Thomas Shorts: Last Chance
#1 of Thomas Shorts
"Do-Doctor, please! There's people out here!"
Using his loudest whisper, the mouse pleaded with the rhino as he was wheeled down the hospital hallway while strapped into a rolling chair, legs spread and entire body completely exposed.
Dr. Stone stopped his tuneless whistling to respond to the distraught patient whose chair he was pushing along from behind.
"What's that, boy? Speak up! I can't understand a word you say when you mumble!"
Of course the doctor heard the former law student perfect well, but it brightened his day considerably to force the bound and naked rodent to draw attention to himself by begging. This particular medical facility didn't suffer from the crush of people that many similar places did, but the building was still a far cry from seeming empty or abandoned. They'd already passed three or four dozen individuals: doctors, nurses, patients, and Product. And even a couple Masters, one of whom licked their lips in desire upon spotting the restrained mouse.
For the shy slave, this long, slow-paced stroll through the hospital was utterly miserable and indescribably embarrassing. Not only was he unable to hide any part of himself from the eyes of the shameless strangers who openly gawked at him, worse still Dr. Stone had insisted on giving him a half-hearted handjob before wheeling him out of his private room! Compounding the mortification that he felt over being mostly hard while being out in public, the damned chair seemed almost designed to bump and toss, causing the anxiety riddled mouse's cock to flop about wildly at any given moment.
"Please, sir! Can't I have a gown or even a blanket! They're all looking at me!"
"Of course they're looking at you, Robert. Your lewd boy bits are swinging around every which way. They're probably just worried you're going to sling pre-cum on their clothing, you horny slut."
As for the adolescent's request for covering, the rhino decided to pretend he simply didn't hear it. He had long ago decided that there were times that this was the simplest and best way to deal with Product who felt entitled.
Not giving up on his tactic of imploring anyone and everyone he came across to hear him out, the mouse whined to the surgeon, "But sir, I keep telling you, I'm not Robert! My name is Thomas! Robert was my roommate at school, but I'm not him! I'm not the one you want!"
Stifling a yawn with his fist first before replying, Dr. Stone eventually got around to telling Thomas, "Yes yes, so I recall you explaining... with some regularity, might I add. I'm sure it's just a complete coincidence that you had Robert's ID and possessions on you, and that you showed up to the private meeting set up by Robert while simultaneously failing to represent or identify yourself as 'Thomas' at the time. I'll grant you points for sticking to your story, but I award you no points for credibility. Now be quiet we're not too far from the surgery room. I must begin focusing on the upcoming procedure."
It goes without saying that the doctor had already checked out the boy's story and found that, surprisingly, he was indeed telling the truth. Despite consistently dismissing Thomas' story as a fabrication wherever the lad pleaded his case, Dr. Stone had known for days that the mouse wasn't in fact Robert.
Based on the slave's story this Robert fellow had somehow tricked him into temporarily taking his place in a meeting with Organization members. A meeting that ended up with those very members bringing the mouse in as Product. The rhino had a hunch that this 'roommate' of Thomas' had thrown him to the wolves, so to speak.
But, while curious enough to dig in further to the story, he saw no point in letting the mouse find out that he had figured out the truth. Especially not when the boy's mewlings were so delightfully pathetic.
Seeing the mouse's mouth open again for yet another round of whining, Dr. Stone decided to stop in the middle of a semi-crowded lobby and tell Thomas, "I need to use the bathroom. Wait here. I'll be back in a bit."
"Si-sir, no! At least face me towards the wall or..."
Blushing yet again, Thomas realized it was too late. The doctor had already left him directly towards a group of people, half of which were already eyeballing him.
"Please don't look! I'm sorry, I -- I..."
The mouse trailed off. Not only did he not know what to say, it quickly became obvious that addressing the crowd only resulted in more heads turning in his direction and more cruel smiles.
One of the men, a large moose, was practically eye fucking the bound rodent. Standing up from his chair in the corner, the suited man casually walked over before stopping directly in front of the slave.
"So... what's your story, cutie?"
Almost predictably, Thomas gave the same tired narrative he told anyone who paid the slightest bit of attention to him. That while, yes, he was a law student, he wasn't Robert! That this was all a case of mistaken identity and that he shouldn't be here. And on and on and on.
Patience exhausted, the formal looking moose cut Thomas' story short.
"Yes, that's all very well and good, but I meant what is the story with your surgery? I mean, they usually only use that chair for castrations. You getting your nuggets taken off your hands, my little beauty?"
The law student's only response to that was stunned silence. The thought that he might actually suffer permanent harm from these people hadn't seriously crossed him mind. Until now.
"Oops. By your face it looks like no one had told you yet. Well... that was very crass of me, so please accept my sincere apologies. Here... let me make it up to you."
Taking a knee in front of Thomas' chair, the weighty moose leaned down and placed two gentle kisses on the mouse's sack, one for each ball, before softly saying, "Goodbye my star-crossed sugar plumbs."
The lad could only mutely stare as the kneeling man's impressively sized antler rack waved and bobbed in front of him.
Standing back up in front of the silently panicking student, the man said, "And goodbye to you as well, my delectable cutie. Oh, and tell Dr. Stone that Mr. Kessel will stop by and see him later, when he's available."
Strolling away the moose grabbed a magazine off the desk to peruse while he waited before sitting back down in his seat.
A couple minutes later Dr. Stone returned and the pair resumed their journey towards the surgery room.
Mouth dry with fear, Thomas eventually worked up the courage to say, "Dr. Stone... this man... a moose, he-- umm, Mr. Kessel, he... he said--"
"Out with it, slave. What did Mr. Kessel say?"
"He said that you were going to castrate me! That can't be right, can it? All doctors have to take an oath, I mean! 'Do no harm'!"
"Don't you dare lecture me on ethics, you worm. You were the one studying to become a lawyer, of all things. As for your question regarding the procedure, I'm afraid I can't discuss the specifics with you."
Beginning to tug and pull at the bonds around his wrists, thighs, and neck, the boy practically shrieked, "I don't understand! Why not! What are you going to do to my balls?!"
With the utmost calm, the rhino pushed the mouse into the prepared surgery room and said, "I can only discuss procedure details with Mr. Robert. Since you insist you aren't him, I'm afraid you'll just have to find out after you wake up from the anesthetic."
Freaking out to the extent that he wasn't thinking clearly, Thomas shouted, "Okay, I give, I'm Robert! Just, please, tell me! Don't castrate me! I'll do anything!"
"Ahh, I see, well that changes things, doesn't it, Mr. Robert. To answer your question then, no, you are not currently scheduled for castration surgery. This particular procedure is just a few minor improvements that were spelled out in your personal medical chart. There's nothing to worry about. Please relax."
Breathing the biggest sigh of relief of his life, the young mouse's chair was placed in the center of the room.
Addressing the male lion nurse who stood head held bowed in the corner, Dr. Stone ordered, "Nurse Pussycat, milk a load out of our anxious Product here. In fact, make that two loads since he seems to be so on edge. If his chart is to be believed, he hasn't gotten off since being admitted three days ago."
'And who knows how long before that,' the rhino omitted from saying out loud.
From the doctor's point of view the mouse's mental state didn't have as much to do with the his command as did the thought that this would probably be the last climaxes the boy would enjoy for a long while. Dr. Stone liked to think of himself as being as benevolent as he was intelligent.
Responding with a respectful, "Right away, Dr. Stone," the handsome maned lion got on his knees before the now much calmer mouse, taking the boy's sack in one hand and his shaft in the other.
While using his friendliest voice, Nurse Pussycat stroked Thomas' length and told him, "Don't worry, honey, you're in good hands now. Just close your eyes, relax, and let me make you feel nice, handsome."
Behind the mouse, the rhino wheeled a surgery cart over beside the law student's chair. As Thomas had already closed his eyes from the sensual pleasures the attractive nurse was giving him, the youth didn't notice the tray full of needles, scalpels, razor blades, and piercings.
