Date: Fri, 24 Feb 2012 10:32:14 -0500
From: Dawson Spear <dawson.spear@gmail.com>
Subject: The Attorney Chapter 7

I awoke a couple of hours later, got up to a leak.  Master told me that
from now on I would have to squat to pee. Also he would have to help me and
until the wound healed he wanted to take the cage off.  He took me into the
bathroom and told me that I was to sit directly on the rim and not use the
seat as it was reserved for men, except in public restroom where I was to
use one of those paper seats. He used the key and unlocked the cage,
removed it and held my cock, aiming it at the water.  He then put me back
into the cage and suggested that I carry some of the paper liners around
with me.  He fed me some soup and bread and turned off the lights.
Sometime during the night he woke me up and gave me two more pills.  I went
back to sleep with his arms around me.

CHAPTER 7 ~ DAY FOUR

I woke up the next morning with my arms around William.  I was so proud of
him; he had done something that I could never have done; there is no way I
would have had the guts to have stayed the course.  I needed to piss but I
did not want to wake him so instead I lay there and thought how absolutely
perfect life was at the moment.  My baby woke up slowly, stretched and
rubbed himself up against my front.  I still had a hard on.  I asked him if
he was in pain and he said nothing he could not manage after what I had put
him through yesterday.  I leaned up and looked him in the eye realizing
that he was joking.  I decided that two could play that game, so instead of
responding I put my arms around him, pulling him up against me without
touching any of his wounds.  You could tell he was hurting both from the
surgery as well as from wanting to fuck.  I toyed with him and denied him.

We cracked up laughing as we started doing when we were 5 years old.  I
looked him in the eyes and lowered my lips to his and kissed him.  I love
you.  Now get down there and clean my cock and let's shower.  We have an
appointment with Dr. Taylor before we go home."

The drive back was enjoyable and relaxed.  Every now and then I would move
and grimace with pain.  I realized that TJ had been stressed yesterday not
knowing how everything was going to turn out.  We talked about various
things including when I was going back to work.

I said, "I really think that want to take the next two weeks off.  That
would be about a month since Emily's death.  I want a chance to relax,
recover from yesterday and get my arms around what has happened in the last
two and one half weeks.  We can play golf when the pain abates and act like
we are on a honey moon."

William brought up his practice of law and the change in his attitude and
the rest of this week.  I expressed to him my thoughts about his taking
time off.  He said nothing and I was not sure whether he was thinking about
what I had said, agreed with me or disagreed.  I was not sure how to
proceed without finding out his thoughts.  What he said about his change in
attitude and his law practice struck me and so instead of following up on
the schedule for the rest of the week I asked him what he meant.

 Suddenly William asked, "TJ would you be upset if I add all of the bright
colored golf slacks, golf shirts, madras shorts and similar sports jackets
to the pillow case of underwear I am taking to the thrift store tomorrow?"

"No babe, but why?"

"Well I have been thinking about some of the things that you have pointed
out to me, about my ego, wanting to be recognized as a leader and an
important person.  I want to change that; I don't think that is the real
me.  I want to get rid of the slacks, shorts and shirts other than white,
navy and tan.  Those bright colors, being on TV, giving newspaper
interviews and having my name out in front does not mean as much to me as
it used to."

"If that is what you want to do."

"It is not just what I want to do.  You have made me realize that that is
not the true me.  To be sort of blunt about it, and not in a bad way but I
am the bitch not the cock.  It is the cock that should be wearing bright
colors and leading the march, not the bitch.  If it is alright with you I
am going to take one of the pain pills and a nap."

I gave him a pill which he took and closed his eyes.  Lord, I could not
believe it.  I knew that William was smart and insightful but the thought
never crossed my mind that he would be able to recognized so quickly that
he did not need to make headlines, wear the bright colors and to use his
analogy "be the cock of the walk" to be successful and more importantly to
make a real contribution to society.  I still wondered about his thoughts
of his law practice and the rest of the month.

The rest of the drive was uneventful and we made good time.  When we got
home Duke was there to greet us.  I had a doggy door installed so that he
can come and go as he needs to and we had left plenty of food and water for
him for one night.  William was still asleep and I did not wake him until I
had the car unloaded.

I made William spend the rest of the afternoon lying on the bed recovering.
I gave him a pain pill so he would sleep.  I spent the rest of the
afternoon sorting clothes, made a trip to William's home to go through the
rest of the contents to see if there was anything else we needed.

When I returned home he was reading two cookbooks.  He turned to me and
said "Hey TJ, there is something I need to ask you."

"What babe?"

"The Doctor Taylor said that when I had a bowel movement I had to speak
with you about it.  He did not tell me why, and I don't understand, but I
need to take a dump."

"Ok.  Well get up and go into the bathroom and get on the pot."

"You know of all of the things I have had to learn and to accept this maybe
the start of the worst.  I am afraid of what is next.  I mean here I am now
having to sit on the rim of the toilet and you are now supervising my
having a bowel movement.  But a slave's job is not to think but to do as it
is told."

"Smart ass.  The reason that he wants me here is because I need to remove
the cage from your dick, to make sure you don't strain and then to clean
you."

"The cage I understand.  What is with the no strain and the cleaning?"

"Well if you bear down too hard you could negatively impact the taint,
and/or open the wound on your PA.  If that happens then I have to take you
to the emergency room."

"Well don't worry about the strain as it is loose and here it comes.  Sorry
about that."

"Not a problem.  Are you done?"

"Yes."

"Stand up, and bend over."  Using toilet paper I wiped him starting at the
taint would site and wiped backwards away from his scrotum until he was
clean, then took a wet cloth and wiped him and finished with peroxide.
Standing up I washed my hands and put the cock cage back on.  "Any twinges
or thoughts of an erection while the cage was off?"

"No Sir."

TJ got on the bed behind me in the same position we had been in during my
modification, and put his arms around me.  I leaned back into his embrace
and nuzzled my chin against his jaw, licked him and rubbed my ass against
his cock.  I could feel him start to chub up and put the books down,
reached behind me and took hold of his cock and rubbed his balls.  He
moaned as we made out and all of a sudden this pain hit me; my cock had
started to get hard and hit the pins inside the cage.

TJ asked, "Did I hurt you?"

"No babe, my cock is learning about staying soft."

"I could say I am sorry but I'm not."

"The jury is still out as far as I am concerned.  There is no question but
that I have not had an erection since the damn thing was put on me.  I
doubt seriously that I will have one."  I then gently turned over onto my
side, opened TJ's pants, pulled down his underwear and started to give him
a blow job.  He stopped me and stripped down.  His cock was red, hard and
to the extent that TJ produced precum was dripping.  I took in one swallow;
I had to stop, swallow and relax as he entered into my throat.  I slobbered
over him and his sperm gushed out of him.  I purposely let it come into my
mouth rather than make direct deposit, so that I could savor it.  I
squeezed him and made sure I had all of his juice before stopping.  He
smiled up at me and said, "Thanks."

I smiled back and said, "I would let you fuck me but the doctor put my
pussy off limits due to some certain person molesting me."

The little shit.  He is so great and is really trying hard.  With that he
got up and started dinner.  I kept asking him if he needed a pain pill, but
he seemed to be getting better.  While at dinner he brought up the fact
that he wanted to take cooking lessons and did I mind.  "No I don't mind,
but how did you know to bring it up and to ask my permission?"

"Well from what you made me close my checking account and took away my
credit/debit cards so that I am dependent on you for everything."

"Do you have a problem with that?"

"No. No.  I did not mean it as a complaint, just a statement of fact.  I
accept that I am subservient to you in all matters including the finances
and that you are going to dominate my life.  If I was not comfortable with
it I would not have agreed.  Push your chair back a moment and hold your
hand out at this level."

I did so puzzled by what he was saying, William got up from his seat, and
spreading his legs put his scrotum into my hand, saying, "I trusted you to
treat these as you wish; I have agreed that unless you say otherwise I will
never have another erection or orgasm.  If I have agreed to allow you to
exercise that type of control what are cooking lessons or the ability to
write a check?"  I stood up and got behind him.  I hugged him back against
my belly so that I could really hold him up against me.  If I tried to do
it from the front I would have to deal with his teats and the head of his
cock; from the back all I had to do was avoid rubbing his wounds.  He
moaned and moved his ass against my junk until I had to stop him or I would
not have been able to stop.

He cleared the table and the kitchen while I played the voice mail messages
and returned a call and agreed to set up a meeting tomorrow to discuss the
matter further.  William came in and said he was going to go do his
bathroom things and to go to bed to watch television if that was ok.  I
told him I would be there shortly.

As I came into the bedroom I realized that William was still in the
bathroom.  I walked in to find him on the floor looking in a hand held
mirror.  "Is there a problem?"

"Yes.  I think that the taint piercing is getting infected, but I can't see
it."

"Spread your legs and let me see.  I think that you are right.  Let me call
Tom and I will be right back."  I called Tom and he told me what to do.  I
came back into the bathroom, put a towel under William and told him to
spread his legs and to lift his butt up as high as he could.  That did not
really work so I had him go get on the bed, on his back on the towel with
the crack of his ass at the edge of the bed.  I made him hold his legs up,
bending them back towards his head.  I washed my hands, got the peroxide
and some Q-Tips.  I then cleaned the site using gauze pads and peroxide.
The site was red and puffy; using a Q-Tip I cleaned the site of the crusted
material which I know hurt him.  Then using the gauze I pressed on either
side of the site to expel any fluid that was on the inside.  There was some
drainage which I then cleaned using the peroxide and put some antibiotic
cream on it.  I gave William a pain pill.  During the night when I woke up
I put more cream on him.  The site seemed better.  I had told him before we
went to bed that I would not sleep with my cock in him until he was
recovered from the piercing.  He was not happy and asked that I sleep on my
back, allow him to sleep on his side with his head on my stomach, my cock
in his mouth.  I agreed.

DAY FIVE

The next morning we slept in, recovering from the surgery and lack of
sleep.  I was feverish and hurt.  TJ told me to skip my normal morning
routine and to stay in bed. He help me to urinate, fixed me some herbal tea
and after he dressed my wounds he went to the golf club.  The change of
wound for my poor cock was the worst.  The tits weren't so bad; the bars
simply had to be rotated 6 times a day and the antibiotic cream kept on
them; no bandages or other dressings; they were like a burn.  With respect
to the taint ring, first the site had to be wiped down with peroxide to
clean it, then the ring rotated, then the wound had to be opened so that it
could drain, then washed out with peroxide and finally more antibiotic
cream.  The Prince Albert ring was a different matter.  First only Master
could treat the wound site and it had to be done every 4 hours.  Master had
to unlock the cock cage and remove it.  You might not believe me when I
tell you that in the 4 hours between dressing changes the damn crust could
form around the cage, wound site and Prince Albert but it did.  That meant
that the cage had to be detached from the wound.  The pain was almost worse
than the piercing itself.  Then the wound had to be allowed to drain
meaning that the scab had to be knocked off and finally the ring itself had
to be rotated and moved to keep it free from growing back together.  When
all of that had been done, the wound had to be drenched in peroxide and
finally antibiotic cream applied.  None of the wounds could have dressings
as they all had to remain open so as to dry and drain.

I was surprised at the amount of time, patience and pain that was involved
in the change of dressing, wound care and cleaning that had to be done
every 4 to 6 hours.  There was no joint sex in that his cock was totally
out of commission, the front of his body had two substantial burn sites and
there was a wound site just south of his ass hole.  I finally allowed him
to sleep with his arms around me and my cock in his mouth.  The guy was
unbelievable.  I know that he was hurting from the piercings and the
constant movement of the jewelry; he had to be as tired as I was, but he
insisted on sucking my cock; he sucked me off 5 times today.  I finally
asked him if he was ok; he would not look me in the eyes so I had to stop
him and say, "Alright what is going on.  I love the blow jobs don't
misunderstand me but something is just not right."

"I am sorry Master.  I am so much in need of your fucking me.  I need your
cock in me; I can't sleep; I can't eat; I hurt; and as if that is not bad
enough I then get mad at myself because all I am thinking about is me.  It
is supposed to be you I am thinking about; I am trying to make amends."