Vignettes From A Captive
I won’t bore you with every little detail of my time at the White House. For the most part, it was pretty boring. I ate a lot of McDonald’s and my double cheeseburger gut came back.
I was mostly kept in places that didn’t have windows and was left alone until the President needed my services.
I’ll just fill you in on what I feel are the most important parts.
Two months in, my penis got sore and there was a red painful bump on it. It made peeing a bitch but since I didn’t have to clean the bathroom, I really didn’t care if my aim was good. I tried not touching it but I did request to see the doctor.
I was hoping that the President didn’t somehow give me herpes.
The doctor, probably the same one that was supplying the boner pills, looked at the sore on my dick and chuckled.
“It’s just a zit,” he told me.
“A zit? On my dick?” I questioned. I don’t think I’ve ever heard of a guy getting a pimple on his penis. Maybe I should have stayed in school. I blame Timmy from Passions.
“Yes, it’s just acne,” the doctor chuckled again. “You should wash your hands before playing with yourself.”
“It’s not my hand that was doing the playing,” I responded with a bit of bitterness in my voice.