Date: Wed, 13 Sep 2023 16:38:35 +0000 (UTC) From: rollerboy Subject: AMISH ACHERS CHAPTER 12 Amish Achers 12 by rollerboy_1979@yahoo.com We moved back to my penthouse temporarily so I could take Caleb to doctor appointments. I made an appointment for him to see a preeminent urologist at Northwestern Memorial Hospital in the Lakeview area, not far from my place. Tyler stayed home with the dogs while I drove Caleb to his appointment in the Corniche. As we drove the short distance down Lake Shore Drive, Caleb leaned over to me placing his hand on my right shoulder and said, "Gabriel, thou are my Guardian Angel, but I am frightened". I turned to him and said, "My boy, I will by your side, no matter what happens. You are the most important person in my life, and I bless the day I pulled over in Napannee". Tears began to stream down his cheeks from his beautiful blue eyes, and he said, "I love you, my Daddy", and tears began to blur my view. We arrived at the hospital, gave the car to the valet, and as he is known to do, Caleb grabbed the valet's hand and started pumping it saying, "Good morning, Sir, I am Caleb and I want to wish you a blessed day". The surprised valet said, "Oh, thank you Mr. Caleb. I am honored to meet such a famous author". Caleb smiled, and his fears seem to evaporate in that one moment. We walked into the lobby and people started flashing pictures of Caleb, and asking him to pose with them. I must have snapped a dozen or more photographs of my beautiful man/child posing with women from 18 to 70. More than one woman asked if she could touch his pecs, and he readily opened his shirt for them. You always hear about women swooning, well, I witnessed it myself. The squeals and giggles of delight filled the hospital lobby. Caleb looked so cute in his extra large hospital gown, with his firm butt cheeks peeking out in the back. The doctor had him sit up on the exam table and asked him a few health questions after listening to his heart and lungs. Then he had him stand and draw up his gown, which exposed his exquisite equipment, complete with luxurious foreskin that hung well below the head of his penis. The doctor gently palpated his testicles, carefully feeling each testicle, each epididymis, and each spermatic cord. He withdrew his gloved hands from under the gown, and asked Caleb to turn and lean forward on his forearms for a prostate exam. He did so, then the doctor lifted up his gown to reveal his beautiful butt, each cheek perfectly formed, as if off of a Greek statue. The doctor then placed his gloved and lubed right index finger into Caleb's anus, and rested his left hand on Caleb's lumbar region. He carefully felt every quadrant of Caleb's prostate, then withdrew his finger, cleaned the excess lube from Caleb's butt hole, and told him to turn around and sit back down. He said, "Caleb's prostate is normal and that's a good sign, however the lesions on his testicles are not normal. I would like to order a couple of tests, which you can have done right here at the hospital, today. I will see you again in a few hours and make my recommendations, because time is of the essence". That statement sent a chill up my spine, and Caleb just looked at me with a worried look on his face, then said. "Am I alright, doctor?". The doctor smiled and said, "Caleb, you will be as right as rain, don't worry. Just get these tests done and we'll talk later". Right as rain, is a phrase this rural country boy was very familiar with, so he smiled broadly, then gave the doctor a big bear hug. I tried to convince myself that the doctor was ordering these tests and planning to see us later because Caleb was a celebrity, and not because we were dealing with a serious illness. The harsh reality is, Caleb is at a prime age for testicular cancer, and I'm secretly angry at him for not telling me sooner. Caleb had an MRI done by a handsome and masculine gay man who was well aware of who he was scanning; he couldn't stop smiling. Then he had a testicular ultrasound, done by a young woman around his age, and he was visibly embarrassed by that. The girl was dumbfounded when she realized whose scrotum she was going to be scanning and moving around with her hands. You could see that she was flushed, and a bit nervous. She said, "Oh, Caleb, I am honored to scan your testicles", and at that she turned beet red, and so did he! I chimed in and said, "That was awkward", and started to laugh. Pretty soon we were all laughing at the comedy in all this. She had Caleb lay down on the gurney, then she wheeled over the Ultrasound cart, and signed in. Caleb had his hands behind his head as he laid there, looking at her and smiling. She would occasionally glance back to see him looking at her, and would immediately snap her head back to the computer screen. "Okay, now I'm going to apply some lubricant to your scrotum, so it may be a bit cold at first". He jumped slightly as she applied the KY Jelly to his balls, for a seemingly long period of time. Then she took the scanning wand and slowly maneuvered over each testicle. She was watching the screen and pressing buttons, seemingly measure the size of each one. The left one looked a bit larger, and as she scanned she occasionally grimaced. Caleb asked, "How do they appear, young lady?". She hesitated, then said, "They are scanning just fine" in a most non-committal way. Technicians are not supposed to discuss medical issues with the patient, so her response was expected by me, but Caleb sighed in relief. I can just imagine what she spoke about at her weekly "girls night out". We went to lunch and fought off adoring fans as politely as possible, but then, as we were walking back to the doctor's office, a nerdy guy weighing all of 150 lbs, walks right up to Caleb and said, "Hey hillbilly!". Caleb thought he was joking and started to smile, then the nerd said, "I'll bet you fuck your grandmother!", as he poked two fingers into Caleb's chest, which amounts to assault and battery. I laid into the asshole with epithets, many starting with an "F", but Caleb, visibly angry, picked him up under his armpits, and lifted him over his head as if to throw him across the street, then dropped him into a trash can used to collect bagged dog droppings. The crowd around us laughed and cheered. Caleb said to his visibly shaken adversary, "Thou needest to learn some manners", then grabbed the guy's Cubs hat and threw it into a mud puddle, eliciting even more cheers from the onlookers. We simply walked away, figuring we would have many witnesses to prove the nerd was the aggressor. While were were at the hospital, Tyler decided to take a shower, and took Jeb in there with him because he was in need of a bath too. They stepped into the glass enclosure that had a floor to ceiling window overlooking Lake Michigan, with a large planter filled with exotic plants, including some staghorn ferns hanging on either side, which thrive in the high humidity of the shower. Tyler showered and the soapy water glistened on his muscular, tanned skin. Rivers of white suds flowed from his head, down his back, and into his butt crack, framed on either side by two round, muscular gluteus maximus muscles. He then lathered up Jeb from head to toe, making sure he carefully scrubbed his sheath and balls. As he was running his soapy hands over Jeb's scrotum, he marveled at how smooth and soft they were, and nearly hairless. That trained his thoughts on his lover, Caleb, whose own testicles were being examined today. He pictured that beautiful man, down on his hands and knees, with his beautiful scrotum hanging down between his legs, and his pink rosebud just waiting for a dog's cock, or his two lovers. Those mental images made him hard, so he started jerking on Jeb's sheath. Jeb's red rocket began to poke out, and Tyler couldn't resist. He turned towards the window, rested his forearms on the planter ledge, and presented himself to his soaking wet canine lover for breeding. Jeb knew exactly what to do, and mounted this gorgeous man, as the water from the shower set on "Rain Forest", gently fell on them both. It was like two jungle animals performing the mating ritual amongst the exotic plants of the jungle during a monsoon. Jeb humped Tyler, successfully planting his penis deep within the boy, and then the knot started to form, locking them together in this all familiar embrace. The "Rain Forest" program has a mist setting that mimics the high humidity of a tropical jungle, so the mood was set. Jeb stopped humping when the knot formed, and shortly thereafter turned and stood, butt to butt with his human lover deep in the rain forest. Tyler just stayed in that position and watched the sailboats on Lake Michigan, and could see my cabin cruiser and the speed boat at their docs, with our other home, the water intake crib out in the lake. Losing track of time, Tyler turned around to see Jeb disengaging, which allowed much of his canine ejaculate to ooze out of Tyler, who was feeling quite satisfied. In a rather matter of fact tone, the doctor said, "Caleb, I'm afraid you have testicular cancer". I could feel the blood rushing out of my head and I began to feel faint. Caleb, not understanding the gravity of the situation, leapt off the exam table to catch me before I hit the floor. He shouted, "Gabriel, art thee alright?" as the doctor wet a towel to put on my forehead. I opened my eyes to see that handsome, clearly worried young man, with his searing blue eyes, waiting for my reply. "I'm okay now", and I reached up and hugged him tight, and he simply said, "I've got you". The doctor chimed in, "Boys, boys, this is not the end of the world". Then I said, "Doc, aren't you going to do a biopsy to be sure?". The doctor replied, "I'm afraid when testicular cancer is suspected, and all the imaging points to it, a biopsy could risk spreading disease that's contained in the gland. In this case, both are affected". I said, "What's the best course of action, doc?". He quietly answered, "Castration is the protocol", and I fell back into my chair. Caleb simply said, "Gelding?", and the doctor nodded his head yes. He continued, "In this case, rather than do a simply radical bi-lateral orchiectomy by opening the scrotum, we do in inguinally, making two small incisions at the bikini line, then we identify the suspensory ligaments attached to the cremaster muscles, and draw the testes up and out of the incision, leaving two small scars and a much more rapid recovery time, with no bruising". Caleb said, "Cream Master?", thinking he was talking about a brand of cream separator used on the farm. The doctor explained, "The cremaster muscles are the ones that raise and lower the testicles in reaction to cold or heat. The testicles only produce sperm at a few degrees below core body temperature, that's why they are suspended outside of the body, per se. So when it's cold, the cremaster muscle draws them up to warm them, and when it's hot, the cremaster allows them to drop to cool them. It's ingenious, really". Then Caleb exclaimed, "So THATS why they hang so low when I come out of the rain forest!". The doctor had a puzzled look on his face. I just smiled. About a week later, I took Caleb in for his castration surgery. When the young orderly came in to shave and prep Caleb prior to surgery, he looked down to see Caleb was already as bald as a newborn, then said, "Well, I guess my work is done here" and cracked a big smile. It's funny because even though he had nothing to do, he stayed in the pre-op room with Caleb peppering him with questions about the Amish community, even though he had read the book several times. Before he left, he said, "You take care, big guy. You have millions of fans around the world, so you've got a lot to live for". He ran his fingers through Caleb's beautiful hair before putting the surgical cap on his head, while a tear ran down his cheek. The doctor came in before and asked if Caleb would like to have testicular implants after his testicles were removed. He replied, "No, doctor, I do not want any unnatural objects inside this body, made by God". The doctor said, "That's fine. If you decide to have them put in, or your scrotum removed at a later date, that can be done by a plastic surgeon. I'll see you in the OR". I assured Caleb that he will be able to achieve orgasm, and he will still be able to ejaculate, it will just contain seminal fluid from the prostate gland, but no sperm cells. Given that his lovers are males and canines, sperm wasn't going to be necessary; I'm sure millions of fertile women would disagree. He came through the surgery fine, and further testing confirmed that none of the cancer had spread, requiring no chemotherapy, only testosterone replacement therapy. I said, "You'll be able to bulk up even more, and instead of getting your testosterone from your balls, it'll come in a bottle". He laughed. (to be continued) If you enjoyed my story, please support Nifty.org with your generous donations, and look me up as "Rollerboy" under "Authors" on the home page. 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