Pedo Cure the interim solution - Sex Stories

Pedo Cure the interim solution

... hustled me out of the room, "That poor man has been wrestling with his sexuality since he was fourteen." "Fucked up the ass by a Pedo?" I asked. "Why, yes actually," the doc admitted. "That's the problem," I said, "He needs a few pints of ale and a season ticket to Trafford Park not fucking Psychiatric fucking bollocks, I'll send Sandra round when he's ready for a screw if you want." "Mr Allthwaite, you don't understand!" he said, but I understood just fine, it was him had the problem. "What's the problem?" I asked, "He paid up front, you don't lose out and you can charge extra for taking the tit implants out." "Oh, well if you look at it in purely commercial terms," he said like there was any other way to treat perverts, "You have a point!" He took me to another room, there was this butch lesbian sat up in bed, "This is Freda, now she is having gender reassignment from female to male." "Don't blame you love," I said, "Christ are you fucking ugly." "Shut your gob wanker!" she replied in a deep growling rasping voice. "Yeah, I see what you mean," I agreed. "So you approve Mr Allthwaite?" the doctor asked. "Oh yes, sure," I agreed, so he showed me round the place, the swimming pool was fantastic, the whole length of the basement nearly, "Christ, that's a bit over the top!" I suggested. "But I like a swim!" he laughed, "Look after number one Mr Allthwaite, that is my motto." "And mine," I agreed. "Then you will endorse my treatments?" he asked. "Depends if that poor sod can take ...

... a piss." I pointed out. "So, shall we have a Coffee, there are wonderful views of the Station from the staff room," the doctor suggested. He was right, there was a bloody good view of the station, and we watched the trains and drank coffee for a bit until the doctor's phone went. "Seems like the brass tube kinked." he said. The pedo was screaming, he was naked from the waist down with his belly all bloated with stale John Smiths, as he tried to straighten his cock out so he could take a leak but every time he tried he couldn't stick the pain, and screamed. "Ahhhggghhh!" he wailed. "Ah, now be still Mr Scheist," the doctor said quietly, "I shall relieve the pain, Nurse!" he shouted "Miss Hastings, the operating chamber please." She helped the Pedo through the door to the room next door, I wondered about scrubbing up but the doctor said it didn't matter with Pedos, ad Miss Hastings let Scheist to a sort of womens birthing chair. Scheist sat down and Miss Hastings strapped him in, "Right!" the doctor said as he wrenched the pedos feet apart and clicked a lever to sprag the ratchet, "A small incision," he said taking a Stanley knife that was lying on a bench and cutting the bloke's ball sac open, blood and stuff oozed out and then he cut summat and a great spurt of piss gushed out. "That's better." the doctor exclaimed, "Is it not?" but the pedo had fainted. It didn't seem to take a minute for the doctor to drag the end of the pedo's piss tube through a hole behind his ball sac. ...