Forever Boy - 2. Chapter 2

I still don’t know exactly how long I spent in the cage like that but my days and nights soon fell into a pattern.The door would open and I would wake up… My cage with me in it would be hosed down.A first I cowered in the corner while the hose washed down the cage but after several times of this I was told to get into the spray… I had to be cleaned as well.While I shivered and tried to get warm from the bath, he fixed my food because that came next.Two bowls, one with mush one with water I always ate everything offered and drank the whole bowl because as soon as I was done the bowls were removed, and the gag placed back in my mouth.Then he would leave me and I would think… And sleep… And cry.I wanted to go home.I needed to get away, but I was afraid.Sometime later, the door would open again and I would be fed again.There was no contact at all at first.He did not speak to me except to tell me to do something and he didn’t touch me except to move the gag.After I ate the second time, I would be left alone again.I could hear footsteps above me in what I assumed was the house.Often there was more than one set of footsteps.I was weak.The mush sustained me but was not much as far as food went.I rarely had bowel movements anymore, and when I did, they were a soft mush just like the food I ate.I slept a lot. I cried a lot.I missed my family a lot. Then he changed the pattern.

After my second meal of the day, he clicked the leash onto my collar and pulled it.I crawled out of the cage.He was sitting on a blanket or rug on the floor.I went to him and he touched me — my back, my legs, my arms, my stomach and eventually my arse and groin.His touch was purposeful, not soft and stroking, but firm as if he were memorizing my body.Over the next days, I began to look forward to these times.He never did anything indecent, but he touched every inch of my body.I found myself arching my back to his touch, and laying willingly so he could explore the various parts of me.I was never allowed to touch him though.

After time these sessions were two then three times a day.I was so happy… He was no longer ignoring me.The food was no better, nor any more, but I felt better about my situation the more he touched me.The session in the middle of the feedings became longer.Sometimes he would just sit there with his hand over my chest or cock and I would lay, content to have him touching me.

One day he fed me, and then took me from the cage, and instead of leading me to the blanket, he led me to table.“Up,” he said.Weakly I stood but he had to help me, grasping my elbow to keep me from falling.He picked me up and put me on the table.I sat there with my feet tucked to my arse and my knees to my chin, my arms wrapped around my shins.He laid me down on my back and secured me to the table with my hands upward in a Y and my legs spread in another Y.That’s when I heard another voice.A woman.

They spoke in a language I did not understand.He touched me pointing out something on my groin, my chest and my armpits.When she began to smear an ointment on me, I assumed I had a rash of some sort.Her touch was gentle and the ointment cold.

I must have slept because I woke in the cage.I hurt.My hands were secured to the cage near my head and my feet were also secured.There was something between my knees to keep them apart.I was lying on a blanket.I cried out from the pain and He gave me water.The gag was not in my mouth.He told me to lay still and the hurt would stop soon.Later he fed me with a funnel, I swallowed the mush as it filled my mouth and slept some more.For six feedings, he did not take me out of the cage.I did not move from the position I had woken up in.The pain lessened each day, each hour even.Eventually She came back and He took me out of the cage, very carefully and placed me on the table.My skin felt raw still but they sounded happy.There had been a bandage on my groin, under my sack; she removed it, and then pulled at what ever it was covering.Three times, she pulled… I cried out and He stroked my face and told me what a good boy I was.How proud of me he was… Simple praise made me happy.Little did I know how this simple procedure would change my life.