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Part 5: A fine pre-dick-ament by Fred's Angel Tim wandered in to the room to see Paul writhing around on the floor obviously in pain, while Richard stood back grimacing as blood began to flood the carpet. "f---, me mum�s gunna kill me!" Richard cried, trying not to raise his voice too much for fear of his parents hearing him. Tim looked at the bright crimson puddle increasing in size around his little friend�s little friend. He�d never seen so much blood. Not even when he had witnessed that DIY circumcision with the electric pencil sharpener incident that occurred on Year 8 camp. He felt his body sway, then fell flat onto the floor in a faint. Paul lay helpless on the ground, grinding his teeth in an effort to stop from screaming. He looked up at Richard, silently pleading for help. Richard was tearing his hair out as he paced back and forth wondering what to do. His headache that had been threatening before was now pounding inside his skull. He looked to Tim for some suggestions, but suddenly noticed that the big girl had fainted and now lay rather unceremoniously in a crumpled heap. "f--- me dead! What am I gunna do?" Richard asked, thinking aloud. Paul who had been refraining from making too much of a racket from his position on the floor, spoke up. "I don�t give a f--- what you do�just bloody well do something!" he screeched. A few moments later there was a light knock on the door followed by a curious voice. "Are you boys alright in there?" asked Mrs Fidler. Richard looked panicked. He fumbled for the right words to make his mum go and leave them alone. "Umm�yeah�yeah, everything�s fine mum. You go on to bed. We�ll be fine." He paused, silently praying that she would go. "Oh, ok then, dear. Just make sure you all get to bed soon? Goodnight, boys," she replied, before walking back down the hall to her own room. Richard looked back down at his friends on the floor. Why had he agreed to go to that party with them? Why didn�t he just stay home and play Pictionary with his family like he always did on Saturday nights? Paul continued to squirm on the carpet as he held on to the front of his jeans. Although his hands were covered in blood, he was sure he could feel little pieces of his skin still caught in his fly. Tim had begun to stir. Richard walked over to him and lifted him to his feet. "You gotta help," he said simply. Tim felt his stomach lurch as he looked at the blood once more, but he realised he should help his mate. "You stay here while I go get some stuff from the bathroom. Find something to wipe up the blood." Richard went to the door and opened it. After checking that his parents weren�t around, he hurried off tot he bathroom. Tim remained where he was standing. He quickly scanned Richard�s room. For a teenage guy he certainly had a lot of stuffed, pink bunny-rabbit toys. He noticed a baby blue blanket lying on Richard�s pillow. After picking it up he knelt down beside Paul. "Uhh�here. Put this on yer�" Paul grabbed the blanket and pressed it to him. He winced in pain while Tim looked at him sympathetically. Richard came crashing back through the door, his arms laden with all sorts of things. He dropped them in a pile on the floor, before falling to his knees beside his friends. "I got everything I could find," he mumbled as he began sorting through it. Tim started rifling through the stuff as well. "What the f--- is this?" he asked, holding up a white, bullet-shaped object about the size of his little finger. Richard looked at him in disgust. "Stop mucking around and help me!" Paul groaned. His face was ashen and his eyelids fluttered. "We�ll use these," said Richard, opening a packet of Anusol wipes. "They�re for Dad�s haemorrhoids, but I�m sure there�s something good in them." And with that he proceeded to wipe away the blood from Paul�s manhood. Paul squealed, as his raw skin was mooshed around by Richard�s actions. Richard was trying to be as gentle as he could, but it was difficult trying to see what was still attached and what wasn�t, plus the fact he didn�t like the idea of his hand being so close to Paul�s genitals. Who knows what the little fella had; besides strips ripped off his dick. Tim had recovered from his queasiness now, and peered closely at Paul�s groin. He stared at it intently, before opening his mouth�to speak. [What did you think I was going to say? � f.a.] "Hey, um, Paul. Did it always veer off to the right like that?" he asked curiously. Paul looked astonished and endeavoured to sit up and look down, but the sudden pain forced him back against the floor. Richard had done his best to wipe away most of the blood, but what he really needed to do was wash it away. He searched the pile of goodies he�d snatched from the bathroom, and his hand fell on a large bottle of clear liquid. The label had come off years ago, but he assumed it was some sort of antiseptic. Uncapping the bottle, he up-ended it over Paul. Paul sat up suddenly and howled. A sharp, searing pain ran through him. He grabbed the front of his pants, and rolled out of Richard�s reach. He started crying. "What�d you just do, Richard?" accused Tim loudly. He snatched the bottle from a stunned-Richard�s hands, and sniffed the contents. "That�s nailpolish remover you dickhead!" Richard�s mind briefly started thinking why Tim knew so much about nailpolish remover, but then it quickly reverted to what he had just done. "Oh shit! Paul, I�m sorry. Shit." He looked down at the now empty bottle in Tim�s hands. Tim reached over and pulled Paul back towards them. "Quit ya whining ya baby, and give us a look," he said firmly. Paul continued to cry, but relented and let Tim examine him. "It�s not that bad. At least we can see everything now," Tim stated matter of factly. If he hadn�t been in such a huge amount of pain, Paul might have been embarrassed that Tim was staring at him. "Hey, Rich?" Tim asked, turning to his other friend. Richard leaned forward. He was still in shock at what he�d done to Paul. "Look at this. I think that stuff did more than just sting." Tim pointed at li�l Paulie. Richard looked at it carefully, before nodding sadly. "I�m really sorry, Paul." Their friend looked at them, the concern clearly showing on his little face. "What?" he asked worriedly. "Well, I don�t know how to tell you this mate�" began Richard. Tim interrupted. "Between getting caught in yer zip and that s--- he poured on ya, it seems to have taken off yer pubes." Paul looked scared, then embarrassed as he realised what they�d said. He lowered his head as his face flushed bright red. He mumbled something under his breath, but they couldn�t quite catch it. "What�d ya say?" asked Richard. Without raising his head, Paul spoke a little more clearly, repeating what he had said. "It wasn�t that. There was nothing there to take off." |
