PKP

Father finds fulfillment 3

"Simon Horniman?" asks the nurse behind the hospital's admission desk. "Simon Peter Horniman?"

If Dad's surname doesn't crack people up, its combination with those two "holy" personal names usually does the trick.

"Yes," sighs Dad. "That's me."

"The Doctor will see you in a minute. Please take a seat."

That's easier said than done. Dad is packing a special load this evening, which is making it a tad uncomfortable to sit down. And it is all the result of his fixation with his business partner's penis.

As weeks passed in the evolving, three-way relationship between Dad, me and his partner, Alex, my Father began to dream up new ways to bind himself closer to Alex' enormous wang.

First he took a cast of that throbbing monster and had a rubber dildo made of it. He arranged to have a foam-lined hole put into it so he could stick his own cock in and walk around with a replica of this lust-object attached to his dong.

Eventually, this wasn't enough for him – so he had another cast made in heavy, latex foam so he could walk around all day with his lover's cock buried deep in his asshole. In theory, this was the fulfillment of Dad's big dream: permanent, excruciating buggery.

In reality, it didn't quite work out the way it was planned. Sure, it was simple enough to have Alex work the giant dildo up Dad's rectum but the problem is that, when it was in it wouldn't come out. He'd neglected to have the blunt end of this massive tool tapered so it could be more easily excreted. Once the blunt end of the dildo disappeared into his asshole, the lips of his anus snapped shut over it and – try and try as he would – there was no way it would come out through simple bearing down.

So here we are the local hospital waiting for a Doctor to have a try at removing it without doing any permanent damage.

Eventually, a young intern comes into the waiting area and calls Dad's name, one eyebrow lifted archly at the sound of it. Since Dad is still standing there, he simply walks across to the Doctor and presents himself.

"Come with me, Mr. Horniman," says the young Doctor. "My name is Daniel Lipschitz."

"He's got no reason to sneer at the other people's names," I thought to myself as they disappear into a private examination room, leaving Alex and me gazing after them.

Inside the private room, the Doctor asks Dad what seems to be the problem. My Father had already decided that it was pointless trying to be delicate about the situation so he came straight out with it.

"Doctor, I've got an especially large dildo up my ass and I can't get it out."

Apart from a slight widening of his eyes, Dr. Lipschitz didn't make a single wrong move.

"I see," he said. "And how long has it been there?"

"Just since tonight," said Dad. "I've tried trying to shit it out but it just won't budge and I'm beginning to worry about a bit of traffic congestion building up behind it, so to speak."

"Quite right, quite right," says the Doctor. "Well, I guess we'd better take a look, eh? By the way, it isn't made of anything breakable, is it?"

"No, its solid latex," says Dad.

The Doctor has Dad take off his clothes and crawl up on the examination table with his head and torso pressed against the vinyl surface and his ass sticking up in the air, aimed squarely at the Doctor's face.

"You've got a fine looking ass there, Mr. Horniman," says the Doctor.

"Gee, thanks Doctor," says Dad – though, it has to be said, with a touch of sarcasm in his voice.