Twenty-five year old Rebecca picked up her purse and verified her car keys were in it.
"See you, Monday!" the brunette said to her coworkers. She entered the elevator and pushed the button for the parking garage.
Rebecca walked happily toward her car. She had nothing planned this weekend and looked forward to relaxing. She could stay in her warm pjs drinking hot cocoa the whole time if she wanted to.
She reached her two-door coupe and frowned. The right rear tire was flat. It wasn't how she wanted to start her Friday night. With a heavy sigh, she opened her passenger door and dropped her purse in the seat. She took her business coat off. She hated that she was going to get grease on her white blouse but it was better than potentially ruining her jacket. She opened the trunk of her car and freed the jack and tire iron from its special compartment.
"Hey, baby!" a male voice said.
Rebecca turned and instantly knew why she had a flat. It was Mike, her ex-boyfriend.
"Did you do this?" she scolded angrily.
"Hey, you won't talk to me, baby. I had to do something to slow you down."
"By giving me a flat tire? You know I don't have a lot of extra money."
"I'll take care of you. Like I always do."
"No!" she said loudly. "We're through. How many times do I have to tell you? Do I have to get the police involved?"
Rebecca relationship with Mike had gone wonderfully at first, but the longer she dated him the more he changed. He became more and more controlling of her life. If any guy dared look at her, Mike thought she was flirting with him. Mike, however, thought it was no big deal to flirt with other girls and even have sex with him. Rebecca dared not cheat on Mike though. She began to feel like his property and felt like she was treated closer to trash than the jewel he first treated her like. As incredible as the sex was with Mike, there was no way she could stay any longer with him. He didn't take the break up well since he acted like he owned her. For the last month, she had to avoid his calls. She never expected him to show up at her work.
"You don't mean that, Bec," he responded. "We just had a little quarrel is all. I'll take you back."
She snorted. "Take me back? I don't want you Mike! Why can't you get that?"
"I didn't say you could leave!" he said suddenly becoming belligerent.
"I don't need your permission."
Rebecca turned to focus on her tire so she could end the conversation.
"Hey!" he said, grabbing her and spinning her around. "I know what you need!"
Rebecca felt afraid. She could see that familiar dangerous anger in his eyes. Mike grabbed her blouse and ripped it open.
"No, Mike! Please stop!"
"Shut up!" He punched her in the jaw.
She crumpled to the ground.
"Get up and suck my cock, bitch!" he demanded. When she didn't get up, he kicked her in the ribs.
Rebecca cried out.
Thirty-one year old Ian left the office a few minutes after Rebecca did. He was the lone man in the six person accounting department that Rebecca also worked in. He was a quiet, timid man. The gals had long given up trying to have conversations with him. The most the girls ever said to him now was "Good morning". Rebecca and her coworkers could easily go a week without him saying a word.
The small framed man headed toward his car in the garage. Ian turned his head toward the strange sounds. Rebecca was on the ground crying and a big man towered over her.
"Get up!" Mike screamed at her.
Ian was conflicted. He didn't feel he could do anything, but if this man was hurting Rebecca he couldn't just ignore it. He was afraid but he had to do something.
"Hey!" said Ian, louder than he was used to speaking.
Mike turned toward the intrusion.
"What do you want?" Mike said. He glared at him.
Ian felt sick to his stomach. He nervously said, "Are you okay, Rebecca?"
"Turn around and go away," Mike said firmly.
Ian felt like doing that but he knew he couldn't.
"Did you hear me?" Mike said.
"Ian," Rebecca gasped. "Help me."
"Leave her alone," Ian said, trying to sound strong.
"This isn't your business!" Mike said.
Mike shoved him. Ian fell down. Mike followed him and gave repetitive vicious kicks in between Ian's legs. Ian screamed in excruciating pain. Mike laughed.
It was the last thing Mike ever did.
While Ian was attacked, Rebecca stood and grabbed the tire iron. Mike turned just as she was striking. A solid blow was delivered to his temple. Mike was dead almost instantly.
Ian opened his eyes. He was in a hospital bed. He groaned. He didn't feel very good.
There was heaviness on his waist. He lifted the sheet and saw that his groin area was bandaged up. It was then that he remembered what happened. He cringed from the memory of the pain.
A nurse entered and noticed he was awake.
"Hello!" Nurse Lori said sweetly. "How are you feeling?"
"It's understandable but you are doing very well after the surgery."
"Oh, right," she said. The patient had come in unconscious. He'd have no idea what happened. "Your penis and testicles were crushed. We transplanted a new one on you."
"A new one!" he said loudly for him.
"Yes. You were very fortunate. A dead man came in about the same time. We gave you his penis and testicles."
Ian looked under the sheet again.
"You can't see it yet," she said. "You've only been out of surgery for sixteen hours."
"When can I..."
"See it? Try it out?" she finished. "That's up to the doctor. The doctor will see you soon and then you can see visitors. Your friend is eager to see you."
Ian wondered who that could be.
"You'll be here a few days," the doctor said. "Once it looks like its melding and bonding with your body then we can let you go home. You won't be able to use it for intercourse yet."
"That's okay," he said. It wasn't like he ever dated.
"Don't worry. You'll be able to have sex again."
"Thanks," he said politely. He wasn't worried.
"I'll have the nurse bring your friend in to see you."
Ian discovered the friend was Rebecca.
"How are you?" she said. She was thrilled to see he looked alright.
"Okay," he said. He was surprised she was here.
"I got you flowers," Rebecca said, pointing at the bedside stand.
"Thanks," he said.
"What did the doctor say?" she said. "Is it... ?" She pointed at his waist.
"It's okay. I guess I have new one."
"Yeah, it's Mike's."
"The guy who attacked you. He was my old boyfriend."
"What?" he said surprised. He had the penis of the man who crushed his original penis?
"Mike had no relatives. I pretended to be his sister and signed the papers. Don't tell anyone about that. You needed a penis and he didn't need his anymore since he's dead."
Ian was stunned.
"Thank you for saving me," she said.
Ian simply shrugged. He didn't feel like he saved Rebecca. All he did was get beat up for his feeble effort.
"Really," she said. "Thank you."
"You're welcome," he reluctantly said. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, she said with a big smile. "Just bruised ribs." She lifted her shirt just enough to show him the bandage wrap.
"So did you see Ian?" Cassie asked as she brushed her long blonde hair.
"Yes. He's doing okay," Rebecca replied to her coworker.
"Did he talk?" Evelyn asked. She had shoulder length blonde hair.
"The most he ever has," Rebecca said, laughing. "It might have been ten words."
Cassie said, "I still can't believe you gave him your old boyfriend's dick."
"Mike's doesn't need it anymore," said Rebecca.
"It was the only part of Mike I still liked. If he wasn't so good at using it I would have gotten smart long before I finally did and dumped him long ago."
"So are you going to ask Ian to see it now and then for old time's sake?" quipped dark brunette Anna.
"Noooo," Rebecca said, turning pink.
The girls laughed as much from Rebecca's reaction as from the original joke.
"I know!" Anna said. "When Ian comes back we'll have a present for him. It'll be a box of condoms."
"It's not like he's going to know how to use his new one either," added Evelyn.
"Stop it!" said redheaded Melanie, laughing hard. "You're going to make me wet myself!"
"Go do it in Ian's chair," Anna said. "Your scent will let us know if his new dick works."
Melanie raced to the restroom.
Rebecca smiled happily. It was good to be back at work with her friends and it was good to not have to worry about Mike any longer.
The doctor carefully peeled away the bandage. Only once did it stick too tightly causing Ian to grunt. The removal of the catheter was much worse. The doctor inspected the penis. It was taking to the patient excellently. He was healing quickly.
"Ready to see?" the doctor said.
"Okay," Ian said nervously. What would it look like?
"Understand that it will seem strange at first but you'll get used to it quickly since it's with you all the time."
The doctor nodded and the nurse dropped the sheet that shielded the view.
Ian stared wide-eyed at his new penis. It was bigger and thicker than his original equipment. He didn't expect it to look so much NOT like his penis.
The doctor said, "Let's take you to the bathroom to see how that works."
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