Note: The themes of this story relate to a hateful, racist character. If this will be offensive to you, do not read this story.
Ruben jolted awake with the slam from a passing truck hitting a pothole in the road outside. Drenched in sweat he looked about the room shaking his head slowly. A chill crept over him and he realized he was still in the grip of some anxiety even as the remnants of his dream slipped away.
“…They will take some adjusting to…” cackled the old man.
With a jerk he sat up and glanced solemnly at the night table. His new dentures sat there resting in water. Looking to the ceiling he sighed and then reached for the glass. The water was cold from the night and so were the dentures. Cold and unforgiving. He awkwardly slipped them into his mouth.
“…I’m sorry, Ruben, you’ve let things go too far…” Dr. Salazar said gravely.
Swirling his tongue around his mouth he settled the teeth as comfortably as he could. You take for granted the small changes in temperature you could feel through your teeth and other slight sensations. Having only had them for a day it was still unsettling feeling teeth in his mouth but not getting any sensation from them.
He wasn’t able to afford his own custom-made set. He hadn’t had steady work for months now. Not that any job he’d had ever got him any kind of medical or dental plan. Doc sent him to this place where he could get dentures on the cheap.
“…Heh, probably from some dead old man, eh?”
Asshole. His father always fucking with him. His life was always in the shitter so he’s got to drag everyone else down with him. Didn’t know where the damn teeth came from. Didn’t want to think about it.
Ruben had been waiting in the small room for over an hour. Dull gray walls, gray furniture, gray light… The gray little Jew had answered the door off the alley and smiled at him. He said he’d be right back and shuffled off into the other room pulling the door behind him. One bare bulb and some crappy furniture. Stale air and the constant hum of traffic off in the distance buzzing at the nape of Ruben’s neck.
“Not going to take this shit anymore!” He jumped from the chair and jerked at the handle of the door the old man had disappeared through. Locked. “C’mon old man! I don’t have all day. Dentist appointment in less then an hour!” He kicked the door. “Fucker! C’mon!”
Buzzing. Air dead and stale. Traffic and the tap, tap, tap of Ruben’s fingers on the armrest. Fingers running through his hair. Room getting smaller.
The door clicked and he spun around. “About time you fuckin’ kike! Like I’ve got all day to wait on the likes of you.”
The little old man cocked his head and gave Ruben an odd look. “Here you go, boy,” he said softly and held out a small brown bag. “This is what you need.”
He snatched the bag out of his hands, “About damn time.”
“Yes, yes, just what you need.” A smirk began to spread on the old man’s lips. “Oh, but they will take some adjusting to,” he cackled, laughing in Ruben’s face. Spittle spraying from his mouth, “Some adjusting to! HAHAHA!”
Ruben just backed away, unnerved by the old man.
Twenty-eight years old and he had dentures.
Six feet. Broad shoulders. Husky. Tight. Hairy. Hispanic. Dark. Black hair. Thick goatee. Hot beer-can cock. Dentures.
What the fuck. Should have taken better care of myself.
A boom at the door. “Hey, Fuckhead! Not gonna let you sleep all day while I haul my ass off to work.”
“Yeah, yeah, go to hell, old man.”
“Fuck you. I’m doing a double-shift at the Home today. You don’t want to fuck with me right now.” Another pound on the door and Ruben heard his father stomping across the living room and the door slamming behind him.
Always got to be fucking with me, Ruben thought as he pulled himself out of bed. He pulled on a T-shirt tight over his pecs and kicked up his sweat pants from the floor as he headed out to the living room.
Sitting down in his father’s chair he settled down for his morning jerk-off. Seemed right somehow to jerk off each morning in his father’s leather LazyBoy. Fuck him. Ruben eased back in the chair and pulled up his cock giving it a slow stroke up the shaft and across the head of his cock.
He sat up in the chair with a start. “What the fuck?” His uncut cock was now circumcised! “What the fuck?!”
Ruben stared dumbfounded at the cock in his hand. It had the same head and girth but his foreskin was gone. He was cut but it was like he’d always been that way. No signs of surgery. Not that he could have slept through that, but what the hell happened?!
He didn’t know how long he sat there in shock, but he’d gone flaccid. Stumbling from the chair he went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Everything else was the same, everything but his cock. As he stared he felt the room spin. Shuffling out of the bathroom he didn’t even remember making it back to his bed.
Fucking kike. What the hell is taking him so long? Knows I don’t have any money so he can’t expect to milk anything from me keeping me waiting. Fucking shyster.
Dank, stale air. Bored. The room so small, trapped here. Waiting forever.
Damn fucking Jew. Probably making me sit here waiting while he jerks off counting his money.
“Not going to take this shit anymore!”
Ruben jolted awake drenched in sweat. He stared up at the ceiling feeling weak and drained. What the hell? Some sort of after-effect from the dental surgery? He wiped the sweat from his forehead and stopped as thin hair entwined about his fingers. His hair was short-cropped, or it used to be.
Sitting up his heart nearly exploded from his chest as he saw himself holding old boney hands out before his face. He looked down and saw a smooth old body. Gone were the six-pack abs somewhere beneath the loose stomach before him. His skin was an odd combination of smooth and dry he realized as he ran his hands across his stomach as if he could uncover his abs somewhere beneath this other skin.
His calves hung limp from his legs. No definition to them, hardly any mass at all. The cock sticking out from the white silver hair in his crotch was not his, it couldn’t be. It was thin, flaccid, and five inches if he were lucky. Even the boney narrow feet at the end of the bed horrified him.
Shambling from the bed into the bathroom he couldn’t believe what he was seeing in the mirror. Some old man stared from the glass, mouth agape. White medium-length hair parted to one side but rumpled madly only made the shocked look in his pale blue gray eyes come across even crazier. His nose was long and sagging. Clean-shaven, nothing hid his thin lips and jowls. He looked like some old Jewish man.
He had chicken skin hanging at the back of his weak arms. No definition in his weak chest that hung before him. He could see the blue gray veins pulsing wildly beneath the pale almost translucent skin that was his now.
A weak shuddering sob of shock escaped from him as he stumbled back from the mirror. This was madness! Running his hands down his face he couldn’t find himself in the man he was now. He almost bit his lip and was shocked to find the dentures still in his mouth. They sat so comfortably now he didn’t even realize they were there.
“…They will take some adjusting to. HAHAHA!”
Ruben’s eyes widened in horror. What the fuck had that kike done to him?!
His clothes wouldn’t fit him now so he went into his father’s room. The house was blurred and he realized his sight was shot, too. Pawing through his father’s dresser he found an old pair of eyeglasses and slipped them on. Thankfully they helped some. Thick silver frames seemed to make him look even older in the dresser mirror, or maybe he was just seeing himself clearer now.
He grabbed slacks from the closet and a white dress shirt and pulled them on. Thankfully covering up the old body that still caused his mind to boggle when he looked down. Slip-on shoes at the bottom of the closet fit the boney feet and he headed for the door. Grabbed from the coat rack, his father’s old jacket would keep out the chill that seemed to penetrate to the bone now.
No one gave the crazy muttering old man shambling through the streets a second glance as Ruben made his way to the alley where the shyster’s office was. Breathing heavily he practically fell into the tiny gray room. Catching himself on a chair he threw himself at the other door.
“Come out, old man! Where are you? What have you done to me?!”
The room spun and he reeled hearing the raspy weak voice coming from him. For all extents he sounded like an old New York Jew. He fell back into one of the chairs and clutched at his chest as pain dashed across it.
The back door creaked open and the old man shuffled out. A confused look upon his face faded quickly as he was wracked with laughter. “HAHAHA! Some adjusting! HAHAHAHAHA!”
Ruben lunged from the chair and wrapped his boney finger around the man’s throat ineffectually, “What have you done? What have you done to me?!” He didn’t even have the strength to shake him violently as he so strongly desired.
“Sol!?” A woman’s voice called out shocked behind him. “Sol, Stop! What are you doing?”
He turned from the old man whose laughing was starting to fall off, as if the depth of his own mirth had drained him. In the alley door stood a young woman with a shocked look on her face staring at Ruben. “Mr. Abrahms, get your hands off the Dentist. What are you doing to that poor man?”
She walked over and placed a hand on his shoulder using the other to ease his own hands away from the other’s throat. The room was spinning again and he was disoriented. He leaned heavily on her as she helped him ease down into a nearby chair.
“I am so sorry, doctor. Are you all right? Mr. Abrahms has had incidents before, but nothing so violent. I’m so sorry. I’ll call the van driver and we’ll get right out of here and back to the Home. Is there anything you need?” She kept glancing back at Ruben as he slumped there in the chair, a look in her eye as if she half expected him to go off again.
He felt as if all of the energy was being drained right from his body. He could barely move a muscle. Each limb felt as if they were weighed down somehow. “I’m Ruben,” he rasped out, “Ruben Alvarez. This … this isn’t me …”
The last thing he remembered was the nurse leaning forward, placing a hand against the side of his face. He couldn’t even hold himself up any more against the swirling rush of the world crashing in on him. Tilting forward he fell into darkness.
Ruben jolted awake with the slam of a door. He was in a strange room in what looked like a hospital bed. Thank God, maybe this was all a dream. Heart pounding in his chest, he raised his hands before his eyes only to be rewarded with the sight of the same boney old hands from before. The EKG unit next to his bed reflected his wild heart with piercing beeps but Ruben jumped as a hand quickly reached over to flick the machine to silence.
“Relax, old man, Louis ain’t gonna hurt you. You know I just want to have a little fun.” Looming over Ruben with a lecherous look on his face was his own father dressed in his hospital whites.
Suddenly the scene and the scent of the place all came crashing in on him. He was in the retirement home his father worked at! His mind boggling he let out a yelp of shock as his father ripped away the slight hospital gown he was in with one violent sweep. Even in the middle of this insanity he was still shocked to see the slim white cock laying impotent between his legs.
“Stupid kike, chill,” his father growled as he leaned in menacingly. “You know nothing bad is gonna happen as long as your wet hole is hungry and it pleases me.”
“Noo…,” Ruben moaned weakly. “I’m Ruben. Ruben!”
Smack! Ruben’s head reeled as his father backhanded him across the face. “Shut up with your craziness! Don’t need any of that shit from you, ya crazy Jew.”
With that he forced his hand into Ruben’s mouth. For a moment he could barely breath and he struggled to turn away. His father pulled the dentures right out of his mouth and threw them on the side table.
“Yeah, Sol, now your hole is ready for me.” He pulled up his shirt and dropped his pants pulling up his seven-inch uncut cock, already flush with his excitement. “Just do it. No more shit!” He commanded as he roughly grabbed Ruben’s head and forced his mouth down onto his cock. Ruben tried to struggle but this old body was weak, and each time he tried to pull away his father smacked him.
Tears of rage and frustration began to fall from his eyes. “Aww, Sol, don’t cry, baby,” his father chuckled darkly.
Across the room Ruben could see the vague shape of his now white-haired head reflected in the closet mirror, bobbing up and down on his father’s cock. It blurred out to nothing as the tears filled his eyes and he slipped into gray numbness trapped in this new life.
Author: eBenTrovato - ebentrovato@gmail.com
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