Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 90721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90721 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 454(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
“Dispatch, this is Medic three. We’re going to need a couple of blue and whites out here.” I said as I crossed over the threshold.
“10-4. Dispatched. They’re about three minutes out.” The dispatcher relayed.
Somewhat comforted, I followed the sound of Winter’s questioning voice, avoiding the hoarders nest as I walked through the path. The place was one of the worst I’d seen. It was piled high with what looked to be trash.
Newspapers stood about waist high down the pathway, with old cardboard boxes and trash interspersed throughout. In the corner of the room, I could make out the faint outline of a couch, covered nearly completely with old paperback books.
In another corner was about five of those very old boxy TVs that had the wooden frame surrounding the edges of the screen, piled two and three high. Then there was the kitchen.
That was where Winter was, standing beside what I could guess was once a kitchen table, except it was covered completely with dirty dishes, and black garbage bags.
“If your girlfriend didn’t fall, Mr. Sutton, then I am unsure what exactly you needed us for.” Winter tilted her head in confusion.
Mr. Sutton’s gaze turned to me, and then back to Winter before he finally explained. And rocked our worlds.
“Well, I was pissing earlier when I saw bugs on my dick. I didn’t want them to get into my blood and start eating my heart, so I made sure they couldn’t.” He said, gesturing to his dick with a tilt of his head.
We’d be adding psychotic to the list. Gotcha.
Winter looked down where my gaze was already fastened before lifting her eyes back up to Mr. Sutton’s face. “Well, that’s unfortunate. Can I ask what you did to...um...block off the entry with?”
Now this is the point where a paramedic’s job became interesting. You wouldn’t believe the utter amount of bullshit that we paramedics have to go through on a daily basis. This was nothing for us.
“Zip ties.” He answered.
We blinked.
“Would it be possible for us to see the, um, infected area?” I asked with as straight of a face as I could muster.
“Sure.” He answered, and dropped the sweat pants that he was wearing.
Words really couldn’t explain.
“Umm, sir, can you explain your thoughts as you did this?” Winter asked as I took a step back.
The area really looked quite...agonizing. What he did was use industrial sized zip ties around his cock and balls. But he didn’t just stop at one. No, not Mr. Sutton. He went all out, being doubly sure. He had a zip tie on at least every quarter of an inch or so, spanning the entire span of his penis.
Then there were his balls. Those only had one zip tie around the base of his scrotum where the skin descended from his body.
The coloring of his balls and dick was what was most concerning. They were a deep, dark bluish purple, indicating that the area hadn’t received blood flow in quite some time.
Every single one of the zip ties were tied as tightly as they could go. He was really sure that those bad cooties weren’t getting into his blood.
The cops arrived around the time that both Winter and I were getting a clearer look at the ‘affected’ area. The two men, both beat cops, were seasoned cops. So when we sat back and let them get a look, they didn’t burst out laughing, but they did shudder.
“Holy shit. That’s gotta hurt.” The older of the two surmised.
I silently agreed.
“You can go ahead and lift your pants, Mr. Sutton. We’ll give you a ride to the hospital. Is that okay?” I asked him.
At his assurance, we left the house without incidence, and Mr. Sutton made himself comfortable on the bench seat in the ambulance. How he could sit with his dick and balls hideously bound like that was beyond me.
As we arrived at the hospital, and Winter gave the report, a crowd of ER nurses and doctors started congregating around the area, waiting for their chance to get a look at the man that had zip tied his dick and balls.
Jesus, we were all morbid.
The cops followed us to the hospital, and made a note of our concerns before following up with the man and his heart-eating bugs.
“Do you think it was because they were playing some sort of kink games in their sexcapades?” I grinned devilishly at my partner.
Winter snorted. “I really don’t want to know. Now let’s get our asses back to the station. We get off in five.”
Miraculously, we made it back to the station and our vehicles without being called back.
Which was freaking awesome since I had plans with a certain man and his son.
***
Johnny was a bundle of energy if I’d ever seen one. The boy was just nuts. He barely ever slowed down, and when he finally did, it was because he was sleeping.
The boy slept in the weirdest of places too. It’s like the need for sleep caught him during a weak moment, slowing him down long enough for him to realize his exhaustion, which, inevitably, left him sleeping the weirdest of places.
Which was why when I found the young boy sleeping on the trampoline in Sebastian’s backyard, I wasn’t surprised. Someone, most likely Sebastian, covered him up with a beach towel, and zipped up the safety nets so he didn’t roll off in his sleep.
I found my man down at the dock with a Cane fishing pole at his feet, and a beer in his hand.
“How are they biting tonight?” I asked as I wrapped my arms around his neck from behind, giving his neck a kiss.
His free hand came up and wrapped around my bicep. “Pretty good, actually. The mosquitoes, too. Spray some bug spray on real quick.” He said, pointing at the can of spray on the dock beside him.
I was like a honing beacon to all mosquitoes. I’d be outside for all of seven seconds before I sported no less than twenty bites. Which was why I’d doused myself in the car before I’d even gotten out.