By Sea Dog

Sammy mostly worked the late shift at Pop’s Stop and Shop in Avon when he got the drunks and the late night weirdoes. He was so glad when his shift ended at 2 a.m. and he was able to go home to his boyfriend, Albert, who worked at the Buxton Pharmacy. Sammy was very small for his age. He was twenty-two, but he stood only five feet four inches and weighted 125 pounds. The tougher beach guys gave him a hard time about the way he looked, how little he was, the fact that he was effeminate, and that he was gay. The construction workers were the worst. There was one guy in particular who with his buddies taunted Sammy relentlessly.

“Hey, little guy been sucking any beef jerky or Penrose sausage lately.” Billy Jones, a big red-faced construction worker with bushy red hair, in his late twenties said to him. “I bet you’d like to suck on this.” He said, with a gravelly voice, lewdly grabbing his crotch. Billy was a beefy guy who had big arms and chest, but skinny legs, like a weight lifter who is out of balance. It was also obvious that Billy was well endowed. Usually Sammy saw Billy with his friends late at night when he was drunk, coming into the convenience store for beer and cigarettes. When Sammy worked during the day Billy came in sometimes at lunchtime, bought a refrigerated sandwich, hamburger or hot dog and heated it in the microwave to eat.

Sammy had a little secret, in the stock room was a little hole that conveniently looked across the urinal in the men’s room. He enjoyed looking at Billy’s beefy ten inch penis and fat hairy balls, when he went to the rest room, which was about every time he came to buy beer.

One night Sammy had finished the night shift and as he was walking to his car, it was very dark, and before he knew it someone tackled him to the ground and put a sack over his head. Quickly his hands were tied behind his back and his feet tied together. Two guys lifted him up off the ground and threw him in the back of a pick up truck. Someone sat in the back with him, laughing. The laughter sounded familiar. It sounded like one of the construction workers who hung out with Billy, then he heard a gravelly voice coming from the cab on the truck and he knew.

They drove him to a convenience station at the Canadian hole on the sound side of the beach in the Cape Hatteras National Seashore. The park service convenience stations had outdoor showers, sprays to wash sand off your feet, and changing rooms. The men and women’s bathrooms had toilets that were positioned above open pits where the waste collected as raw sewage until it could be pumped out, much like a giant port a john. The odor was pretty bad, but they tried to mask it with perfume sprays. It was out in an undeveloped part of the beach, so there was no sewage treatment.

Sammy felt the truck stop, then two guys must have gotten out of the cab, one took his shoulders and one took his feet.

“This is going to be cool.” He heard the gravel voiced guy say.

Sammy had an idea of what was going to happen to him now. They took him into the women’s bathroom. When they opened the door, Sammy knew exactly where he was. He began to struggle and shout.

“Shut up you little fuck.” The guy with the gravel voice said. “If you don’t be quiet we’ll kick the shit out of you.”

Sammy quieted down, he knew the guys could really do some damage if they wanted. They were big and he was little and they could beat the shit out of him, so decided to keep silent. He thought he knew what they were going to do to him.

“I have always wanted to see if someone could fit through that toilet seat and into the shit hole.” The guy with the gravel voice said.

Then they untied Sammy’s arms and lifted them over him and forced his feet through the open toilet seat and dropped him into the open pit. It stank to high heaven. He stood up covered to his waist in the foulest liquid he had ever known. He pulled the hood over his head and looked up through the oval hole. He could not see their faces in the dark, but he could hear their voices and he knew who they were. Then one of the guys pulled out his dick and began to piss on Sammy as he stood in the shit hole. He could see the long penis outlined in the dark. He had seen this one before. Then the two other guys pulled out their dicks and began to piss on Sammy.

“You thirsty.” The guy with the big dick said, spraying urine all over Sammy’s face. “Drink it, it is good for you, you little queer.”

Sammy didn’t know what to say, what could you say, so he was silent, until he said. “I’ll get you bastards for this. Just wait, when you least suspect it. I will get you.”

“First you got to get out of the shit hole, queer.” Said the one with the gravel voice. Then the guys left. When the sun rose, Sammy began to yell. Finally about 7 a.m. the park service employees who cleaned up the convenience station heard his cries and opened the door and looked down the toilet to see him standing in the pit.

“Oh, my God!” he said. “How the hell did you get down there?”

“Well I didn’t jump in if that’s what you think. Some assholes put me down here.” Sammy said. Finally the park service ranger was able to drop a rope to Sammy and with the help of another guy they pulled him out.

“Yuck.” The ranger said, looking at Sammy as he dripped with the foul brown liquid. Sammy walked to the outdoor shower to rinse off. It took days before he finally was rid of the smell of that place. He did not confirm his suspicions to the police about who did this to him. Instead he plotted his revenge.

“I heard you got thrown down a shit hole little guy.” Billy Jones said the next time he came in the convenience store.

“How did you know that?” Sammy asked.

“Everybody is talking about it up and down the beach. It is no secret. I heard they don’t know who did it.” Billy asked, fishing.

“That’s right, it was too dark. I couldn’t see their faces. I wish I could find out who did it though, the bastards. I want them to pay.” Sammy lied.

“If I hear anything I’ll let you know, shithead.” Billy laughed and paid for his beer.

Sammy lived with Albert in a mobile home in Buxton. Albert was about five six and very round. He was a sweet guy, with long stringy black hair, but he loved to eat. He worked at the pharmacy and had access to all kinds of neat stuff. Stuff that Sammy needed if he wanted to get even with Billy Jones. Albert and Sammy plotted and planned what they would do. Albert got some chloroform, Lidocaine, cotton, rubber medical tubing, scalpels, crazy glue and some simple twine.

Sammy decided to bide his time. His target was Billy Jones. He thought he knew who the others were, but he was sure of Billy Jones. Fortunately late one night Billy staggered in the store and wanted to buy a twelve pack of Miller Lite.

“Give me pack of Marlboro’s too.” Billy slurred as he walked up to the check out counter. “Hey queer boy, you want some of this?” he said grabbing his crotch. “I bet you give good blow jobs.”

Sammy didn’t say anything. Billy was drunk and obnoxious and probably couldn’t get it up anyway. If he thought he could have trapped him this way he would have tried, but not tonight. He called Albert to pick him up. After the last time he was kidnapped he decided he wasn’t going to leave the store alone anymore.

When Albert drove up, they saw Billy Jones slumped over the wheel of this pick-up truck with the engine running and country music blaring.

“This is our chance.” Albert said, looking around at the bag he kept on the back seat at all times.

They quietly sneaked up on Billy to see if he was awake or passed out. He looked passed out then they put the chloroform on cotton and put it over his nose and mouth. He was out now. They opened the car door, turned the engine off and tied up his legs and arms and put a black sack over his head. He was heavy but the two boys lifted him up and put him in the trunk of Albert’s car.

From there they headed to the park service comfort station at the Canadian hole. It was two a.m. and no one was out. The moon was almost full, so there was light. When they parked the car they opened the trunk and with some difficulty picked up Billy’s limp body and tied him up to the shower post in the middle of the comfort station. They tied his arms above him and his legs to the blue post. His head hung limp with the black sack over it. Sammy then pulled down Billy’s shorts and his white boxers with little red hearts on it, revealing his big ten-inch dick, as thick as a beer can; even when soft, it was huge. Albert then wrapped the rubber tubing as close to the base of it as he could and pulled it tight. He then applied a line of crazy glue where the tubing met the flesh to make sure it did not slip. Sammy then bent down and took the big fat head of the limp dick in his mouth.

“I am taking him up on his invitation. I want it to be really hard when we take it.” Sure enough it began to stiffen and rise responding to Sammy’s expert tongue action.

“I want some too. “ Albert said, taking the hardening penis in his mouth. Then once they got it really hard, Albert tied the twine around the shaft just above the rubber tubing and pulled it really tight, then he applied a line of crazy glue around the twine to secure it. He then slathered Lidocaine on the area that they planned to cut. Albert pulled a scalpel out of its sterile wrapping.

“I assume that you want to do the honors.” Albert said, handing the scalpel to Sammy.

“Indeed.” Sammy said, “but I wish he was awake and knew what was happening to him.”

When the Lidocaine had enough time to take effect Sammy put the sharp end of the scalpel between the two bands and began to cut upward. It took a while, but soon the shaft came free. Sammy dangled it from the twine. It glistened in the moonlight long and hard with a big flared head.

“Wake up you bastard,” Albert said, slapping Billy’s face.

Billy then began to shake his head. “What the fuck. Where am I?” He asked, waking up.

“Like the taste of your own dick head?” Albert asked, sticking the severed penis in Billy’s mouth. Billy did not know Albert or his voice. His head was still covered.

‘What the fuck was that.” Billy said, disgusted. He still did not feel the cut. “Did you just stick your dick in my mouth, you goddamn queer.” He began to fight his restraints.

“No, I put your dick in your mouth. You know what I’m going to do with it now. He opened the door to the women’s toilet. The odor made it obvious where they were. I am going to drop it down the shit hole.” And with that Sammy and Albert went into the toilet. They laughed out loud then came out and loudly shut the door. “If you want it, you’re gong to have to get it.”

Then they drove off, leaving Billy hanging from the shower pole, wondering what had just happened to him. When the Lidocaine began to wear off, he knew, as the pain hit him. Then the sun rose and the park service employees found him tied to the shower head, with his pants down around his ankles and a raw stub wrapped with rubber tubing over his big swollen balls where his dick had been. When they untied him he told them what had happened and where they had thrown his dick. He had read about reattaching dicks after they had been cut off and he begged the rangers to go into the shit hole and try to find it.

“I’m not going down there.” The park ranger said. ‘I’ll look with my flashlight, but I ain’t going down there.” He took out a flashlight and shined it down into the shit hole. It was a horrible brown mess, but he didn’t see anything that looked like a severed penis. Billy then took the light and thought he saw something. He forced his head and shoulders through the narrow opening and reached down into the muck to try to reach it. The rangers held his legs. It was a tampon covered with goo. He reached around some more but had no luck. When he came back up, his arms were covered with the stinking brown slop.

“Boy, I think we need to get you to a hospital.” The ranger said. Billy fought him.

“You’ve got to find my dick. It is still time to take it to the hospital and reattach it.”

After they took Billy to the hospital, they came back and looked around some more with the flashlight, but they couldn’t see anything. If it had been thrown in that mess it would be impossible to find.

Billy recovered in the hospital, but he had lost his penis. His pride and joy.

A few weeks later, Billy came into Pop’s Stop and Shop for lunch when Sammy was working.

“Hey shrimp. How’s it hanging?” Billy asked.

“It’s still hanging.” Sammy said, ironically. At least he had one to hang.

Billy got a hot dog out of the cooler and started to put it in the microwave. But the microwave was running, when the bell rang. Billy opened the oven found a steaming hot dog in a foot long bun.

“Someone left a hotdog in here.” Billy asked Sammy.

“The guy left in a hurry. You can have it if you want it.”

Billy hadn’t unwrapped the dog from the cooler. He was cheap and the hot dog in the oven was steaming hot so he took it out. It was slathered with chili, ketchup and mustard. He picked it up and opened his mouth to take a bite. Hanging out of the end of the bun looked like the head of a penis. He looked at it again, and low and behold it was a penis. It was about ten inches long and was steaming hot; the penis head was purple and swollen, dribbling juices from the piss slit.

“What the fuck?” Billy said, holding it out for Sammy to see. “Is this what I think it is?”

“What the hell?” Sammy said, feigning shock.

Then Billy began to look closer. He took the penis out of the bun. It looked familiar. My God, he thought, this looks like my dick. The head was unmistakable. He knew his own penis. It was too late to take it to the hospital. It was too late to save it or have it reattached. It had been cooked.

“Where did you say the guy who left this here went?” Billy asked.

“He ran out the door in a big rush, and left that in the microwave. Should we call the police?”

“Naw, if he didn’t want it. I may as well take it.” Billy put it back in the bun and wrapped it up in a wax paper wrapper. He then took the penis dog out to his truck. When he got into the truck he looked at it again. It looked good, steaming hot, covered in ketchup and mustard and chili. He decided if he couldn’t have it, no one else could either. He took a bite of the head. It tasted good; then he took another bite, then another and another until he had eaten it all. So that is what happened to it, he thought. Someone must have found it and saved it and cooked it. Now it was his again. It was gone, but it was a part of him again.

Sammy smiled. When he and Albert cut Billy’s penis off, they acted like they threw it into the shit hole. But they decided to keep it instead. They took it home and put it in the freezer. Sammy took it to the store hid it in the beer cooler, and waited for the perfect time to bring it out. That happened today and Billy took the bait. It was too perfect, he thought as he looked through the window watching Billy eat his own penis. Too perfect!