed. "I'm not afraid of the competition, especially when I have things to offer Tommy can't match."
That night, alone, naked in my big bed, I couldn't get my mind off Doc and Tommy. I don't mean I wasn't thinking a lot about Sean, too. I really was missing Sean and couldn't wait until he got back.
But Doc, and especially Tommy were mysteries to me and I couldn't stop wondering about them.
I wondered if they had a sexual relationship, an incestuous relationship. I wondered how it had started and if the desire to be a eunuch was really Tommy's, or if it was something Doc had gradually planted in the kid's mind as he was growing up.
It was odd because I was horrified by the sheer savagery of the thing, the cruelty and the permanence of it. I remembered how I'd felt physically ill when Tommy had first exposed his disfigured crotch.
Despite my revulsion, I couldn't get Tommy out of my mind. I wondered how it had been done. Had Doc done it alone? He'd said he sometimes asked for help when a procedure was too difficult for him alone. Had he had help from someone else? If so, who was that other person who had been willing to be a part of something so barbaric?
Doc said he'd made his share of eunuchs. Did that mean there were others whom he'd castrated? Had other men or boys willing submitted to the loss of their manhood?
At one point I slept a little and dreamed of men walking by me on the street, men like those I saw every day at work or in stores or even at the gym. In my dream they each disrobed, revealing their mutilated bodies, and every one was like Tommy. I woke up sweating and shaking like a leaf.
The more I conjured up such images, the more questions I had. The more questions, the more I found that I was fascinated by the kid.
Was Sean right?
Should I satisfy my morbid curiosity by trying to have sex with Tommy?
What would it be like to have sex with such a person?
The next day I went to a public library after lunch and looked up all the references to eunuchs I could find. There wasn't much. I found references to biblical passages, which I read. They didn't tell me anything I didn't already know.
I found a few medical references and followed up on them. They led to a some articles on the hormonal problems of castrated males and the effects of testosterone loss. From the descriptions I read, I began to suspect that might be why Tommy had such a soft, almost feminine body. I wondered if it caused physical problems for him. From what I read, the lack of testosterone might even account for his gentle temperament.
Tommy had not impressed me as being effeminate. He wasn't like some limp-wristed queen, but he was definitely passive in a way I had never seen before in a man.
I guess if I'd asked for help in running down more information, I might have learned more, but I was too embarrassed to ask and limited my research to the references I could find on my own.
That night my dreams were strange and troubling. I dreamed Sean was fucking me and when I looked down as his big cock slid in and out of my ass, I realized I had no cock or balls of my own. I was as smooth and featureless as Tommy.
Again, I woke up wet with sweat. When I finally got back to sleep, it was only to dream again, this time that I was fucking Tommy as his soft body quivered beneath me. I pounded into him with cruel force.
As the week continued I made a point of getting home every evening in time to swim laps and work out in the exercise room. I tortured my body with hard driving routines, hoping if I was tired enough, I'd sleep. There was a tanning bed in the fitness center and I started using it. I tanned naked to perfect my tan. After only a few secessions I had a perfect seamless tan. I knew Sean liked guys with overall tans and I wanted to surprise him
On Saturday afternoon at four, I went back to Doc's.
When I was naked and lying on the table, he looked me over again. Doc seemed to never stop admiring my body. Before he'd even touched me, the door quietly opened and Tommy came in. He was dressed as before, baggy shorts and a loose T-shirt. Only this time the shorts were khakis and the T-shirt was a soft green.
The kid came over and stood by Doc, looking intently at me.
"I like your tan," Tommy said softly.
Doc manipulated my rings, turning and twisting them to see that they moved easily in the piercing. "You're doing great," he said. "Do you want to move up a notch?"
"Yeah," I said, "can I?"
"I wouldn't fucking ask if you couldn't," he growled and left the treatment room.
Tommy continued to stand next to the table, looking down at me.
"Can I touch your nipple rings?" he asked.
"Sure," I said.
He reached out and gently twisted first one ring and then the other. His fingers felt soft and cool against my chest. "Doc's right," he said. "You're doing very well."
Doc returned with some plastic packets which he opened standing at the counter with his back to me. I heard the metallic sound of the rings being dropped into a tray and then the sound of liquid being poured. I figured he was soaking them in disinfectant.
He came back to the table and removed the rings in my tits. Then he took a tapered metal shaft from an instrument tray and gently inserted it into the piercing in my right nipple.
"This is a stretcher," Doc said as he worked it in. "It'll open the piercing up a little." As he pushed it in, it began to hurt, not like the sudden, sharp pain of the original piercing, but with a dull, aching sensation. When he had it in place, he removed one of the new nipple rings from the liquid and dipped it in a clear cream.
"This is a number ten," he said. "It may hurt a little for a day or two." He used the end of the ring to push the stretcher on through the piercing, just as he'd done with the original piercing needle when he'd put the first rings in.
Doc was right. I had expected it to hurt when I had the original piercing done, but hadn't anticipated the pain I experienced with each step of the stretching process. The new rings caused a dull ache to spread from my nipple across my chest. It lasted for a day or two each time I moved up to a larger gage.
As I said before, though, there is clearly a very real link between a guy's nipples and his cock. It hurt having the larger rings installed, but it also caused me to get a raging hard-on.
I looked down as my pulsing cock flipped itself back from lying over my balls to lying against my stomach. I guess Doc and Tommy both saw that I was embarrassed by it.
"Don't worry about it, Tanner," Doc grinned. "It's just a natural reaction to having your tits played with. Besides, it will make it easier for me to replace your PA."
When he'd finished my nipple rings, he moved down and removed my PA. "I can move you up faster with your PA," he said. "The piercing in a guy's cock always stretches easier than his tits."
"What gage are you putting in?"
"A number eight."
"Does that mean I can skip a six and go to a four next time?" I'd realized by then that the rings were only available in the even numbered gages.
"We'll see," he said. "Don't be in too big a hurry."
When he finished and turned back to the counter, Tommy continued to stand beside the table, looking down at me. "Your rings look great," he said, his voice low, almost a whisper. He reached out again and twisted the new rings in my nipples, which caused a slight increase in the pain. My cock jumped.
Tommy smiled at me and ran his hand down over my stomach. "Can I touch it?" he whispered.
He ran his hand slowly down until it touched the ring, then gently grasped my cock, running a finger over the slit, where the new thicker ring protruded. I was seeping pre-cum and he collected it on his finger tip. Then, smiling slightly at me, he raised it to his lips and ran it over them like lotion. Just the tip of his tongue came out from between his lips and moved slowly over them.
"Nice," he whispered.
Just then Doc turned back to the table and Tommy stepped away.
"Okay, Tanner," Doc said. "I'll take a look in a few weeks and see if we can move you up again."
"Nope, don't try to go too fast. Just call me when those rings get to feeling natural and a little loose."
"Okay, if you say so," I said. "What do I owe you for the new rings?"
"They're taken care of. Sean covered it."
"Really?" I asked, "for the new rings, too?"
"Yeah, he paid me for everything, including getting you up to the same sizes he wears."
"Wow," I said. "I didn't realize he done all that."
"He's a generous guy," Doc said, "but I guess you know that."
I got off the table and began to pull my clothes on. Doc left me but Tommy stayed. I looked over my shoulder at him as I was pulling up my jeans and saw him checking out my ass.
"So, Tommy," I said, figuring I might just as well try to break the ice, "you work here with Doc full time?"
"Yeah, I run the office and I'm learning how to do tattoos."
"Do you and Doc live together?"
"Well, sort of. We have an apartment upstairs over the shop, but he has a girlfriend and spends a lot of time with her."
Just then Doc's voice rang out from someplace further back in the building. "I'm taking off, Tommy," he called. "You lock up."
"Okay, Doc," Tommy called back.
"See you Tuesday," his father responded.
"Okay. Have a good weekend." There was the sound of a slamming door and
Tommy looked back at me and gave me a shy smile.
"So you're on your own now," I said.
"Yeah. Doc takes off several nights most weeks and almost always over the weekend."
"So Doc's gone till Tuesday?"
"Yeah, we're closed Sundays and Mondays. We don't open again till eleven o'clock on Tuesday."
"So what do you like to do over the weekends?"
"Mostly, just hang out, I guess."
"Would you like to come out to my place?" I asked, "for a swim, maybe."
"I don't swim much," he said, his voice low and his eyes cast down toward my still bare feet.
"Well, just for burgers, maybe. We could watch a flick."
"Yeah," he said, looking up at me and giving me a slight smile.
"It's okay with Doc, you going out with other guys?"
"It's fine, Tanner. I live my own life and Doc lives his. He doesn't answer to me and he doesn't expect me to answer to him."
"So," I said. "How about tonight?"
"I'd like that."
To be continued.