Will It Hurt?

Doc Barnes opened his practice in the mid-70’s, across from the country store and next door to the local Baptist Church, to which he was still a member. He is a local icon, and loved by many. He never married, but participates in many local activities, and church functions. He sponsors the ball teams. He is always the one to go to when a kid has to raise money for Band, or Club activities.

The phone rang as he turned on the lights, and turned over his “Open” sign in the door.

“Hello, Rancor County Animal Hospital, can I help you?” he said into the receiver.

“Hey, Doc, this is Gladis Joiner. I need to make an appointment for Stefan’s dog, Tagger.” She said with audible frustration. “I just can’t take all the mess that dog creates. He’s so wild and uncontrollable, and he’s starting to hump everything in sight.” She added irritably. “He’s finally stopped chewing on everything, so I guess he’s old enough to get castrated. I was talking to Judy Davis, next door, the other day, and she told me how you fixed their dog, and let her two boys watch the procedure. She said whatever you did, changed their lives! Her dog and boys are so much better behaved! Now, I’m not much for blood and guts, but if it will teach Stefan something of the real world, I’m all for it!” She sighed. “I have to work today, but Stefan is out of school. Can I drop him and the dog off, and pick them up later?”

“Sure, Gladis. No problem. You say Judy’s boys are behaving? Those two knuckle-heads were headed for the chain-gang, for sure. Don’t worry about Stefan. I’ll have Andy look after him during and after the procedure. He’s not a problem child, just a curious boy.” He said.

“Hyper is more like it. I tell you what...he’s going to end up wild and unreliable, just like his father. Are you sure he won’t be in the way, hanging out there all day? He can be a handful. Ever since his Dad left us...” she trailed-off, stifling off a sniffle.

“I’m sure you’re doing the very best you can, dear. Don’t worry about it. We don’t have a heavy schedule today, he won’t be in the way, and we’ll be here all day. It’ll be like a field trip for him. Besides, we have plenty of empty cages, if he acts up!” He said chuckling.

“Oh, Doc, you’re such a character. No wonder all the kids love you.” Gladis said as she bid him goodbye.

A little while later; Gladis drove into the parking lot. She let Stefan and a big Rottweiler mix out of the back seat. The dog, frightened from his first car ride, pulled the boy forward, trying to run away. The boy, sitting on the ground, was struggling to hold the leash. Andy, Doc’s young assistant who had come out to greet them, grabbed the leash just in time to keep the little boy from being dragged completely across the lawn.

Gladis turned the car around, hollering out the window for Stefan to “...mind Doc Barnes, and do what he says”, and, “Thanks Andy”; before waving ‘Bye’, with a blown kiss to the boy.

After Gladis drove off, Andy allowed the puppy to relieve himself on the corner bush, then ushered the boy and rowdy pup into the waiting room.

Andy rumpled and smoothed Stefan’s white-blonde hair with a smile, and swatted the boy’s behind to ‘dust’ the dirt off his shorts. He handed the leash to Stefan, then smoothed his ‘T’-shirt and brushed the grass clippings off the boy’s shoulders.

“Have a seat, Buddy. Doc will be ready in a minute.” Andy said gently.

The boy nervously looked around the empty waiting room. There were no other patients waiting; and it felt a little creepy. He knew Doc Barnes from church, and this was his first time inside the clinic. It looked sterile, and old at the same time. Tagger’s curiosity got the better of him, and had to go bumbling around, apprehensively sniffing at everything. Tagger jumped up on the boy’s chair when Andy came to get them.

“Doc’s ready for you, Bud.” Andy said, reaching over to ruffle the kid’s hair again, and patting his leg for Tagger.

“Awl, Man!” Stefan cried; faining anger at having his hair ‘messed up’.

“I’m sure you spent a lot of time on that mop, kid!” Andy laughed at him. “Come on; let’s not keep the Doc waiting.”

Stefan grabbed Tagger’s leash as the pup bolted again. The puppy was nearly full grown, and weighed more than Stefan. Andy had to help pull the dog into the next room. Once in the surgical suite, the dog cowed against his young master, seeking comfort from the strange place. Stefan looked at all the gadgets and bottles, lining the shelves and tables. The room had a peculiar odor he couldn’t recognize. Sort-of smelled like alcohol, but slightly sweet too.

“Hey there Stefan!” boomed Doc Barnes, as he walked into the room. “I see Tagger has grown a bit! You two wearing the same shoes now?” he said with a wink.

“Aw, Doc, Tagger don’t wear shoes! You’re silly!” Stefan giggled.

“Now, you know what we’re going to do today?” Doc asked the boy.

“Mom said you’re gonna fix Tagger?” Stefan quirked.

“Sure are, buddy. Do you know what that is?” Doc asked again, raising his eyebrows at the boy.

“Ah...no Sir,” Stefan replied, a little bashful, rubbing his foot against his other leg.

“We are going to neuter him so he doesn’t get into trouble, and cause unwanted pregnancies that your Mom would have to deal with.” Doc stated. “He’ll be less aggressive, and make a better buddy for you. His breeding isn’t that which many folks around here consider safe.”

“What’s that mean?” Stefan asked.

“Well, he’s obviously part Rottweiler, and maybe some Sheppard. Both breeds are pretty strong, and sometimes unpredictable. So, it’s best he gets fixed; so you and your Mom can be safe around him as he gets older.” Doc said. “As for the neutering, we’ll remove his testicles.” Doc continued; eyeing the boy’s confused face.

“What are his testicles?” Stefan asked, looking at Doc Barnes in earnest.

Andy was standing beside the boy, wrestling with the big puppy, and trying not to laugh.

“These are his testicles, kid.” Andy said, grinning, but desperately trying to keep his composure. “Just like yours,” Andy said while rubbing the pup’s balls.

Tagger loved the attention, and started extending his red penis.

“I never noticed THAT before!” Stefan exclaimed, his green eyes wide open. “Is that his tes-cals too?” he asked, pointing to the dogs knot along the rigid penis.

“No, that’s part of the penis, boy. It expands when the male mates, to insure a proper breeding, and to guarantee conception.” Doc offered, still noticing the boy’s confusion. “Many bitches mate with several dogs, and nature designed the dog this way. The dog’s penis expands so he can ‘lock’ into the bitch’s vagina until his sperm does the job of impregnating the bitch. The longer he stays locked, the better his chances of having her produce more of his offspring.”

“A bitch is a girl?” Stefan asked a little faltering, in the complete innocence of an overly protected child that only knew ‘bitch’ as a curse-word.

“That’s correct, Buddy.” Doc said. “And, a ‘Dog’ is a boy, or Breeding Male, as we should say.”

“Does that bumpy-thingy hurt him?” Stefan asked innocently.

“Well, not being a dog myself, I wouldn’t really know. But I have seen plenty of dogs locked into a bitch’s pussy, and they sure looked like they were feeling pretty good!” Doc said laughing, and then poked Stefan’s tummy.

Stefan giggled again, squirming under the attentions of the older man. Andy rolled his eyes, and shook his head. Doc shot Andy a quick warning stare. Andy straightened up, and refocused on his task of holding the puppy.

“We’re going to remove his testicles, and that ‘bumpy-thing’ will not present itself afterward. He needs his testicles for it to work.” Doc said matter-of-factly.

“Will it hurt?” Stefan asked, his nose wrinkled.

“No, buddy, he’ll sleep through it all. He doesn’t need his testicles to be happy, any more than you do. Testicles only come in handy if you are a breeding male.” Doc said. “Are you a breeding male, Bud?” Doc chided Stefan, again poking the boy.

“Eeww, no way, that’s gross!” Stefan giggled.

“Do you want to see how we do the operation?” Doc asked, with an amused grin.

“I guess so,” Stefan replied.

“Good, then why don’t you slip out of those dirty shorts?” Doc ordered.

“Huh?” Stefan faltered.

“Drop your shorts...we need to keep this table sterile, and you got those things nasty on the lawn. Besides, that way you can see and feel what is happening to Tagger.” Doc explained.

Stefan looked a little confused, but his mother was always harping on him about being dirty around their table at home; it sort-of made sense. Doc was his Sunday school teacher last year, and Stefan had no fear of the older man. Every one of the boys in his class loved him dearly. Doc also chaperoned several camping trips up to the lake each year. Skinny-dipping at the lake, as nightly ‘bath time’, was encouraged by Doc and the other chaperones. Stefan, like most innocent little boys, loved any excuse to run around naked.

Andy looked at the older man, but was met with a cold stare; a warning to ‘mind his place’.

Stefan wiggled out of his shorts with an impish grin, and stepped up onto the table step to get a better look at the intended operation.

“Here...why don’t you hop up here, so you can watch? You can help Andy hold Tagger, and make him feel less afraid.” Doc added kindly, smiling at the boy before lifting his little frame up onto the surgical table.

The table was cold stainless steel. Stefan shivered. His tiny penis retreated into his abdomen. His miniscule testicles followed. Andy noticed the kid didn’t have any underwear on, and grinned.

“Owh, table’s cold!” Stefan chattered.

“It’ll warm up in a minute, Buddy. Why don’t you sit on this towel for now?” Andy offered, grabbing a towel off the shelf. He lifted the boy by the armpits, and placed him on the warmer towel, smoothing out his rumpled ‘T’-shirt, and rubbing the boy’s backside. Stefan crossed his legs, ‘Indian-style’, and held his elbows across his chest. His teeth chattered, but his testicles descended slightly from the insulation of the towel.

“Very good, Boy.” Doc said. “Now, in neutering, we remove these.” He said fingering the dog’s organs. “These are your testicles,” He added, grinning, while reaching over and placing his big hand over the little boy’s hairless groin, and lifting the boy’s little nuts in his experienced fingers. “See how you are very similar to Tagger?”

“I know THAT!” Stefan said laughing, his little penis starting to extend itself from the attention. “That tickles!”

“It’s supposed to, Buddy.” Andy said, quickly grabbing the anxious pup, sliding around on the slick table, also wanting the attention his master was getting. “It still tickles after they are gone, too.”

Doc shot Andy another ‘look’. Andy looked guilty, his face reddened, but he looked quickly back to Stefan, and smiled reassuringly. He placed a hand on Tagger, and a hand on Stefan, while Doc Barnes gathered his tray of supplies for the procedure. He took a syringe, pinched the pup’s skin over his hip, and plunged the needle and its contents in.

“We’ll let that take effect a moment.” Doc stated, turning his gaze to Stefan.

“Eew, I hate needles!” Stefan said shaking his head.

“It’s just a little pinch. See, Tagger didn’t even notice it.” Doc said, rubbing the sleepy puppy’s belly. “It’s just like this,” he said pinching the boy’s arm, and injecting the boy with an equal dose in one quick pass.

“Oh, hey! What ya do that for?” Stefan managed.

“You didn’t even feel that did you? Why don’t you scoot over here, and hold Tagger’s head.” He said as he threw the needles into the ‘Sharps’ container. “Don’t you want to see what we are doing to Tagger?” Doc asked.

“Sure”, Stefan said, already starting to feel the drug, “didn’t know yer wa goin to stick mee too...” he trailed off into oblivion.

Andy caught him as he slumped backward. He slid the boy down prone, right beside his puppy; then looked at Doc Barnes longingly.

“OK, you can play with him a few minutes, while I tidy-up this mutt. Don’t get him dirty.” Doc ordered.

Stefan looked like an angel, lying beside the large puppy, his belly rising and falling in rhythm, making his little penis bob back and forth. Andy kissed the boy’s face, and ran his hands over the small torso, after lifting his ‘T’-shirt up. He rubbed, and then licked the boy’s tummy, before sucking the boy’s tiny penis into his lips, and swirling his tongue in and around the boy’s foreskin. He nuzzled the boy’s legs and feet, relishing the feet, kissing his toes. Stefan smelled like baby powder, or baby soap. He was delicious.

Doc slit the dog’s scrotum open, clamped off the testicles, tied them and severed them in a matter of minutes. It took him a little longer to stitch the puppy back together, and paste surgical glue. He put a muzzle over the dog’s snout and had Andy place him into an empty cage.

Then Doc turned his attentions to the boy. He injected the boy’s groin with anesthetic, but didn’t wait for it to take full effect before making a small cut in the center of the boy’s scrotum. He fished the kid’s testicles out as quickly as he’d done the dog. He clamped them, tied them off, and severed them. He held the clamps for a while to make sure the dissolvable sutures held.

Andy walked back over to the table in time to watch Stefan’s ball-less cords retreat back to where they were born. Andy sighed. He grabbed Stefan’s empty scrotum, and spread it out smooth, so Doc could wipe the blood off and paste the glue over the small cut. He cleaned the boy up, and gently carried him over to the cage beside Tagger, and covered up his nakedness with a warm blanket. Stefan still had his ‘T’-shirt on, but they’d not retrieved his shorts. Andy wanted to make sure Stefan didn’t bleed, and it would be a while before the kid woke up.

“Now, you be a good boy, and I’ll let you have these as a reward.” Doc said; teasing Andy with Stefan’s severed testicles.

Andy walked over to Doc, and ran his hands over the man’s torso, stopping at his pants fly. Doc grabbed his hand and stopped him.

“You can do that later. Right now, tend to the boy, and make sure he gets home safely after he wakes up.” Doc ordered.

“Yes, sir,” Andy replied. He looked up into Doc’s eyes, and kissed him lightly on the cheek.

Doc went on about his day.

After lunch, Stefan and Tagger were coming around. Andy was sitting beside their cages.

“What am I doing in a dog kennel for?” Stefan asked in confusion, a little dazed.

“W-hell, Buddy! You’re awake. Welcome back to the land of the living!” Andy said exuberantly. “I put you in a cage so you wouldn’t run off.” Andy said laughing; as he opened the door. “Naw, I’m just teasing you, Bud. You passed out, and I thought you might want to sleep with Tagger, and I couldn’t put him in the waiting room. We have some pretty big cages, don’t we?” He said grinning at the boy, who had to scoot over to the cage door and allow Andy to help him to the floor.

“Where are my shorts?” Stefan asked, not remembering he took them off.

“They’re right here, Buddy. Don’t you remember, you had a boo-boo?” Andy lied.

“No?” Stefan asked more than replied.

“Yeah, sure you did. See, right here, just like Tagger. We put a bandage on yours, just like his. Now you can get well together.” Andy encouraged.

Stefan frowned at his bandaged scrotum, but not feeling any different, shrugged it off.

Tagger was stirring, and straining to get out; to be where the voices were. He barked, and whined until Andy picked him up and placed him on the floor. He licked his master’s crotch in curiosity. Stefan giggled, and backed up, his little penis wiggling around over the ‘X’ bandage covering his slightly-puffy scrotum. Andy handed the boy his shorts and walked the dog into the next room. Stefan was playing with the dog, sans shorts, when Doc Barnes walked in.

“Well, our patients are awake. Ready to go home Stefan?” Doc asked.

“I guess so. Andy said I had a boo-boo here.” Stefan pointed to his crotch, like it was a badge of honor.

“Oh, Andy just gave you a boo-boo patch because Tagger had one. You can wear it as long as you like. We put some glue on it too, just like Tagger. It will wash off in a few days. By then, you’ll know Tagger is all better and you can go out and play.” Doc said in a sing-song way, smiling at the boy. He placed his hands on the boy’s shoulder, and rubbed his back. “Now why don’t you put your shorts back on, and Andy will take you home. Your Mom will be home shortly. Now, remember, don’t play rough with Tagger for a few days. His stitches might break. When your patch wears off, his will too; and you two can play outside again. OK?”

“Sure, Doc, thanks.” Stefan said as he stepped into his shorts.

Andy handed him Taggers leash, but carried the puppy out to the van. He put Tagger into a cage in the rear of the van, and Stefan into the front seat, and strapped him in.

Gladis drove up as Andy was taking the boy and dog out of the van at their home.

“Tagger’ll be a little groggy for the rest of the day, and won’t want to do too much tonight. Just watch him, and call us if you need us. Keep him indoors as much as possible, and don’t let him run for a few days.” Andy said.

“Did you have fun at the Vet?” Gladis asked Stefan.

“Sure, but I don’t remember all that much.” Stefan said, still a little drowsy.

“He’s had a big day. He passed out during the surgery, and we let him sleep it off in the kennel. Our cages are pretty comfy, aren’t they, big guy?” Andy said tussling the boy’s hair again.

“Awh, Man! Come on!” Stefan giggled, taking a punch at the older youth who ducked backwards.

“He can come around anytime. He was fun help until he passed out,” Andy said smiling, poking back at Stefan. “I had better get back. Doc will skin me if I’m late. See ya, Bud.”

“Well, I guess you’d better go inside and get cleaned up. You and Tagger can take a nap while I fix dinner. And, put that ‘T’-shirt in the wash right away. There’s some blood on it.” Gladis said as she took the dog’s leash from the boy. “I’ll walk Tagger around a while. If he has to stay inside tonight, I don’t want any accidents.”

Stefan walked into the house, shedding his shirt, and shorts on the way. He threw his clothes toward the washing machine, on his way to the bathroom. He turned on the shower. He looked down at his bandage and touched it. His groin looked a little puffy, but otherwise it felt the same as it always had. He finished his shower, and jumped into bed as his mother brought the dog into the bedroom. She caught the flash of his naked butt as the covers settled around him.

“Are you wearing underwear?” She asked, knowing he wasn’t. She reached into his drawer to get him a clean pair, and tossed them to him.

“No skid-marks in my sheets, buddy-boy! I really would appreciate you wearing these briefs I pay such good money for,” Gladis said sternly. “I swear you’re as wild as your father. What if you got hurt and had to go to the hospital? I would be so embarrassed!”

“Aw, Mom!” Stefan sighed as he grabbed the briefs away from the dog. He fidgeted under the covers with the briefs, rolled over and wrapped his arms around his big slobbering buddy.

Tagger was happy to be indoors, happy to be home and back on the bed. Boy and dog snuggled off into dreamland, unaware that any changes took place since the last time they snuggled.

Andy walked back into Doc Barnes’ office, after locking up for the night. He straightened up the shelves and tables, before turning off the surgery lamps.

“Looking for these?” Doc Barnes said from behind.

“What? Oh, no sir,” Andy said seeing the small testicles in the jar Doc Barnes was holding, “Just closing up.”

“Bend over, boy,” Doc commanded as he unzipped his fly. “I’ve been waiting for this all day.”

Andy turned and lay over the surgery table, while Doc yanked Andy’s jeans down to his ankles. He ran his hands over the young man’s ass before roughly penetrating its treasure spot with his throbbing erection. While he took his pleasure in his young assistant’s ass, Doc ran his hands up under the youth’s shirt. He rubbed Andy’s shoulders and smooth chest, then his lower back and stomach; before dropping his hands to the youth’s shriveled penis and smooth nut-less groin.

Andy sighed.